Arata and Rachamah were lent a room, where the more high-ranking men would stay. The room was split and furnished with two beds, nightstands and a bookshelf with nothing but dust left on it.
Rachamah is the first to comment, “The room doesn't have soundproof walls but I needed to make sure we could be alone since there are still factors to discuss. We’ve got to wait for Morgan’s group to catch up, within that time, we must refine this strategy.”
Arata nods before lying back onto his bed, “Can’t think with how exhausted I am right now… I dunno about you though.” There’s still so much more I need to ask her, no to ask anyone. Rachamah isn’t the right person to open up to this though.
Arata’s mouth moves on it’s own, “Say Rachamah-”
*snore*
Rachamah had already fallen asleep; instead, Arata decided to summon Ravenna, in silent prayer as he lay down on his bed. His prayers are heard as a light manifests over him.
*thud*
The angel fell on top of Arata’s stomach. Fight it, don’t scream, Rachamah deserves the sleep, these walls aren’t soundproof. A tear streams down his face in pain. Ravenna suddenly dismounts Arata’s poor, beaten torso.
She slightly bends her head over in apology, “So so sorry, Arata. Good timing though. I managed to decipher what the shear’s deal is, the Regalia’s properties were quite confusing, however. But I put on my lab clothes and did it!”
Ravenna puffs out her chest in a smug manner, chuckling to herself. She wasn’t lying though, she tied back her hair into a bun, had the glasses, lab coat, the whole charade. Ravenna walks over to Rachamah’s bed, sitting on the edge as she speaks to Arata.
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“You got your very own regalia, congratulations Arata… although it has some special properties.” Ravenna begins to clap for Arata, like a proud mother over something Arata didn’t really know about.
Arata nods, he originally had planned on opening up to Ravenna about what he was thinking yet quickly grew to forget what he had ever planned on asking. Instead, Arata decides to humor her, “Thank you, I never thought I’d make it this far, I’ve always been a sickly child but believed with perseverance I could overcome such faults and become a better version of myself.”
Ravenna pauses, listening to his dramatic continuation of her energy, seemingly irritated over Arata’s sarcastic response, “I was being a genuine dickhead, powerful magic item? Isn’t one useful to have? Or would you like to give thanks to everyone who’s helped you along the way?”
Arata stops his fake sobbing, “thank you mom, thank you Ren, thank you Evan, thank you Poro, thank you my algebra teacher, thank you lunch lady at my-” This time, the force that crushed down onto Arata’s solar plexus was Ravenna’s elbow.
*crunch*
Arata’s Other World Logbook entry #8: Regalia
Ok…in this world, people do not die when they are killed, kinda? Just because that’s correct doesn’t mean it’s right. If you die, the mana from your soul can enter objects called regalia, the person’s purpose is then infused into the object. There are, however, quite a few major prerequisites. Firstly, the person must have a massive amount of mana at the point of their death to create a regalia. Secondly, these objects were made with said person’s reason for existence and that purpose must be carried out for the regalia to do anything. Finally, if the user goes against the mana’s latent will, the regalia will destroy itself.
The shears I got are a weapon regalia with the property of merging together any two surfaces it cuts with one slash. Thank God it can be pulled apart and both sides being used as daggers otherwise this thing would be useless. The effect I feel like is both good and bad when observed in a vacuum, once an enemy is fused together they’ve got to rip open their flesh at the seams to get unstuck making it overall very potent. The caveat is the restrictions to activate the effect.
PS: since Ravenna insists on naming all my weapons and techniques, the shears are now called Bloody Mary.
