Thread: The Arcanist (me and torridsoul)

OOC Sorry for the slow reply had a bunch of stuff to do today and forgot all about the thread for the whole day. Nah, we just play for the hell of it nothing at stake. It's a way to pass the time. It didn't take as long to get back home as I thought. Guess it was one of those days where the flow of traffic happens to go your way. When she asked about her parents, I smiled. Don't worry they called yesterday and said they wouldn't come round today. Just as well they didn't the wards are still up. Every mage always tries to set up wards around their home to keep unwanted guests out. Sometimes it's because they can't afford or don't want to bother with a normal security system, others are just a bit more aware of the possibility of people stealing their research. I'm kind of a halfway point we weren't able to afford a normal alarm system and since my mother's the regional commander of the Watchers a sort-of arcane police force who work to keep magic from being public knowledge, there's a chance that powerful magi with a grudge against her could use me to get to her. A slim possibility, but not one I want to overlook. The wards on our house would give anyone attempting to break in a mild electrical shock while creating a barrier of kinetic energy around the door or window they were trying to get in through, sealing it completely. And if someone did manage to get past the wards, they'd have one more obstacle. Grabbing our bags out of the backseat, I headed in and called out to our last line of defence. Bast, we're back. Switch the air-con on, would you? As I spoke, the panther-like homunculus faded into visibility and padded over to the cabinet I kept the air-con in. About the size of a large dog, Bast was a mechanical construct my father gave us as a house warming present. His skin looked like liquid metal but it was actually microscopically-fine chainmail that only a mage skilled in reshaping matter could create well... until nanotechnology gets far enough to do the same, at least and a pair of green crystals for eyes. He was built as a defensive combat homunculus if anyone was able to break in past the wards, then they'd have to deal with a large, metal panther with razor-sharp teeth and claws, human intelligence, feline hunting instincts and the ability to turn invisible at-will those of you who know of my father's work now see why he charges so much you get what you pay for. Most of the time though, he just lounged around the house like a particularly lazy cat to the point where I've been tempted to rename him Garfield the only thing stopping me was his lack of a digestive system... or any other form of internal organ. He opened the cabinet and hit one of the buttons on the brass casing of the air-con unit which was only about the size of a portable DVD player and the house immediately cooled down to a nice, comfortable 23 Celsius that's about 73 Farenheit, by the way. Thank god for that, I sighed as the house cooled, I'll try and sort out a treat for you, Bast. The construct moved one of his hind legs, as though scratching his side. Fine I'll look into that hip joint for you. I swear, it's only been a month since it last started jamming up, might need to get Dad to take a look at you. He padded back to his spot next to the couch without another gesture or sound. Bloody feline arrogance gets what he wants and then doesn't pay another lick of attention to you. So, anyone at school wish you a happy birthday? Any hordes of well-wishers crowding you in the halls?