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Five
[It’s a rare day when Raven doesn’t report to the smithy first thing in the morning. Routine sits well with her; whether it’s the bird or the person who finds contentment in her jewellery-crafting nest is debatable. There is, however, a request she has spent (according to her) far too much time thinking on.
Masaomi asked for something to nullify electricity. In a flash of pragmatism, Raven wants to be able to make more than one of whatever this accessory will be. But first, she must actually achieve one. Harder than it sounds. Using what she knows, she hasn’t been able to produce anything that leaves someone less than shocked after exposure to lightning magic.
So. She did not go to work this morning; it’s the item shop instead, first, and then a trip to the big lake for a change of pace and some fishing. It reminds her of the fish-catching competitions at home, and out here in the forest alone, she can share a fond smile with nobody.
Until something comes crashing through the trees with a screech, grabbing some prey in its claws and landing not too far away to consume it. Not too long later, she’s sitting by the edge of the lake on a stone, book open.]
Does this belong to any of you? [Turn the book, show the bird.] ...He’s friendly.
[Friendly enough to sit only a few feet away, preening and occasionally squawking - and letting her touch him. No tender moments will be broadcast over the journal...intentionally. She’s a bird lover, though, even of large ones like this, and the way he looks reminds her of someone.
Might as well ask her other question while she’s gone to the trouble of using the book.]
I’m looking for materials that resist lightning. [Beat.] Not rubber. Things with magic.
Masaomi asked for something to nullify electricity. In a flash of pragmatism, Raven wants to be able to make more than one of whatever this accessory will be. But first, she must actually achieve one. Harder than it sounds. Using what she knows, she hasn’t been able to produce anything that leaves someone less than shocked after exposure to lightning magic.
So. She did not go to work this morning; it’s the item shop instead, first, and then a trip to the big lake for a change of pace and some fishing. It reminds her of the fish-catching competitions at home, and out here in the forest alone, she can share a fond smile with nobody.
Until something comes crashing through the trees with a screech, grabbing some prey in its claws and landing not too far away to consume it. Not too long later, she’s sitting by the edge of the lake on a stone, book open.]
Does this belong to any of you? [Turn the book, show the bird.] ...He’s friendly.
[Friendly enough to sit only a few feet away, preening and occasionally squawking - and letting her touch him. No tender moments will be broadcast over the journal...intentionally. She’s a bird lover, though, even of large ones like this, and the way he looks reminds her of someone.
Might as well ask her other question while she’s gone to the trouble of using the book.]
I’m looking for materials that resist lightning. [Beat.] Not rubber. Things with magic.
[Action]
Raven eyes the bag, then nods. Of course she wants to see it. ...Although she's discovered a new and different issue altogether in the process of talking to people with the right sorts of items.]
Can you make lightning?
[Action]
I can, with certain weapons. What do you want me to do with it?
[Action]
Test what I make when I'm done. [All Erza has to do is be the lightning. As of now Raven intends to be the person wearing the accessory.]
[Action]
[Action]
[If experiments or people being stupid gets in the way, it could take longer.]
I can't give it to the customer if it doesn't work.