Day 60: Sun Room (Third Shift)

[lovecrafty]

> Rose: Be the magic girl

You are the magic girl. It's you. Except that she could not be the magic girl she was looking for, since she was already herself, also magic, albeit reluctantly. Sometimes. When she wasn't so busy doing ridiculously cool things with magic that she didn't stop to think about the part where the world ended and the

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[lovecrafty]

Grew up with? That would make things easier. Rose had been born to her magic; she knew that now, after what she'd seen, but she still was a babe in arms. Or, to be more precise and less diminutive, a babe newly armed.

"Our power comes primarily from our weapons." She was wrong about that, but it was a misperception she had been carefully groomed towards. For a Seer, she had a lot of those. "We can combine items in an alchemiter to produce new combinations. I was just about to get started." After her little semi-involuntary nap -- involuntary on the main timeline, self-induced on the dead one. But that had been stymied by an unwelcome cutaway to one Landel's Institute, location as of yet unknown.

"We also gain power with experience. Right now, the only one of us who can do more than a stiff breeze or a campfire is Strider. He can move through time." She hadn't seen a limit on the duration, except for the fact that he was stacking dead Daves up like cordwood for a pyrrhic victory. "I don't think anyone else has any kind of power. Not that there's enough cases to make a true determination. There's only a handful of people left."

Her mom, John's dad, Dave's brother. Jade's hellhound. And the trolls, who knew volumes and were handing it out in rancid dribbles.

[bodhiandspirit]

Weapons? Those hadn't been mentioned until now. Rita made a note of it. Even if everything Rose was saying sounded absolutely crazy, it didn't sound like she was making it up. It was better to record the information than to lose it.

By 'a handful of people left', Rita had to assume she meant after the world ended. Which still seemed hard to believe by itself, partly for its vagueness, and partly for the extraordinary claim of 'creating a new universe'. But maybe there were some points Rita could try to wring a few more details out of.

"Could this alchemiter be related to the field of alchemy?" she asked, flipping through her notes to find a few short sentences on the subject. "I've only heard a little about it, but the two sound similar, in both name and application." It was a shame Leon wasn't around so that she could ask him about his own alchemy research. If there was a relation, he would have surely been able to identify and define it.

[lovecrafty]

"That would be a logical conclusion. The only one, in fact." It was one of the few things with an obvious purpose from the beginning. Helpful, given that totem lathe and cruxtruder had obvious etymological origins but less clear uses.

"It is used to combine things in vaguely sensical but physically unlikely ways, which is entirely appropriate for that ancient artscience." She shrugged. "But it produces sweet loot."

Not that she was at all bitter that she'd seemingly missed her chance for an alchemization festival of her own. John had had all the fun, and she was stuck with a malfunctioning sylladex and basic household tools.

"Does alchemy work on your world?"