"Now we're talkin'." Nemo replied to Travis' suggestion. He held his right palm out, causing a white X shaped glyph to appear in front of his palm and hover in place. Nemo then made a finger-gun gesture with his hand, his thumb being the hammer. The glyph glowed bright white and let out a faint hum as it charged, until Nemo suddenly dropped his thumb down, discharging all the energy from the glyph and into an explosive beam straight at the Cyclops Golem with a bang.
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Whoops was the last thing that went through Nemo's mind before being flung across the room. As he soared Nemo took the time to feel the breeze on his face and view the party from above, upside down. After taking a few moments to enjoy it Nemo suddenly locked his hands together, the action seemed to spur a short distance warp spell, sending him standing back upright onto the floor.
One thing that could be noted was that during the delay before the spell finished the space between Nemo and his destination seemed to optically distort, telegraphing his destination a split second before it finished.
"If it can repair itself like the last constructs, destroying or removing the crystal that powers it is likely the only option. Considering we want to keep the paragon intact, we'll probably have to remove it." Nemo still spoke calmly as he replied to Travis despite being flung moments earlier.
One thing that could be noted was that during the delay before the spell finished the space between Nemo and his destination seemed to optically distort, telegraphing his destination a split second before it finished.
"If it can repair itself like the last constructs, destroying or removing the crystal that powers it is likely the only option. Considering we want to keep the paragon intact, we'll probably have to remove it." Nemo still spoke calmly as he replied to Travis despite being flung moments earlier.
As Nemo walked further down the passageway he began to sense the presence of what could only be the paragon. The massive power of the artifact gave him a feeling of hunger, only amplified once he made his way into the chamber of the artifact. Nemo's concentration was interrupted by the static over the intercom, resulting in him turning it off with his manadial.
"I will." Nemo suggested as he began walking over. He figured that it was likely that with abilities such as the ones he possessed, people didn't really trust him touching the paragons. If he planned to turn on the group, attempting to absorb one of the paragons would be the go-to choice for most people in his shoes. However Nemo was a man of his word. He did what people asked of him, and no matter how tempting the raw mana of the paragon may be, he has a duty to fulfill for now.
The pile of rubble wasn't much of a challenge for him, he gracefully hopped from rock to rock to the top of the pile. Once Nemo made it to the top he finally was able to get a good look at it. It really was beautiful, but now wasn't the time to admire, he reached out his left un-gloved hand and touched it.
"I will." Nemo suggested as he began walking over. He figured that it was likely that with abilities such as the ones he possessed, people didn't really trust him touching the paragons. If he planned to turn on the group, attempting to absorb one of the paragons would be the go-to choice for most people in his shoes. However Nemo was a man of his word. He did what people asked of him, and no matter how tempting the raw mana of the paragon may be, he has a duty to fulfill for now.
The pile of rubble wasn't much of a challenge for him, he gracefully hopped from rock to rock to the top of the pile. Once Nemo made it to the top he finally was able to get a good look at it. It really was beautiful, but now wasn't the time to admire, he reached out his left un-gloved hand and touched it.
"Very ingenious, Travis." Nemo agreed as he followed Raiya into the passageway. After a few moments of walking he continued. "Let's just hope the... walls don't close in on us." He said, looking to the side. "That would be unpleasant." Nemo finished, he hoped none of them were claustrophobic.
After the accident from before Nemo made sure to scan the ground for anything out of the ordinary as well.
After the accident from before Nemo made sure to scan the ground for anything out of the ordinary as well.
"We know that the last people to travel this route were Academia. And they made it out to make that seal. So instead of the most commonly used route, if we can figure out what the most recently used route is, that would make things easy." Nemo explained.
Since Travis seemed keen on investigating it, Nemo looked over to him. "A tip I also used when faced with possibly fatal passageways, is looking for the one with signs of people coming out on the floor." He added.
Since Travis seemed keen on investigating it, Nemo looked over to him. "A tip I also used when faced with possibly fatal passageways, is looking for the one with signs of people coming out on the floor." He added.
Nemo rested his hands back into his jacket pockets as they continued on. He looked back, seeing Travis and Artos still following along. As he turned back he took the time to reflect to himself. "Not good, not good at all. My attempts at socializing always end the same way, with that look of fear and unease, it makes me very... frustrated." Nemo thought.
"But expecting any different would've been vacuous." He continued. "It's a pain to think about it, Felix's opinion of me likely hasn't changed all that much, and on top of that it's unlikely I can still beat him. He's improved while I've stayed the same. However, that's only if it's a fair all out fight."
"The student doesn't bother me, he seems honest, I can respect that, but the same thing can't be said about the other two."
"She's a schemer..."
"He's a schemer..."
"I really don't like schemers... The difference between them is that I can make a good guess on what her angle is already. She just wants to go back to her own business, I'm an obstacle to that, so I must be removed."
"But the swordsman, he's different, I don't know what he wants, but he's bad news, I know that. That really bothers me, it bothers me so much I just might have to-" Nemo was cut off from his thinking when the walls suddenly slammed shut.
Nemo turned back, seeing Artos gone and a pool of blood seeping out from the crease in the wall. "...I guess some things just work themselves out." He finished.
He turned to Travis, looking to the wall, Nemo then glanced over to the other routes now that they were in the room. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Nothing can be done about it now, and we have to figure out what route to choose."
"But expecting any different would've been vacuous." He continued. "It's a pain to think about it, Felix's opinion of me likely hasn't changed all that much, and on top of that it's unlikely I can still beat him. He's improved while I've stayed the same. However, that's only if it's a fair all out fight."
"The student doesn't bother me, he seems honest, I can respect that, but the same thing can't be said about the other two."
"She's a schemer..."
"He's a schemer..."
"I really don't like schemers... The difference between them is that I can make a good guess on what her angle is already. She just wants to go back to her own business, I'm an obstacle to that, so I must be removed."
"But the swordsman, he's different, I don't know what he wants, but he's bad news, I know that. That really bothers me, it bothers me so much I just might have to-" Nemo was cut off from his thinking when the walls suddenly slammed shut.
Nemo turned back, seeing Artos gone and a pool of blood seeping out from the crease in the wall. "...I guess some things just work themselves out." He finished.
He turned to Travis, looking to the wall, Nemo then glanced over to the other routes now that they were in the room. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Nothing can be done about it now, and we have to figure out what route to choose."
Nemo saw the flask spill onto the floor, he had been trying to observe Raiya's reaction beforehand but was distracted by the mishap. Noticing Raiya's hesitation caused Nemo to bend over and pick it up himself. He brushed it off clean from the ground and then extended his hand to give it back to her. "You should be more careful, that's a very collectible piece you've got there." He commented.
Nemo then placed his gloved right hand on her shoulder, even in the dark his pale white eyes were still visible. "You know, I really hope we can get along in the future, Raiya."
Nemo then placed his gloved right hand on her shoulder, even in the dark his pale white eyes were still visible. "You know, I really hope we can get along in the future, Raiya."
Sooo...My apologizes on my part if I am failing to understand the current flow of the conversation (I've been in and out creating the next post). Is @Zelosse's post in canon with the leader's conversation or meant to be implied after the two have settled talking? Or simply ignored if I am understanding correctly?
Prodigal son was waiting for him to edit it.
As it stands it isn't canon.
Cause he can't hear it, nor interrupt halfway.
Nemo listened to Raiya quietly, he seemed to appreciate that she trusted him enough to divulge her story. "Thank you for sharing, Raiya." He replied with a calm tone.
Nemo's gaze turned to the ceiling as he seemed to be taking in everything she said. He closed his eyes for a few moments until his head cocked to the side. He used manalysis to make sure Travis and Artos were still out of earshot. Afterwards he opened them and turned back to Raiya. "Concepts like identity and family are absent to me. It's like this because I've never had any of either." Nemo began.
"I was always like this, the eyes, the pale skin, white hair. And to my parents that must have been displeasing, so I was abandoned as an infant... I never had a name, so I was forced to come up with my own later; Nemo is actually Latin for 'Nobody'."
"Being orphans seems to be one thing you and I have in common. However, my experience was a bit different from yours. I was never shown the camaraderie or companionship by anybody there, not even the adults. They were afraid of me, thought I didn't belong there, and I suppose they were right." He explained. "When I became old enough to speak and feed myself, I was cast off to the streets. From then on I wandered, here to there, the only comfort I had was with books. I learned to love reading during that time. I'd read about anything to pass the time, I found the knowledge it gave and things it taught me to be priceless."
"However I was constantly searching for where I belonged, where there were people like me. I thought I found that in the Arcanocracy. But once I made it to the front door I began to have doubts. A small group came out to evaluate me, and the way they looked at me, it reminded me of the way people looked at me at the orphanage. As if I wasn't a person, like I was a freak. I didn't like it, but not as much as I didn't like what they told me next. The group said I didn't have any magic potential." Nemo paused for a moment.
"Not that I just wasn't a talent, but that I was even less than the non-talents. I had virtually no usable mana pool at all. So they turned me away. I was a bit... upset by the news, but not totally deterred. So I got my hands on as many basic spell books as I could and practiced as much as I could. I gave it my best effort, but after several weeks I began to lose hope. However it's from that desperation I made my greatest discovery."
"I had a bit of a breakdown, but by the end of it when I opened my eyes I was a grasping a rose in my hand. But something was different about it. It had withered, become dull colored and lifeless. This was the first time I ever used my absorption magick. I was ecstatic, I had finally used a spell, I was told it could it could not be done, but there I was, doing it. I dedicated all of my time perfecting the ability until I was confident to go back to the Arcanocracy. However once I went, my euphoria over the discovery ran out. They didn't understand how I gained mana until I showed them my new trick on a vase of flowers they had... They didn't share the same enthusiasm that I did over my gift, in fact they thought I was a demon, and said my power was evil. I was rejected once more, this time knowing I couldn't go back again."
"But there was one thing important that I learned, that I had gained mana. With that I went back to the book of basic spells. And this time I began to make actual progress. I began to learn to harness the mana I had gained. But it wasn't nearly enough, so I consumed more until I could. During this time I traveled to one of the Academia's schools and demonstrated my talents to one of their leaders. I was met with another bad reaction. To a organization built on preserving and studying magic, my ability to destroy it threatened them... So once again I had to leave with my head down."
"As I grew older I even tried a witch hunter group, but even though my abilities aligned with their purpose, they saw me as a magic abomination to be snuffed out all the same..." Nemo added. "They all didn't appreciate my talents, nobody did. I didn't understand what I had done wrong, I did all I could, but they all still hated me, everyone always hated me. It came to peak when an assassin was hired to kill me by one of the organizations I had visited... That's when I began to feel hate too; I absorbed his spells, and then absorbed him as well. It was the first time I killed somebody." He explained.
"It was after that I became numb to it all, I started to feel nothing. But I did feel one thing, purpose. My victory over the assassin made me realize that there was something I was good at: The art of death. And through that I finally found people that appreciated my talents."
"You asked why I sounded upset when I talked about how I learned my spells. It's because I never had a choice. I learned by myself because I was the only person willing to teach me." Nemo finished.
Nemo's gaze turned to the ceiling as he seemed to be taking in everything she said. He closed his eyes for a few moments until his head cocked to the side. He used manalysis to make sure Travis and Artos were still out of earshot. Afterwards he opened them and turned back to Raiya. "Concepts like identity and family are absent to me. It's like this because I've never had any of either." Nemo began.
"I was always like this, the eyes, the pale skin, white hair. And to my parents that must have been displeasing, so I was abandoned as an infant... I never had a name, so I was forced to come up with my own later; Nemo is actually Latin for 'Nobody'."
"Being orphans seems to be one thing you and I have in common. However, my experience was a bit different from yours. I was never shown the camaraderie or companionship by anybody there, not even the adults. They were afraid of me, thought I didn't belong there, and I suppose they were right." He explained. "When I became old enough to speak and feed myself, I was cast off to the streets. From then on I wandered, here to there, the only comfort I had was with books. I learned to love reading during that time. I'd read about anything to pass the time, I found the knowledge it gave and things it taught me to be priceless."
"However I was constantly searching for where I belonged, where there were people like me. I thought I found that in the Arcanocracy. But once I made it to the front door I began to have doubts. A small group came out to evaluate me, and the way they looked at me, it reminded me of the way people looked at me at the orphanage. As if I wasn't a person, like I was a freak. I didn't like it, but not as much as I didn't like what they told me next. The group said I didn't have any magic potential." Nemo paused for a moment.
"Not that I just wasn't a talent, but that I was even less than the non-talents. I had virtually no usable mana pool at all. So they turned me away. I was a bit... upset by the news, but not totally deterred. So I got my hands on as many basic spell books as I could and practiced as much as I could. I gave it my best effort, but after several weeks I began to lose hope. However it's from that desperation I made my greatest discovery."
"I had a bit of a breakdown, but by the end of it when I opened my eyes I was a grasping a rose in my hand. But something was different about it. It had withered, become dull colored and lifeless. This was the first time I ever used my absorption magick. I was ecstatic, I had finally used a spell, I was told it could it could not be done, but there I was, doing it. I dedicated all of my time perfecting the ability until I was confident to go back to the Arcanocracy. However once I went, my euphoria over the discovery ran out. They didn't understand how I gained mana until I showed them my new trick on a vase of flowers they had... They didn't share the same enthusiasm that I did over my gift, in fact they thought I was a demon, and said my power was evil. I was rejected once more, this time knowing I couldn't go back again."
"But there was one thing important that I learned, that I had gained mana. With that I went back to the book of basic spells. And this time I began to make actual progress. I began to learn to harness the mana I had gained. But it wasn't nearly enough, so I consumed more until I could. During this time I traveled to one of the Academia's schools and demonstrated my talents to one of their leaders. I was met with another bad reaction. To a organization built on preserving and studying magic, my ability to destroy it threatened them... So once again I had to leave with my head down."
"As I grew older I even tried a witch hunter group, but even though my abilities aligned with their purpose, they saw me as a magic abomination to be snuffed out all the same..." Nemo added. "They all didn't appreciate my talents, nobody did. I didn't understand what I had done wrong, I did all I could, but they all still hated me, everyone always hated me. It came to peak when an assassin was hired to kill me by one of the organizations I had visited... That's when I began to feel hate too; I absorbed his spells, and then absorbed him as well. It was the first time I killed somebody." He explained.
"It was after that I became numb to it all, I started to feel nothing. But I did feel one thing, purpose. My victory over the assassin made me realize that there was something I was good at: The art of death. And through that I finally found people that appreciated my talents."
"You asked why I sounded upset when I talked about how I learned my spells. It's because I never had a choice. I learned by myself because I was the only person willing to teach me." Nemo finished.
Though right now I'd suggest talking to Travis, that way everybody has a conversation partner.
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