Tower smasher

https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t32909-topple-the-tower

Fantastico woke up one day in his hotel room, he paid for a sea side room so when he noticed a gap in the sun shining in he got suspicious and instantly got up and looked outside. When he saw the tower he couldn't believe his eyes, however he soon shrugged it off as he could not venture out right now. He was busy watching one of his daughters, Christine, while their mother was out of town on business for the next two days. When he went to a Tavern he heard rumors that a party was sent to investigate, but have yet to return. His blood was boiling as he wanted to go explore the more he heard. He suspected there was something of great value, but he did not want to bring his child along if a full party did not return, signifying that he can't afford to go in with any liabilities. For the second day, he spent the day with scholars of legend and structure based magic, trying to see if he could gather any intelligence on what he might be dealing with, since his own memories came short of a direct explanation. However, things soon turned awkward as while Fantastico met with the Scholars, all of whom were proud of their children, were shocked as after being teased for having low intelligence, Christine solved the problems their parents assigned them in under ten minutes.

Fantastico knew that some of his daughters seem to inherit his gifts, and unfortunately had to try and give Christine a lesson in humility when she shows off, unaware that she has a bad habit of aggravating people by flaunting her abilities. However by noon of the third day, Fantastico heard that the total of exploration teams lost consisted of fifteen people, and now the Magic Council posted a job out for anyone that can bring it down. He accepted the job via iLac and waited at the cafe by the docs, waiting until Zarina, Christine's mother shown up. Giving a smirk, and leaving enough Jewels to cover the food he and Christine ate, climbed over the fence, giving a quick salute to Zarina who was clearly annoyed with the man fleeing so soon. "I know Zaza, we gotta talk, Christine's inherited my perfect memory and that's a problem, but I gotta go, work calls. Bye Christine!" He hopped over the fence and landed down on the path before he started running towards the tower.

He slowed down as he ran on the docks so his pace would be a leisurely one once he started walking across the bridge, approaching the tower, he looked up and saw a challenge. "After three days of down time, I am ready for a little excitement."

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Upon the bridge however, was already someone. However, there was immediate hostility. Raising her hand up, she poised what looks like an odd gun, her scarf dancing with the sea wind and the tower's ominous glow shone in her skin. Her eyes looked unnatural to say the least, like it had a technological hue to them. However, instead of firing the gun right away, her other hand threatening any funny stuff with the partial projection of an even bigger gun, she speaks.

"Individual, refrain from advancing lest you shall be dispell of the structure," 3.H. commanded. A cube like object floated beside her, changing shape like a puzzle before reforming into a cube. "Unless you wish to die. My programming has lead me to search the tower, you are not to enter in case of a safety liability. At least fifteen humans have lost contact with any outside communication."

3.H. spoke, oddly. It was clearly a language understood, but her language structure was odd, as if coming from an Ilac device. She also does not emit much magic, yet somehow her potential and strength is notable. Staring down, her weapon in hand is even more unnatural, being partial real, with metallic plating, a trigger and even a glow of energy, yet at the same time looks like it doesn't exist, light forming the structure of the gun, the barrel is partially broken up with bits of said light. Particles even dance off the structure, as if fading out to dust yet remaining a solid weapon in hand. And the weird cube, it matched no archives, no books, not even anything remotely close. It's singular blue core stared at Fantastico, like a search light in a prisoner.

Fantastico was running towards the tower, eager to finally get some excitement, however he slowed himself down as he saw someone ahead of him. He initially thought little of the feminine figure even as he got within range of her, until she turned to pull a gun pointed at him. He didn't seem to flinch or react with fear as he stopped naturally, his scanning the form of the female. "Damn, she speaks in a robotic tone, almost as if she ain't human. Might be plausible, she's damn beautiful."

The slight smirk on his face and his loose body language suggested he did not feel threatened by the woman. He let out a slight chuckle as he seemed utterly unphased by the gun wielder. "Well, a pretty lady pointing a gun at me, reminds me of the story of how three of my kids came to be, also one or two godchildren, but those involved Mexican Standoffs." He took out his flask from inside this coat and took a quick drink from it. "However, as much as I'd like to have that sort of fun, I came here for work, probably the same as you. I am not a citizen, I am on the job posted by the magic council. It's a glorified open invite, meaning that anyone that agrees to it can take it, I registered via iLac for the job legally, same as you, and a tower like this attracts quite an audience. I bet there are, three maybe four dozen pairs of eyes glued on us right now, and if you shoot, all they'll see is a dark wizard shooting an unarmed man. I don't think that'll do us any good."

Fantastico slowly started to walk towards the woman, a gentle smile as he extended his arms to the side slightly, trying to seem like he wasn't a threat. "Besides, it is illogical to go into a dangerous place alone. Odds are there is some unforeseeable threat, best to have backup and especially one with a different skill set. I have skills ranging from multitude of combat range, combat experience with most kinds of fighters, and disarming or dismantling various traps or other things. Fact is, I have every right to be there, and there is no good reason for you to refuse help."

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3.H. contained to keep her trained arm on Fantasico, her eye barely blinking as she listened on his whole speech. It was odd. First a story of how his spawn came to be, whatever it meant to the android, and her database does not have the term Mexican standoff. Her eyes maintained their locked on look, and then he brings up something about an audience. While Fantastico would not see it, she immediately looks around the area without moving her eyes. She registered at least 2 pairs. Most of them were bystanders just watching two mages conversing, though one of them with increase hostility. They would however walk away, after all, mages are destructive folk, they do not want to get caught in it.

Her eye trains on him as he approaches. Visual body language shows cockiness, lax behaviour and lack of personal safety responsibility. However, she lowers the gun, the particles fading away as the weapon did. Instead of approaching, she turns away and floats inside the tower. 3.H. was here to take care of the tower, not deal with another human. And as the both enter the tower, the door shuts on them and suddenly a pulse of energy emits from the tower. 3.H. collapses for a moment, crumpling to the floor like some machine that lost its power. The blue core too collapses for a moment, and only 3.H. reawakens from this after a moment. Picking the blue core up, she looks around.

"Well... This is not where I expected to wake up..." 3.H.(?) stands up, wobbly. It seems something about her is different. Her eyes were no longer glowing like a light bulb, and she is not floating. She then looks at Fantastico. "Oh hello sir, tell me do you know where we are? I'm afraid I have no recollection... And oh dear..." 3.H.(?) taps the blue core. "Looks like my Precursor Drive is busted... This is a problem... I don't have any tools to repair it. This is a problem indeed..." The pulse happens again, but instead of causing another disabling of magic, a shop materializes from the pulse. Behind it was a furry looking man with plenty of items. Immediately ignoring Fantastico for the moment, she approached the furry man. "Ah good sir, do you perhaps have any equipment? A screwdriver? Maybe a wrench?" 3.H.(?) asks politely, and only got what could be described as a set response.

"Welcome to the Tower! Please proceed up the floors!" The furry man smiles. "If you grab Magic Stones, I can upgrade you to achieve the higher floors!"