"Alright... One more and I'm done." I remark, letting out a hefty huff of air as I mind the path I've been working on thus far. The piping is up for the most part, and it's fine everywhere else. Just one more spike to put in and then bend. Frankly, I'm lucky to not have a single shattered piece of iron or whatever.
Moving onto the next spot, I quickly spin back around to grab the last spike. Reaching the spot, I crouch down and heave the pipe fully up, minding its fragility for the sake of my mind's peace. Though I'm eyeballing most things, I'll find out soon enough if I messed up anywhere.
The spike scratches at the mountain, giving it a nice and dusty white scar. I line the tip on the spot, giving it a gentle knock to provide me more stability. Putting the pipe against my chest and smushing up against the rock, I tap away. The spike enters the mountain, bit by bit and a ringing song to go with it.
I step back and take the pipe up properly, laying it on the spike with gentle care. Then, I contradict myself and bend the spike up and around. Making it as much a lock as it is a support for the pipe. Another huff escapes me and I move away, walking to the front of the observatory as I double check my claw.
Unwrapping the bandages slightly, I'm delighted to find I won't be using them as they're intended to be used. A smile splits my mouth wide, and I follow the extensive cable network I've been working on as well. All the way to the ending nozzle and the control console, I was able to rig up. Nothing complicated, just a quick on and off button. Just enough for me to get this magic out into the air.
I stop. And stare. I keep staring. Staring, staring with no real thoughts-
"Where is that notetablet?" I ask myself, wandering off as a jittery sensation keeps me moving even as I'm largely still. One claw goes across the table, bouncing between its three digits while the other actually searches. Things rustle and fall, banging against the ground in all their unique ways. Everything but the one thing I'm looking for.
It comes up to my eyes, and I double check everything. My eyes shift towards the contraption, and I can't help but gulp. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. I'm just... I'm just... Frustrated is the word, I suppose.
I want it and need it to work. But this isn't enough. I'm barely getting stronger even if it seems like I've grown a lot. Damn this bloody magicless mountain resort!
"Guess there's only one way to find out..." I click, moving over to the console and giving it the press it needs. Nothing seems to happen, but given time, the piping rattles away. My senses go ahead of me, and I feel the magic cascade on down. A slight oddity about it all as the piping hardly stops the machine from trying to take the magic back.
Gods above, it really does refuse to just let magic go on out and about, doesn't it? Almost like it's missing a core component of its whole design. A tool that should be used but we just don't have. Whatever it is, I've not read about anything like it in the instruction books and tablets.
"It's going to blow. It's going to blow." I repeat and repeat, tempting myself with a sing songy voice. The magic hisses into the open, barely reacting as it has nothing to satiate itself with. The levels grow, instantly. What is here is too much for the surrounding areas.
I press the off switch and, irony as my witness, my vision lights up. My mask comes up and I try to breathe in what I am supposed to be putting into my body, anyway. The flash fire dissipates, and I look around, minding the mess it's blown up. Magic erupts like fire in a low-to-none environment, but it doesn't behave like fire. More like a proper explosive.
Though, I can't quite figure out what is and isn't the power of the Wind-Mountain and what isn't. I take my hat off and scratch my head, heading back towards the observatory door to double check everything. The only damage appears to be by the observatory, which is... Good. Yeah, that's a pretty good thing.
"Guess I just need to be prepared for the magic to reach me. Mmm..." I go, double checking my notes as my main ideas for the moment fill up my brain. Treat it like the fire it is. That's the first thing on the checklist. Problem is, how in All-That-Remains do I...? Guess I just need to think about the design of a gas burner and project a spell like that...?
My head starts to shake.
"No... No... That would just blow the area up, too. Unless I need to work my way through the explosion...?" I ponder, pushing the button once again to kick the machine into motion. With magic already in the piping, it comes to me far quicker. The density of the magic in the air now making it all less volatile as a whole.
My claw hooks around the piping, the other one holding it stable. I focus on the mental image I want and do my best to make a construct of some use right now. I've made hooks, claws, railways, the lot. Yet, somehow, a simple valve has me worried...
"Oh, Motrtha, please give me a hand if you can." I say to my pearly bracelet from the Goddess of Mothers.
My chitters grow in intensity, my nervousness clear to my audience of none. The magic shoots past and I get my magic just right. However, as I do so, I feel the pipe strain. It forces me to loose the valve from a simple flame-like aperture to a whole fireplace of the stuff. I lean away slightly, staring into the pseudo-flame as it cackles away.
The crisp scent of fresh air coming off of it as it somewhat stabilises. The magic in the area is getting denser, however, the machine's influence is just as much at work. I slip my mask up and shift around, adjusting my grip and just lodging the pipe against my mouth. The flash fires stop, and I can certainly feel the magic filling me up...
"I think I'm going to be sick." I remark, throwing myself away from the end of the pipe. I break out into a fit of coughs, hacking away as what feels like alcohol burn goes through me. At least I know the magic is getting inside of me the proper way... But, I can't handle this. I can't be handling something like this.
Just force-feeding myself magic like that, it'll no doubt kill me.
"And a moment to clear my head." I say, pushing the button once again and huffing as my notetablet comes to my palms. I look it all over again, pacing about as I suffer the strangest bout of indigestion I've ever had. One burp and then two. Even three and more.
It keeps on going, the wind magic in my body properly adjusting as much as it is trying to escape. I knock against my chest, easing what I can out into the open while my mind just sticks to the basics. Just swallowing it ain't good enough, it won't work. Well, it will... Just not the right way.
My tongue clicks and then I blow a hefty breath as I watch the machine's influence work. I could possibly smash the parts about here, right? No, that would cause too many problems for Morgihranur. I need magic, but blatant vandalism is hardly the way to do it right now. Not for current me, anyway.
"Need to funnel it... Need to funnel it all... Pfft." I mutter, going back to the machine and setting aside my notes. A long thought makes its noise in my mouth, and I click the button. The magic comes back my way, and I let it hose the area. Reaching out with my magic as it begins to settle into the air, I power through the fires.
It seems to settle well around my spell. The comfort as much a need to focus around it as the lack of magic around is an excuse to flood out and about. However, this is hardly an invigorating process. It's gathering around a spell, not me...
"Guess we can change that easily." I say, letting the spell retract and realign itself against my head. The magic in the air heads towards me, bashing against me in a far safer way than before. Simple breaths are all it takes for the magic to fill out my system and make me comfortable with what it can do for me.
Yet, it's all a very boring process and for as much is going to me. The machine is taking more away. It's hunting for me as much as it is trying to scrub the air to a clinical sense of cleanliness. My brow furrows, and I push the button to let everything get back to normal, and I sit away from the machine in an offset chair. One foot taps away, and I make sure everything bit of magic about me is inside of me, at least, what I can manage.
I look at my scarred palm and watch it build up a quick spell orb. I'm definitely getting stronger, that's for certain. So many senses about my person are coming back and I've never felt so healthy for a while. Yet, I'm still starved of what I really should be. But, I guess this is really all I can do? Just wait around and let my body build up.
At the very least, today has the flash fires somewhat under control. Much better than before and the piping seems to be holding up. I suppose the main problem is I just need to let the machine run. The Ancient Jhermonikra device will drain what it can, but, everything here will become saturated in the right way. However, if the machine can't keep up and the flash fires grow out of control, then...
"Mmm... Well, I am perfectly in line with the stop button and a point of..." I let out, eyeing the observatory's namesake bits. I hop up, heading on over to them and setting it all aside. One claw plays with the equipment, and I think I've found the- Yep, that's the controls for turning the building.
The unused machinery chugs along, shifting about on gears, ball-bearings and who knows what else. It comes to a stop, the view now clear as clear can be and as open as ever. All the way to the Crack in the Sky. An awfully well-placed spot on the far end of the mountain resort.
I pop my eye to and away from the scope and turn back to my machine. I guess so long as I have a clear view of the sky around me, I can gauge how out of control the magic might be getting. But, then I need to get a custom-made extension to the scope. Something that just... Solves the problem of being blinded by the fires.
"Or, maybe I just wait for the flash fires to die out so I can laze around the scope...?" I ask myself, heading back to my switch machine to once again get to work. Whatever shaking nerves I still have, I can't feel them as much. All this exploding magic has singed them senseless, and I just have to...
Push the button.
"Here we go, again." I let out, doing just that and letting the magic flow back into the observatory. I suppose things are going alright for the moment, Morgihranur hasn't at all been here to pester me. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough if something explodes back in the machine's main room.
Now, now...
"I bloody wait, I guess." I huff, barely able to see a thing before the magic 'ignites' the air again with its vicious want to destroy. But, at the same time, there's an odd comfort to such power. I guess it's because stuff like this is what... Well, made me... Me.