Basic Synthesis

[The Architect]

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The Architect was a newer member to the faculty of this nice little academy for gifted people as he liked to call it. Didn't really care for that magic word much. But it was the way of this place so he went with it. His room had been turned into a rather well made black smithy. Now why he would need such things would probably be beyond normal means.

Anyways it was dark, kinda smelled of fresh coals, and dry. Perfect. Now he justed needed students he could stick to a furnace and see how their minds worked. Of course he would need to go over the basics, like not to mix light and dark, or in other words fire and water. Because thats just strange. Of course people call The Architect strange.

"I wonder if they think I am strange. I think I am strange and I am me. Could it be that strange is the way of things? Or are peoples perceptions clouded by the norm of everything else?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Well then...New class.

Those were just about Tristan's thoughts as he walked by the class board and another class caught his eye. Basic Synthesis.... Obviously the first thought in the hunters head was alchemy when he saw that. Without much upon his second thought, a small spark lit up at the end of his left index finger and moments later in a light gray trail of ash:

1. Tristan Knightrhode

And he was off. Full walking speed down the hall, Igneus just sitting on his right shoulder as he always did. Coming upon the class a couple of minutes later, Tristan opened the door to see, what he assumed as such, the teacher. An odd looking man for the simple fact of his apparel, but Tristan had seen stranger so he said nothing. What was notable and seemingly more appropriate to do so, was the fact that the man was talking to himself.

"....the way of things? Or are peoples perceptions clouded by the norm of everything else?"

Tristan had entered quietly enough with a smooth motion of the wrist turning the door knob, so he likely wouldn't be noticed for a second or two when he walked in standing at six foot-four. The extra inch on his already rather lengthy height was due to his boots. As he walked in, Tristan simply nodded to the man and looked around. The place looked like a good old smithy. Albeit, that added to the oddness of the entire situation, but in order to reconstruct or even form things out of thin air by way of magic, one might likely have to be able to do so by hand.

Not seeing any where to sit aside from big ass anvils, Tristan simply stood by a furnace and faced the man with the tattoo under his right eye.

[Robert Gray]

2. Napalm.

Instead of writing his name, Bob burned it lightly into the paper, just barely blackening it with the tip of his finger.

Then he was off down the hall, flying in a shroud of fire, scorching the tops of heads and laughing at people, like he always did. He entered what looked like an old smithy, like the one he had lived next door to for ten years.

He landed, he flames abating, and looked around a bit.

"Great. Stuck with a freakishly tall old guy, and a freak of a teacher? Jesus...why did I ever leave home?"

He sat on one of the big-ass anvils, and waited, pissed off.

He straightened his black jacket, and reached into the pocket of his red jeans, getting a piece of gum. Straightening his gun belt, he ran a hand through his red and black hair, letting out a groan.

"What the fuck is Synthesis, anyway?"

[Shadow Chrestmire]

What do ya Know Tristan Knightroad?

Shadow Chrestmire

Shadow signed his name he had always admired Tristan this made him both excited and uncomfertble because Tristan would be learning what he was learning "Chill Chill you'll be able to defeat him someday" Shadow whispered to himself Once he was in the room the smell of coals and hell the coals did it for Shadow and anthor guy Shadow was wearing his villidge of the sound headband because he didden't own the leaf one. "Hey Tristan" Shadow said as he leaned on the wall. "Hi Ignus"

[Chephros]

Chephros was bored, agitated, and rightly so. He hadn't found anyone to fight in the training grounds, or something that could keep him awake, and thus the past night had caused him to actually sleep. Whenever that little incursion into his past happened, it was never fun. Nightmares were good for him, but he always had dreams, and those freaked the living hell out of him. Quite honestly, it did. He had recently found marks of shock waves hitting the walls. Sleep-magicking? He had never heard of it, but now that he was doing it, it was almost funny.

Anyway.

Walking around campus proved a good way to burn time, and it got him in front of the classroom board. Similar to the mission one, but this one was normally avoided. Classes after demonology didn't sit well with Cheph, and so he took missions instead. It was just....an odd discomfort around teachers now. He couldn't contest their will like he could other students, so he wasn't exactly as comfortable around them. Plus having a demon for a teacher once wasn't a pleasant surprise. All past experiences forthcoming, he should have fought the person on sight. Sighing internally, Chephros looked at the board and found one.

Synthesis.

'Course, being him, he didn't really care to check the other names, he only noticed they were there. His blades were off his arms today, as he didn't want them around if he wasn't going to fight at all, and so he tapped his claw in the center of the fourth line. His pulse, even at low power, cut into the paper directly after the tap, so it ripped the center, and the force stretched that outward. It wasn't exactly strong, but it wasn't weak either. The line was nearly perfect, paper rips in odd ways sometimes, and it worked for him. Now all he had to do was find the place....

It didn't prove to be hard, it wasn't very far away. A short run brought him to his destination, and he entered the smithy, or what was a very good model of one. Having been in a one before, or at least having been brought to one to have blades seared to his arms, he could remember the feel of the room, and this very well reproduced it. Dry, hot, and metallic. In the room, of course, were two people he'd seen before, and two he hadn't. What fun.

"So then, I take it this is Magical Blacksmithing, otherwise known as Synthesis?"

[The Architect]

((OoC: Thats everyone, thank you for playing.))

The Architect clapped his hands together and moved to see his first student enter followed by many after. He was happy to not only have his first class, but his first full class. What fun. The odd little man danced for a second and then decided to answer the question of the last person to enter.

"Aha~! One of my first students is correct, this is magical black smithing, or otherwise said Synthesis. It's nto an easy thing, well for me it is, but I'm different, aren't I? I believe I'm different, but wouldn't it be the students decision on who is or who isn't different, since thats what makes people different?"

He began to ramble as he turned and walked towards a furnace. He would then spin around adjusting his bandanna.

"Alright my students I am the Architect. I will teach you how to construct things with your mind, other than alchemy, if you become strong enough in this, there may even be instances where you will not need materials for such things, only sunlight and will power, but more on that later. This is the basics."

He placed a metal pole over the furnace and moved his hand towards the hole where the air pump was supposed to be to keep the furnace on an overly hot temperature. He spoke loud enough for the students to hear, but it was not needed, as this was the basics, and it would be better if they just used the air pumps. Which where on all 4 of the other furnaces, which where equpped with materials an anvel and hammer, all the essentials. He just knew that info like this would help if they didn't have such essentials.

"Ventus, Validus."

After that a constent wind would blow into the furnace.

"Now then, there are two encantations I will teach you. One is the controle over heat, though small, it is the equivalent of the humans melder. This will melt metal together. Repeat after The Architect."

With that he would hold up his gloved hand and speak.

"Exuro, Habitum, Vegrandis."

There would appear white fire at his index finger. Only large enough to be, but a dot, but still powerful enough to hold metal together.

"This spell will only be this small unless you know your wordology well. But sometimes larger jobs call for bigger things."

But he was losing track of what he wanted.

"This is the project. I want you to make a small knife." He would snap his fingers and a small bronze knife would appear from light in his glove. "Out of bronze. Melt the bronze down, then use your mind to focus shape, toush the bronze on a part that is not hot and focus your magic into it. It will take shape if you concentrate. At each frunace should be one pure bronze bar."

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan soon leaned against the furnace. Where he'd put his shoulder was probably a good few hundred degrees, but to this guy it may as well have been ice. And to the Demon, Chephros, if Tristan wasn't mistaken. The hunter nodded to Shadow and Chephros as they walked in. The other guy he didn't know and barely made eye contact with. When the teacher came over and started talking, Tristan's left eyebrow went up in that ever so characteristic mannerism.

[Wordology huh? Pretty simple then....] He thought as he watched the flames flare up in another furnace. He watched the process with his...sixth sense for a lack of a better term, and saw how it was done on a magical level. It was similar to alchemy, only instead of working on molecules and rearranging them, this was straight up materialization. When the man asked for them to make a bronze knife, Tristan took two steps forward so that he was in front of his furnace, the bronze bar on the anvil in front of him. Instead of using the furnace, he tried the incantation and a large ball that looked like it came off the end of the worlds biggest plasma torch formed in his palm.

"Ok...Little too much power." And he pulled it back, forming a quivering mass that fluctuated between the size of an average steel ball baring and one of those super bouncy ball things. Cutting off the power completely and saving that one for later, Tristan turned his attentions to the bronze bar. He took the gauntlet off his left hand lest he begin to melt it, and used an internal version of the fire punch spell to heat his hand to around a thousand degrees. The lowest melting point of bronze was about nine hundred degrees, so this should suffice to melt down the bar.

He touched the bar and it soon began to loose shape, as he was doing so, he pumped further mana past the heating of his hand and the metal began to shape. Raising his hand up as it took form, the hunter ended up with a rather crude looking combat knife that wasn't very sharp with an extremely basic guard and no detail what so ever on the handle. Fading back the heat, he kept his finger on the blade, pumping mana directly into it, making it keep shape while it cooled to a point where it wouldn't just flop over.

Though dull and crude, it was recognizably a knife, and he was alright with it for a first try, and simply stood, waiting for what ever the teacher was going to say next.

[Chephros]

This teacher was very.....odd. Interesting would likely be a better word, but odd came to mind first, so it stuck. First he clapped, then he danced. There was something....well, hyper about this person. He apparently had a childlike persona mixed in with an adult mind. Of course, then the teacher said Chephros was right. Right based on pure observation? Not exactly a new concept, but at least his instinct was sharpening. 'Course, the self praise in the man's little speech wasn't exactly well hidden. It wasn't needed that it was easy for him, after all he was the teacher. If it wasn't easy, why would he teach it? The difference remarks though...that was just a bit odd.

For instance, he was neither a true student, nor a 'person'. He was an ambassador, and a demon.

However, he knew he was in fact different. The thing that truly proved this was when the teacher spoke his alternate language, Chephros heard it for what it truly was, like he did all languages for some reason. Wind, Strong. That was what the teacher had said. In his mind he translated it to his own language, demonic. Su'aco, Gareth. It was rough, but it worked. He wouldn't try it yet, as he didn't believe he could with his current level of understanding in this type of magic, but he would attempt it later. Noticing the effect on the forge, it was quite obvious that the magic did as was stated. Controlling it exactly though would be a relatively hard problem. He didn't know how to word it on his own, nor what words worked, and what didn't.

The next command. Burn, Hold, Small. In his language, Flamgra, Mir, Inlul. To him though, it wasn't the effect he wanted. He would try Chath, Heeth, Thir'ku. Roughly, Fire, Shape, Change. A changing flame. Not even repeating the teacher, he said his own, and put his hand up in front of him. It was half a foot in front of his chest, and he looked down. His index finger came up, and the lack of tension in any other fingers meant his middle rose as well, and the other curled outward slightly.

[glow=red,2,300]"Chath, Heeth, Thir'ku."[/glow]
On his index finger came a black flame. It rose up two inches, and spread out one. He moved his hand, and found the flame jutted outward from whichever direction his hand moved in. Apparently, from what he gathered, he needed a noun first, then the actions of that noun. That needed to be tested though. Clenching his hand inward, the fire died and he turned to his own forge. Like Tristan, the fire was nothing, he didn't even feel ice from it. It was just...air. He had no spells to change the fire, so he worked the bellows with his tail. The thing was strong enough to easily push them down when it wasn't extended, and so he simply placed the bronze bar in and waited.

When it glowed red, he pulled it out plainly with his bare, scaled, hand, and set it on the anvil. He didn't need the anvil, but the flat surface would probably help him. Again he said the words, but this time it was with known confidence that it would work. The black flame came on his finger tip again and it ran along the bar. The thing shifted and reformed as the flame ran on it. Not knowing he what he was doing, Chephros simply let the flame go on each part of the bar until it was finished. His imagination took hold and changed it into a small double bladed knife.

The blade was almost five inches long, the hilt taking the rest. His hand fit easily around it without space left. The top and bottom of the hilt both had fang like edges curling inward towards the middle that gripped his hand and kept it in place. Both sides of the knife were serrated and four inches down, there were barbs, so if the knife was stuck in, twisted, and ripped out, a good portion of flesh would come with it. His mind was altered to combat almost purely, and so the knife was made for just that. He would likely keep it with him in case he used it, as it would be much easier to hide than his blades.

[Robert Gray]

Following the directions of the weirdo with the tattoo, Bob tried his damndest to make a knife. His mind wandered as he did so, and since he haddn't eaten breakfast, he was thinking of food.

Burgers....mmmm.....BBQ burgers......home made. Suddenly, the "Knife" began to take shape.

"What...the......FUCK?"

A large, bronze cheeseburger was in Bob's hand.

He was baffled. Why had he screwed up? He was just forming a freaking KNIFE! His mind had wandered, yeah....but....it was just a simple project. His mind raced. How would he salvage THIS piece of CRAP?

"Alright....what the hell....."

(OOC: Short. Sorry.)

[Shadow Chrestmire]

Shadow wasen't concentrateing on the knife he wanted to make, he was concentrateing on the worst flashback he had so far and at the worst time.

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"Mommy, I'm home.................Mommy" Shadow looked around the house mostly downstairs the house wasen't very big so the two rooms didden't take long to look around. Heading upstairs he felt like teaseing someone (he coulden't remember who it was) he blew on a horn, it always made this infant girl cry but just for a second or two.

But oddly she wasen't crying she was always awake at this time, but Shadow found her room in a mess this wasen't normal. His mom always ended up cleaning before Shadow got home he then saw an infant body wraped in blankets coverd in blood the rock-a-bye-baby song was still playing "NO!" Shadow noticed there was so much blood he ran to tell his mom that she was dead (well so he thought but that's a different story.) Thats when it happened.


He heard his mom scream then he saw someone holding a knife the man was dressed like a clown Shadow never got a look at his face just his knife the handle was so scary to him that the mere image of it began to huant him. As if it were part of a cartoon where the face is laughing and getting closer to the screen.

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"SHIT!" Shadow yelled as he saw the exact knife the murder was holding. He looked at Tristan then the other boy (Bob) then Chephros then the Arcitect. The blade itself was perfect and stuff in fact Shadow would have been proud of himself it was only the handle that spooked him the most. It was almost as if it was looking straght at him and saying I'm going to get you. Shadow swore he heard that outloud.

"Uh other then my little outburst of fear there did anyone hear something?" "Never mind,er sorry." he said then he imanged a different kind of knife it was a perfect combat knife The kind Leon used in Resident Evil 2

OoC:I'm just full of surprises eh?