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proof of concept

I used Kai's climber mech's instructions to buld takanuva to see how it would look

How would you get over that, knowing that you actually worked as a couple in another life. That you got married. That someone destroys themself for you

Do you think we love each other in every Universe turns to Do you think we get a happy ending in one?

I kinda like the POC I had made earlier and came up with some narrative ideas for later chapters.

So I wrote the chapter 2, it's just a rough draft, and follows the still untitled story from the last post..

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Maya clung to trunk after trunk like a serpent slithering through a forest, undetected still, her goal? To study the main root system of the Great Banyan tree.

The woody maze was indeed a spectacle under the lush green light through its hazy green canopy crown... Finding the main trunk of the Great Banyan was to be a challenge. the 250 year old behemoth slumbered, indifferent to Maya, its myriads of thick Arial root growth all around had made the single tree look like a lush forest instead... The chirping of birds, the racing squirrels, foraging for the Banyan's fig... the ambiance didn't betray the history of the ecosystem built around the massive tree system.

But Maya was no slouch, she had come even more prepared by fusing with the beast essence that brought the lightning quick reflexes of the black bengal cat to her epigenetic suggestion.

Maya wasn't gonna look around blind for her goal, the restricted area was heavily guarded by the faction of the tiger... Little did they know the bread crum trail of guards is exactly what will lead Maya to the heart of the behemoth.

A shadow flickered behind her, it was Rundra, "Maya wake up", Maya heard Rundra's whisper behind her...

"This was not the time you idiot! you will alert the guards!", she whispered looking back at him.

"Maya look! you finally manifested arcane fire!!!", Rundra's voice finally reached Maya. The snot bubble burst, and she was awake... the excitement that she had manifested cool shit really did grab her attention all the way from a dream, huh... Typical Maya, Rundra shook his head

"Waa... Huh?", Maya yawned wide, still a bit drowsy from the rumbling of all the carriages they had hitch hiked the night before... She knew they were still a day away from Yana.

"Finally woke up huh? Sleepy head... The carriage owner is about to fall asleep waiting for us to get down so that he can go his path", Rundra shook Maya again by her shoulder.

Maya swore Rundra shook her just to annoy her this time... "You think it is funny? Huh! 'Maya! You did done arcane fire!', beating a dead horse are we now?", So she pushed him, jumping outside the carriage, as they started wrestling abruptly. The performance was... very... Peculiar.

The two waved the carriage owner bye, as they decided to find some water and food in the nearby settlement.

Dusk had started to break. The silvery yellow pouring onto the horizon, a gentle warmth, whispering to one the veil of the night has been lifted.

"Aren't you worried about your admission interview, Maya?", Rundra asked like the worry warrent the big fluffy dog of a man was... But Maya sighed nonetheless. Her odds at bagging the admission scholarship wasn't looking good.

The Creed of Thought offered a sponsorship for all, a dorm to stay and sanctioned a amount of fixed credits every month for 8 months, for any new beginner student, whose synergy between their Soul Trait and Enlightenment spark was found to be of interest to the Creed... Ofcourse there were other perks too, but if Maya ever wanted to brood over anything, it was going to be over material gain...

"I will figure something out...", Maya looked down before looking back up at Rundra as they walked, "I bet you are going to be sailing smooth yourself! Mr. Indifferent Vigor?!"

Ofcourse Rundra was going to amaze his assigned interviewer simply because he had the soul trait, 'Vigor', and the enlightenment spark, 'path of indifference'... Maya wasn't too jealous but it would be a lie to say she wasn't...

Maya bumped into Rundra on purpose, pushing him with her shoulder, before running off. Rundra smiled before chasing after her... Maya wasn't going to be down no matter what circumstances she stumbled into... The very serpentine gremlin energy called greed made her never worry... Instead she always aimed to make the best of the situation... She was going to be fine. Well, fine enough after Rundra shows her that he's not be messed with! Rundra ran after Maya. As the small settlement drew closer.

The small agricultural settlement was serene, as the farmers worked the tea fields before the morning dew dried up. The clay huts that lined the steppe farms were small and ergonomic. With coconut leaves for its roof.

Maya and Rundra stepped in front of the sign that advertised a vendor's hut. The tall woman stepped out in a loose black blouse and a cotton skirt... Rundra blushed and turn away. Maya knew Rundra blush wasn't related to the stew simmering back in the vendor's hut...

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Rundra slinged his travelling sack on his back, they were stocked for all necessary resources for the days hitch hiking.

Maya cocooned out of the tall grass she was hidden by, gripping what seemed to be the deep purple of frost deadnettle vines... Rundra wasn't surprised at the development... Maya always made a point to forage any wild over growth if she was around.

"We aren't in the orphanage anymore Maya... Whom are you gonna trade that with? The warden who gave you a candy in exchange for the mint is all the way back from where we started!", Rundra teased Maya about her sweet tooth.

"Shut up Rundra! I am going to use the herb's scent... as a relaxant, okay? I should refine my soul form with the whispers of the void... I need to find an interesting synergy if I am to prepare for the scholarship interview", Maya said, easing her breath quickly, "the mint will help me align my neural signalling with void easier... You know about the torturous pace of my enlightenment spark is right? And the shaking of the many carriages we rode didn't help either"

"Ya, ya, lets get going then, the road is starting to get busy", Rundra said pointing to the traffic on the road, a day of hitch hiking awaited them.

"Lets go then", Maya's travelling sack was already hanging from her shoulder when she stepped ahead of Rundra.

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Maya quid chewed the mint alongside another dried herb from her travelling sash... The retronasal scent helped Maya focus on aligning her neural signalling with the void... She was refining her soul form, a practise Soul Spiritualist performed to refine their manifestation and unlock more synergies.

But the sudden halt of the carriage threw her off balance, she immediately gripped Rundra's shoulder who sat on the diagonal extreme in the small carriage.

The commotion on the road made itself heard, without needing any attention... A quarrel among the traffic on the path... Both sighed, the road seemed blocked for now so both got out from the carriage they were riding, curiosity calling them.

A surprisingly sharp looking man, no older than Rundra seemingly, but shorter than Rundra by about a head length and darker of skin, was quarreling with the owner of a fancy looking carriage... The man wore a white shirt and lilac trouser... and From the sound of the commotion, the man and the carriage owned were arguing over the fare for travel.

"look! I will pay you in Creed credits later, I promise, I am running short on coins right now! And we just have another half a day of travel!", the man argued.

"but I do not trade in Creed's credits young man! I am not from Yana to even use the currency you offer me", replied the carriage owner.

It was now clear that the man was a student at the Creed of Thoughts, Maya immediately smelled opportunity and knew she had to help the man.

Maya reached the scene of the argument, Rundra following just behind her, "Hey! We couldn't help but overhear the conversation", Maya spoke, Rundra wasn't sure what Maya had in mind. Maya turned to the man directly, "are you a student at the creed of thought? Mr..."

"you can drop the honorifics, my name is Mārtand", the Man replied, "Yes, I am a student at The Creed", Mārtand replied to Maya, turning over to meet the carriage owner, "I would also add that I am a distinguished scholar at the Creed too"

"but, young man, why would I care about your status within the creed? I am not going to accept a trade in Creed's credit", The owner replied.

"I can pay in coin on your behalf!", Maya offered to Mārtand, "I am Maya, I am a prospective Soul Spiritualist making me way to Yana, I can pay in coin now for you and you could pay back with Credit when we are in Yana!"

Rundra questioned if Maya had to coins to pay off the fancy looking carriage's fee, but he remained quite for now...

"done.", said Mārtand, "Yana's Market exchange should be currently valued at 2 credits for each 3 coins. I am short of 30 coins, so that will be 20 credits that I would owe you"

Randra could feel Maya gesturing to contribute to the exchange, he still wasn't sure what Maya had in mind but he followed suit. Both of them foraged their pockets to add up to the necessary amount of 30 coins.

"there!", Maya said as she handed over the coins to Mārtand, "how would I find you once I am in Yana? Mārtand?"

Mārtand revealed a black card from his pocket, "show this to any vendor in Yana, they will be atleast able to point you in the general direction of me... I will also be on the look out for a student names Maya if you aren't able to find me by tomorrow evening. All right?"

Maya took the unassuming black card, "all right!".

And with that, the journey continued as the traffic started moving again.

>bored from indulging in the deeper ends of the magic system I am making

>Why not experiment with something more simpler?

>make a rough new system and wrote a POC around it.

>Reread just for fun... It follows a hard magic system...

Fuck...

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Welp, here's what I wrote... If you are reading anything below this point then know that I wank a lot of words. You are warned.

Oh and it's intended to be the first chapter of sorts...

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Maya closed the old worn tomb on her lap, 'Basics of herb mixing' - Soul Herbologist, Stevle. Maya sighed... Not at exhausting the last book from the tiny orphanage library... Maybe a bit from the endless puns the author sneaked into the entire lexicon... but more at the boring enlightenment spark she had finally observed last night... Maya stood up to return the book, It was a short way to the library, just a flight of stairs above from her room infact.

Maya walked the wooden creeks of her corridor, that she had haunted like a greedy serpentine gremlin for all of her whole 16 years of life, she had lived in the orphanage... She passed the wooden board from which she often took jobs... Or more specifically the various jobs that she would come to find specialization in... ofcourse! All due to the also boring soul trait she had... which she had proudly isolated when she was 12 years old! But as soon as Maya had done scanning through all available documentation of her soul trait in the measly library and the warden's head... Words could not define how bummed out she was...

Maya's soul trait was... 'trait-less', a simple soul trait, she cursed her own internal language for the trait-lessness of her soul... Her greed for cool shit had seeped into all of the neural netwoking she had aquired in her life... If everything she learns becomes clearly defined and outlined by study... Her venomous fantasy was never satiated... She had fimiliarised herself with every label she was acquainted with... Defining all words that helped one simulate the world in a more comminucatable objective fashion... It wasn't surprising that her neural network was quirkless... Why would her soul trait be anything other than... Trait-less.

Soul traits are what allows soul spiritualists to manifest metaphysical arcane abilities into reality. Every being has one... It's an emergent behaviour inherent to all intelligent beings.

Simpler soul traits form because the wielders inherently have less bias in their language... Therefore making scientific methodology a very synergetic life path the practitioner walked on.

But Maya? She had the simplest... The simplest in all of Permutation the universe allowed... And the same? was her undoing. Maya was never going to have a manifestable arcane ability due to the trait-lessness of her soul... Let alone the cool shit she always dreamed about...

It was a long way to the library, Maya recalled the many jobs she took from the board. It was necessary for everyone who had isolated their soul trait in the orphanage, to contribute to the orphanage.

But that wasn't why Maya took those many jobs... It was either to keep her pockets flowing... or otherwise to indulge in her never-ending quest to find and possibly unlock cool shit... She collected rare herbs, she had once helped a craftsman to make the design blueprint model of his soul puppet more ergonomic, despite her extremely limited expertise in the subject... She even helped a zoologist identify a specific hare he wanted to study! that could hop for a larger distance because it had a unique epigenetic expression... Sad and truly boring old times... But Maya smirked nonetheless... It was fun.

Maya turned the book in, to the librarian's trained hands, waving her a final, still smug, sayonara. She had already packed her things, which wasn't much to begin with... All practical stuff for travelling and some tools she knew would need, the small marsh green travel sack waited outside the warden's room.

Maya walked into the warden's room. The warden eyed her through his old dotting glasses, oddly sharp for the otherwise wrinkled skin behind it. "hmm... hmm... Are you sure about this dear Maya?", Zanish asked, The old bag of bones clutching her letter, that advocated that the holder has isolated their soul trait and has observed an enlightenment spark, everything needed to persue soul spiritualism.

"Why... Why Creed of Thought?”, the old warden asked, knowing that unorthodox academy was a hassle, for all its students.

Maya smirked, "Yes, Mr. Zanish", she replied. "I am certain that it is the best for me... You know me already, don't you?", she said with thick pretentious posh oozing from her tongue.

Zanish nodded, "yes yes... another hustler added to the Labrinth of hustling, They will let you in... It's not like they stop anyone anyway."

Maya giggled at the old man's habit of repeating the first word of his speech... She wasn't sure if she would miss him, but... it was always fun whenever she was caught sneaking out of her room after the 14th out of 16 fractions of the day.

Zanish signed the document hesitantly, Creed of Thoughts was an academy that didn't teach... Atleast in term of orthodox education... They merely traded resources for information. All promising soul spiritualists would trade by showcasing their, any and all, acquired synergy between their soul trait and enlightenment spark... for credits. Credits that the Creed awarded for getting to document that emergent synergetic behaviour showcased, they would award more for any questions they ask, ofcourse.

And it is these credits that were used to exchange resources, that the Creed traded. Money, textbooks, research material, arcane tools, a lecture on a topic of interest, physical demonstration, beast essence, usage of the many workshops and its facilities, herbs and much more! You name it! For the right credit? They trade it! Some even got a chance to enter the whispy archive of dreams, just for a limited period ofcourse.

It didn't matter that the Creed was originally formed by a malevolent faction... Their system for education was fair, that is all that mattered. The begrudging Benevolent Factions never got any excuse to scrutinise them... For the academy itself wasn't making any combat force for itself like every other faction was...

But the biggest problem for Maya, in Zanish's perspective, was that she had observed the Whispers of the Void as her enlightenment spark... The slowest of all enlightenment sparks.

Enlightenment spark is a signal observed by a being in their neural circuitry... The specific conditions that triggered the spark, basically a matching of a neural signal to a perfected contradiction-less neural circuitry called 'enlightenment', was unknown...

Enlightenment spark serves to shape and therefore dictate the how's and why's of one's soul trait is manifested... And the whispers of the void? It had a torturous pace... It requires one to align their neural signalling with the Void itself... The now aligned signals would become the Void's whispers... The whispers broke chunks out of one's soul form and then worked as a solvent to glue the pieces in any Permutation... Repeat the process to ad nauseum, and the soul gets granular and granular each iteration... Basically making one's soul, clay like... which can be molded in any manner...

What this enlightenment spark gave in versatility of manifesting one's soul trait... It also came with the drag of refinement and the inevitable analysis paralysis of doing actual intelligent design without a fixed end shape... The Whispers of the void was well documented! It allowed for a better accuracy of manifestations but it brought nothing unique the other myriad enlightenment sparks synergising with the various soul traits brought.

Zanish also knew Maya's soul trait was traitless... and knowing that brought him the burden of knowledge that Maya wasn't going to manifest anything metaphysical, Period. For there had been no recorded metaphysical arcane abilities acquired by a trait less soul spiritualist, except ofcourse... They were precise with whatever they did.

Precision and efficiency of a trait less soul... Accuracy and versatility from the whispers of the void... That is all Maya had... Oh and also that smug annoying want for the 'cool shit' she had always claimed she was gonna manifest, ringing in the old man's ears since the age her innocence turned into greed... Zanish sighed... The probability of having both a traitless soul and the Whispers of the void enlightenment spark must be the last plack fraction away from zero... For this Permutation has never been documented in all of his old wisdom... No known example for Maya to follow...

Zanish handed the letter to Maya, "here... here... you better don't disappoint me, lad. Or... Or I am gonna punish you next for never breaking any rules this time around", Maya knew he meant that as a challenge, to find an actual manifestable metaphysical arcane ability out of her hand of cards.

Maya pulled her eyelid down and taunted with her tongue out, bleah. Even if this is a good bye, she wasn't not going to be a brat.

Maya took her small travel sack, now resting on her shoulder, as she set off to Yana, where the Mystical Labyrinth of the Creed of Thought slumbered.

The Creed of Thought was carved into the heart of a literal giant, a stone monolith otherwise. Dreaming in its grey granite mass. What made the stone mountain move? all slow in the plains of Yana... going nowhere... No one knew...

Maya caught up to her friend, Rundra. A fluffy dog for a man, tall and lean, yet built like a rectangle, warm yet rigid as the earth beneath him... they were from the same orphanage... Rundra was also a promising soul spiritualists... his soul trait was 'vigor', it gave him irrational will power and a slightly accelerated self healing capacity due to an unique epigenetic expression... he also had glimpsed the enlightenment spark, 'path of indifference'... Maya never figured out why the synergy bummed him... it sounded cool as shit! 'Indifferent Vigor!', A famous previous wielder of both had manifested Weapon Egos into all her blades... its path never bargained with anyone! but Rundra doesn't seem very excited about it...

Maya thinks Rundra decided to start academy because of her... but why did he choose Creed of Thought too? Little did she know it was Zanish that pestered him to go out and experience his life... He chose Creed of Thought simply because Maya was confident it was gonna be a ride.

"hey, ready to leave?", Maya asked

"I would have long been gone if I didn't wait for you to finish the last few pages of that book", Rundra said with a stearn face... but Maya knew he was wagging his imaginary tail already in excitement.

It was going to be a long journey... Longer because Maya was hell bent on hitch hiking her way there... Spending money on travelling a well travelled path? Especially with a lot of traffic? What is this... A scam? Maya grinned, soon she got a lift on an two oxen pulled carriage... The animals looked well worked... Well feed too! looking at the slush it pulled, logged in the carriage... Maybe its epigenetic expression would be worthy of study... Maybe its beastial essence can be extracted?

Maya closed her eyes long after Rundra, the oxen's beast essence wasn't going to offer an epigenetic suggestion for her body to mimic, especially in any kind that would lead to cool shit...

And with that, Maya turned to the brilliant moon, she could swear it was dim before... But it's not long before a snot bubble starts to inflate and deflate from her nose, as Maya drowsed away into sweat slumber.