02-23-2018, 09:04 PM
Shantotto paused for a moment when she realize she had the shiny orb of malleable energy in her pocket. She drew it out and proceeded to study it, her light brown eyes surveying every shift of color and every change in shape. The substance seemed akin to how clay functioned allowing the sculptor to shape it to his every whim. This was a true opportunity to learn the true limits of the Arcane Arts and something that Shantotto what experiment on in great detail. The more she studied it, the more she was intrigued by it.
The next course of action would be to learn how to transfer her magic abilities from vanadiel to the Nexus. As she studied it she found an almost engram hidden in her subconscious, studying that gave her reason to believe that she would be able to recreate an old favorite of hers, the ancient spell”freeze”. The concept was simple enough create a vacuum, introduce shards of ice that rotate around creating a small maelstrom. And then flash freeze anything caught inside.
She drew upon the power granted to her by the orb of malleable light, where she took time to Target a small area in the white flooring to attempt to bring forth her magic. As she focused she saw the Maelstrom forming and lo and behold it exploded violently freezing the floor. Going back looking for more of the engrams such as the one she had just drawn upon, she was cross to find there were none. Still the being that called himself Omni had stated that her orb of omnilium would allow her to recreate the Spells regardless. Instead she turned her attention once more to the orb and try to summon a journal slowly a journal took forum in front of her, shining brightly with light from the omnilium.
Once it was finished, Shantotto cracked open the leather bound book, a small quill and inkwell nestled hidden in it’s cover. She removed the quill ,dipped the reddish gold quill into the ink and began to scribble. The notes were clearly not written to be readable. The notes, written in a coded language she had developed, we're easily decodable by someone of similar intelligence. Tho it was more a fove of habit to write in such a way. These notes merely detailed her plans on developing and adapting the magics of her universe to the way and workings of what she was told was the omniverse.
Closing the book she focused on the book and its size got small enough to fit on the inner pocket of her robe.
Shantotto paused, taking a moment to explore the robes she wore, the linen fabric layered with rich silks was lacking power, at least the same powers that the relic armor once held back on Vanadiel, while not a problem she knew the robes, and her stardust rod, we're instrumental in increasing her powers to the levels of a good. The loss of such power was almost welcome. “Ohohohoho” she laughed aloud as she considered the situation. To one such as her this was an example to show those that had always said she was powerful only due to her lineage.
To the fools who believe power is only wrought by blood….I shalt prove their brains be not more than a spud.” She said aloud. Each person or thing walking nearby her stopped to stare at the short woman who was standing in the middle of the all white nexus, talking to herself.
“Weirdo”
“Coocoo”
“Nutcase”
The words were but a blunt edge doing nothing to the Doctor who had spent the majority of her life fighting for the likes of such people. No even in such a place, and with little renown, this place was secretly a blessing, one that she hoped to take advantage of to the fullest.
The next course of action would be to learn how to transfer her magic abilities from vanadiel to the Nexus. As she studied it she found an almost engram hidden in her subconscious, studying that gave her reason to believe that she would be able to recreate an old favorite of hers, the ancient spell”freeze”. The concept was simple enough create a vacuum, introduce shards of ice that rotate around creating a small maelstrom. And then flash freeze anything caught inside.
She drew upon the power granted to her by the orb of malleable light, where she took time to Target a small area in the white flooring to attempt to bring forth her magic. As she focused she saw the Maelstrom forming and lo and behold it exploded violently freezing the floor. Going back looking for more of the engrams such as the one she had just drawn upon, she was cross to find there were none. Still the being that called himself Omni had stated that her orb of omnilium would allow her to recreate the Spells regardless. Instead she turned her attention once more to the orb and try to summon a journal slowly a journal took forum in front of her, shining brightly with light from the omnilium.
Once it was finished, Shantotto cracked open the leather bound book, a small quill and inkwell nestled hidden in it’s cover. She removed the quill ,dipped the reddish gold quill into the ink and began to scribble. The notes were clearly not written to be readable. The notes, written in a coded language she had developed, we're easily decodable by someone of similar intelligence. Tho it was more a fove of habit to write in such a way. These notes merely detailed her plans on developing and adapting the magics of her universe to the way and workings of what she was told was the omniverse.
Closing the book she focused on the book and its size got small enough to fit on the inner pocket of her robe.
Shantotto paused, taking a moment to explore the robes she wore, the linen fabric layered with rich silks was lacking power, at least the same powers that the relic armor once held back on Vanadiel, while not a problem she knew the robes, and her stardust rod, we're instrumental in increasing her powers to the levels of a good. The loss of such power was almost welcome. “Ohohohoho” she laughed aloud as she considered the situation. To one such as her this was an example to show those that had always said she was powerful only due to her lineage.
To the fools who believe power is only wrought by blood….I shalt prove their brains be not more than a spud.” She said aloud. Each person or thing walking nearby her stopped to stare at the short woman who was standing in the middle of the all white nexus, talking to herself.
“Weirdo”
“Coocoo”
“Nutcase”
The words were but a blunt edge doing nothing to the Doctor who had spent the majority of her life fighting for the likes of such people. No even in such a place, and with little renown, this place was secretly a blessing, one that she hoped to take advantage of to the fullest.