Log:Scrapper Transformed

2013/04/07 	 Lia Anna Anthony Quinn|Quinn Bard Scrapper 1

Sunday, April 07, 2063, 7:08 AM

''Sandy Bottoms Island sits within the broad curve of Colonial Bay itself. The south of the island is composed of craggy rocks, and here the large historic lighthouse stands; the bridge too ends its great arch on this firmer ground, close by the Oceanarium. On the eastern side of the island, at the end of the rocky outcropping, is the old prison. The majority of the island, to the leeward, is a broad sweep of softer ground, coarse sand and small pebbles. The more secluded of Colonial Bay's beaches are here, as are the ruins of an old fishing village. Sparse sea grass sprouts here and there and many seabirds frequent the island as both nesting grounds and a place to rest between searches for food. ''

Egg

A lumpy, faintly egg-shaped chrysalis, less than three feet long, made entirely of some type of purple force with swirls of black and red moving constantly across its surface.

Egg is sitting on the beach, looking a bit like a lumpy egg.

Lia walks out from the Embassy, stretching, then noticing Egg. She scratches her head, rubs her eyes, and looks again...yep, that's /actually/ there. Lia teleports over to Egg, and mutters, "...What is...that..."

Egg is sitting on the beach, looking a bit like a lumpy egg.

Lia tries lightly touching the egg, gently now.

Since the swirls on Scrapper's "force egg" are moving, she is probably alive. Movement often indicates life.

Lia hmms at the Egg, and tries something, "...Hello, is anyone in there? Jo?"

No answer.

Lia scratches her head, "...I should go try to find the others. Perhaps they might know why this is here...though, if history serves correct, I won't need to go anywhere. I do hope this isn't actually Jo..." Lia hmms...and her body becomes blurry, wavy, slightly transparent, and all of that stuff associated with her desolidification. She tires poking her desolidified head through the shell of the egg, to see what's inside.

 Lia says, "Hey, Jo, are you there?"

Lia steps outside of the egg, and once she's clear of it, turns solid once more, and lets out a loud, "UGH!"

Scrapper has two enchantments on her. They allow her to 'smell' poison and magic. These enchantments are dispersed within the shell like a white wall painted pink with red paint.

Lia looks...frightened. "Oh, I'm /going/ to need to make a spell that allows for communication, even if one has no practical means of doing so. And...if all fails...there's always the 'strike the spark of mana' spell...Though, I don't have a clue what that would do to someone...Nor do I have the proper focusing stone to deal with that volume of mana, nor do I have such a volume of mana..." Lia looks to her communicator, and then to a nearby rock. She grabs the rock, and starts poking it with her mana, attempting to recreate, at the very least, /part/ of the enchantment on the communicator, though, at this rate, this could take a while.

"...I will find a way..." Lia mutters. "Let's just hope she's still awake in there when I finish...if she's awake at all right now. Though, why the failed transformation spell would put her into a state like this is beyond me."

After a while at trying to create such the magical device, and after accidentally hurting herself while doing so, Lia sighs. Lia places on of her hands against the Egg's wall, and mutters, "...Oh...I really hope this is just some elaborate trick...or else...perhaps I should've worked on solidifying the spell that..." Lia suddenly seems to realize something, "...Or perhaps, that spell was the reason you were in a stable form to begin with, much like the binding that holds me together."

Lia turns away, and sighs, "...This is beyond the scope of my abilities by far. The spell that binds me may have the answer to fixing this, but I have not the experience to apply it. I need to get in touch with Ellbeth or Sasha, and I need to talk with the other heroes as well." Lia takes a deep sigh, reattaches her communicator and lays on a rock near Egg, "Though, I don't know where any of them are. Nor do I know how to get in contact with them other than using the communicators. So...I guess I wait, and ensure no harm comes to this...Egg.

Sunday, April 07, 2063, 9:49 PM

Egg is still an egg

Lia has fallen asleep by now, still pointing towards Egg.

Well, the chrysalis in the middle of Sandy Bottoms Island has certainly attracted Anna's attention. She's approaching it somewhat carefully and seems to be trying to figure out just -what- it is. Upon seeing Lia nearby however, she rushes over and kneels down. "Hey..." she says quietly, unsure of whether or not she's unconscious or sleeping naturally.

Lia doesn't seem to respond to Anna's hey, perhaps she's not naturally sleeping? Or maybe Anna just isn't loud enough

Quinn comes dropping out of the sky, bootjets flaring brightly in the night. Given the lack of a crime in process his descent is much slower and more controlled than his typical 'slam into the ground' landing and there's no music or light show.

Egg doesn't do much of anything.

Well, apparently Lia was just naturally sleeping as Quinn's jets seem to wake her up, though she looks to Anna first, "...We need to help Jo." Lia notes, pointing at the Egg. Lia stretches, and gets up, and offers a wave to Q.

"Jo?" Quinn says, sounding slightly confused. He looks over at the Egg having no idea as to what is going on.

"Remember that young hero with telekinetic powers and some minor magic?" Lia asks, "That's her." Lia gestures to Egg.

"Young looking." Lia corrects herself.

Quinn thinks for a moment. "You mean Scrapper?" he says, a couple of pieces starting to come together. "What happened to her?"

"...My only theory is that the spell that made her young, ended up finally breaking...and this is how her body reacted." Lia notes, scratching her head, "I don't have any clue otherwise...perhaps you might have some type of scanners or something that might help out in figuring this out?"

Quinn gives a nod. "Give me a minute," he says. Then apparently talking to someone else he says, "Send vans one and two to Sandy Bottom Island." He turns to look at the Egg. "My exploration suit contains some better sensor equipment than this one," he says. "I'm not sure what I'll be able to find, though. Magic really isn't my field."

"Probably some kind of a rubber-band sort of reaction." Anna says, "Compensating for the overextension of her life force. It looks like an egg, but I'd actually expect that it's aging her... Or at least, trying to figure out what to do. Probably making her appear the proper age."

"Well...that's the thing, in large part, this isn't magical. The only magic I feel are bits and pieces that let me identify it as Jo." Lia notes. Lia hmms at Anna, "But a magic effect isn't doing this..."

"Hmm," Quinn says. "Might be a bit more that I can do then, but we'll have to see." Around this time a pair of vans pull up and Quinn walks over to them. The side of the two vans open and various mechanical arms pop out. The arms of the first van quickly strip Quinn out of his combat suit, revealing a skintight Quinntex suit underneath. He walks over to the second van which just as quickly assembles the larger exploration suit around him.

"So it's due to alien physiology?" Anna says, "...In that case, I have absolutely no idea what's going on. I work with magic, not... Otherworldly biology."

Lia nods to Quinn, looking hopeful as he suits up in his new suit, "Hopefully this will reveal more about her...condition..." Lia looks to Anna, "I don't know /what/ it is, I thought that she was human...just...enchanted."

Quinn stomps back over, the exploration suit considerably larger and bulkier than the combat suit due to its more extended capabilities. "I'm not a biologist," he says, "and I didn't really design the suit for analysis of alien species, but let's see what I can see." And with that he begins to examine the egg with the suit's sensors.

"Huh," Quinn says. "Not sure what's going on but the 'egg' is solid. It doesn't seem to be a hollow shell with something inside like what you would expect."

Lia nods at Quinn, "Yeah, I poked my head inside of it earlier by becoming phantom...it's consistent throughout, to the best of my knowledge...and through it."

"That'd probably suggest that she's some kind of crystalline entity... Or else, her lifeforce is being stored in there for another reason." Anna says, "Just grasping at straws here, though."

Quinn nods. "There seems to be something underneath the egg in the sand," he says. He begins to carefully excavate the area around the egg with his hands, displaying a surprising amount of dexterity despite the size of his hands.

Lia hmms? Lia wastes no time with becoming phantom again, taking a deep breath, activating her flight, and diving beneath the sand, hoping to find something.

Quinn unearths some shredded purple clothes, busted leather boots and a flat black 1/2" disk.

Quinn picks up the black half inch disk. "Do either of you have any idea what this is?" he asks.

Lia rushes over to the clothing...and the disk, then she looks down to the disk that's mounted on her side. "It's the Princesses Guard's communicator." Lia notes, heading over and trying to obtain the disk from Q.

Quinn gives a nod to Lia and passes the communicator over to her without a fuss.

"Hang on and let me try and patch some things together," he says. He pauses and seems to lock in place as he begins to write new code in an attempt to combine together some of the sensor data.

"So... What good will the communicator do us beyond letting us ask the guard questions?" Anna asks, "I mean, who says they'd even know what's going on?"

Lia takes the disk, and nods to Q. Out of curiosity, she places the disk directly against the outer shell of the egg, ensuring that it's touching the surface. "It only requires touch, and clear thought to use." Lia responds, still looking at Egg.

Egg doesn't respond.

Lia sighs, and places the communicator in the sand such that it's still touching Egg, then she looks to Q, hoping he might have more answers.

Quinn says some rather impolitic things as he tries to work. "Now I've crashed the entire system," he says. "I knew there was a reason I segregated those systems." The helmet faceplate pops forward with the hiss of pressurized air and then retracts before Quinn removes the helmet. "I'm going to have to open this thing up." He takes a finger and emits a thin ruby beam which he begins to use to cut through the tough armored structure of the helmet.

Lia hmms curiously at Quinn as he works, though doesn't offer much else but a curious glance.

Quinn puts on the modified helmet which now exposes bare circuit boards in several spaces. As he examines the egg again he says, "Ok, this is strange. There seem to be individual cells spaced out in sort of a human shaped pattern inside the egg. Not sure what that means, but maybe she needs more material to rebuild herself for some reason. I suppose we could try an amino acid solution and see if they respond."

"So you're saying she's spread out throughout the shell in a sort of... Suspension?" Anna asks, "I'm not exactly sure why it'd do that..."

Lia hmms, "...Perhaps...I wonder...I'd bet this forcefield is to protect her. And that she needs more raw materials to expand her body, as her magic can not do it for her...I wish I knew the conjuration spell for creating not-volatile objects."

Lia looks between Anna and Q, "So, I'm about 90% sure I know what happened here...I'm assuming her spell, the spell that held her in her young state, finally broke. And as reality tried to catch up to Scrapper...her body couldn't do much of anything but sit there and put up this protective field, hoping someone else to intervene. If I knew a regeneration spell, this would be easy, though, the amino acid thing, whatever they are, let's try them, and hope for the best."

Quinn nods to Lia. "Unfortunately we've got no idea what kind of intervention is necessary," he says. He radios in orders and in a short time a car arrives carrying a selection of chemicals. Quinn tries applying the solutions to the egg but they simply run off, unable to penetrate the force field surrounding the shell.

"I'm pretty sure she just needs to regenerate..." Lia notes, and looks to the chemicals, "Hmm, no dice?"

Quinn shakes his head. "She's a member of the Princesses' Guard, isn't she?" Quinn asks. "Doesn't the Embassy have some doctors on staff?"

"Yes actually, there's a physician, who's helped me hold myself together as I converted from generating mage-esque mana to fae-esque mana..." Lia notes, "She should know something, perhaps a regeneration spell. It would make sense..."

Lia looks to Anna, "Would you happen to have any amulets of rengeration or some such?"

"Unfortunately for me I have some problems within the walls of the embassy," Quinn says. "Do you think you could carry her in?"

Lia blinks, "Er...no, I'm a tiny pixie girl. I could probably barely carry her when she was normal...let alone...like this..."

"Unfortunately not." Anna says, "I've heard of an Aztec regeneration bracelet but... Well, I never found that one."

Quinn gives a small laugh. "Well, you never know," he says. "I think Wasp can lift several hundred pounds even when she's tiny, but all right. If you can't I can carry her in and just hope for the best."

Lia stands near Egg, and looks to Anna, "Perhaps you could carry her?" Q, Anna, Lia, and Egg are all gathered together.

Shrugging, Anna says, "Well... I am in decent shape. Not superhumanly so, but still good. I could help if needed."

Lia takes to the air, and looks to Q, "Perhaps together, me and Anna can handle this egg-moving thing." Lia flies down, and tries to gripping it towards the bottom. "You ready, Anna?"

Quinn shakes his head to the two girls. "Never mind," he says, "I'll just chance it. Just don't stand too close to me," and with that he picks up the egg and begins to carry it into the castle, still in armor."

Lia offers a shrug, and follows. "Alright..."

''Atop the rocky cliff near the end of the bridge stands the tiny "fairy tale" castle that serves as the Undermoon embassy. It's no larger than a large house, and its great front gate (with drawbridge to cross a decorative moat) is only the size of a normal door. Its slender towers are topped with graceful spires from which fly pennants of many colours and designs, but chiefly of purple and silver. Over the main gate hangs a rectangular flag of the same colour. ''

''That's the outside. As soon as one passes through the gate it's another story - the castle is vast, the walls tall, the spires tower above the courtyard! Various buildings of the same graceful architectural style are found among the gardens of exotic flora, and the place is busy with staff, both human and fae. ''

As the Heroes approach the Undermoon embassy, beautiful life-learned guitar music rings through the air. Played by a familiar face sitting atop the gate of the Undermoon embassy, Marcus Bard. He is playing an electric guitar powered by a hip based portable amplifier. Wonderful Blues rifts he humms along with to the words in his head. Opening an eye as the others approach. "Hey-o"

The guards switch to a ready stance upon seeing an armored knight approaching with some type of swirly bombard.

As Quinn steps through the gate with the egg he says, "Yep. There go all the warning lights." His faceplate pops forward once more and then retracts, moving much less smoothly then normal.

As fantastic as the music is Quinn has other things on his mind. Things like warning buzzers going off in his ears and his desire not to die. "Can you do me a favor and take this?" he asks Bard, offering him the egg.

Bard takes the Egg floating down. "the hell is this thing?" He says, the music concluding and him sliding the guitar on to his back and tightens the strap.

"They can fill you in," Quinn says, nodding to Anna and Lia as he beats a hasty retreat from the castle.

The physician does several magical tests and determines that she cannot determine what is going on with the egg. "Whatever is going on, it is not magical in origin and I cannot even detect a heartbeat. If you are certain there is a person alive in there? I am reluctant to cast spells blindly when the wrong spell may do more harm than good."

Lia looks to the physician, "She's alive inside of there, kind of. She's in a sort of...stasis, so the speak, to my understanding. Evidently, a regeneration spell should help, to my understanding."

"Reconstitution, I'd imagine could work if you shunted her lifeforce out while mystically creating a resonant bit of matter that configures itself into her body's shape..." Anna says, "But that'd be a last resort. Alternatively, regeneration normally could mean providing similar materials to what she has now."

The physician gives Lia a very serious look. "And do you, little lady, accept full responsibility for what happens if I blindly cast the spell you suggest? I don't even know what this thing is."

"Well I could blindly play music at it to see what happens." Bard jokingly remarks looking at the strange object he is holding. "Surprisingly heavy... Swirling energies... Huh." Over all he seems very meh about this.

Lia looks back seriously as well, takes a breath, and sighs. Lia nods afterward, "Yes...besides...what's the worst a mis-placed regeneration spell can do? She controls the energy present in the cocoon, even if not consciously so..."

Bard says, "Want me to list a few possibilities of what could go wrong?"

The physician nods to Bard. "yes, please explain things while I setup my workshop. Even if what you explained is 100% correct, she will need nutrition, and quickly, when the spell is cast."

The physician leaves the group to talk around the egg.

Lia nods to the physician as she leaves. Lia looks to Bard, nervously, "...What kind of consequences could happen? Beyond simple magical miscast effects."

Bard says, "Well then!" Bard waves a hand. "despite having no actual understanding of magic, we can aptly assume if the magic is like this and that, casting the wrong spell gives us breakfast instead of what ever the thing you are trying toh atch is. Or we make a blood thirsty monster. You know, the fun stuff!""

Lia looks at Bard flatly, frowning with a very serious 'This isn't the time for that' look on her face.

Bard looks at lia with a smile that says 'do you really want to try to stare me down?'

"The more power, the grander the effect." Anna says, "Not to mention the fact that will is often seen as an integral part of magic and the occult. Formulae, charts, and rituals are just conduits for the will or procedures for contacting spirits."

Lia backs off, and shakes her head, sighing. Lia looks to Anna, "...Yeah...In most cases. Sounds like how my magic /used/ to work. Though now it's different, at least for me... In any case, if she requires immediate nourishment, perhaps we should find a way to provide it?"

The Physician returns with a big tub like used for watering horses and places the egg in it. "I wish I had some type of protein powder or amino acids for doing this," she mutters as she starts to draw a magic circle right in the middle of the courtyard.

"In short?" Anna says, "Beyond the adage, 'Do not call up that which you cannot put down'... Either lovecraft or crowley there, you usually can't go too wrong. So long as you know what you're actually doing, mind you. Bad information in magic can kill, or worse." she then looks over at Lia and nods. "Agreed... This'll probably take a lot out of her."

Lia looks to the Physician, "Hang on, I can probably get some amino acids for this if you need them."

Bard looks at the egg and whistles, liking how Lia knew better. Not like some. He thinks. Yeah... that was awkward that one time at the coffee shop.. or that other time when the thief tried to do it. Weird how the dude just passed out...

If and as soon as the physician gives Lia an acknowledgment, she teleports to the entrance, fetches the aforementioned acids, and returns just as swiftly. "Here."

The physician pours the white slimy liquid in the tub, looks about to see if there is anything else she can do, still frowning as if she is *not* happy about the whole idea. She finally sighs and casts the spell the egg *does* react, swirling and waving as the spell energies wash over it. Eventually, the force energy resolves itself into a human shape, but a much larger person than the Scrapper that everyone knows. The physician looks over the poor malnourished, bald creature that emerges from the milky slime, smiles faintly and casts another spell. Scrapper fills out and blonde eyebrows and hair grows in almost instantly.

"There, that's better," she mutters with satisfaction.

"Anyone have a towel... or clothing? Bard notes, closing his eyes

Lia looks ecstatic as Scrapper emerges once more, "Hey, it worked!" Lia seems to be oblivious to the fact that Scrapper is not so...clothed. Or perhaps she just doesn't care, maybe both. She's still hovering nearby, anyway.

Scrapper stands a bit wobbly, looks down at her naked slimy body and up at the crowd gathered around her. Laying eyes on Bard, she blushes furiously and mutters, "Somebody is going to die."

Scrapper snatches the towel and concentrates on covering herself instead of trying to get dried off. Looking around at all the staring people, she asks, "What did I miss?"

Bard still has his eyes closed. "Is it me? Because I am mortal. So eventually yes. I will die. Or are we talking about someone else? People were supposed to fill me in on this but no one felt inclined to. So yeah, what did she miss" He nods towards scrapper.

"Not much." Lia responds, "Could've gone worse."

"Even I have little to no idea." Anna says, "I saw her when she was in the chrysalis thing, not a moment sooner."

The physician nods with satisfaction and says, "She should probably take it easy for a few days, but I know none of you lot are going to listen to me." She packs up her stuff and heads back inside, leaving the slimy trough for a stable boy to clean up.

Lia nods to Anna, "Yeah. I spent a day trying to figure out what to do about her...condition, confused until Quinn finally came along and realized that you were still...intact...just...you needed help. I wonder, were you conscious during that time?"

Scrapper shakes her head. "Last I knew, I was practicing my new dispel magic spell. What time is ... wait, you said a full *day*?"

Lia blinks when she hears 'dispel', "...Yeah, a full day. Well, the spell that held you in your previously young state didn't just break then...Sorry, I tried to get help, but, evidently, no one seemed to be around."

Bard says, "I see! You dispelled the effects of magic binding you from when you entered this realm resulting in going to a place between spaces. In addition due to the time magic used on you to make you the age you were the end result is that you basically had time catch back up while being psuedo in-between spaces resulting in a space time phenomina. Huh..."

Scrapper pulls at her slimy blonde hair and says to Bard, "You realize that was all gibberish, right?" She sighs and lets the hair drop.

Bard says, "Hey, you try putting on clothes before you give me a lecture."

Lia sighs at Bard, shaking her head, then she looks to Scrapper, "Perhaps we should get you back to your home...In an area less...public."

Scrapper nods, floats out of the tub and wobbles a bit before landing unsteadily.

"So I'm guessing once the physician saw me she knew what was going on immediately and patched me up?" Scrapper asks.

"Not exactly..." Lia starts, "So...First, I detected your magic signature and identified that you were in this...egg. Most of the day later, Quinn shows up, and realizes that you're still fully whole in there, in some sense, but just needed to regenerate. As a matter of fact, the physician didn't have half of a clue of what was going on...I told them to cast regenerate, they ensured that I'd be held responsible for any...issues...and thus, it worked." Lia looks a tad...offbeat. Just like something's bothering her now.

Bard goes to find clothing in the areas he is allowed in in the embassy otherwise he is listening by his clairsentience.

Scrapper says to Lia, and the other assembled heroes, "So it sounds like I owe you my life." Then walks off silently to her dorm. Just as she hits the door, she stops and asks, "Lia, could I convince you to head into town and buy me some hair dye? I don't like being a natural blonde."

Lia hesitates for a moment, then quickly nods.