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- [21:57] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: I need your help on a project.
- [21:58] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: Which and how?
- [21:58] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: It is a bit hard to explain, but I am certain you are one of the few that can only do this.
- [21:58] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: I need a fragment of my soul imbuned into a material.
- [21:58] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: It is a dangerous endeavor.
- [21:58] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: It is.
- [21:58] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: Very well. So long as you know and understand the dangers.
- [21:59] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: But progress will always be worth the risk despite the prospect of death.
- [21:59] Amelia whispers with a deadpan expression.
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- [21:59] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: I agree.
- [22:00] Bruno responds with a shared neutral countenance.
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- [22:01] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: I will show you what the prospective item is.
- [22:01] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: If you wish to inspect it.
- [22:01] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: The square is hardly a proper location.
- [22:02] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: Yes, not here.
- [22:02] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers to Bruno pyr Aertas: Preferably back in the palace. It is where I keep it.
- [22:02] Bruno pyr Aertas whispers to Amelia Locke pyr Aertas: Let us go, then.
- [22:02] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas whispers: Come.
- [22:04] Amelia presents an intriguing piece of metal.
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- [22:04] Amelia Locke pyr Aertas says, "I obtained it from an old abandoned laboratory from one of grandfather's old group."
- [22:08] Bruno took a look at the piece of metal, feeling something emenating from it right away. While he was not the most spiritually-aware person in the world the man had long been able to get a feel for unnatural constructs, manmade creations that defied nature. The occult. The Aertas did not take too long before speaking up, his thoughts displayed.
- "It feels as if one has lost a piece of themselves in this metal. I assume you pulled the inspiration for your project with this." His blue eyes shifted towards his sister's own. "I believe I can help. Although it will hurt. I have found that it is not a pain that subsides, either. It may remind on your mind forever."
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- [22:16] "I wish for a fragment of my soul upon this piece." Her tone was assured, it seems to be like her words was multiuse. It was a reply and an answer to her brother's warnings.
- She was well aware of the dangers of soul manipulation. By now, she has seen, first-hand, at what irreparable damages it can do.
- Yet, her stoic demeanor and general consensus of an answer was a clear sign that she was still willing to push through.
- And if that wasn't enough, "Pain is merely a bridge. I care not what that will cost, for as long as I still breathe by the end of it."
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- [22:21] "I cannot guarantee your survival, sister." He admits, knowing his own uncontrollable limits. "But if that is your wish, then I will oblige."
- He soon turned towards her, facing her and setting his weapon aside. He didn't want any mishap over an odd reaction from Final Answer, after all. His lips part, yet dread is presented first as occult energies gather about him.
- "You will need to remain calm and open yourself to me. Do not fight back the pain, but merely endure it. My talents are far from being able to seize what I need all on my own, unfortunately."
- Dark flames soon shroud him, crimson sparks momentarily displaying their presence before sinking back into the vile fires.
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- [22:30] Perhaps a mentally stable and humane mind would have likely felt fear at the potential of death. Yet there was an uncanny calm before her upon that revelation. Almost as if it was nothing but words.
- Upon her hands, the Ominous Metal would be cradled carefully. A deadpan gaze falling before her brother as occultic energies begins to writhe and emanate from his form.
- There was a somewhat similar aura that seemed to exude from Amelia. Her senses dampen as an unnerving numbness begins to flow from her circuits.
- Pain was but a concept. Something refutable and easily shut off.
- Not to say it won't damage the older Aertas, but she seemed more than willing to receive such injuries. "I am more than aware of the repercussions. But surely, I trust your capabilities are more than what you portray."
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- [22:36] "I hope so, too."
- Without further ado Bruno's right hand reached out, thumb placing itself upon the middle of Amelia's forehead. A deep breath is drawn in and resolute blue eyes meet their sibling's. Lips parted to declare but a single thing, the very same words that she had spoken to him when he put his life in her hands.
- "Do not die."
- And with those words came an immense deal of pain. Occult magic was far from kind; as it seeped into the woman's body it would lay waste to everything it passed by, infecting body, mind, heart, and spirit all on the way of reaching for her soul. The first knock that came upon the barrier which protected her existence was a loud, violent one. He hadn't waited for her to open up before acting, perhaps eager, perhaps knowing that he may destroy her entirely were he to land a direct hit upon this first blood-hungry wave of darkness.
- The second wave was still painful, though more methodical. Occult forces were attempting to pry open this barrier, to force their way in.
- It's only with Amelia's cooperation that they would succeed.
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- [22:44] Not a single word peeked out from her lips. Merely a silent hum that emanated as her eyes softly shut, making her seem tranquil and... corpse like in her position.
- In the instant that occult magic began to permeate her senses, an involuntary wave of dampening mana would greet it right back. A nulling presence that somewhat allowed the magic to course right through, yet the effect and general side effects of the occult seems somewhat... weakened.
- Not enough to pause the attempt or cause it to outright fail, but enough to signify the need for an extra amount of juice to even push it within.
- All that showed before her physical form were the occasional twitches. Her face furrowed. Pain was a constant and cannot be escaped, but she seemed to be inflicted less by it. Despite that, death remains knocking upon her door.
- Ironic if it were her that fell to a ritual upon souls.
- However, even though her own body felt the draw toward death, she did not flinch norfeel fear. The capability to feel such a thing was simply not possible for her whether she liked it or not.
- Thusly so, Bruno would need a bit more extra effort, but he can easily push past the barriers. Amelia's soul, as untainted as many is, would reveal itself to be... weak, fauning, yet present.
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- [22:52] Prying open the very area that held Amelia's past, present, and future was easier said than done. The man needed his focus to be unbreakable if he wanted to reach his goal. More. It needed more of his power to be poured into it. The carpet beneath his feet began rotting away, its threads consumed by the Aertas delving deeper into his mind, into his own pain in order to empower this vile darkness of his.
- He was reminded of his own ritual. Of his failure. Of his inability to reach what he wished to possess; the reality of such had been displayed when he failed to outright kill Theia when she fell at his mercy. He couldn't even properly harm her soul. His body tensed up, the press of his thumb against Amelia's forehead grew stronger as he imprited his presence upon her. A conduit for occult magic to go through. To reach the deepest part of another's being. The everlasting flames of melancholy and wrath kissed the ceiling while Bruno reached deeper into his own heart.
- And from it came strength, strength born from oppression, from disappointment, from failure. His whole body found itself trembling when he finally managed to reach his sister's very soul.
- .. And without mercy, he struck. He struck with a decisive, precise, focused blow. One that would hopefully tear only a fragment of his sister's soul rather than dividing it in thousands of pieces. The pain felt from something like that was far more difficult to dampen. While the ill-effects of his magic upon Amelia were nullified this dealt with the soul. Bruno was not only attempting to break it apart, but to hold it— to seize it and pull it away from her body.
- To tear a piece of Amelia right outside of her, shrouded in occult magic.
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- [23:11] Though her senses for her general surroundings were muddled, her sensitivity and perception on an inner and more... spiritual level was easily sensed.
- The occult flames and singing carpet was nothing but things to ignore. Those were nothing that a good hand cannot replace.
- From within, her dulled circuits would find its match. The flood of occult seemed to have little to no actual pain tied to it for her. Yet it was also just the preliminary aspect of the process.
- As her soul is slowly enveloped by the invasive presence itself, it was here when her nullified senses began to wane.
- Deep panting and pained groans began to haunt the older Aertas. It was as if she were having a bad dream, except it was amplified by tenfold.
- The moment a piece of her soul cracks and splits from the rest present a breaking point.
- A soundless scream exudes from Amelia's form. As if her vocal chords were violently yanked from place, only allowing but a gurgling groan to seep out from her lips. The pain bounced from a simple prick to a literal aspect of yourself being pulled apart.
- The soul, as willing as Amelia was, would allow a fragment to go free. Yet the doctor-artificer? She was likely not in a good spot. Her body has violently reacted to the act. Her head has careened forward, hair frazzled and acting as curtains over her now covered face. Sweat beads swiftly drop from her form as her fingers twitch upon the Ominous Metal by her lap.
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- [23:21] Ripping a piece of his sister's soul away from her was something Bruno never thought he would do when he was but a child. He knew he was destined for greateness but to understand how vast and powerful the world was one first needs to witness what true strength, true power is like. For reality to bend to one's will.
- He remained far from it. Yet, the fragment was was slowly drawn closer to his grasp seemed to be teaching him much, much more about this world. About reality. About pain, suffering, torment, trouble. Existence was so... fragile. With a mere clench of his hand he would be able to erase everything Amelia had suffered for and there was nothing at all she could do about it.
- It was empowering.
- A small smile traced itself upon Bruno's lips as this new pursuit of his was born. This idea, this concept of pairing one's soul with their creations was... worth delving further into. The man looked down towards the eldest as she seemed to still suffer, to be unable to withstand such a pain.
- Even more empowering.
- The fragment of Amelia's soul remained within Bruno's hold as she seemed barely able to go on any longer. No more seconds were given, however. He came with a purpose and a soul without a body was one of the most difficult things to keep grounded. It was physically draining to even match the stars' pull.
- And so, the fragment was lowered closer to the metal. Closer. And closer.
- .. And closer.
- Both Aertas would be able to witness as the high potency of the fragment came in contact with the metal. Not unlike a raging battle magic spilled left and right. Infusing one's soul within an object was... complicated. Yet with it within his grasp and with his sister right there Bruno was not afraid to push forward. To infuse the metal with not only his sister's soul but the vile influence of the occult that carried it forward. One could hope the taint would not cause any issues in the future.
- With a metal that served as such a bridge between machine and man Bruno would be able to manipulate Amelia's fragmented soul to an extent where she needed not to aid him in the endeavor.
- With how much she was suffering it was a good thing.
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- [23:30] Perhaps something to denote, yet Amelia was merely lucky by the fact that her own senses were dulled out, by the same man before her nonetheless. If it were not for that, she likely would have fainted from the pain... or worse.
- Thus, it was notable to say that she did not faint. She was close, yet bellow the muffled locks of hair were quivering eyes and a horrifically pained expression.
- It takes minutes. Minutes of silence and minutes of stillness before Amelia begins to shiver once more to life.
- The metal upon her fingers, by the time her senses return to her, felt warmer. As if a prominent present has found itself within the metal and begun to exude its essence into it. A familiar essence.
- Lulled and half-open eyes finally reveal themselves, masked behind bangs and stray hair strands that pricked aspects of her exhausted face. Pained breaths leave her nostrils and lips as she expectantly looked on to her brother.
- She had a hunch of the accomplishment her brother had done, yet it seemed as if she were nonverbally inquiring of the process' success.
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- [23:37] Bruno's own support of his sister ended soon after the succesful infusion of her very being in that metal, leaving her to suffer on her own in this lifeless state of hers for quite a while. He knew his own strengths and worrying over whether or not Amelia would be fine was not one of them.
- Had she perished he would have used the metal for himself. He was certain that his sister would be proud of such a hard, cold hearted thought. It was in the name of progress. All of it was.
- When she looked upon him the man gave a few words.
- "It is a success. I am thankful, Amelia. Your project has inspired me."
- Those were the only words he shared with her. With a proper hold, a proper mastery of the occult then he could potentially make much, much more out of this experience.
- Achlys had bound people's souls to his will. With the offer of great power Bruno could do the same, he believed. With subjects as willing as Amelia leaving a hint, a trace of occult magic dormant within the soul's barrier when ripping away a fragment of it...
- ... It should work.
- "Did you need me for anything else?"
- Heartless.
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- [23:46] A slow and willed nod would be provided to her brother upon hearing the words 'success'. There was no grin, no pleased demeanor, nothing. There was only the slow nod that soon opted to cease.
- Was it the pain? The sensation? Or something else that seemed to take her breath away. One cannot say for certain. Yet the shifting gaze past her brother and a thousand yard stare would occur.
- Yet one thing is obvious, her grip upon the Ominous Metal seems to have tightened. A hand held it from below as another grasped it from above, much like how a fortune-teller would... or a desperate and hungry soul clutching onto the last crumb of food.
- It takes a second before her focus returns to Bruno. The same glassy eyes that bore nothing within.
- Slowly, her head moves again. This time, a resounding shake provides an answer to her brother's query of other needs. It would seem that this was all that she needed for now.
- (Amelia Locke pyr Aertas)
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- [23:48] Bruno added no more words. They were not needed. Had she wanted his company to recover she would have spoken of it, as it stood? She likely wished to be alone. Even in her suffering. He sought not to know why, but merely accepted it. The man strapped his weapon behind his back once more before he turned around.
- .. And left.
- (Bruno pyr Aertas)
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