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「Sirius」

After making sure Vera would be okay, Sirius retreats to his own room. He doesn’t bother turning on the light and leans against a wall. Several seconds of silence pass before Sirius balls his fist and slams it into the wall.
This is the second time he and others nearly died.
He wrongfully thought that because he faced death yesterday, he would be more prepared today.
Sirius needed to be better.
He takes in several slow, deep breaths to calm himself down a little. He had been too worried about Vera and too shocked after the incident to let himself feel properly.
The Holy manabeast today was his fault. He should’ve sensed something was off -- he sensed the other deer just fine with their abundance of Light mana. But somehow the fact that he didn’t sense anything from the obviously glowing deer didn’t tip him off.
Sirius creates a small orb of light and examines his right hand gingerly. There doesn’t seem to be any signs of damage aside from the swelling.
He treks back to the nurse and sheepishly offers his hand for her to heal. The nurse thankfully doesn’t question him about it and makes his hand normal again. Sirius thanks her graciously and leaves for the training facility in the orphanage. Partway there, he pauses and figures that he should check up on Riss to see how he was doing.

Sirius braces himself for the stench that would be no doubt coming from Riss’s room and walks to his door, opening it. Riss seems to be laying in bed and moaning in pain. Shaking his head slightly, Sirius picks him up and takes him to the nurse as well. The nurse raises an eyebrow at Sirius’s quick reappearance and Sirius only offers a light-hearted shrug. He was unsure of what happened to Riss or what caused his ailment, but it wouldn’t surprise Sirius if it was due to the state of Riss’s room. It appears as if Riss would take some time to recover so Sirius departs (again) for the training room.

The stench of sweat and body odor permeates the training room, a relatively simple area stocked with weights, punching bags, and other implements to improve oneself physically.
Sirius makes his way to a punching bag and throws out a punch experimentally. The leather material absorbs the impact easily and he punches with his other hand.
Once Sirius settles into a good rhythm, his mind wanders onto other topics.
What should he do in the future? Sirius sure wasn’t confident in hunting more manabeasts without substantial progress on his part. It was foolish of him to expect anything different on the second day. He had his new artifacts but they hardly helped in dealing with the real threat.
Taking time off to train and help out around the orphanage certainly wasn’t a waste of his time either. His accuracy with using mirrors to aim and redirect light also had a lot to be desired.
Repaying his debt was still urgent, although he had more leeway than a lot of the kids for joining relatively late. Sirius figures if people with bigger debts could pay theirs off in time, he should be able to pay his off.

Beads of sweat are rolling down Sirius’s face from the physical exertion. He grabs a clean towel from a stack and dries his face. He takes a deep breath in and out.
All he had to do was focus on training for a bit, and he’d be good to go. Or at least better off.
He takes a shower, revelling in the feeling of sweat and grime being washed away, and goes to eat dinner. Sirius exchanges a few pleasantries with the people there and then turns in early for the night.
Lysette,「Sirius」, & Vera


Lysette awoke early the next day in time for the morning meal time. She went to cafeteria to get her breakfast, bringing along the bag of rabbits in case she could sell them off to another orphan for a meager amount. The scrambled eggs looked good this morning. A generous pile of scrambled eggs and a three egg omelette shortly adorned her plate. Seeing Riss’ bacon deployment against the crystal centipede the day before had reinvigorated her desire for meat. A generous pile of bacon was added to her tray. For a drink, orange juice!
Her dangerously close to tipping tray is carried across the room. Searching out for a empty table, she picks the least occupied one by the back of the room. With only one person sitting at it, it was a prime target. A cloaked and pale looking girl is scribbling through a journal while munching on her breakfast. Lysette slowly slides up to the other end of the table and sits, starting on her breakfast. Over the next few minutes, she gradually scoots close and closer to the girl, sneakily glancing to her right for any signs of reaction. Within the next few minutes, the two are centimeters apart.

“Hey.”

“Are you trying to hit on me?” Vera flatly inquired.

“Hey~~.” Lysette winks. Poorly.

Vera flops her dragon arm on the table with a light thud, “Well. You are a brave one, aren't you,” she jokingly plays along.

“Wanna buy a… rabbit? ;)” Lysette whispers, gesturing toward her bag.

Vera, slightly saddened that the game had already come to an end, raises an eyebrow out of curiosity, “No?”

“Please I need money.”

“Don't we all. Unfortunately, I don't have any to spend at the moment, so unless you want to go out and earn some…”

An offer to hang out! Clearly this was an offer of friendship. A friend has been made. “Yes please come I don’t think the people from yesterday like me anymore.”

“Well then, maybe I shouldn't go hunting with you...” Vera teases, attempting to gain a little insight into this as of yet unknown person.

Lysette has no response. Collapsing in defeat, she falls onto Vera, whispering “Please don’t leave me.” Slight sniffles are heard.

Surprised Vera moves to pat Lysette’s head in a reassuring manner before pushing her off to the side, but instead, noticing the fluffy almost floofy ears is unable to resist gently scratching behind them with her left hand for a few moments. Lightly embarrassed she stutters out a response, “...F-fine.”

Ear scratches were a new feeling, and Lysette clearly had been missing out.

“This was all a ploy to get me to scratch your ears wasn't it?” Vera questioned, pausing for a moment.

“No I want money.”

“Well then maybe you should try to get some of your,” she pauses for just a moment, ”friends from yesterday and meet back here so we can go hunting.”

“Maybe I’ll go get Sirius. Sirius is always nice.” Lysette reluctantly rises from Vera’s lap and abandons her breakfast to search for him. Evidently not in the cafeteria, he was most likely in his room at this time of the day. She nervously knocks on his door and awaits a response.

Sirius opens the door and to his surprise, his visitor is Lysette the abandoner. He chooses to greet Lysette cordially, despite being more wary of her. “Hello, what do you need?”

”Hi Sirius!”

“Um, hi? If you don’t need anything...” Sirius begins.

“No wait wait wait. Don’t move. This is important. Sorry for uh, escaping from the mines without you. And Riss. I guess I panicked and… zoned out at the end,” Lysette’s ears and tail slowly drooping throughout the phrase.

Slightly looking towards the ground, she mumbles “Will you still go out with me?”

“...”

“NO WAIT I MEAN HUNTING. HUNTING. NOT LIKE THAT NO.”

Sirius considers Lysette’s apology. “I wasn’t upset that you escaped from the mines, I was upset because you didn’t help us with the centipede,” Sirius winks at Lysette, “I’m also not interested in any romantic relationships at the moment. But I’ll give you a second chance and go hunting with you.”

“Yes! Thank you! You should come meet my new friend.” Lysette grabs Sirius’ arm and attempts to drag him back to the cafeteria.

Sirius lets Lysette pull him along. “You might give people ideas about us,” he jokes.

Lysette ignores his tease and brings him in front of Vera. “I brought him!”

Sirius examines the new girl in front of him. It’s definitely the first time he’s seen her. She’s fairly short and her complexion seemed sickly. Sirius holds out a hand to shake, “Hello, my name is Sirius. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Vera, and i’m going to have to pass on that handshake,” she excuses herself from the pleasantry by revealing her draconian right hand emphasizing her claws.

“I can see why. What artifacts do you have?” Sirius asks, “Seeing as we’re going to fight manabeasts.”

“Just Death, this is the first day I’ve really left my room for an extended length of time.”

“Riss also is going into Death, you two might get along with each other,” Sirius muses.

“Is he the one with the room?” Vera asks not wanting to pair up with whoever needed their room fumigated.

“Yes, although he has a nice collection of plants. And a bird,” Sirius replies.

She politely declines, “I think I’ll pass, his methods seem a tad,” she hesitates for a few beats trying to find a word to properly show her disapproval, while still keeping up appearances, “disorganized.”

“It smells like death.” Lysette wrinkles her nose in discomfort.

“I heard Lysette mention hunting? What are your plans for that?” Sirius asks.

“Hadn't planned any farther than just going out and trying to find some manabeasts to kill and harvest,” Vera admits plainly.

“Hmm… well if no one has any plans, I personally would be interested in a Light manabeast,” Sirius proposes.

“Wouldn't mind one of those myself to be honest,” Vera agrees looking slightly up and to the side her mind already churning out potential uses and combinatorial effects.

“Sure! Where would we find one of those though?” Lysette inquires.

“Probably at an altar or something. There should also be an increase of Light manabeasts during the day as well,” Sirius responds.

“You good with going there, Vera? I’m fine with it, I’ll go grab my gear” Lysette asks.

She hesitates everso slightly, “Sure.”

“I have all of my hunting equipment ready, but I need to pick some items up from the blacksmith,” Sirius comments.

Vera rises from her seat, “In that case let me just grab a few things and i’ll be ready to go.”

Lysette heads to her room in order to prepare, first emptying her bag of the Earth rabbits and to grab her weapons. She returns to meet Sirius and Vera in the cafeteria.

Vera heads to her room and grabs the adventuring gear she had prepacked over the previous days as the mutation had slowed down. She carefully changes into something a bit more defensive and heads back out to Sirius and Lysette, once again tossing the cloak over herself and making sure to lock her door.

“Where’s the nearest altar? Do you think we’ll need to take a landboat or train there?”

“Landboat, the area we’re looking for is relatively in the open,” Sirius answers.

Lysette nods and says “Lead the way.”

“Alright, if you don’t mind following me to the blacksmith.”



The shopkeeper recognizes him from yesterday and greets him. Sirius receives his new armor and shield and slides several coins over to the blacksmith. He tries on his chestplate and vambrace and is satisfied with the fit. Thanking the blacksmith, Sirius exits the shop with the other two trailing behind him.

The trio then head to the land docks, and showing their crests, board a land boat.

Some amount of time later, the group arrives at a platform on a hill overlooking the expanse and disembark enjoying the view; an open field covered in swaths of tall grass blowing in the gentle breeze like ripples on a pond. At six or seven feet high, the grass could easily conceal manabeasts within.

Lysette looks to Sirius and Vera to say “Which way should we head off on?”

Sirius pulls out a map, “We need to travel southeast from here.”

“Well seeing as you have the map, lead the way,” Vera responds.

“I don’t have a compass either,” Lysette adds.

Sirius leads the way off into the grass.



As the group walks, Lysette trips on something, and is almost immediately, rapidly dragged off away from the group.

“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Lysette shrieks as she is pulled into the darkness of the tall grass. Goodbye my friends…

Vera starts running off after Lysette, “God damnit stab the thing!”

Sirius debates whether to start weed whacking immediately, but doesn’t because of potential friendly fire. He is useless here.

Lysette’s flailing arms catch hold to tufts of grass, bringing her to a stop. Now able to look around, she sees the vines wrapped around her legs, straining to continue retreating. “Sirius! Free me! Over here!”

Sirius starts sprinting in the direction of Lysette’s voice.

Vera comes running over to Lysette’s flailing form and taking a few more steps, slashes through the vines with her claws.

Scrambling back from the separated vines, Lysette begins peeling off the greenery attached to her legs. Once on her feet, she creates a blast of wind, knocking back the reapproaching vines. The wind pushes a line of grass apart, revealing more of the vines further down.

He catches up to the two of them and helps them fend off the vines by hacking them whenever they got close.

“So do we harvest this one or just try to leave?” Vera polls the group.

“What if we let it pull Sirius this time, and follow it to the source?” Lysette jokes.

“I think we can tell where it's coming from,” Vera sternly interjects.

“If you really think that’s a good strategy, I’ll do it. But I’m worried about lighting the entire field on fire,” Sirius replies evenly.

“Let's not set everything on fire,” Vera requests.

Lysette pushes the grass apart with another wave of air, clearing a path that Sirius would have an easier time moving through. Leading the way, she quickly spots the source, a large clump of vines. Reacting to the group’s entry to the small clearing of grass where it sat in, it sent several feelers towards the three. With their slow moving nature, Lysette easily slashes them out of the air before they get close, causing them to jerk back towards the vine ball.

Sirius takes the opening and stabs the amorphous clump of vines. It begins thrashing violently at the trio.

Vera thrusts her arm as far into the writhing mass of vines as she can, grasping at whatever might be there and attempting to rip out a chunk of the beast.

Lysette takes the opportunity while Vera is reaching inside to cut down the vines that were encircling her. Once cleared away, she takes a second to apply her Death artifact’s enhancement to her sword. With careful aim, she plunges it into the center, making sure not to stab into the area Vera’s arm was occupying.

Trying to withdraw her arm, Vera finds it is quite stuck, and instead starts carving out an area with her claws the best she can.

Sirius starts cutting things, taking care to avoid cutting Vera’s arm.

A few minutes later the mass of vines stops moving and as Lysette and Sirius take a few steps back, the party takes a moment to catch their breath.

Vera, slightly embarrassed, breaks the silence, “So uhh...my arm is kinda, stuck,” giving a quick tug on her arm to show it is indeed trapped in the mass of vegetation.

“Should we… carve it out?” Lysette asks.

Vera looks slightly concerned at the thought of Lysette carving near her arm, “It might be best if I do it, but I can't reach anything out of my pack at the moment.”

“Here, take this knife and have at it.” Lysette passes Vera the knife.

Vera takes the knife and starts carefully cutting through the vines in order to free her arm. In an attempt to keep the others distracted she asks, “So who’s getting this one? Or are we going to divide it up?”

“I have no interest in Nature, I’d just be selling it,” Lysette states.

Vera pauses for a moment falling prey to her own distraction, “Let's see, Nature.. No conflicts, complements with Earth, Water, and Life. I mean I could use it, but I’m not overly attached.” She then resumes freeing her arm at a slightly increased pace.

“I would be selling it as well,” Sirius remarks.

“Lets sell it and split the money then,” Vera decides finally freeing her arm. She takes a moment to look it over before handing lysette her knife back, “Thanks.”

Stowing away her weapons, Lysette begins to grab the loose vines and bundle the manabeast into the smallest ball possible.

“Make some surface Sirius?”

Sirius obliges and a thin light platform appears, hovering inches above the ground.

The manabeast is quickly encircled with chalk and a reagent made of a length of vine. Lysette finishes up and indicates to the group that she’s done. “Thank you Sirius, you can drop it now, don’t spend all your mana.”

“It doesn’t cost that much mana to maintain,” Sirius replies, dissipating the light construct.

“Back to walking now if everyone’s good?” Lysette says as she stows away the reagent.

“Southeast I believe it was?” Vera adds looking to Sirius.

“Yes.”

The group then heads off to the southeast, watching for more vines as they go.



The party arrives at a large stone outcropping with a marble altar in its center. The entire area is brighter than the surrounding lands and almost thrums with energy. The foliage is more lush and vivid yet tame, and the area around the altar is clear of any vegetation. A large herd of deer graze in the clearing, scattered around the altar. What is even more peculiar is that some of the deer are pure white and glowing. Interestingly enough, they also don’t seem to be concerned about the artificers’ presence.

“What should we do about all these deer?” Sirius questions.

“Uhhhhhhh, get a few to go somewhere else?” Vera suggests.

“Okay,” Sirius responds, boxing a deer on the outskirts of the group inside a light construct and levitating it away. The other deer thankfully don’t seem too troubled by this occurrence.

“Look at it go. One deer away. What about the other deer?” Lysette asks.

“We could just fight them one at a time,” Vera said.

Sirius shrugs, placing the deer down in a adjacent clearing, isolated and hidden from the rest of the herd, “Better to be safe than sorry.”

“So I haven't really had that much combat experience, do we just stab it now or?” Vera inquires.

Sirius responds, “Unless you have another method to kill it, sure.”

Vera, not confident in her abilities to avoid a counter attack, attempts to get one of her more hardy companions to start the fight, “You first?”

Lysette swings for the neck. The deer just stands there, expecting to be saved by mama deer. But nobody came...

The deer’s head falls cleanly to the ground with a gentle plop. Blood sprays liberally.
Sirius draws a circle around the deer and converts it into a reagent.
After he’s done, another deer is spirited away by a Light box.
The other deer watch quizzically as their second brethren is removed from the safety of the herd. Unbeknownst to the evil humans, a few deer follow the pretty light box from a distance as it floats away over the grass.

The second deer dies the same way as the first. This was way too easy...

The group of three deer that had followed Sirius’s light box emerge into the clearing and freeze. They see two dead decapitated deer on the ground amid a massive pool of blood. They see a human with blood dripping from her sword. They put two and two together, and charge balls of light in their mouths before firing blazing beams of light at Lysette.

Sirius instantly materializes a single mirror in front of Lysette. Lysette unintentionally combat rolls away from the cover of the mirror as the beams fall upon the mirror and reflect, one beam catching some grass on fire.

Lysette saves the environment by sucking out the air around the fire, preventing its spread.

Vera makes a lifting motion with her right arm, followed by a swift gesture to the side. The two decapitated deer rise up and charge the three deer.

Having just attacked Lysette and hesitant to attack the bodies of their siblings, two of the living deer are knocked over. The remaining deer rallies itself and creates a sharp wedge of solid light that it drops down to cut an undead deer in half.

The remaining, mostly intact, undead deer helpfully flails about on top of the deer that it had knocked over, preventing it from getting up quickly.

Sirius swings his sword down on the neck of the flailing live deer. The blade stops against a thin barrier of light just above the two flailing deer. After a moment, the barrier thickens. Sirius tries a different method, firing a laser that seemingly misses at first but hits a mirror that angles downward at the deer. The grass around it catches on fire, but eventually hits the deer as Sirius adjusts the angle of the mirror. The Lightdeer goes limp -- a lucky blow was struck.

Standing deer opens its mouth and preps another hyperbeam for Lysette, bothered by the blood still dripping from her sword. Lysette deftly combat rolls once again, allowing the environment to take yet another hit. Like a true eco-warrior, she quickly extinguishes this fire as well. The deer mentally apologizes to the grass.

Deer number two finishes saying prayers over its bisected cousin and wheels around to snarfle angrily at Sirius. It begins another prayer for the third dead deer of the day.

Sirius readies himself and prepares for an attack by the deer. Devout deer deploys a light barrier in front of itself and its friend, who charges smaller balls of light on either side of itself, focused on Sirius. Ideally, he wouldn’t be able to block both. So Sirius instead boxes the deer itself in mirrors. A bit miffed, the laser deer stops and forms the orbs of light outside of the box before firing at Sirius again. It couldn’t see him, but it knew where Sirius was before, and being full of light mana made him easy to sense. He dissipates the mirror box in response and sets up a mirror protecting himself. The beams nearly hit Sirius before the mirror appears and deflects the lasers harmlessly. Sirius counterattacks by materializing an obsidian spike from below the deer and impaling it through the midsection.

At the same time the undead decapitated deer blindsides the left deer bringing it to the ground. The barrier flickers and drops as the fallen deer thrashes helplessly. Lysette takes this opportunity to sprint in and stab the deer. A light barrier appears and shatters instantly as her blade penetrates the deer’s head.

Without wasting a moment, Lysette whips out her red chalk and starts drawing a circle. Nothing would stand between her and freedom.

Vera, after quickly checking for more deer, approaches one of the Light manabeast corpses, uses her claws to cut off a palm-sized piece of antler, and drills a small hole at the larger end for fashioning the antler into an amulet. Satisfied with her work, she sets it on the corpse of the manabeast and takes her time drawing out the binding runes and creating the reagent.

Sirius elects to keep watch. He already had a Light reagent and isn’t particularly greedy for another immediately.

As the pair finish creating their reagents, a lone deer approaches the party. Sirius warns the group to get ready to fight. It’s lucky that another one wandered over here alone.

Vera’s vision blurs and heart races, eyes widening in terror as she looks to the deer, its form flawless and radiant …That's not light... Her mana is quickly annihilated, rendering Vera completely helpless. The almost godlike aura of the single deer stuns the entire party as more and more deer enter the clearing, their antlers glowing a painful white. Vera, on the other hand, feels her mind being crushed into a smaller and smaller crevice. We’ve got to leave it’s going to kill us… I have to run… move… Her eyes can see the deer clear as day, but to her it's muddled, and unintelligible. Unable to comprehend anything other than base emotions, she can no longer grasp why her last sliver of remaining consciousness is being reduced to a feral fear. What's left of her vision fails her as the herd unleashes a storm of light. The only sensations available to her is a throbbing in her shoulder, the slight plinking of her ring hitting the ground amidst a rain of ash, a dull pain in the back of her head, and then nothing.

Sirius sees Vera drop and immediately sprints over, scooping her up and running away. He glances back, seeing a majestic deer radiating an intensely pure aura. Holy..?
「Sirius」

It was nice being clean again. Not that he didn’t expect to get dirty while killing manabeasts. But it’s certainly a relief compared to the acidic burns from earlier. His main concern though, is the fact that he nearly died a mere hour or so ago. I can’t be that careless. I need to be more prepared next time. Granted, he did gather a group for the purpose of safety in numbers, but who would have thought Lysette would bail on them? He would have sacrificed himself to protect her, but she only thought of herself in that moment. He didn’t mind that Lysette ran away when she saw the thing -- it was intimidating for sure. But the fact that she didn’t help when they were fighting it? That felt like betrayal of the group. Sirius supposes that he can’t expect other people to be selfless though. Lysette also didn’t receive any of the spoils from that fight, so she already got her just punishment. All in all, the incident today did wake Sirius up to the reality of the situation. I should be more careful about who I can trust. Especially when we may be put in situations of life and death.

Sirius gathers the plate from the metal dragon lizard, a small black horn from a rabbit, a metal stinger from a scorpion, a pink crystal broken off from a bat, and a silvery leg of a spider. He needed to get the metals and crystals identified and then fashioned appropriately into an artifact. The plate is already an artifact, but Sirius figures he might as well give it a functional use too, mainly in the form of an armor piece. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and exits the orphanage, making his way to the local armorsmith.



The place is stuffy and Sirius could see the glow of the forges from behind the counter.

“What can I do fer ya, lad?” the gruff shopkeeper asks.

“Can you help me identify some crystals and metals? I’d also like to put in an order for a chestplate, a vambraces, and a shield,” Sirius asks politely, displaying the orphanage crest on his Light ring.

The shopkeeper squints at the crest to confirm and replies, “What do ye have fer me then?”

Sirius places each reagent onto the counter and gingerly sets the metal plate artifact down.
The burly man pulls out a magnifying glass and inspects each one closely. After several minutes of examining and testing out the metals lightly with the hammer, he makes his verdict, “Well lad, you got yerself a glass pendant, rose quartz, obsidian horn, steel plate, aluminum chunk, and a piece of silver.”

“Can you convert the steel plate into a chest plate and make a new vambrace and shield?” Sirius queries.

“Sure can do,” the blacksmith answers, “Lemme get some measurements.”

Sirius obediently stays still while the owner measures his chest and arm.
“So what kinda shield do ye want?” the shopkeeper questions, busy noting down numbers.

“A kite shield please,” Sirius requests.

“Any trim wit’ yer order?”

“Gold would be nice,” Sirius concedes.

“Alrighty, these’ll be done by tomorrow.”

“Can I pick them up in the morning then?”

“Sure, just drop by when ye need to.”

Satisfied, Sirius scoops up the reagents and leaves the plate behind. His next order of business would be to buy some jewelry pieces to put his reagents in.



As he opens the door to the jewelry store, a bell tinkles as a sign to his entry. Sirius is greeted by a relatively young woman, “How may I help you today?”

“Just looking around for suitable artifact vessels,” Sirius explains.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“I can find them on my own, thank you,” Sirius remarks, looking around.

The display cases sparkle with all the gemstones and metals shimmering in the light. Sirius had a fondness for jewelry and has one of his ears pierced too. He browses the selection, settling on a simple silver ring and an onyx stud earring.

“I’ll take these two please,” Sirius points out the two pieces he noticed earlier.

The woman retrieves the jewelry from the display cases and puts them in a small box for him. He hands over the money and thanks the owner.



Sirius draws circles on the floor of his room around the horn and the earring as well as the spider leg and the ring. Sirius’s room is neatly ordered and practically spotless -- his bed is made, no clothes or dirt to speak of on the floor, books and journals are stacked on a desk tidily, and the clothes in his dresser are organized by type and color.
His new artifacts acquired, he slips the silver ring on his middle finger and replaces his current earring with the artifact one. His ring has the ability to coat things in silver while his earring could create obsidian spikes. Nothing much I can do now to train Crystal or Metal. It’ll just be a waiting game before I have a large enough mana pool to do anything.
With all of his business done for today, Sirius gets a bite to eat at the cafeteria, prepares for the night, and falls asleep in his bed.
「Natalia」and Moira


The pair hunted until sunset, picking up T1 reagents of all sorts along the way. Time that would normally be spent searching was drastically cut down by Natalia’s ability to see through flying creatures, manabeast or otherwise. Another notable pickup includes a Lightning reagent. The Lightning manabeast had proven to be a bit trickier, as the pair couldn’t get terribly close due to all of the electricity. But an emergency Earth wall here and there protected them from harm and the boulder dealt the lethal blow. There were also Crystal manabeasts, specifically of the ice variant, roaming around near the top of the mountain. It wasn’t too difficult to just straight up drop a boulder on the slow moving creatures. Turns out that not many things could survive a large heavy object falling on top of them.

“That was really productive,” Natalia says cheerfully, “I’m set on all of the new elements I wanted to go into. Thanks for helping, Moira. We’ll definitely get you a Darkness artifact tonight and we’ll journey to a Death biome tomorrow. Let’s take a break and eat dinner before searching for a Darkness manabeast though. The sun hasn’t completely set yet.”

“I could use a break.” Moira admits. She opens up the bag and sets out a thin tarp -- the ground was pretty cold with all the snow. Earthen walls also enclosed all sides to shield them from the wind. A Fire artifact sits in the center, radiating warmth and light.

Natalia grabs two sandwiches from her bag and hands one to Moira. She also spreads out a scroll on the that partially mapped out the wilderness. “So we’re here,” Natalia points to a mountain on depicted on map, “And it’ll probably take us several hours to walk to the ghost town. Is there anything you might want along the way?”

“Hmm... we really should have rented airboards as well. Too bad it would have been too expensive. We can start walking now, and maybe we’ll find a Darkness manabeast on the way.”

“Yeah, we should have enough for them next time. And making progress towards the ghost town would be more efficient, especially since using Psyche to look around is less effective during the night.”

“I can take over scouting now, the darkness is so thick, it’s easy to tell when something is moving around.” Moira points out. “Are you going to have any troubles navigating? I can go by feel, but you...”

“I’m able to tell where you are relative to me and how you’re dealing with the environment,” Natalia responds, “Maybe I’ll even get lucky and come across a creature that has good nocturnal vision.”

“Whatever works then.” Moira shrugs and lays back. “Let’s rest a little longer before we head out though, it’s nice to warm up.”

The pair sit around the Fire artifact a bit longer, greedily taking in its warmth before packing up their belongings. They travel back down the mountain, a feat increased in difficulty for Natalia due to the sun setting and with her trying her best not to slip, and start making their way to the ghost town. By then, complete darkness had fallen upon the pair. This was Moira’s domain now, as she tugs Natalia along the right direction. They trudge along for what seems like ages, scanning for Darkness manabeasts and ignoring the T1 and T2 manabeasts.

Finally, Moira pauses in place as she senses motion in the emptiness before her. Natalia nearly bumps into Moira as she catches herself suddenly, alert. “Manabeast...” Moira murmurs, trying to discern the form of the creature through the surrounding mana. Shadows darker than the surrounding night coalesce in front of the pair into the shape of a wolf. Its ebony fur gleams under the faint moonlight and the beast growls, tensing its muscles in preparation for a lunge. Moira yanks Natalia out of the way just as it leaps. Natalia frantically tries to get a grasp of the situation and locks onto the wolf’s senses. The world around her is extremely sharp, but washed in shades of gray, and a smaller field of view. The wolf’s hearing is also excellent, Natalia had briefly considered trying to flank the manabeast, but their footsteps would give it away.

“Moira! I’ll provide covering fire,” Natalia shouts, breaking away from Moira and shooting rapid rounds with her gunblade. Moira calls out in affirmation and readies her mana, stabbing forward with a shadowspike. The wolf deftly hops sideways and dodges, starting to circle around Moira. A few water bullets connect with the wolf, prompting several agonized yelps before it disperses into the darkness. I’ll be difficult to kill if it keeps going into that form. With that in mind, Natalia mentally changes gears. Moira calls out a warning to Natalia about the manabeast materializing behind her, but Natalia still was piggybacking on its senses -- she already had turned around and fired a shot at the creature. It hits a leg, and this time the water freezes shortly after, slowing the Darkness manabeast’s movements a little bit.

With the wolf slowed, Moira is able to score a glancing blow with another shadowspike, catching the manabeast in the flank as it twisted to avoid her. Gradually, with Natalia slowing the wolf and Moira managing to injure it half the time, they wore down the manabeast. At the end of it’s life, blood dripping off of it’s fur from countless small wounds, the duskwolf mounts a suicidal charge at Moira, shrugging off her hastily throw blade of shadow and knocking her to the ground. As she falls, she manages to drive another spear of shadow through the wolf’s chest, finishing it.

Slightly out of breath, Natalia states, “We should set up camp and sleep. We’re a good bit a ways to the ghost town ad we need to rest up before we hunt two T3s tomorrow.”

Natalia hears a muffled assent emanate from the small girl lying limply under the manabeast corpse.

After harvesting the manabeast, the novice Artificers make camp and sleep.



Natalia blearily stirs from her sleep and sits up. She looks over to Moira and gently shakes her awake.
“Ow.” Moira complains, feeling the myriad bruises and aches gained the day before.
“Sorry.”

The duo begin their journey once again, feeling relatively well-rested from last night’s sleep. An hour or two later, they reach their destination. The center plaza is filled with worn down and partially demolished buildings. The residential area had marks of a widespread fire, with the scorched planks and burn marks marring the houses. Instead of people, the place had become a den for manabeasts. Raindrops begin to drizzle from the sky and clouds covered the sun. It was almost as if the entire town was a wounded beast, crying silently for its loss. But their destination was the massive graveyard behind the pitiful remains of a church, destroyed to the point where Natalia and Moira could barely make out a symbol that indicated what religious sect it belonged to.

Natalia whispers to Moira, “There’s an undead axeman northwest of us. That’s your Death artifact right there. We should keep our distance -- Death does some nasty things.”

I do some nasty things.” Moira smirks, striding forward.
Natalia shoots her gun to immobilize the axeman’s feet to the ground. Attacking in sync with Natalia, Moira’s salvo of shadow blades falls upon the axeman, each blade swinging several times, sending undead flesh flying. She held nothing back, rapidly expending her mana to finish the fight.

When it seems that victory is within their grasp, the injured undead smashes the butt of his axe on the ground. The soil almost bubbles and an skeleton horse frees itself from the ground and stands obediently next to the marauder. The axeman climbs on and charges Natalia and Moira. Hordes of skeletons froth from the ground around them.
“I...think we should run,” Natalia states uncertainly, staring at the many mobs around them. Too bad her boulder and earthen wall artifacts were used up. They would’ve made for a good inhibitor.

“I don’t think we harmed it as much as we thought, either.” Moira remarks, watching as the axeman knits its decaying flesh back together rapidly. Despite her best efforts, she’d never even managed to scratch the bones that peeked out beneath the patchy pale flesh.

“I’ll slow the horse down, I think we can outrun the normal skeletons,” Natalia comments, pulling out her Crystal artifact and creating a patch of ice on the ground in front of the undead horse.
The horse skids on the ice and loses its balance, falling over. The axeman jumps off of it before the horse hits the ground.
The pair abscond.

“Do you want to try going after a Psyche manabeast instead?” Natalia asks.

“Anything is better than what we just left behind.” Moira says dryly. She was wrong.



After wandering around a lake surrounded by a flower field, Natalia stiffens and slows to a stop as she senses a sizable concentration of Psyche mana overhead.
“Hmm?” Moira asks quizzically.
“Psyche manabeast above us,” Natalia states hastily.
A wyvern circles above them, letting out an ear-piercing screech. Natalia sees Moira drop to one knee, clutching her head and barely managing to activate her collar Artifact, causing a thick cloud of inky haze to obscure herself. Not before long, Natalia succumbs to the same painful effect herself and her senses are scrambled as she could barely feel or see anything.
*cue Natalia’s battle music* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmOZL_0rj70
Natalia mentally flings herself into the other nearby creature’s minds, trying to regain her footing from the extreme mental disorientation. After that she could function a little, even with the pain in her head-- seems as if putting up with all the angst helped her after all. The Psyche manabeast dives towards Moira, almost certainly meaning the end for her. No! Natalia musters all of her will and manages to push Moira, tackling her to the side. Talons graze Natalia’s back instead, leaving sizable gashes behind. Natalia cries out in pain and rolls onto her side. It looks like I can still feel pain, Natalia grits her teeth. Using other creatures’s senses of sight, she shakily grabs her gun and aims it at the wyvern, blasting multiple shots that alternated haphazardly. Natalia could only hope that she would land a hit -- since she only had a third person point of view to go off of. It’s almost as if she’s watching herself in a movie. Natalia is hardly able to feel her own body too, aside from the pain and blood flowing from her wound. Only a single shot scores a hit on the wyvern, but it is hardly affected. Out of sheer frustration, Natalia pulls out her Lightning artifact and starts firing bolts of lightning at the beast in conjunction with the bullets. The wyvern nimbly dodges most of them until a bolt clips it, causing wyvern to screech more in indignation as it falters for a moment. The pain in Natalia’s head is overwhelming now, but she somehow is able to squeeze the trigger and arc a lightning bolt simultaneously onto the wyvern. The Psyche manabeast falls silent as its body plummets to the ground. Although the pain subsides, Natalia’s mind still feels fuzzy from blood loss. She shifts her head to check on Moira, seeing her begin to recover. Natalia breathes a sigh of relief before slipping unconscious.

The haze of pain quickly fades away from Moira, bringing sweet lucid relief. She stands up to find an unconscious manabeast and a dead friend. Wait, no. The wyvern -- she could tell it was a wyvern now -- appeared more dead than Natalia, with all the burns covering its scaled body. While the bloody gashes oozing blood looked bad, Moira thought she saw the wounded girl twitch in her sleep.

Rifling through Natalia’s bag of holding and humming to herself, Moira quickly locates the medical supplies and treats the long parallel gouges carved into her friend’s back. That done, Moira sits back and realizes that Natalia might not wake up for some time. Time to make the most of this opportunity. Moira grins widely, not needing to hide her ominous expression without anyone there to see it. She lifts up Natalia’s long, soft pink hair and raises it to her nose, inhaling deeply. The hair was so soft. So long. So luscious. Moira continues sniffing Natalia’s hair for several more minutes before deciding to “check over Natalia’s body for other wounds”. Every single inch. In meticulous and caring detail. Hey, the unseen wound was the deadliest.



Half an hour later, Moira straightens Natalia’s shirt and steps back in satisfaction. She’d changed Natalia’s ruined shirt and placed the girl onto a tarp, with a pillow under Natalia’s sleepy head. Moira then tied the pillow and tarp to the sides of Natalia’s body so she’ll stay on it. A dozen feet to the side, the harvested wyvern lay in a chalk circle, having been converted to a reagent already.

Chirping an apology, Moira picks up Natalia’s legs and starts the long walk back to the nearest landboat stop, dragging the girl behind her. Hopefully the pillow she’d affixed would soften the bumps Natalia is being dragged over.



The landboat ride on their return trip is uneventful. A kindly Artificer helps load Natalia’s still unconscious form onto the landboat, saving the girl some more bumps and bruises. Moira also makes a stop by the rental shop to return their bag of holding, dragging Natalia all the way. Several customers give Moira odd looks about the unconscious Natalia. By the time the two girls return to the orphanage, it’s late at night. Leaving Natalia on the floor just inside the orphanage entrance, Moira walks off to the healer’s office in the central wing, a nondescript room filled with mostly chairs and a single cot. Only one cot was needed since magical healing is a quick process. Wards showing up late at night with bloody wounds was par for the course, and the healer doesn’t even raise an eyebrow as she takes a look at Moira’s shoulder. A quick jolt of Life mana and Moira is immediately in peak condition. Thanking the healer, Moira nearly walks out the office before remembering she nearly forgot Natalia.

“Oh, right! My friend is laying just inside the entrance so if you could heal her, that’d be great thanks! Goodnight!” Moira says cheerily as she exits.



Natalia stirs, regaining consciousness, and sits up straight immediately. Wide-eyed, she scans her surroundings and locks her sight on one of the orphanage’s healers.
“Your friend brought you back while you were unconscious and asked me to heal you,” the healer says amicably.
“Moira? Is she alright?”
“Yes, she’s fine. You should go get some rest now.”
Natalia nods and pushes herself unsteadily to her feet.
“Do you need help getting back to your room?”
“No, I’m good. I can handle myself.”

Back in her room, Natalia spreads out the spoils of their trip on the ground. It looks like Moira didn’t take her share of the reagents. I’ll bring it to her room after I finish turning this Water and Psyche reagent into proper artifacts.
Natalia converts a Water reagent into another bracelet for daily wear. This artifact would have the ability to create a sphere of water. The rest of the Water reagents would be stored for later use in case her gun ran out of ammo. The Psyche reagent, a piece of scale from the wyvern, became a necklace around her neck, that allows her to block the senses of others. Her Lightning and Crystal rings were still on her fingers from the previous fight. Both artifacts were pretty generic, the Lightning one emits a bolt of lightning and the Crystal one creates ice. Natalia scoops up Moira’s share of the T1 reagents and makes her way to her friend’s room. I also need to thank her. Who knows what would have happened if I had been by myself? Reaching Moira’s room, Natalia knocks quietly on the door.
No answer.
Natalia knocks again to make sure.
There is still no answer or sounds, but Moira is definitely in there -- as Natalia could sense her mind.
“I’m coming in,” Natalia announces as she twists the doorknob and enters the room.
It’s completely dark and the only thing that can be heard is the faint snoozing noise coming from the bed. Natalia blinks several times as she waits for her eyes to adjust and she spies a pair of ears peeking out from the blanket.
Natalia carefully sneaks around to Moira’s desk, dumping all the reagents onto it. They make more noise than Natalia intends for them to, clattering against each other and the wooden desk. She freezes and look back at Moira. An ear twitches, but there is no sign that Moira had been disturbed. Natalia breathes a small sigh of relief and starts making her way out of the room. But, Natalia slips on one of the many things on the ground and falls comfortably onto the layer of clothes lying on the ground. The coziness and warmth make Natalia realize just exactly how tired she is. And with that, Natalia falls asleep too.
「Sirius」

When Kubo first mentions that he wished to join the group, Sirius is completely open with the idea. But he knew Shor would not take someone barging in kindly. And as expected, Shor starts provoking Kubo.
Sirius cuts in, "You would be a welcome addition, Kubo."
Turning to Shor, "I'm against splitting in half because I am concerned about everyone's safety. You have your strength to fend off manabeasts, but what about the others? Besides, I haven't confirmed that Riss will be coming. I do have an interest in the mines though since I'd like a Crystal artifact."
With that, Sirius leaves the group to go find Riss, hoping that Shor wouldn't start up a fight in his absence.

Sirius walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing on the hard floor. Sirius didn't mind interacting with people, but it was also nice to get some time to himself. Times like this were about the only moments where he wasn't busy with training or helping with one errand or another. He knew that Riss decided to go into the Death element and about his particular..hobbies. But to each their own-- as long as they didn't intentionally hurt people, it was fine. Sirius could tell Riss's room is close, due to the stench that permeates from his room. He wrinkles his nose, the only discomfort Sirius displays, and knocks on Riss's door.
"Hey Riss, are you in there? I want to talk."

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「Sirius」

"Prince Sparkly? That's a new one coming from you," Sirius chuckles. He hastily adds, “No, I’m not here to lecture you. Can’t a friend eat with another friend without having their motives questioned?”
He ponders her questions a bit before answering, “Friends support and help each other out. Also because people are social animals by nature and don’t like to be lonely. That’s especially true here, since practically everyone either lost their parents or were abandoned. In a way, they’re making up for the love and affection they’re missing from family. And doing things together with friends can be more fun than doing it alone. Plus, not all friendships are about getting each other in trouble.”
Sirius takes a sip of water before glancing at Moira and Natalia, who were amicably chatting with one another over lunch.
“I’ll admit Moira is a special case. I don’t really know why Natalia sticks with her either since it doesn’t seem as if Natalia is a bad person at heart. But then again, when it comes to emotions not everything can be explained with logic.”
He frowns a bit, “You know, if you want to make friends you should be more friendly. It was rude of those girls to interrupt you yes, but you shouldn’t have glared at them like that. It was good that you didn’t get into a fight though.”

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「Sirius」

Sirius’s morning had been chock full of activities, from helping clean the orphanage’s communal areas, to preparing food in the kitchens, and to supervising some of the younger kids -- all usual for him. His favorite activity was playing with the children though, especially after acquiring his light abilities. He could entertain the young ones endlessly by creating various light constructs that danced about and it warmed him to see the sparkles in their eyes.
Even though his initial intention of going to Liravel Orphanage was to become an artificer, he couldn’t ignore all the poor orphans living there. That didn’t mean he slacked off on training, since that was essential to furthering his goal of more or less becoming a hero. He glances up at a nearby clock to see that it is about noontime and regretfully lifts the young child off his lap and stands up.
“I have to go eat lunch now,” he says gently.
“Awwww but I wanna play moooore,” the boy complains, tugging on Sirius’s hand.
Sirius smiles warmly and ruffles the boy’s hair a little, “I’ll play with you more another time.”
The child grumbles but lets go of Sirius, “Okaaayy.”
Sirius leaves, but not before calling out, “Be good until then.”

Once he enters the dining hall, he grabs a plate of food and scans the room, looking for people that could do with some company. Spying Shor, a girl who had issues with lashing out at people, Sirius approaches her table and sits down across from her.
Flashing his best smile, he greets, “Hey Shor, how have you been doing?”

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