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"Ah...I see. So it's better to avoid conflict completely there, huh? I don't mind that...but is it that dangerous? Like, if we do get into trouble with just two of us, will we be in trouble?" Aroda's tone has a bit of concern to it, as she lightly scratches at her cheek. Very lightly, keeping...

"Ohh...I haven't met anyone that uses spirit magic, I think. Can you really do that? That's some crazy detail...this ga- er, realm, is always surprising me..." She crosses her arms as she seems to be giving this whole 'being able to talk to spirits' thing some real thought. The mysteries of...

Aroda raises a brow at Azykia's ridiculously strong reaction to seeing a car battery. She looks between her and the battery a few times before kinda, stuffing it behind her back, awkwardly. "It's uh...a battery. I made it a while back." She relinquishes it back to the depths of the inventory...

"Ah, right, Faerin. Close enough, really...it's all the same idea, right? ...Wait." She stops her trains of thought completely as the most important one zooms into station. "A crafter? Somebody just made a shield that can talk and think and use...magic and stuff...and gave it to someone else...

Aroda's artificial eyes jump to the shield that...rumbled. Her brow only raises a little bit, and she only stares for a few moments, clearly confused for a split second, before she goes back to looking down at the one actually talking to her. "Right...I'm Aroda. Just Aroda." She clarifies the...

The magia perks up notably as some guy jumps into the conversation. She looks over at him...and then adjusts her gaze significantly downward to properly look at him. "Oh, uh, hello?" She starts, still processing with the stranger said and asked. What did she want to do out there? Well, it was...

"Ugh," She lets out one more groan as she dispels and waves away the static clinging to her, following Azykia's little explanation. This just made everything way more confusing...but at least she wasn't covered in static charge anymore. It was actually pretty easy to make sure she never had any...

"Mmmmmmhmm..." Aroda murmurs her affirmative response, fairly drawn out like. It sounds more like she's drawing it out through some discomfort than having any kind of sass about it. "Close enough...anyways. Put magic all around me...then stuck it close. With magnets. It feels...real weird...

"Pfeh...ugh." A dour faced woman huffed to get some hair out of her face, as she pushed past the tree line of a small patch of woods to find herself back on a trail she'd been on...some thirty minutes ago. Her metal feet sound some heavy footfalls as she plods her way back onto an identifiable...

It was what was probably a typical day, a 'safe' distance away from the outskirts of the ruins of Vintergard, in the bustling yet faintly tense Camp Hope IV. And on this typical day, a woman with visibly robotic legs and lower arms/hands, had made her way to this camp, in her usual getup...a...

"I haven't played a ton of games...but I do agree. This game is really something else." Aroda's eyes slowly drift toward the foxy beastfolk's foxy fox tail, noting how it moves...and she cracks a smile. This beastfolk race sure was endearing. She didn't necessarily regret choosing to be...

Aroda huffed a bit following all of this testing. She wasn't really sure if all of this would let her make anything that worked, but it was good to have a little data regardless. Though... "...No, I don't have magic that brushes your hair. I do have a couple brushes, though. Or...I could make...

"Well I think the main thing is, can you see it well enough to tell where it stops? And...what it stops against?" Aroda asks, quite curious, as she tries puffing a bit more of her air at the far wall of the room. "Ah, and is it easier to see through when the wind is...weaker? Or thinner? You...

"Huh? Perfume? ...Do you often taste perfume? I doubt it's a very healthy option..." Aroda answers once she's finally done blow drying, since it wasn't actually too difficult for her to hear Azykia, but it probably wasn't the other way around, since Azykia was the one with air blasting through...

It had been quite a drive to come all this way. The trip and the tickets cost her good bit, but...it wasn't really much of a dent in her funds. Definitely not as much as the bill for getting her old folks' motorhome fixed up. April had started getting used to big city traffic, but navigating...

Aroda was here on a visit, by Askera's own suggestion, to check the place out. She arrived just as Askera was going to be starting these 'tests', and Aroda decided to stick around a while and watch...see what things were like around here. This guy's 'work' was certainly, interesting...? It was...

Aroda makes sure the door is secured, then scratches at her head lightly. "Well, don't have your expectations that high. It's nothing fancy, I just gotta, get a feel for what you can feel...y'know?" She explains slowly as she leads the Azykia farther into her room, but she's not super dry...

Aroda ponders 'combustion' magic. Well, she hadn't taken pyromancy or anything like that, but electricity was perfectly capable of igniting things. If that even turned out to be necessary. Maybe she should look more into how bombs work. ...Maybe googling that would be a bad idea though... She...

Aroda listens to the Askera's explanation, coming to the conclusion that this game's monsters were...surprisingly boring. Sure they might look horrifying and do crazy things, but there was no reason to go out and fight them, if you didn't need to....apparently. "No use at all though...? Nothing...

"Me? Well...I hardly feel my own lightning magic. I'm not sure if someone else's would be a different story, but I'm pretty sure it would. I don't remember seeing anything saying I'm immune to lightning, or something." Aroda, once they arrive at the big usual inn place, pauses by the...