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Gajin Medic Log 3

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  1. 02:21] The Medic smirks. "Damn, only looking for me now when you need someone to fix you up huh?" He chuckles at that before raising a hand to wave it dismissingly. "Just kidding~ I should send you some letters every now and then too, to keep in touch, aye?"
  2. (Bell)
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  5. [02:21] Gajin says, "Star whispers making things a little fuzzy."
  6. [02:21] Theia asks, "Star whispers?"
  7. [02:25] Draco Iceron asks, "... What is this mask?"
  8. [02:26] Cathrene decides to fall asleep...
  9. (Cathrene Cross)
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  12. [02:26] Cathrene Cross says, "..."
  13. [02:26] Theia pokes Cathrene.
  14. (Theia)
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  17. [02:26] Erik Alcast says, "Hi Theia."
  18. [02:26] Cathrene Cross asks, "..?"
  19. [02:26] Theia says, "Hey Erik."
  20. [02:26] Gajin brought a hand up to trail along one of his prosthetic mana lines. Formed of orichalcum across his burned skin. There was a soft shimmer of cosmic energy radiating from them like sparks.
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  22. "A star-mad swordsman bested me in battle and in the fighting I've been tainted by his star. Phos, determination. I'm determined to get these whispers out of my sense but at the same time I'll have to think him. He taught me that I'd gotten soft."
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  24. He'd gotten weaker through his soft living. Peace was a killer of warriors and he'd allowed the lull in fighting to soften his own skills. "Though it is good to see you. We'll have to grab some a bite sometime." He then gave a chuckle. "I was attacked because of my sermon on Garljing given to the star-lad. He was inspired I think..."
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  26. Shifting back to Bell as he answered with a playful jab the burned Drake offered a playful smile. "Oh come now, I'm good for it you know me!" As he said the words he'd then give a nod of his head. "Yes, you should send a letter. Though worry not the past few months I've been sequestered in my forge. I've got the... Well, I'm working on something wonderous I'm sure of it."
  27. (Gajin)
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  30. [02:27] Theia says, "Mmm....Sounds like you were busy Gaijin."
  31. [02:28] Cathrene Cross says, "Mm.."
  32. [02:28] Cathrene Cross says, "Hey."
  33. [02:28] Theia says, "And sure we can grab a bite sometimes and talk more about what I need to know."
  34. [02:28] Theia exclaims, "Also!"
  35. [02:28] Theia exclaims, "Im going to be singing at the Dragon Maid Cafe tomorrow!"
  36. [02:28] Theia exclaims, "Dont forget to come see me there!"
  37. [02:29] Cathrene Cross says, "I'll come."
  38. [02:29] Gajin says, "Ah, I should be there."
  39. [02:29] Theia says, "Awesome."
  40. [02:30] "Shit, come with me then, my bro. I'll get those whispers outta ya head to the best of my ability." He turned around to walk towards his home. "I'll make sure to send a letter yest. Anyways, your arrival is quite fortunate, we have much to discuss."
  41. (Bell)
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  44. [02:30] Gajin says, "Lead the way."
  45. [02:30] Bell says, "Take a seat."
  46. [02:34] Gajin says, "Tes"
  47. [02:42] Upon arrival to the Alchemists abode Gajin went about removing his armor. Simply undoing the straps that kept the leather fastened tight and then sitting it to the side. He'd then slide off his tunic beneath allowing the medic to see his chest. Namely to see the fraying faux mana-circuitry he'd installed to help deal with his seared flesh and the flames of garljing.
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  49. "They weren't set up to handle cosmic mana that's why they're short-circuiting I think." As he said the words he'd do some tests. Pushing a bit of fire magic along his skin, heating them. Notably the lines started to spark cosmic energies and his own mana became stunted along the lines.
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  51. "What do you think? Can we just vent the damage and move past it or will we have to remove a few of these prosthetic circuits?" As he thought about he'd settle into the chair leaning back just a bit. Looking up at the roof before shifting his gaze to Bell.
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  53. "I've got a plan by the way, I'll need help of course but I think you'd be needed the most. I need to gather some nyeshk and arcanium. Then I'm going to forge a set of armor that will work based along these faux circuits you designed. Get this though. The armor is going to be powered by Garljing. I've got a scale with his energies left and while inside the temple I found a scroll detailing ancient Dragonforging techniques."
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  55. He flashed a toothy grin. "It'll be amazing."
  56. (Gajin)
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  59. [02:53] "Nah, nothing that complicated, Gajin." He answers towards their questions on whether or not they would need to remove the prosthetic circuits. "Don't you remember that I can handle Cosmic energy as well. Even if it is from a different Star, I can still absorb it's energy."
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  61. "This will be easy enough... as for your idea. Sounds quite interesting to be honest." He shrugs for the moment with a small smile. "Anyways, allow me to start."
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  63. Placing his hand on Gajin's chest, not touching it, but hovering in front of it, one centimeter away from actually coming into contact. Soon, his hand would begin to glimemr with the faint ethereal glow of moonlight, it's silver hue being something Gajin only witnessed once in the past, against Bell on a spar.
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  65. The low extends inside Gajin, through his circuitry. The Medic's own cosmic energy acting as a pathway for him to gather and syphon Phos' own cosmic manafrom the Drakanite's circuits and soul.
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  67. It would take a few minutes of deep concentration, but eventually, he would be done, and with that, the man falls on on an armchair, tired and exhausted.
  68. (Bell)
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  71. [02:59] "By all means, do your thing." As he said the words the Drake simply relaxed. Allowing Bell to approach and set himself up all the while the young Ivory Drake paid close attention to what Bell was doing. So, he was working to the beat of this other stars mana in such a way as to gather it and syphon it out?
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  73. No maybe it was something more harsh than that. Like corralling a herd of rowdy bulls into a pin. Though if it was such a difficulty then Bell seemed quite capable. It wasn't long before the focused awareness pressed against his mind by Phos started to sway and then ease away.
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  75. So that's how you dealt with a cosmic infection of the mine. Gather the foreign mana and push it out. Harder to do than say though. How could he have done it himself? Perhaps just... No, he would have had to use some form of shock therapy to burn the mana out. All together a harsh experience than the cosmic magi's own.
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  77. With an exhalation of relief the youth spoke once more. "Thanks Bell, its appreciated. Next time I won't be losing to that mad-cat." He grit his teeth as anger flushed through his tone. Then with a soft grunt his focus shifted back to Bell. "What've we to discuss?"
  78. (Gajin)
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