Beaux Phacelia
The effort to withhold panic as he felt his magic become subdued left Beaux feeling twice as drained. Standing felt like an extreme effort without the usual strength that his magic power gave him. I’m just a weak, crippled human now, he thought bitterly, glancing around the train to make sure nobody else had noticed his sudden fragility. It would be dangerous if anyone physically attacked him here. Luckily he had one source of defense: the lithe serpent coiled around his right forearm. Lisette, his pet snake, could not transform into her full winged serpent size at the moment, but her appearance would deter potential attackers nonetheless.
The train finally rumbled to a stop in the middle of the Neutral Grounds, a large city that was the hub of non-magical innovation. Factories rose among tall towers, office buildings, and apartments. It was a tremendous sight for Beaux, who was a country boy. Rolling hills and lush forests were more his style, but a free iLac had driven him to this bustling metropolis. The mage’s legs wobbled like a newborn fawn for a moment as he stepped out of the passenger car. Balance, quickly rediscovered after a few steps, stayed with Beaux as he continued forward as confidently as he could. A map board stood next to a lone bench on the edge of the train station. The young man glanced it over, searching for the iLac factory. Once he located the address, he limped off down the street, cane in hand and serpent secretly clinging out of sight.
The queue at the entrance to the factory was much more orderly than the one he had recently dealt with when acquiring a passport in Hargeon town. Every person here was single file, quietly whispering excited words to each other. The line was relatively short though, so Beaux did not mind standing and waiting his turn. Tricks were not necessary here.
Blue eyes scoured the inside of the factory with awe as their host entered the large building. Though the iLac giveaway was in a small office space, a large window revealed the creation process. Machines buzzed and whirred, gears turned, belts moved steadily along. To a tinkerer it would be a wonderland, but to Beaux it was merely an intriguing sight. Proceeding past the window, Beaux approached the table and was handed a black box by a grumpy-looking lady. Seemingly in a hurry, guards immediately ushered him out the large metal doors on the other side of the room. “Gentle, please! Cripple here,” he snapped as the two pushed him outside. Lisette let out a warning hiss from within his sleeve, ready to protect Beaux should the guards continue. With a loud sigh he ambled back to the train station, eager to get out of such a chaotic place.
Once he was back on the train and speeding away from the magicless city, Beaux finally relaxed. Magic power slowly returned, filling his body with energy and strength once again. A content hum vibrated in the angel’s chest. He picked up the black box and observed it for a second before removing the lid. The device was surrounded by black velvet casing and the glossy surface reflected the scenery that flashed past the train window. Beaux picked up the item gently, tilting his head and observing the iLac. He had the whole ride home to figure out what his new device could do!
words: 572/500 ■ job: iLac ■ tags: The train finally rumbled to a stop in the middle of the Neutral Grounds, a large city that was the hub of non-magical innovation. Factories rose among tall towers, office buildings, and apartments. It was a tremendous sight for Beaux, who was a country boy. Rolling hills and lush forests were more his style, but a free iLac had driven him to this bustling metropolis. The mage’s legs wobbled like a newborn fawn for a moment as he stepped out of the passenger car. Balance, quickly rediscovered after a few steps, stayed with Beaux as he continued forward as confidently as he could. A map board stood next to a lone bench on the edge of the train station. The young man glanced it over, searching for the iLac factory. Once he located the address, he limped off down the street, cane in hand and serpent secretly clinging out of sight.
The queue at the entrance to the factory was much more orderly than the one he had recently dealt with when acquiring a passport in Hargeon town. Every person here was single file, quietly whispering excited words to each other. The line was relatively short though, so Beaux did not mind standing and waiting his turn. Tricks were not necessary here.
Blue eyes scoured the inside of the factory with awe as their host entered the large building. Though the iLac giveaway was in a small office space, a large window revealed the creation process. Machines buzzed and whirred, gears turned, belts moved steadily along. To a tinkerer it would be a wonderland, but to Beaux it was merely an intriguing sight. Proceeding past the window, Beaux approached the table and was handed a black box by a grumpy-looking lady. Seemingly in a hurry, guards immediately ushered him out the large metal doors on the other side of the room. “Gentle, please! Cripple here,” he snapped as the two pushed him outside. Lisette let out a warning hiss from within his sleeve, ready to protect Beaux should the guards continue. With a loud sigh he ambled back to the train station, eager to get out of such a chaotic place.
Once he was back on the train and speeding away from the magicless city, Beaux finally relaxed. Magic power slowly returned, filling his body with energy and strength once again. A content hum vibrated in the angel’s chest. He picked up the black box and observed it for a second before removing the lid. The device was surrounded by black velvet casing and the glossy surface reflected the scenery that flashed past the train window. Beaux picked up the item gently, tilting his head and observing the iLac. He had the whole ride home to figure out what his new device could do!
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