Thom - obtaining Dumuzid blood

[09:41:45] And they were in the tower. Slightly renovated white tower, but still ravaged and an eyesore. The march to the throne room would be a quick one. Vacant as ever, it was a good spot for the idea she had just come up with, and her soon-to-be husband was going to be the perfect means to handle it.

Out of her bag, a glass box coated in runes and with a shining, blue ball of pure lightning sealed inside would be presented. Thom could feel the intense power in it, how pure and untouched this lightning spirit core truly was. It could be used to empower one's abilities, sure, especially on the defensive side, but Nashandra had other plans.

"Hey love. Sorry to bother your babysitting. I've had this Lightning Core around ever since I destroyed that Lightning Lodestone spirit where Mister Quazla nearly had me killed."

Gesturing, she'd be diverting all the attention toward the unique fragment of power she had presented.

"I was thinking that maybe ... You could stabilize it, and make it safe to be assimilated into a being without your prowess. As it stands, it is only good to empower inanimate objects."
(Nashandra)
[09:45:10] Drawn away from the stange man and Vivica, Thom followed after Nashandra into the throne room. The man didn't mind the mess and the disarray at all but would have his arms crossed over his chestplate as he leaned on one of the benches. There was a curiousity about him, wondering what Nashandra wanted.. Ussually he would have assumed something but this wasn't a nice place for cuddling or just talking.

"It's fine." Thom stated before looking at the lighting core that Nashandra produced with a raised brow. "Stablize it? Like fill it with power or take some away? Or what exactly are you thinking about?" The red haired man inquired.
(Thom M. Takashi)
[09:52:00] "Pretty much."

Shoving the box to the young King, he was to study it first before any odd initiative could be made. He needed to grab a good feel of it, to understand this core of pure power before he could actually mould it.

"I want you to weaken it somewhat, but all the while keeping it stable. It is stable now, to be honest, but I can't just assimilate it. Its outer layer needs to be ..."

She'd pause for a moment.

"Modified I suppose. A layer artificially replaced and remade to be non-fatal to a body like mine. Get it?"

In thoery, Thom was to take in the lightning mana that acted as the outer layer of the core without actually having it explode, and then replace it with his own lightning, one he could insure would be far more integral. Efficient at not breaking down and killing his Queen.
(Nashandra)
[09:56:16] Thom would seem a bit confused to say the least but he would shrug. The box was shoved to him so he would grab it. In an instant the sound of cackling could be felt in the air at a much higher and faster intesity, Thom actively letting some of the power out in an effort to weaken it. Aft the same time there would be a slight flooding of his own normal eletrical prowess into the core at a lower voltage level.

This would all the amount within to remain stable even if there would be a realease of hte power itself. A shrug of Thom's shoulders before glancing towars Nashandra.

"Give me ten to fifteen minutes. I should be able to let out an amount of it to the point it won't be fatal." Thom merely stated before looking to Nashandra. "In exchange.. can I get one of those vials of imperfect blood?"
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:01:23] It seemed to be quite an easy task for the King. Nashandra's eyesbrows rose, as she witnessed just how well the man mastered the art of lightning. Arguablly the most powerful Lightning magi of this era, if they were to exclude Dumuzid. Even then ...

"Hmm?"

A request? She would chuckle, with eyes narrowing to give him a sly, foxy look. Her index would tap his pectoral muscle as he would continue working the electrical core.

"A Queen can't get a littl free favour from her King once in a while? I'm sure you enjoy the free Good mornings I provide. You know the ones I'm talking about~""

And said index rose to flick the male's nose.
(Nashandra)
[10:04:48] The lighting continued to fill the air, let out from the core as Thom would focus. It would not be that much of a bothersome process, more just time consuming. There was a lot of the power within this core after all, and he needed to replace it with the lower voltage. The feat would be done with his right hand, keeping the depravity and occultic fused arm away from it so it wouldn't end up being hellstorm inside.

A slight glance was made towards Nashandra when she chuckled, causing him to raise a brow before she spoke again. a nod would be made beofre a slight pout wore on his features. "Of course you can get a gree favour once in a while.. But if I had that vial I imagine I would be able to increase my own magical capablities ten-fold..

With the war coming up.. I want to ensure my survival all that I can." The red haired man simply stated.
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:10:46] A poke on his nose as he'd reply so seriously. A shake of her head followed only by a snicker came to be. Nashandra observed the core process for a little while longer before replying.

"I told you I was going to give it to you, love. Regardless of when or why."

In the same bag that had dragged the core, she would present the second, and last Vial Phoebe had left Nashandra. Th Golden king was free to take it from her hands, though perhaps he should focus on the core while they were at it. The black ichor, oozing of depavity, occultism and shrounded by a weak magnetic field wasn't going to run anywhere.

"I believe in your power regardless, Thom."

A gentle caress of his cheek with her free hand as her glimmering silver eyes remained focused on his.
(Nashandra)
[10:15:53] Thom's nose was poked, causing for a brief moment of confused blinking before a chuckle escaped him, focusing once more upon the task at hand. In retrospect the magi thought perhaps he should have summoned Indra to charge the Core but he already was focused on it by this point.

"Thank you Nashandra.." Thom said, a smile appearing on his features as hte golden hues stared towards the vial. A desire filled him, wanting to take it but he once more focused upon his task. "When I'm done charging this I'll get to that." The Takashi said, a deep breath in as his eyes gazed at the black ambrosia.

"And thank you for believing in me.. I would not come anywhere near where I am today without you.." The red haired man smiled, moving a bit to place a kiss upon Nashandra's lips but stopping as a stay spark of lighting would hit the wall. His hand completely encaspulated the core.

"Right I'll finish this first then.."
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:20:09] "Heh ..."

A very rare, limited edition blush came to be. Oh and the butterflies were quite the experience too. The homunculus couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the compliments thrown her way.

"Yeah, yeah ... I know how to invest I guess~"

A wave of dismissal, she wasn't one to dip TOO MUCH into modesty. One had to recognize her moulding of the chap. But he also had his own means to ger where he is today.

"So, how do you intend to use the blood, exactly?"

Arms now crossed, the bolt of lightning had indeed deterred her from getting too tactile with her companion until the deed was done.
(Nashandra)
[10:26:08] The blush on Nashandra's face would cause for one to briefly appear upon the Golden King's features as well. He barely was able to take his eyes off her now, w-which might have been a slightly bad thing given the dangerous core thing he was doing at hte present moment. The golden hues glanced back to the job at hand, ensuring no more stray bolts would be fired off.

"Your investments and ideas are always the best Nashandra."

Though then she questioned how he intended to use the blood. A few thoughts flowed through his head about it.. There were a couple things. He could put it on a weapon, he could use it to empower something.. But a delicious idea sat into his mind.

"You said there were notes on it right? On how a human may be able to become something akin to an imperfect? I want to.. Attempt that. Make them pay attention to our plans, make them work for us. Open the path forwards." There was a great deal of thoughts about his mind about what he would do with the power of the imperfect.

"So I want to become one I guess. And the vial will help with that right?" A few extra sparks appeared around his body in exictment of this train of thought, perhaps a slight speeding up in how he was changing the core.
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:31:15] "Haha. Well there's one I'm just particularly proud of I guess."

A small sticking out of her tongue as she kept an eye on the core that was to be manipulated by the lightninmancer she had engaged herself with. A great investment indeed, as none other would be quite like Thom. Especially with the rolls, the crazy, crazy rolls.

"Yes, I was just wondering if you knew exactly how to use it. Looks like you'll need more of my ideas~"

Her ego was having a field day alright. Chuckingly, she'd wag her index finger, signaling that they had to take a step back in all this wishful thinking.

"First ... Bind with that arm perfectly, and then we'll see about becoming an Artificial Imperfect. I'm sure after conquering Cinderfall, we'll have more than enough means to get this done."

Of course, a ritual would be needed, and quite a few items. The Imperfect blood was one of them; but they could always make due with more!
(Nashandra)
[10:35:31] Thom blinked, briefly looking up from what he was attempting towards Nashandra as she stated that they should wait until after conquering Cinderfall to do this. It caused for a bit of a raised brow from the red haired man. He more firmly would work on the core, making sure not to lose focus but at the same time..

"Should we not attempt it before the war? It would be a great time to take the Artifical Imperfection out on a test drive after all, would it not?" Thom asked, dozens of questions filling his mind. "And yeah I have a few ideas but I always welcome more." A grin on his features.

"And how would I know when I am 'bound perfectly' with the arm? Wouldn't.. The blood speed up the process?" With his words said he once more focused on the core giving a bit of a hum as the the thing would be nearing completion or at least half of it.
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:41:29] Someone was a bit impatient. Well, it was Thom after all, the guy who pushed his hate for some dumb village WAY too far.

"Hmmm. Fine. One would think it'd actually make the arm a lot more toxic to you."

Raising a brow as well, one had to consider that it could indeed have quite the adverse effects on her lover. Especially when playing with Yokai schtick. It wasn't exactly the most compatiable thing with humans.

"Do you have any idea as to how you're to do the Ritual? Because I know someone that does."

Smirking, Nashandra definitely felt like the one he'd depend on, even though she strongly depended on him.
(Nashandra)
[10:44:54] A raise of the red haired man's brow in confusion. "Why would it make the arm more toxic?" The red haired man would ask in curiousity. In his mind it made no sense.. If the arm was from a yokai and the blood was from a yokai wouldn't they meld together? Thom didn't think of the problems of mixing all types of blood and other substances at all.

"I don't exactly have the best idea about it. Maybe there's someone I can ask but.. You said that you know someone that does?" Thom inquired, interest about him as he took another deep breath. The lighting that radiated around him would be much stronger as taking a large amount of potentcy from the orb and replacing it with a weaker but more sustainable substitute.

The finishing touches would begin to be put on before Thom placed the finished more stable core on the table. "It should be fine now. and tell me more about this person and ritual if you would."
(Thom M. Takashi)
[10:49:10] "Why wouldn't it? Yokai materials are inherently toxic to humans. You're still human, Thom."

Once again, she waved in dismissal, as it had become quite the non-issue in the end. Phoebe was to advise on the potential risks, as she too strived to reach this power. The issue was mostly that events in her life cut all drive to move forward in this endeavor.

The core was finished, and the sealed, glass box would be placed on the table. Without wasting anymore time, Nashandra would reach for it and store the item in her bag. Another ingredient complete for her progress to becoming something better than her current form.

"Yeah, I can arrange something. I'm sure she'd help out. Her name is Phoebe Avaline. She ... Created me. Or rather conceived me. Without her, I wouldn't exist. She also provided the Imperfect blood~"
(Nashandra)
[10:53:26] Nashandra would recieve the glass box and Thom would look at the vial, holding it in his hand. If he didn't think about it he would likely be spinning it right now, staring at the black Ambrosia filled with absolute glee. But no, the king of Loranthis would contain himself, if only for the minute and instead look back to Nashandra.

"That is true. I suppose that the blood isn't something I should drink without being instructed on exactly how.. Still it's.. exicting isn't it? The thought of being able to meld with a yokai.." With that said the vial would be tucked away in Thom's armor, if only for the time being.

"Phobe Avaline." Thom gave a nod, memorizing the name as he looked to Nashandra. The words she used.. "Oh! Is she your mother then?" Thom asked. Perhaps the wrong terminology since she wasn't exactly human but to him it made sense.

"She sounds like someone interesting."
(Thom M. Takashi)
[11:00:16] "I guess it is. Just ... Don't do anything silly until you've recieved her input. Neither Miss Charlie nor myself have a license in occultism. It was Miss Phoebe's works. I simply learned of it through the many endeavors Miss Charlie noted. The Imperfect blood was achieved partially for this."

Arms crossed again and bag strapped adequately, Nashandra approached the male, body pressed against his as the homunculus would look upwards toward the Loranthian ruler.

"She's ... Miss Charlie's daughter. Which is odd, as I'm Miss Charlie's creation technically. But yes, you may see her as my mother figure. An immensely strong runewriter too. Possibly the best that's alive in this age."

A few nods before she'd come to looser her arms and wrap them around her lover's waist. Pulled into a tight embrace, nuzzling his chest had never been more enjoyable.
(Nashandra)
[11:04:32] A nod comes from the Golden King as he looked to Nashandra. "Very well.. I'll refrain from doing anything silly or the like before I speak to her.." The red haired man said, a raise of his brow. Then again, what he saw as ambrosia was likely to be toxic to him without the proper steps after all. As fun as it would be to chug it now..

That simply wouldn't do. "An occultist, the daughter of your progeniner," Thom hoped he said that word right. "and the best rune writer alive in this age. Phobe sounds fancy." The king noted with a nod. "So did she raise you kind of or?.." man qyestions filled Thom's mind but very quickly they dispersed.

A smile came to Thom as his arms would wrap around Nashandra's form. Holding the woman, he would nuzzle her back holding her as close to him as he could. A kiss would be placed upon her forehead.

"Love you Nashandra~"
(Thom M. Takashi)
[11:12:12] "Progenitor."

A quick correction, followed by a nod. But then shook her head as he finished hs barrage of inquiries.

"No. I raised myself, as my intellectual capabilities were mostly developed. She was aging, and needed to live her life peacefully."

Poor Pheebs. Life and age hadn't been too clement to her. But now she could rest peacefully, knowing a few would carry on her work and retirement would be without regrets.

A few blinks came to be as a reaction to his forehead kissing.

"... I love you too, Thom. My perfect King~"
(Nashandra)
[11:16:28] Raised herself. Well that did explain why he saw her so often in Cinderfall, but it also raised more questions. Then again, hadn't he also pretty much raised himself from the age of thirteen onwards? Ten couldn't be much differnt. The man smiled, pulling the woman closer and perhaps spinning her a little if she would let him.

"I see. Well.. I'm glad that you were able to raise yourself and she's able to live peacefully." The Golden King would quickly state, his lips then drawing away from her forehead to be placed upon her lips.

"And you are the perfect queen~. My Perfect Queen."
(Thom M. Takashi)
[11:17:20] Nashandra: Heh ... When we take Cinderfall, I want those stones.
[11:20:44] Thom M. Takashi: You may have them. -nods- I might have use for the lighting one but you can have it too.
[11:20:44] Nashandra: I'll mostly try to make use of their power, collectively.
[11:21:36] Thom M. Takashi: Alright.