crafting syvarel and getting a glimpse of the avitas

[18:59] With much of the fanfare surrounding her previous commissions somewhat accomplished, the Okabe finally sets her sights on something a bit more... homely.

A set of armor she had forgotten about for more notable requests. Perhaps now was the time to accomplish such a thing.

Within her hands, the provided materials line the table as a golden gaze left her.

It was business as usual, and yet, there was something... different about this. Her initial gift of the Goldline Charm was more than gleeful whence she made and provided it to her cousin previously, free of charge.

But now something of the same promise felt... off.

She shrugs it off, opting to begin, deeming it as a mere passing thought as the arcanium is prepared. With her hands clutching her brush, the runic symbols of earthly transformation is enacted as the very metal before her begins to contort and mold much like clay.

The slow transmutation forging of the armor piece her cousin requestedwas child's play to her. The idle contours of the platemail was cleancut and simple enough through the inclusion of mythril plates itself.

However, what she seemed to struggle with more was the underlying figurehead of motivation. Something about free favors like this suddenly felt... sour. Is this right? I mean, he's her cousin, surely this is fine... right?

Right?

Soon the passing stare snaps her out of her stupor as the armor soon finds its figure complete. Now all that were left was the accents.
(Ema Okabe)
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[18:59] Moving over, the addition of a special ruby obtained by her cousin seems to bear the final piece needed to accomplish this piece. Fashioned and made by what might’ve been the final breath of a former Moxtli chieftain, the gemstone alone would highly attune the armor piece to the spirits surrounding it.

Perfect for her cousin.

And yet, a lingering thought provokes and attempts to push past the intended goal. He hasn’t been looking for this armor at all. No word has been sent her way, nor has he visited her in a long while ever since his loss at the hands of Andromeda.

Would he really miss this if it never shows up?

The stare was cold, yet her hands remained at work, slowly lining the rhythmic runes before a centralized core upon the armor piece’s center. By the time the gem is bejeweled into place and the armor was completed, the shimmering expanse of surrounding spirits seems to glimmer with an odd essence to it. Considering there were likely little tono spirits within her room, the singular one that pings her head seems to chide a cacophonous voice that rings deafeningly within her ears.

In reaction, the Okabe’s fingers twitch and clutch her head. The noise already digging deep into her skull as she stumbles to find its source.
(Ema Okabe)
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[18:59] Eye finally fall unto the item in question that caused the unending whispers to drive deeply into her mind.

Its crystalline gleam shifting with an otherworldly smugness as the Avitas of Avarice now whisper actively upon the Okabe's ears.

Perhaps the gem that was capable of providing one the ears to hear spirits would lead to... an uninvited set of voices.

The unnerving visions of want and yearning line and imprint far too deeply within the moonlighter's thoughts. The Avitas' initial capabilities of subtly imbuing such thoughts no was as blunt as blunt can be through the inclusion of the Ruby of the Great Shaman.

She screeches as blue-painted fingernails finally move to clutch the stone of greed. Eyes bulging from her features as... her hands move to clutch the stone.

The Proprietor giggles. Her form laid upon the wooden planks of her room as her fingers caressed her Avitas. The words flying softly within her mind as the glimmering glow of golds radiated from the Xuantongian's irises.

Even as the ruby's influence wears off, she remains, chuckling to herself.
(Ema Okabe)