The mechanics of never-builts
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Harry Leferts
Had a flash of inspiration regarding an idea rolling around my head. Not quite sure if it's complete, but... have something in the Japanese magical side:
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Startled out of his thoughts, the old man blinked and looked to the much younger man beside him before grunting. "Ah, you've returned I see."
The younger man just bowed before frowning as he glanced at some plans beside the old man which looked like a old model of a Battleship. "Shishou." Standing up straight, he pulled out two boxes from his robes and held them in front of the older man. "I've brought the items that you asked for..."
Having noticed the unsure expression on the young man, he just chuckled. "Jiro-Kun, please, relax." Gently taking the two boxes, he took a deep shuddering breath. "Was there any trouble?"
With a grimace, Jiro shook his head. "Not at Kure, or any more then normal. The Kanmusu, they don't pay too much attention to what is out in the water as long as it's small and close to the surface. It was hard to locate the spot, but it was exactly where you reported it to be, Shishou. However, the other item... was much harder to retrieve without being seen. Ormoc Bay is quite busy."
Just grunting, the old man opened both boxes to reveal pieces of metal, heavily rusted from decades spent in the ocean. "That is to be expected..." Almost reverently, the old man reached out and with a trembling hand, placed it on one of the two chunks. "But thank you for going through the trouble."
Still confused, the young man glanced at the cup of tea that appeared and sat down with a frown. "But why did you wish for those two items, Shishou?"
Chuckling, the old man closed the box and then set both of them aside. "Mmm, do you really wish to know, Jiro-Kun? Especially since..."
All Jiro did was smile himself. "Consider it a small payment, Shishou. Even though I understand what must be done after we have this conversation."
For several moments, the old man observed Jiro before giving him a soft, fond smile. "You are a good student, Jiro-Kun. Very well." Placing a hand on the box, the elder of the two hummed. "I assume that you know of the shipgirls as anyone else. These two pieces... they belong to the ships Ooyodo and Shimakaze. For the task ahead of me, I have need of them both."
Raising an eyebrow, Jiro narrowed his eyes. "You not going to try and..."
That got him a glare from the old man. "Control them through magic? Bah! No, I would not dare and doing so after..." Eyes softening, the old man took a deep breath. "Those two... they saved my great grandson from an Abyssal attack, though they did not know that he was one of us. I doubt that they would have cared. Shimakaze, she grabbed him from the water and sped across it to bring him to shore safely, Ooyodo protecting them and then keeping him stable. I am within their debt... and I met the two of them three years ago and looked into their eyes. Did you know what I saw?"
Slowly leaning forward, Jiro shook his head. "No, Shishou... what did you see?"
Now smiling, the old man sighed. "I saw their fondest wish. And if the Kami look down upon me favorably, I shall make it come true." He then glanced to the boxes once more. "Ideas can take the form of kernals, watered by belief they can sprout. But... sometimes they do not get the chance. But the metal shall be the sacred soil, and the energy they contain and can channel shall be the water. It shall be like how the bud is supplied until it can grow on it's own. However, it will take time, Jiro-Kun... time that I am not sure I have. But, it is my hope to help our protectors in what ways I can in my remaining time."
Frowning, Jiro glanced at the tea again and shook his head. "Others won't like this, Shishou, but then that is why you have brewed the tea."
The old man only nodded. "I am sorry, but it is the only way, Jiro-Kun. And I thank you deeply for your help and for being my student for all these years. Tomorrow, I shall visit you and tell you that you have graduated and that I have nothing more I can teach you. After which, you shall leave and head wherever it is that you please, though I may have it where find yourself being quite far from me. What I do, I must do alone."
Jiro only bowed low. "No, I should thank you."
With a deep breath, Jiro reached over and slowly drank the tea. Once it was done, he laid back as he focused on the past two weeks, his memories already blurring the more he focused on them until he was unconscious. Then the old man got up and gently chanted before he nodded. "Thank you." Once he had returned his student to his room, the old man came back to the hidden room before running a finger along a mirror upon which a face appeared. "Ah, Flamel my old friend. I have need of that bottle of elixir you bet me back in 1904 over whether my non-magical brethren could beat the Russians..."
Had a flash of inspiration regarding an idea rolling around my head. Not quite sure if it's complete, but... have something in the Japanese magical side:
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Startled out of his thoughts, the old man blinked and looked to the much younger man beside him before grunting. "Ah, you've returned I see."
The younger man just bowed before frowning as he glanced at some plans beside the old man which looked like a old model of a Battleship. "Shishou." Standing up straight, he pulled out two boxes from his robes and held them in front of the older man. "I've brought the items that you asked for..."
Having noticed the unsure expression on the young man, he just chuckled. "Jiro-Kun, please, relax." Gently taking the two boxes, he took a deep shuddering breath. "Was there any trouble?"
With a grimace, Jiro shook his head. "Not at Kure, or any more then normal. The Kanmusu, they don't pay too much attention to what is out in the water as long as it's small and close to the surface. It was hard to locate the spot, but it was exactly where you reported it to be, Shishou. However, the other item... was much harder to retrieve without being seen. Ormoc Bay is quite busy."
Just grunting, the old man opened both boxes to reveal pieces of metal, heavily rusted from decades spent in the ocean. "That is to be expected..." Almost reverently, the old man reached out and with a trembling hand, placed it on one of the two chunks. "But thank you for going through the trouble."
Still confused, the young man glanced at the cup of tea that appeared and sat down with a frown. "But why did you wish for those two items, Shishou?"
Chuckling, the old man closed the box and then set both of them aside. "Mmm, do you really wish to know, Jiro-Kun? Especially since..."
All Jiro did was smile himself. "Consider it a small payment, Shishou. Even though I understand what must be done after we have this conversation."
For several moments, the old man observed Jiro before giving him a soft, fond smile. "You are a good student, Jiro-Kun. Very well." Placing a hand on the box, the elder of the two hummed. "I assume that you know of the shipgirls as anyone else. These two pieces... they belong to the ships Ooyodo and Shimakaze. For the task ahead of me, I have need of them both."
Raising an eyebrow, Jiro narrowed his eyes. "You not going to try and..."
That got him a glare from the old man. "Control them through magic? Bah! No, I would not dare and doing so after..." Eyes softening, the old man took a deep breath. "Those two... they saved my great grandson from an Abyssal attack, though they did not know that he was one of us. I doubt that they would have cared. Shimakaze, she grabbed him from the water and sped across it to bring him to shore safely, Ooyodo protecting them and then keeping him stable. I am within their debt... and I met the two of them three years ago and looked into their eyes. Did you know what I saw?"
Slowly leaning forward, Jiro shook his head. "No, Shishou... what did you see?"
Now smiling, the old man sighed. "I saw their fondest wish. And if the Kami look down upon me favorably, I shall make it come true." He then glanced to the boxes once more. "Ideas can take the form of kernals, watered by belief they can sprout. But... sometimes they do not get the chance. But the metal shall be the sacred soil, and the energy they contain and can channel shall be the water. It shall be like how the bud is supplied until it can grow on it's own. However, it will take time, Jiro-Kun... time that I am not sure I have. But, it is my hope to help our protectors in what ways I can in my remaining time."
Frowning, Jiro glanced at the tea again and shook his head. "Others won't like this, Shishou, but then that is why you have brewed the tea."
The old man only nodded. "I am sorry, but it is the only way, Jiro-Kun. And I thank you deeply for your help and for being my student for all these years. Tomorrow, I shall visit you and tell you that you have graduated and that I have nothing more I can teach you. After which, you shall leave and head wherever it is that you please, though I may have it where find yourself being quite far from me. What I do, I must do alone."
Jiro only bowed low. "No, I should thank you."
With a deep breath, Jiro reached over and slowly drank the tea. Once it was done, he laid back as he focused on the past two weeks, his memories already blurring the more he focused on them until he was unconscious. Then the old man got up and gently chanted before he nodded. "Thank you." Once he had returned his student to his room, the old man came back to the hidden room before running a finger along a mirror upon which a face appeared. "Ah, Flamel my old friend. I have need of that bottle of elixir you bet me back in 1904 over whether my non-magical brethren could beat the Russians..."