The Holy Order Roleplay

[Mir]

Miriam shakes her head again, she kneels down, drawing a diagram in the sand.

"This isn't some Bruce Campbell movie. The physics of a chainsaw sword simply wouldn't work. You'd need a massive blade in order to compensate for the gas tank's weight. Otherwise, you'd have a sword you'd have to support in the center with a hand, like a chainsaw. If you wield too short a blade, you'd be back-heavy, and the weapon would be useless, even at the tip where-in the laws of kinetics say the blade would be moving at the greatest speed. If you have too large a blade, you would have sufficent wieght to produce the desired effect, but the fuel sump would probably run dry moving so much metal. A weapon of such a sort is truely still fantasy, unless you could get Leucian to task someone to enchant the weapon during the creation process to suit the needs. But then, I would fear I would find myself in a conundrum as soon as the mage and the tech got together, keeping them from disagreeing violently could prove difficult."

Miriam points to her diagram, not only the calculations but also a half-way decent image indicating the meaning of the formulas.

"Now, if you attached a kinetic field to the sword, such as I use with barriers on Neukerl, you could possibly invert it into a destructive force. Then you would need a much more convient-sized weapon, and lighter to acheive the proposed ideal outcome. Of course, this could back-fire easily as well. Even though I use kinetic energy in my own weaponry, kinetics become stronger the further distance traveled, so the more the weapon is swung the stronger the field becomes, it could eventually destroy the sword itself. Kinetic energy never truely goes away, even when something is still, it is moving on the atomic level, and that produces kinetic energy, enough of it prior to the ceasation of movement, would create enough latent energy to destroy the weapon when it stops, and possibly the wielder. Nevermind the implications if you miss or touch yourself with the blade."

Miriam looks up to Alisa, "I didn't lose you anywhere in that did i?"

[Alisa Zolner]

Ears twitched as she listened to it; A part of her was certain that Miriam was trying to make her head spin, but she managed to keep it together, arms crossing over her chest as watched the diagram come together and listened about as best as she could to the explanation...

"... That just makes me wonder how you'd manage to harness kinetic energy into that shape to begin with," she answered. "... But it doesn't sound like either idea would cotton too well unless I could find a fuel-source that doesn't burn out very quickly. I think you guys have a word for that sort of thing - Unobtainium or something like that. Well, something like that's gotta exist somewhere..."

[Mir]

Miriam nods, surprised slightly at how well the swordswoman was keeping up.

"Forming the energy into a shape is easy. It's all about controlling the motions of the atoms. Atoms are magnetic. At the simplest level, you can control the form of kinetic energy at a molecular level with simple kitchen magnets. In the level I harness the energy in my Neukerl armors, it requires a significantly more complex form of magnetism, something along the lines of an electro-magnet. See, Neukerl is powered at a semi-nuclear state, this creates enough magnetism to control vast quanties of kinetic energy, and the path the electricity flows forces the energy to rotate in the manner it does, forming the ball of energy you've undoubtly seen fired, or to create the barrier used for defense."

The doctor begins sketching in the sand once more, this time an elaborate drawing of her torn apart armor, kept under a lock and key so tighter that only Ordermasters and her own Elite subordinates are even allowed to view the doorway to the unit. Then she begins the diagram of the powersource, housed in a wholly different part of the complex.


"In the case of this suit, designed for use against a foe too powerful to defeat conventionally, such as a betraying Golden Hand, or even that Vampire . . . There is a differant powersource, designed with the help of Doctor Greene, this item is unique in that it is magical in nature and power, but created by technology. It provides the near limitless power needed to make this suit function and be able to harness energy on the level it does. A smaller version of this is simple to make with Leucian's help, and would serve the purposes you would need to harness a kinetic field in a line narrowed out enough to cut metal. I've been experimenting with this already, in order to stream-line the Exarch project left to me, a smaller, more agile kinetic weapon would be prefered for the purposes."

She looks up once more to Alisa, "As for a fuel source, you don't need one. Once you get the energy moving it expodentially increases the further distance travelled. You only need a way to control the movement."

[Alisa Zolner]

She filtered out the first bit of Mir's response. She knew right away that it wasn't going to make sense to her. However, the power-source that Mir soon began to speak of - something Greene had worked on - and the mention of the Exarch project soon had her attention. "... Oh. You're the new head of R-and-D, aren't you?" She asked, just to be entirely sure.

[Mir]

Miriam blinks a little bit ans stands from her sketchs.

"Ah, yes. I forgot, most people here probably do not know my face, since I've spent the last year and a half moving and dellinating my functions between here and my off-site laboratory. I am Doctor Miriam Traugott, biological nano-technology, nuclear chemistry and particle physics, I am taking over as Co-head of the Order of the Scroll, unfortunantly filling the void Doctor Greene left with his death."

[Alisa Zolner]

"Mm..."

She paused for a moment. They'd lost a lot of good people lately, hadn't they...? Angelus was really just the most recent. Despite her thoughts and her doubts and her fears, she knew that men like Angelus and Arcanjelo were good. It was like being in the presence of a boddhisatva.

It made it that much more bitter that they were gone, simply because they'd wanted to protect this world.

"... Yeah," she said, after what seemed like an uncomfortable pause. "... Alisa Zolner," she returned. Her faint accent suddenly seemed more identifiable as she gave her name, though she expected the woman knew who she was to some degree. "... Knight-Lord of the Sword."

[Mir]

Miriam nods softly, "I have heard of you, and I am pleased to meet you Miss Zolner."

[Alisa Zolner]

"Seems like we'll need to know eachother. For now, I've been putting off the paperwork. I'll talk to you again another time."

And with that, she left.

[Valkyrie Gauge]

Mirima the Forgiven

"Nothing in particular really. Just trying to get used to the place." She said, shrugging.

"Nice to meet you, regardless," the girl replied. "Have to go. If I don't get practice in, I'll get rusty." She took off towards the sword barracks again, bringing Ramiel out. The long scythe/axe delicately formed in her hand of energy, crystallizing just as Lazarus came into view. She would have acknowledged him, but Ramiel was already out in her hand and ready. The dummies that had been set up were a wreck, so she stepped onto the training ground, tactically swinging at the air, leaping up, then swinging down, displacing the ground in a straight line.

[Lyra Lillith-Palatine]

She disappeared through that door then, quiet footsteps just barely sending echoes down the corridor that was silent as death, beginning to be lit by lights that flickered to life as she entered, glancing left and right now and then at the alcoves, within each was an item deemed too dangerous to even be used or categorized by the mages, meaning most were dark or demonic artefacts, and had been sealed away by the clerics, or those with golden chains wrapped around them, she recognized her father's handywork.

Reaching the crossroads, she looked to the left, seeing the alcove she wanted at the end of the branch, and began walking that way. Halting at the arch, she looked into the small box-like room. There it was, a large ornate stone pedestal that came up to waist height, upon which sat a gauntlet, forged from a dark silverish-black metal with a red gem at its centre, it was tied down to the pedestal with the same golden chains that some of the other items had, these coiling around the plinth before attaching to bolts on the floor.

Tentatively she approached, what little light was within the room reflected from the metallic surfaces, and casting a gleaming reflection across those heterochromatic eyes. Behind the pedestal, a flickering figure appeared, the shadowed figure of a child, and the spirit inhabitant of the gauntlet.

"Lyra, you came to see me again, I thought you'd forgotten me."

Not answering, she removed her coat, throwing it aside as she got closer again, reaching out towards it.

"I've come to do more than visiting you, I need your power.

I can't do this myself!"

Thrusting her right hand into the gauntlet, he began pulling on it, focusing blacklight through her left palm as she placed it upon the chains, beginning to break up the crystalline structure of the orichalkos, though this began giving control back to the metal of the gauntlet, as the spirit cried out.

"No! It's dangerous!"

The metal of the gauntlet began twisting as the first chain severed, and pure black spikes drove their way into her forearm, causing blood to well to the edges of the glove, and preventing her arm from slipping free, though she gritted her teeth and continued. More of the chains snapped as the room began to be filled with a dark glow from the blacklight, and the next moment her hand was raised high, blood running down her arm in miniature rivers as tendrils of dark metal followed, winding their way around her arm and over her shoulder, snaking their way across her torso.

"You're finally free Sigae, now lets go."

Minuites later she had sealed the archives and returned to ground level, stepping out into the courtyard, wearing a gleaming suit of armour, perfectly fitted to her form.

[Lucifers Ice]

Loki soon woke from his sleep, looking around, he walked to the closet, thinking about what to wear. He tilted his head, he knew he had about fourteen full outfits which all of course mixed and matched. He took out one that was different than the rest, more because it was pants instead of a skirt. He placed those on, they being pretty much skin tight and made of leather. The top was a bit different as well, black leather, but there was a keyhole at the chest, and if Loki had any actual cleavage, the top would have shown it off. He placed this on, this being pretty skin tight too, there being no sleeves but a silver ring that was at the throat with what was almost a collar around his neck. On his arms were a pair of sleeves that started at his upper arm, down to where they came to a ring, which fit on his middle digit on either paw. He looked at himself before taking out a pair of shoes, four inches in height on the heel, and made of pure onyx, save for the leather straps. They showed off much of his hind paws as he wore them, carefully buckling them around his ankle. He then went to the dresser, taking out his makeup, his lipstick today a dark blood red, and the shadow was in blacks and silvers, as well as the black eyeliner and silver mascara. When he was done, he took out a black leather pouch, tying that to his one side, as he tied his combat claws on his back. He smiled a bit, only to replace his headband with a black one, the silver hoops now lining his ears. He then walked out of the room and downstairs, out to the courtyards, noting the sparring arena, which he remembered well. He smiled lightly, feeling the sun on his own fur.

[Mir]

Miriam nods as Alisa leaves. She turns from the training grounds as Elizabeth arrives, passing a nod as she makes her way off, heading back towards the Tower of the Scroll.

Paperwork . . . I would rather be putting off paperwork than putting off research time. I have studies to field, and developments to make . . . that I have been procrastinating upon. But of course, that is why I have subordinants. A short smiel passed the woman's lips as she looked upon the Tower, looking upwards at the mage's area, her eyes stopping on Leucian's office for a moment.

"Leave the mages to the heights . . . It's definently not the place to conduct research in a sterile enviroment."

She opened the door to the tower as she stepped through the passage way, heading down the hall, and down the stairs, enroute to her own office.

[Nathaniel Palatine]

Nathaniel followed shortly after, books still in arm as he entered her office just moments after she did, and approached the nearest empty desk, dropping them down onto it.

"We have a problem."

[Mir]

Miriam blinks, as she is abruptly brushed past, and a pile of books are dumped on the nearest desk . . . The only desk being her own. A desk which creaked lightly under the weight of yet more books, piled onto the pile already there.

Her office was strange, far from what one would expect. There are no beakers, nothing lablike in the office. In fact it looks much more like a law office, books everywhere, literally. Books laying on the floor, in bookcases, on other books . . . The only thing without books on it, would be two of the four chairs in the office, on of those chairs being her own, and the other a comfy chair for her guests.

Doctor Traugott shut the door behind her, locking it, a clear sign that she was behind closed doors with someone and not to intrude. She motioned for the other chair, sitting before her desk, not a cleared one, but at least it only had two volumes on particle physics sitting on it, "Please, sit."

The doctor moved around her desk, hanging her briefcase on a coatrack, followed by her labcoat, discarding her gloves, revealing her spaghetti strap beneath, as well as the lines and markings resembling a circuit board on her shoulders and the silver patchs on her arms, her right arm completely shod in metal, revelations to her early work on nano-tech grafting . . . Defunct peices of machinery attached to her body, that serve no purpose anymore, but rather she's been to lazy to remove as the newest grafts simply meld over it.

The woman slips into her own chair, looking across to Nathaniel as she sets her glasses on top of a volume on nano-tech, a volume that reads, 'Nano-technology and healing, the future of grafting, by Dr. M. Traugott PhD, MD.' Hetrochromatic eyes gazing on Nate with little pleasure in them at the abrupt meeting.

"What is enough of a problem to barge into my office in such a manner without hardly an introduction?"

She waves a hand slightly, fending off the need for the introduction, knowing full well who has found her, not many know where she's hidden herself away at for an office, only the Ordermasters, and those with a need-to-know, most not needing to know. And even though they've only met in passing when she accepted her position, she still recognized the rather recognizable Master of the Hunt.

[Nathaniel Palatine]

"I'm sorry, But yes.

Nathaniel by the way."

Heading over to the seat, he lifted the two books aside and placed them wherever he could find a space, before seating himself comfortably, then reaching out to grab the top book from the pile and holding it up.

"Have you had much time to read over my father's works?"

The book he held in his hand was an interesting volume, centring around a character in Angelus' past who not many had known of. Wishmaster had preferred it that way, manipulating others to his ends, and keeping his own hands figuratively clean, though this book detailed all of Angelus' knowledge of him, both first hand and everything else he could garner.

"He never wrote exactly what it could do in these books, the archmages are the only ones with written records, but these still mention the gem, and just what Wishmaster could do with it in his hands.

The problem we have is father never took it off, it was on him when he fought Vlad, and now it could be anywhere"