Post by anton on Apr 6, 2016 23:10:25 GMT
It had finally happened!
After being practically thrown to the wolves by the higher ups during missions he was finally getting the recognition he deserved. Well at least, his papers were getting through and he his request to be able to set up his own private workshop was granted. No longer his room needed to smell like burnt things, glue or chicken entrails. He'd finally have the room and the space to perform his own experiments, in particular he could further test out his reward. The Formal Wear that had been crafted out of a divine javelin, Vel. He hadn't been assigned to any more missions so, Anton had taken the chance to sit back and relax, while also experiment with the amazing powers of his new tool.
He had an amazing compatibility with his Vel Mod, due to his circuits being optimal for Revisions and Attunements. And in his spare time he had learned to properly shift his form. Sure he hadn't worked out a way to circumvent the issue of mass, but at least he knew how to alter form. With time and experimentation, Anton was confident that his magecraft would greatly benefit from this treasure. If he did, he'd be the talk of the talk in the Clock Tower! At least if he ever managed to become a member...
Though there was a time limitation to his capacity for transformation, Anton had studied enough and gotten a feel for his consumption of his magical energy in these states, that in an un-magus like attitude, Anton was getting a bit overly reliant on it. Ignoring a core principle of Magecraft...
Anton was at the moment in the shape of a Gorilla, not a big one since he couldn't change the mass, so more accurately, he was in the shape of a juvenile looking Gorilla. This Gorilla, was carrying boxes with equipment that to a normal man would be unmanageable and would require at least a cart. But with this form and the greater strength it had, he managed just fine carrying the boxes.
The content of the boxes, well the ones that had their lids open showed to be have tubes, textbooks, IKEA objects (such as tables, chairs) while others had more Magi appropriate objects, as well as an unreasonable amount of chalk packages and candles.
So a Gorilla was in the middle of Chaldea, moving stack of boxes from the hallway into a vacant room.
After being practically thrown to the wolves by the higher ups during missions he was finally getting the recognition he deserved. Well at least, his papers were getting through and he his request to be able to set up his own private workshop was granted. No longer his room needed to smell like burnt things, glue or chicken entrails. He'd finally have the room and the space to perform his own experiments, in particular he could further test out his reward. The Formal Wear that had been crafted out of a divine javelin, Vel. He hadn't been assigned to any more missions so, Anton had taken the chance to sit back and relax, while also experiment with the amazing powers of his new tool.
He had an amazing compatibility with his Vel Mod, due to his circuits being optimal for Revisions and Attunements. And in his spare time he had learned to properly shift his form. Sure he hadn't worked out a way to circumvent the issue of mass, but at least he knew how to alter form. With time and experimentation, Anton was confident that his magecraft would greatly benefit from this treasure. If he did, he'd be the talk of the talk in the Clock Tower! At least if he ever managed to become a member...
Though there was a time limitation to his capacity for transformation, Anton had studied enough and gotten a feel for his consumption of his magical energy in these states, that in an un-magus like attitude, Anton was getting a bit overly reliant on it. Ignoring a core principle of Magecraft...
Anton was at the moment in the shape of a Gorilla, not a big one since he couldn't change the mass, so more accurately, he was in the shape of a juvenile looking Gorilla. This Gorilla, was carrying boxes with equipment that to a normal man would be unmanageable and would require at least a cart. But with this form and the greater strength it had, he managed just fine carrying the boxes.
The content of the boxes, well the ones that had their lids open showed to be have tubes, textbooks, IKEA objects (such as tables, chairs) while others had more Magi appropriate objects, as well as an unreasonable amount of chalk packages and candles.
So a Gorilla was in the middle of Chaldea, moving stack of boxes from the hallway into a vacant room.
Atlas was bored. And when Atlas was bored, she got ideas. Her ideas were never good, as it almost always ended up being "antagonize some poor son of a bitch." Sure enough, she had found a poor son of a bitch to antagonize. One of the Masters no doubt, unless Chaldea had somehow managed to get a trained gorilla working. And really, if they had one of those, then the place was far worse off than Atlas thought. For a moment, she dreaded that possibility, because deep down in her heart she knew that this place was incompetent as hell. But she figured that she could find out whether it was a Master or an actual gorilla.