Chalcanthite noticed the genera's silence and vigilant gaze as they made their way toward their final destination on this trip. The sounds of the youma tickled his senses, they were always likely to inspect or attack at any notice but he had slowly gotten used to their sounds as he had made his own visits down here.
The clearing brought a sense of quietness to the area, the sounds of the youma fading away as their number diminished. He nodded and made a slight noise of confirmation as he followed Faustite's gestures. The building, or better said, a structure that stood before them stuck out against the standard appearance of the Rift.
Chalcanthite reached forward out of habit toward Faustite as he hacked what sounded like his lungs out. "Are you alright?" The concern was there in his voice as he watched even as they continued their sentence with some difficulty after the fit. It sounded much worse now than before but he wasn't exactly sure what he could do to help or what was causing it. It just didn't sound very good for the general who was supposed to be teaching him to drop from what caused the coughing so shortly after their meeting.
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Swallowing, Faustite nodded. "Just some bothersome cough."
The elevator came to a stop in the center of a domed room. The guardrails lowered into the floor, allowing the pair of Generals to step into a room that had been repurposed for Negaverse use: a small training area offered agents the chance to test their weapons against durable dummies, the triage area remained, and a third, newer area was built up where Galvorn's research used to be posted. The board now housed instructions on how to use both functions of the crucible, and the diagrams posted about the space featured picture-only instructions for those who might be like Albite and thought words were too difficult.
As Faustite walked over to the area, a taloned finger poked one of the booklets briefly. "Can take one of these with you. See if they'll teach you how to use the crucible."
That would be its own test, as would be Chalcanthite's ability to ascertain where the crucible lay. It wasn't in the room, and ostensibly, there was nowhere else it could be. If he followed the arrows pasted helpfully on the floor and wall, however, he would find that one part of the wall was an opaque forcefield that allowed entry to Negaverse agents.
Behind it lay a much smaller, circular room that was dimmed but for the light coming through the crucible at its center. Constellations of strange letters danced across the ceiling. Above it was an ornate dagger made of a similar, unearthly material that was perpetually pointed at the top of the crucible and its mounted tray. Beside the strange contraption and mounted to the wall was a plain black slab, much like the many that the pair passed in coming here.
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Chalcanthite watched him worriedly for a moment more after nodding and then returned his attention to the goal ahead. He walked over and picked one of the booklets up while looking at the board that had diagrams posted. He scanned the diagrams and the room, noting the arrows and the fact that it looked empty otherwise. "Out of plain sight, I see, probably for the best to keep stuff out that should not be meddling in here." He walked carefully around, following the arrows and being careful to look for the way in. It didn't take him long to realize he was at a wall that wasn't real. With a nod to Faustite he stepped through the field and into the adjacent room. It was wholly awesome to look at with it's lights and runes that shone across the ceiling.
"This is beautiful..." He was almost speechless as he looked at the setup, it reminded him of the sword of damocles. It was ominous and obviously not the standard tech that had been created over the years here. He saw the screen past the crucible and its setup, it probably was what needed to be interacted with to use the crucible. Stepping forward, he looked over what he could in the pamphlet while waiting for Faustite to catch up. Thoughts of what his own research might bring one day were far away now as this almost magical room had his full curiosity and attention.
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"It's a pain in the a**," Faustite explained as he approached where Chalcanthite now stood. Crossing his arms, he added, "Well? What say you?"
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"I say, it is time to test it out." Chalcathite reached out for his youma and shortly after Voce appeared, landing on his shoulder. "Hello Voce." He offered it a bit of a head scratch in greeting.
"Hello," they responded, using the voice of an agent they had seen recently.
Explaining to his youma the steps that would need to be taken. With a hop and an odd noise, Voce moved to where they were told. Chalcanthtie pulled out his bow and quiver before placing both on the glass tray above the crucible. "Everything will be fine, okay?" He then offered up his energy just as the instructions said and waited to see the thing in action.
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Faustite waited as well. He coughed occasionally, with one fit doubling him over during the crucible process. Seemed this youma trusted its agent well enough to consign itself to a difficult task.
He leaned against the wall as he waited for Chalcanthite to finish up. What the end result would be, he couldn't say; there were so few fusions already that they couldn't possibly predict an outcome yet. There may not even be a pattern, after all.
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The crucible hummed along as it worked with Chalcanthite watching it carefully. There was no doubt that he and his youma had spent a lot of time together since he had first bonded with them. It didn't make the mild anxiety go completely away though.
Turning back, he checked on Faustite. They were coughing again, something was wrong but he didn't know much about those who were only half youma.
While his attention was away from the crucible, the noise stopped and the light faded. Turning back to face it, the tray descended. "Oh, that is... very new to me." Gone was the bow with its arrows, and in its place was a rapier. It was elegant and thin, with blue crystalline rings around where the hilt attached to the blade. They looked just like the crystal wisps that grew from his youma.
Picking it up carefully, he noticed a faint sound from the rings. That would be something to test after he was back in the training area. "I guess it is time for me to learn more melee skills. Everything seems to have worked, General."
A rapier with crystal rings much like his youma's protrusions around the area where the hilt attaches to the blade. These allow for the weapon to resonate and make a ringing sound when hit against a hard object or fighting. The sound can be used either as a distraction to an opponent or his main focus will be using it as a sound beacon much as he uses his youma to make an alert sound for his team when they are in danger. Or, with the resonance it may cause maybe a weapon to be dropped or just slightly able to hold due to it vibrating. Though, the strength and extent of the reverberations to cause a drop of a player's weapon are always up to the player.
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From a bow to a rapier, then. They would have to wait some time to learn what changes came with that rapier, if any. Faustite hadn't heard anything about Aquamarine's weapon having any special abilities, but he didn't keep close contact with the blonde. It may well be that he had no intention of following up with the changes that were made, instead seeing them as the means for other, more important ends.
The weapon emitted a mildly irritating sound when picked up, but Faustite ignored it. The youma was now inside of the weapon, for better or worse, until Chalcanthite decided to separate them. What came of that fusion was up to the General to create.
Begrudgingly, Faustite separated himself from the wall. He felt exhausted, which he assumed had more to do with watching this process and being on edge in the Rift itself than whatever was wrong with him. He beckoned quietly to Chalcanthite to encourage the General to follow him.
"Let's go. Better you get formally trained than develop bad techniques on the training dummies down here." It would be a long trek back to the Citadel, too, and Faustite didn't think he had the energy to sit through someone else's sparring session with a fake enemy, then drag himself back across the Rift after.
All in all, it was more data to add to an incredibly short list.
