Sceldrant's Comet, page 36
Twortz: "Tsst-"
Millard: "You seem confused, child?"
Twortz: "I am far from a child, thank you."
Lezard: "She's right. She's very boring."
Millard: "Bahahah, okay." *He smiled and continued to follow Karol.*
Rachael: "You learnt a few new techniques, Twortz."
Twortz: "They are quite similar in my opinion."
Karol: "Maybe, but each have their own harhmonick freakency."
Twortz: "Different harmonic frequency? Explain."
Lezard: "Like how you disrupted that crazy lady's slippy ability."
Twortz: "How is it, a child knows more about my abilities than me?"
Lezard and Millard: "Quite easy-"
Millard and Lezard: "Personal jinx!-"
Lezard: "Bwarharh-"
Twortz: "Ahem?"
Millard: "Well-" *He scratched his head and sarcastically laughed.* "I'm not too sure."
Lezard: "Me neither."
Karol: "You seem to be a natural at the scores."
Millard: "So, what kind of weapon have you materialised?"
Twortz: "What does that mean?"
Rachael: *She nodded her head in agreement.* "Those people in leather mentioned something similar too."
Millard: "Score Users, Dancers and Astraseekers have the ability to solidify their own spirit into a specialised weapon."
Rachael: "Astraseekers?"
Twortz: "Every question answered seems to leave more questions." *She sighed to herself.*
Millard: "With most Score Users I've encountered, a musical weapon seems to be the best weapon to materialise."
Karol: "This is a won time only prowcess."
Twortz: (A one time only process.) *She repeated the facts in her mind, trying to keep up with the conversation.*
Karol: "There are several Score-... There were several Score Users here-" *He stopped at the ruin and started to dance, causing the pillars to glow.*
Twortz: "Did I create this frying pan?" *She spoke to herself and moved her arms in front, observing the many scratches on the frying pan.*
Millard: "I could see if you want?" *He stared in front, watching glyphic ruins draw themselves around Karol.*
Twortz: "I was talking to myself out loud. It's rude to eavesdrop."
Millard: "Ouchies, these old bones apologise."
Twortz: "..." *She lowered her arms and placed them behind her back.*
Rachael: "Wow, so, could anyone do this?" *She smiled at all the glyphs responding to Karol's movement.*
Lezard: "It was similar when our dear friend sung.. It only responds to certain users."
Rachael: "Could I become a Score User or a dancer?"
Lezard: "I'm afraid not."
Rachael: "Why?" *She spoke with disappointment.*
Lezard: "It's like affinities. You can't change what you are."
Rachael: "So, if I'm a Rostical User, I can't be a healer?"
Millard: "Not without Radiatons."
Karol: *He watched a portal open up, revealing an image of a warehouse-like environment.* "I-It's open."
Millard: "Excellent work, young snapper."
Rachael: (Young snapper? He says such stupid stuff, but at the same time, he says it with such confidence.)
Twortz: "W-What am I looking at?"
Lezard: "A Spacial Funnel?"
Karol: "Yep." *He awkwardly smiled and skipped inside the warped portal-like entrance.*
Millard: "Let's go, everyone!"
Lezard: *He giggled and started to hobble towards the portal.* "And our friends follow the youngster into the shadowy abyss."
Millard: "More like our heroes."
Lezard: "Ooo, heroes? I like it!"
Twortz: *She watched Millard, Lezard and Karol's body warp inside the Spacial Funnel.*
Rachael: "Let's go, Twortz." *She spoke to herself and stepped through the warped air.*
Twortz: "Once they're full, we'll finally get some answers." *She hissed to herself and stepped forward, watching the area warp and swirl around her.*
Karol: "This is a Spacial Funnel-"
Rachael: "Kah-" *She suddenly collapsed inside the warehouse-like area, catching the party's attention.*
Lezard: "Holy fish-cakes, what's wrong, Razzypoo?"
Rachael: "I don't feel-" *She shook her head and stared at the ground.* "So good-"
Millard: "Hmm?" *He spoke in a serious-like manner, observing Rachael's body expressions.*
Twortz: *She stepped forward and instantly noticed Rachael on the ground.* "What's wrong?"
Rachael: "I-..."
Karol: (I've only seen a certain race of people get ill after entering the Spacial Funnels..)
Lezard: "Are you feeling well, Twortz? Since you come from the same place."
Twortz: "Indeed I am." *She spoke in confusion.*
Rachael: "I... It's hot? I don't feel well.."
Millard: "Maybe stuffing your face in will help?" *He rubbed his stomach and giggled like a child.*
Lezard: "Perhaps!" *He quickly faced Karol.* "Kiddo!-"
Karol: "Y-Yhes?" *He spoke nervously, avoiding eye contact.*
Lezard: "Lead me to the yummiest of all yummies for my empty tummy-rummy!" *He giggled, shaking his bottom in a sarcastic-like manner.*
Twortz: *She looked at Millard, pointing at Lezard.* "So, if you're apparently a hundred something years old, why do you act like that?"
Millard: "Act?" *He watched Lezard and Karol walk away, causing him to focus on Rachael.* "Like fun?"
Twortz: "Please." *She spoke in a mature-like manner, looking away.*
Millard: *He giggled and hobbled up to Rachael, helping her onto her feet.* "Some assistance please, Twortzamotto?"
Twortz: "Twortzamotto? What kind of ridiculous name is that?"
Millard: "A fun one, bahahaha." *He chuckled and hid his struggle, as he tried to keep Rachael on her feet by himself.*
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Lezard: "Lezard and the delicious little hero walked down this poorly lit storage room, observing many different items along many shelves."
Karol: "Aren't you Lezard?"
Lezard: "Indeed, my little hero."
Karol: "But you spoke to yourself in... Anotha persp.. Persp-, perspecktive."
Lezard: "Bwarharh, that's just me."
Karol: "Uhm, so are you a winged being too?"
Lezard: "My, my.. You know about Valhalla?"
Karol: "Yhes!"
Lezard: "He spoke with such enthusiasm."
Karol: "Who-?" *He looked to each side, as if he wasn't expecting anyone else to be in the area.*
Lezard: "You seem innocent enough."
Karol: "Enosent?"
Lezard: "I obtained my Radiatons from my mum."
Karol: "Where is she now?"
Lezard: "That's what I was hoping to find out." *He paused and looked serious.* "I'm sorry for what she did to your city."
Karol: "Was she the sckary lady with glasses?"
Lezard: "I'm not sure, but she does wear glasses."
Karol: "She's a bad person."
Lezard: "No. She isn't. She's a very heart-warming person, always willing to put others before herself."
Karol: "Then, what happened?"
Lezard: "She gave away her Radiatons and by doing this, allowed her to be consumed by that yellow-eyed disease."
Karol: "..."
Lezard: "I understand if you're too young to get what I'm saying."
Karol: "Here-" *He stopped and waved his hand across a newer looking shelving, revealing stacks of food.*
Lezard: "Wowza, what's all this?"
Karol: "Emerhgencies."
Lezard: "Fantastic. We'll grab enough for five people." *He giggled and twiddled his fingers, as if he was excited to pick out which foods to get.*
Karol: "The bread makes you fool."
Lezard: "I like to get full too. Maybe some sandwiches?"
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Millard: "How intriguing, why is it only Rachael who gets sick?"
Twortz: "How would I know. You're the person that's meant to give us the answers we need."
Millard: "I see."
Twortz: *She paused and hesitantly mumbled to herself, as if she wanted to say something.* "Before.. You mentioned something about a weapon."
Millard: "Yes?"
Twortz: "Could you help me?"
Millard: "Sorry?" *He placed his hand next to his ear, implying her wanted to hear something.*
Twortz: "Please?"
Millard: "Of course!"
Rachael: "Err..." *She slowly fell unconscious, causing Millard and Twortz to slowly place her on the floor.*
Twortz: "Will she be okay?"
Millard: "Yes."
Twortz: (She's heavier than she looks-) "Are you certain?"
Millard: "You're a Score User, that doesn't even know how to materialise your power.. And she's apparently a Rostical User?"
Twortz: "From what we've been told, yes."
Millard: "A Rostical User.. She'll be fine." *He stood up and placed his hands out in front, as if he wanted to hold something.*
Twortz: "What-?"
Millard: "Give me your hands, child."
Twortz: *She stood up straight and waddled closer to Millard, slowly placing the back of her hands in his.* "Like this-?"
Millard: "Bam!"
Twortz: "Hiyuck!?" *She hiccuped in shock, causing Millard to giggle.*
Millard: "Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to try something."
Twortz: "Try what?"
Millard: "It doesn't matter. Do you know the legends about what the winged beings are?"
Twortz: "No?"
Millard: (I see.)
Twortz: "Have they got something to do with my weapon?"
Millard: "No."
Twortz: "So, why did you-?"
Millard: "I don't like blowing my own trumpet, but you're lucky you get me of all people to teach you something."
Twortz: "Okay." *Her arms started to shake, as if she was nervous.*
Millard: "Get that cooking utensil."
Twortz: "Why?"
Millard: "In order to manifest your being, you'll need to get a hold of your Astragons."
Twortz: "But I do?"
Millard: "Oh? You already do?"
Twortz: "Yes."
Millard: "Okay." *He lowered his arms and stepped back, readying himself.*
Twortz: "What are you doing?"
Millard: "If you've got Astragon control, then, manipulate my flame."
Twortz: "What flame-?"
Millard: *A lighter-like flame flickered on the ground, lighting up their feet.* "This one."
Twortz: (Amazing. Despite what I've already seen, this still holds such shock value.)
Millard: "I've noticed there's a lot of flammable items in here. I'd hate to see something burst-"
Twortz: "But it's stationary-" *She watched the flame move along the ground towards a shelving full of pots.* "What?! It's moving-?!"
Millard: "Oh dear! Watch out!-"
Twortz: "Ah-Ah?! Focus!" *She shouted at herself and concentrated on the flame, causing it to suddenly brighten and become larger.* "What?!"
Millard: "No, you've added Neurons and powered up the flames!"
Twortz: "How is this possible?"
Millard: "You're giving the flames power!" *He watched the area light up due to the growing flames.*
Twortz: "How do I manipulate it with my Astragons?! I'm thinking about controlling it!"
Millard: "Your sudden attention is fuelling it with your Neurons!"
Twortz: "I-I don't understand!" *She spoke in fear, as if she didn't know what to do.*
Millard: "You're using Neurons, not Astragons!"
Twortz: (So that's what Neurons feel like.)
Millard: "It's getting close to the flammables!"
Twortz: "What do I feel?"
Millard: "It's not something I can explain. But if I had to word it, it'll be.. Motion around it with your hands, as if you're trying to keep a pile of wet sand stable."
Twortz: "Wet sand?" *Images of a shore flashed in her mind.* "Okay-"
*Twortz bent her knees and started to wave her hands around the flames, unintentionally sticking her tongue out.*
Millard: (Her posture looks hilarious-) *The flame's flickering light drew his attention towards it.* (She's already grasping the control so easily? Either, she's born to be very powerful, or she's lying and she's just playing dumb to learn some skills from me-)
Twortz: "It's hard to-" *She frowned with a twitching eye, watching the light spiral out of control.* "Ah!-"
Millard: "Oh my! Focus harder!"
Twortz: "I don't know how to!"
Millard: "Try to imagine moulding the wet sand into a ball."
Twortz: *She bent her knees more, allowing her to focus harder.* "It's harder."
Millard: "Good flaming gravy! You can do it!" *He jumped up into the air, giggling to boost her morale.*
Twortz: "Wow-" *She lowered her arms in shock, causing the flames to touch the first barrel.*
Millard: "What-?! Why did you give up?!" *He swayed his arm, causing the fire to instantly puff away, as if a strong gust of wind blew it.*
Twortz: (So he was in control of the situation-)
Millard: "Little monster, why did you give up?"
