(Closed) Octeuril Catch All
Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Octeuril
Where: Various locations in Aefenglom and the Wilde.
What: Quests, event threads, domestic undertakings, and general gallivanting about.
Warnings: None yet!
Feel free to drop me a line @ the October CR and Plotting Post if you're interested in threading and would like to work out details for a starter. DM works just as well, too! o9
When: Octeuril
Where: Various locations in Aefenglom and the Wilde.
What: Quests, event threads, domestic undertakings, and general gallivanting about.
Warnings: None yet!
Feel free to drop me a line @ the October CR and Plotting Post if you're interested in threading and would like to work out details for a starter. DM works just as well, too! o9

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Problem is, nothing I've come across could take the full brunt of the magic offered by an unbonded Witch. It'd have to be a big ol' monster, like the beast of a motorbike I've got back home, to withstand the amount of energy I've got to offer.
[ Pity, that Sokie hadn't the chance to glimpse the aforementioned motorbike before their sojourn in Venice had come to an end. But ah well—Asura, he's let that go in the here and now. Sokie's with him, and that's enough. ]
And while building a bike would be real fucking fun, that still isn't a feasible solution. [ Even if he's going to start collecting parts for such an endeavor, now that the idea's occurred to him. Who wants to be stuck with boats as their primary means of travel? Certainly not him! ] The stored Glamour could always be used as a later date. If you sink something into a magitech appliance, then it's used and gone for good, no different than if you expelled the magic yourself in a storm of evocation.
[ Just as he'd done only moments ago. He might've accidentally crisped up more than just the potted plant and left scorch-marks out in the yard. Whoops. ]
Guess there's no real way out of this shit predicament, huh? You either Bond, or you explode.
[ And look there, Asura's mimicking an explosion with a gesture of his hands, talons wiggling in the air to mimic pieces of glittering confetti, falling to the ground below. ]
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[She does look intrigued, even excited at the idea of a motorbike. Riding on a hog, how exciting!]
I mean, you could get a familiar, but then Tink would get mad at you. And we can't afford suppressants, or to still them.
[She considered, tapping her remaining Apple against her hand. Then:]
Making weapons, defenses, and little makeup and helpers for our monster friends wouldn't be a terrible idea though.
Go completely old school rpg on them, though...Maybe try to make a small profit? So I can make an instant pot for pot roasts and French toast and such?