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Iris Ascendis

Well, we can pop out the champagne once it's 300 IC posts.

Iris Ascendis

Casual 300 snipe.

Iris Ascendis

_@Nanaya

Ah.

That was the root of the misunderstanding.

Lifting his head back and leaning against the chair, Otis stretched his neck, craning it side to side as if to rattle his preconceptions out of his mind. Davil’s boots, outside of the winged heels which looked as if they were added onto a pre-existing product, were fundamentally mundane. So, what was the process again?

His shoes were to help with Ethos control, but that was a matter of how the Ethos functioned, not how the shoes functioned. It was thirty-seconds of sustained output before the limit was hit, but was that another pre-condition built into his Ethos, or was it a matter of preventing rebound instead? Was it, perhaps, a ‘timer’ set on objects imbued with Linearic Liner? Setting aside issues with control, how powerful was its initial burst of speed? And, setting aside Davil’s belief that it assisted in flight…how much could that be improved, if he had proper wings?

A thirty-second window for observation every day was undoubtedly a tight window, but he could work around that. The Strigidae looked over his notes and hypotheses for the moment, then cast a glance out to the window. It was night now, the surrounding forests dark, the moon not yet out. A thirty-second window for observation was also advantageous in its own way. It meant that they could get all the observation done in just a single minute of the morning. And the mundanity of the boots themselves? Perfect for uncovering Davil’s Prime Essence, which may be the key that truly elucidates the meaning behind ‘Linearic Liner’.

Hm. Planning all this for just a minute of the morning may be a bit wasteful. He may as well record Davil’s physical capabilities while he was at it.

That sounded better, yes.

He reached into his pouch once more, pulling out a parchment-wrapped bar of dried meat, fat, and mixed nuts, chewing out it inbetween sips of water. A proper meal would have to be procured eventually, but tonight?

Otis set aside the boots, pulled up his Adapa, and opened the page to the recording of his far-off spy’s transmissions.

Time to finish things off with a movie.

Iris Ascendis

@Nanaya
Eyo, mind giving me some deets with regards to Davil’s boots? Specifically in terms of how it even channels or stores his Ethos to begin with.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Just do it 1001 Nights style. Tell 'em what happens in One Piece. That'll give you at least a year or two to stay alive and gather strength.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Ok, but have you considered learning magic from your tree? Just gotta learn to speak with plants, and voila, you end up getting to exchange knowledge with centuries-old lifeforms.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

She's got the worst skill, but so long as it isn't passively detrimental, she's still got enough other skills to make up for it.

Anyways, this is obviously a light novel set up: "I was given the worst skill, but actually I'm overpowered!"

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Spoiled brat continues to be spoiled. What can ya do, eh?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Twice the size of a wolf. She could imagine then, considering her current size, how that could be an issue. The propensity to live in colonies made it even more dangerous, and it would be a tight thing to start with, trying to kill a lookout before it struck back. She furrowed her brow, filtering through those hazy memories in search of anything that may have suggested their presence before. Shadows against the moons and stars. Howls that rattled like a screech instead. Wingbeats, in the dozens.

Nothing came to mind. Perhaps her senses were too dulled in her infancy.

That was enough of that then. Hopefully Lazash made it out too, perhaps alongside Akeno. Esfir turned her gaze skywards again, tracking the movement of the sun, gauging the distance between that blazing orb and the mountains. The hues of the forest were turning yellow and orange now, afternoon settling in around her. She felt the warmth of the light seep into her flesh, a momentary reprieve after her climb up.

Westward would tread the ground that the Brute had; his presence was likely going to be a similar disturbance to the wildlife she could handle alone. North and south would bring her along the mountains once more, which was a questionable prospect if the camazots were truly creatures that infested the caves. East then.

Back to the forest.
@Zeroth

Iris Ascendis

Ye, sounds good. Probs gonna have Otis start examining Davil's boots in my next post, and then end the night catching up on what he recorded from Raja's little trip with Gulliver.