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Arcana Machina: hidden class discovered.

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

Micah_Hailstorm · Fantasy
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16. The devil whispered

In the epicenter of this storm, Silver, suspended in a far more violent storm than the rest, her flesh being torn and healed just as quiclly, with each bit of mana absorbed it causea her flesh to burst and grow rapidly, but she isnt aware, having been drawn to a different realm, Slowly, she opens her eyes, in this place her mind now resides in, blinking slowly, as if waking up after a long rest. The first thing she can see, is a row of stone, and ancient seats, filled with cloaked beings shrouded heavily in darkness. "Who do you think you are? A god? To chase death so swiftly, time and time again?" An elderly mans voice can be heard from her far right, a man holding a narled walking stick, with an aged hand, but no details can be seen under his cloak, but silver ever the adept, Knows which god he is already. "Father sheperd, only the gods stand above death, at least if i fall, it shall be written into the hearts of warriors, thats all i can ask for..." The god of ssheperds lets out a suprised laugh, before tossing the large hood back giving the child in front of him a warm smile" Always was a perceptive one, but what you have done this time, You do realize what you did right? it upsets the balance of the realm, its okay to fight, but total destruction was never our goal child." He says in an old sage tone still maintaining the smile when another much colder, but more familiar voice speaks up, the voice making the old sheperd god frown. "This is a storm you cannot hope to weather!" it roars angrily, seething at the fact that Silver at every turn throws her life into the fight as if its free. Smiling as even now she can feel her mana drawing her feom this realm her reply, soft, but heard by all the gods present."its you who cannot weather the storm...for...i am..." At that Silver fades from this strange realm reconnecting to her body, being ravaged in the storm, and with a pain filled scream, faster than it appeared, the storm vanishes, being reabosrbed by Silver, her flesh tearing splitting rapidly, a ghost phantom of her arm forms and falls, under her skim, and in her organs, the mana runs rampant forcing her to change, to adapt and mutate, or die, for the sheer amount being enough to kill anyone else in her place, proven with the billions of corpses or soon to be corpses around. Groaning in pain, Silver struggles to her feet, beginning the long trek back to camp, her body leaving a bloody trail the entire way, a testament to her strong physique and will power to keep going, her phantom arm, forming, then vanishing, as if the image or shape is shaky and unable to hold its form, she pays it and all the pain racking her body, already blinded in one eye from the damaged mana veins having reached her eye now, after a few hours of shambling, she sees the wall, and what's left of the camp, a deep, pain filled but relieved sigh leaves her, as she sighs medics and mercenaries tending to the wounded all over the dark camp. She lets out on shrill whistle, announcing her presence as she dredges the last distance, and a familiar face jogs over, who else but micah, catching Silver under her one arm to drag her into camp, instantly getting stung as mana rips his side open from her, but ignores it as they make their way into camp. "sil, I love you and all, but can you place explain to me what the hell you detonated and managed to walk away from? you cleared the entire army, and beast tide somehow, or at least stalled the tide anyway." Giving a raspy and tired laugh in answer rolling her head to the side exposing the swollen viens on her face reaching her eye ,and having turned it and half her face nearly entirely silver."I bought us time." is her too calm reply, making her friend frown and tighten his grip on her. "who the high do you think you are?" he asks. unaware that those exact words have been asked by another already.