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The Master artificer narrowed his eyes at Deitric for a moment before letting out a long sigh and turning back to the image. With a few sweeps of his stylus the pale green options were removed entirely with a few grunts from the man. He quickly fell silent as he began to make long sweeping arcs with the stylus with furious motions that left the light blazing in the air. After a few brief moments Deitric was looking at a neon mirror of himself with the minor addition of the armor about his torso and one tomahawk in each hand. For a short time the neon mirror would mimic his motions and could be rotated in any of the three dimensions by Torment at will.

Was he a smith or a bloody tailor?

He nodded once.

He nodded a second time.

And for good measure he nodded again.

With a single clap of his hands the neon mirror slipped his hands down around the hafts and jogged off towards the back. Torment nodded to Deitric, "Good, now get out. We will discuss terms of payment upon delivery." He paused only for a moment to see if Deitric had anything worthy of note to say before he'd leave for the back to follow after the coruscating facsimile.

The Master Artificer began by selecting the required base components from his many shelves and even more from his many drawers in the back. Two rather blade looking wedges of a strange silvery metal, a leather breastplate, what looked like metal sculptures of grass, and other assorted materials. His first step began with laying out all the materials and matching components in his mind to the neon mirror.

((I'm sorry, to anyone and everyone with items waiting to be finished please consider them completed and delivered. I am currently unable to be on as much as I had hoped as my professors have decided to not adhere to the final exam schedule as set forth by UNLV administration. I had hoped to have everything done in this past week and the one forthcoming but this will unfortunately not be happening.))

The store is deathly still. Even near the front door the air barely seems to move as Omi ushers his way inside. His voice seems to die only mere yards from his lips as though the very air had died and was unwilling to yield to his presence. Tension all around became tangible; the walls began closing in and the lights dimmed as though the building itself was ready to eject him. The stifling atmosphere, the constricting walls, the maddening silence, the numbing cold...

"Stop."

It was a single word and all at once the world seemed to expand into infinity as the vice tightening upon Omi was released. The Master Artificer stood at the doorway to his Aegis, his sanctuary, eyes burning into Omi's soul. Between his fingers danced a streamer of light which actually seemed to be a pen scribing lines of light upon the air. A few steps inward and following behind him came a disk of azure light supporting a pile of crates and materials which seemed impossibly large.

Snatching his pen from the nest of ethereal lines of light it was blazing upon the air he flicked towards the back and a stream of energy zipped down the aisle. As the platform continued on he turned his attention to his customer, "I was unaware I had left the door unlocked. My apologies. It can be rather defensive against even the kindest entrants. What is it we can do for you this fine day?"

The Master Artificer paused and flicked his wrist once again to shift the pen of light within his hand. A flourish leaves a trail of light which slowly begins to fade as he holds it against a point in the air and leaves it still for a moment. Drawing it back he seems to have left a small square and with another flourish he drags one corner down and expands it into a floating arcane whiteboard of sorts. A few small gestures and two images of steel bars materialized upon the surface whereby they immediately began to shift and change. After only a moment a bland looking blade and a metal shirt took shape with no definite dimensions or true detail.

He stood with his arms crossed, "This does not seem to be anything of worth, if that is all you wanted. I am quite sure I have something without dimensions or qualities on my shelves or in the back room. If you'd like something specific I'd need to know. I'd assume you will provide more of a challenge than my recent fare?"

The faintly tinted sclera of his eyes shifted from the lightest blue to a chaotic storm of deep ceruleans with veins of violet power running across the surface. Even before Omi could begin the Master Artificer had shifted his grip upon the Spiritual Stylus once more so that he gripped it with a purpose, readied for the oncoming tide. He turned away from his client to face the board and with a quick sweep the ethereal projection expanded into a floor length mirror of sorts with the vaguest hint of Omi's reflection upon the surface. His ears twitched and the entire building seemed to tense up as the Aegis itself awaited the description to come.

With every word came the flicker of lights and the sound of hammers already set upon the anvil though the sound itself came not from the rear of the shop but from the board and the Artificer before it. Each quick stroke of the stylus expanded and shifted the components on the board. First he set the armor upon the image of Omi and corrected it to his physical specification. From there he drew out lines down the arms which broke away into faintly shimmering gauntlets. Another quick stroke and the shoulders of the armor rose up as if in protest and began to expand under the ministrations of the mystical 'smith.

He worked furiously as the details began to stream forth from his newest client, drawing a line off to the side to create a second board perpendicular to the first where the gauntlets were increased in size tenfold. He seemed to be adjusting them on such a precise scale that they would be nearly molded to Barsait as a second skin. The knuckled were raised with what looked to be teeth, molars to be precise, protruding from whatever material the concept sketches seemed to indicate. A few quick lines were scrawled upon the diagrams to indicate some form of enchantment to be laid upon them but the symbols and language used was unfamiliar.

It is said that the pen is mightier than the sword, and when the Master Artificer set his stylus back upon the main board this became quite evident as a mere stroke seemed to obliterate the lade into dozens of fragments. A quick flick of the wrist and each were dragged upwards to yet another new board that built itself directly above the intensely focused young man. He drew out what seemed to be a strange core and laid the fragments of the blade upon it. Aside from dotted lines upon the schematics it seemed as though the breaks in the blade were to remain but go unnoticed. Sweeping lines erected the slightly curved blade and carried the edge down past a hazy cross guard to a hilt that flared out with what looked to be an axe head. He furiously worked at scribing out powerful lines for a sheathe with heavy reinforcement evident along the shaft. He paused only for a half moment to consider the guard and encircled the blade with what seemed to be a halo before he streaking out with what looked to be intertwined steel cables at the end of the blade in a rather nasty looking tassel.

He stared at it for a moment and decided to return once the man had finished his description in order to review the details the client had missed. Bringing his gaze down the Artificer flicked the armor over to a fourth ghostly board and began making adjustments. A mere flick of the wrist and the plain metal curled away into hundreds if not thousands of tiny metal links. At first the pauldrons seemed rather plain but another quick flick of his wrist and a chunk of the mirror shattered and broke away. Settling into his hands like a tablet he began scrawling upon it with extreme speed such that it became a mass of light and spiritual energy.

The tablet was quickly forgotten as the finalist continued on, clattering to the floor as though it were solid but not actually breaking as one might expect from the crystalline sound it made. Streams of technical specifications began to scroll down beside the armor as the suit split into an upper portion with several modular sections so that the arms could be cut off above the shoulder, at the middle of the upper arm, and include the entire length of the arm with mystical links available to the gauntlets to resonate energy between them. The lower half was similarly designed but had only two modes wherein it could act like a skirt of sorts or full leggings. From the looks of it the base state was the full two pieces, where the scribbles to the sides indicated command thoughts which could detach the otherwise solid chain.

He gave Omi a single glance as he displayed the symbol before he quickly glanced back to his scribbles and then to the floor where a fifth and final plane of ghostly light extended. Sketches of the symbol were made and notes were taken with the additions copying themselves and moving to the required locations such that the fifth surface could fade away. He heard nothing about the gold as he scribbled out a few more lines on the tablet, which had levitated up to his hand with just a flick of the wrist. Instead of writing upon the front he was now writing upon the back though whatever he was writing seemed to either be erasing itself immediately or not actually being scribed in the first place.

When he finally stopped it happened all at once and it felt as though the entire shop had been traveling at high speed and suddenly slammed into an immovable object. Trinkets all throughout the store shuddered and precariously stacked objects tumbled to the ground. Silence once again fell upon the store and those intense blue-violet eyes looked upon Barsait once more. His posture slowly became more relaxed and he stood to his full height, letting out a long slow breath as the Spiritual Stylus floated beside him with a stream of tinted blue smoke rising from the tip. His eyes lightened to a nearly human shade as he finally regained his composure, "Aside from resisting heat is there anything more you want of the blade? Would you like it to actually spit flame? Perhaps some more mechanical augmentations? Currently it is set up so that the blade might extend along a central core for cleaning and maintenance while still being able to seal into a single cohesive blade. Perhaps a sort of bladed whip? I know I would not like to have a bladed whip wrapped around my neck when the owner decided to retract it into a sword form."

Without waiting he shuffled to the side and gestured to the box of sorts he had built, "Better yet, step inside my parlor." He set a hand upon the side of the panel which held the designs for his gauntlets, "Remove any weapons and armor you have about your person, so that this demonstration will not be cluttered with excess materials." A twitch of his eye and down the aisle a man with blue hair could be seen standing in the shadows among the materials Torment had brought in. The materials were now on the ground and the disk was returning, supposedly to hold anything Omi was going to part with for the moment.