06-04-2018, 02:37 PM
Walking around it was starting to become a little late, the night time sky had rolled in while he was enjoying his time with Marisa and even having something nice to drink. Which he was still surprised that something like sake was actually a thing, or could even be made out of rice of all things. Probably opening up a bunch of things to him to try out or even make, but by no means would he aim to become some kind of brew master but he did enjoy the taste of alcohol. Still a little flustered as he would sit down in an open field, flowers being around him and what not, the sparkling of stars would begin to dot the open blank space above.
Normally by now he would want to got to bed, maybe to get some rest for when the tournament would begin, however he would also think about what he could do in the mean time, like maybe practice? Or work out? Or even just inspect his weapon. He didn’t know what he could maybe do to help his chances of not dying, he had no real plan besides be defensive and if need be attack if he was in danger or found an opening. But he’d wait to see what happened with the tournament when it would start, for now he focused on a small game plan and more so just watching streaks move across space.
This made him wonder if this realm was just more than a planet, that if they explored the stars they would go and see what was around them. Not that he had a space ship in mind, but their was plenty of people here that could probably warp to locations far from their purview, but this was just his mind still coping with being a little buzzed. Eventually though he’d begin to calm down once his mind started to feel a lot less foggy, even taking out a note pad to put down how he felt and what he was experiencing. Which oddly enough he did that for most poisons or diseases, he’d ingest it, let it take its course and before he died he’d simply heal himself so that he wouldn’t. Then finally he’d ensure that he write down everything, that way he could better cure the virus or poison in general, adding what ever the cure was to his weapon via enhancements and things of that nature.
So his main goal here was research, to see if he could find things he couldn’t cure normally, well…’normally’ shouldn’t be the word for it, more so what he couldn’t cure with his special magic sword. “Sake seems to have an odd sensation on the body, leading to an intoxicated feeling of warmth that makes the brain work a bit slower. Or at least that's what I felt, over all the sensation is a deep warmth, its enjoyable but more research should be made before I make more definitive judgement on the substance. This shall be something I’ll look into later on after this tournament is over, for the time being ingesting too much should be avoided as I worry it might leave me in a constant state of indulgence. Which doesn’t sound bad but if it is toxic I’d rather not be poisoned by it or gain an addiction.”
With his writing done he would look over to his weapon, slinging off his sword from his back as he placed it in front of himself he would thumb over the handle. He would unsheathe it for a moment, the blade looked fairly normal, nothing different about it at all besides it looked like a typical broad sword. The hilt was wrapped in leather and had a stainless steel appearance over all, as he thumbed his finger along the face of the blade he caused small ‘sigils’ to pop up, similar to runes. They were numerous but over all they seemed to be collected in front of him as they pulled off the sword and floated a few feet from his face.
Using his own magic from where he was from he could see them, they showed what was basically implanted in his own sword, showing the effects but only if you could read the language. After cutting his finger he began feeling a lot less joy filled and warm. Which sucked, but shaking off the prospect of drinking more he’d simply begin streaking his finger along the sword now, writing a new rune to add too it. Surely the weapon was still a sword, made to kill people, but it was so focused on repairing damage and healing others that it was starting to become less of a weapon and more like a clerics staff, which for what he was writing was the first thing that would at least be semi-offensive ever.
But it wasn’t for himself, or at least he didn’t plan on making it for himself, his plan was to make it for the soul use of aiding his companions, which he had no combat oriented companions yet but given how the omniverse worked that wouldn’t be very long before it would eventually happen. Minutes would pass and eventually he would be done, surely he’d need to test it out now, which would be as simple as meditating and letting it rest in his lap. Feeling energy channel into the weapon before vanishing soon after, at least this part worked, for the next part he’d need to entrust that he wrote his spell correctly, so when he had a partner he would figure out if it was.
Eventually he’d place it away, not needing to draw it again till he would be in the proceeding fights, looking up at the sky and enjoying the star shower while sitting in a field.
Normally by now he would want to got to bed, maybe to get some rest for when the tournament would begin, however he would also think about what he could do in the mean time, like maybe practice? Or work out? Or even just inspect his weapon. He didn’t know what he could maybe do to help his chances of not dying, he had no real plan besides be defensive and if need be attack if he was in danger or found an opening. But he’d wait to see what happened with the tournament when it would start, for now he focused on a small game plan and more so just watching streaks move across space.
This made him wonder if this realm was just more than a planet, that if they explored the stars they would go and see what was around them. Not that he had a space ship in mind, but their was plenty of people here that could probably warp to locations far from their purview, but this was just his mind still coping with being a little buzzed. Eventually though he’d begin to calm down once his mind started to feel a lot less foggy, even taking out a note pad to put down how he felt and what he was experiencing. Which oddly enough he did that for most poisons or diseases, he’d ingest it, let it take its course and before he died he’d simply heal himself so that he wouldn’t. Then finally he’d ensure that he write down everything, that way he could better cure the virus or poison in general, adding what ever the cure was to his weapon via enhancements and things of that nature.
So his main goal here was research, to see if he could find things he couldn’t cure normally, well…’normally’ shouldn’t be the word for it, more so what he couldn’t cure with his special magic sword. “Sake seems to have an odd sensation on the body, leading to an intoxicated feeling of warmth that makes the brain work a bit slower. Or at least that's what I felt, over all the sensation is a deep warmth, its enjoyable but more research should be made before I make more definitive judgement on the substance. This shall be something I’ll look into later on after this tournament is over, for the time being ingesting too much should be avoided as I worry it might leave me in a constant state of indulgence. Which doesn’t sound bad but if it is toxic I’d rather not be poisoned by it or gain an addiction.”
With his writing done he would look over to his weapon, slinging off his sword from his back as he placed it in front of himself he would thumb over the handle. He would unsheathe it for a moment, the blade looked fairly normal, nothing different about it at all besides it looked like a typical broad sword. The hilt was wrapped in leather and had a stainless steel appearance over all, as he thumbed his finger along the face of the blade he caused small ‘sigils’ to pop up, similar to runes. They were numerous but over all they seemed to be collected in front of him as they pulled off the sword and floated a few feet from his face.
Using his own magic from where he was from he could see them, they showed what was basically implanted in his own sword, showing the effects but only if you could read the language. After cutting his finger he began feeling a lot less joy filled and warm. Which sucked, but shaking off the prospect of drinking more he’d simply begin streaking his finger along the sword now, writing a new rune to add too it. Surely the weapon was still a sword, made to kill people, but it was so focused on repairing damage and healing others that it was starting to become less of a weapon and more like a clerics staff, which for what he was writing was the first thing that would at least be semi-offensive ever.
But it wasn’t for himself, or at least he didn’t plan on making it for himself, his plan was to make it for the soul use of aiding his companions, which he had no combat oriented companions yet but given how the omniverse worked that wouldn’t be very long before it would eventually happen. Minutes would pass and eventually he would be done, surely he’d need to test it out now, which would be as simple as meditating and letting it rest in his lap. Feeling energy channel into the weapon before vanishing soon after, at least this part worked, for the next part he’d need to entrust that he wrote his spell correctly, so when he had a partner he would figure out if it was.
Eventually he’d place it away, not needing to draw it again till he would be in the proceeding fights, looking up at the sky and enjoying the star shower while sitting in a field.
Quote:Sitting in a field, watching the sky, relaxing