"It seems that introductions are in order. Transdimensional traveler, Maker, and the culmination of wizardry, behold the unfathomable form of genius: MAGES!"
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"Cretins build machines, I construct destiny!"
Hm...
Does have a sliver of weaving within it.
I imagine it the equivalence of the arcane in this dimension?
...
Hmm..."
Suddenly, the mage looked intruiged, approaching the other to blatantly grab her grenade launcher
"You called for my very name. . .
A name that shouldn't be known in most dimensions. I've traveled through many and verified that myself.
...Endearing toys you have there.
A rudimentary elastic energy storage device, and a sheepishly inefficient ignition based sling.
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Crossbow locked at her hip…and launcher gripped in her right hand, finger off the trigger..
“I don’t recall do anything special to ‘summon’ you… Seems to me you were just feeling lonely.”
"Hmm...
Summoning me only to call me back
Either you don't appreciate time enough, or you don't appreciate others' time
That being a primary area of expertise of mine, I feel inclined to teach the finch a lesson."
Gliding back to a standing position, picking up her staff
“I’m not sure that’s what I’d call it..
But I’d like to Control Z my mistake then, and send you back.”
The unamused Liberi mumbled, crossing arms beneath her prominent bust… The Mage before her was annoyingly lackadaisical…
"Threaten?
There's no reason to do such at all.
I simply found myself bored and summoned, so I've been toying with you."
And now she floats, resting on a bed of air
“Parameters? Onto us?”, the liberi furrowed her brow…
Though, the girl before her output nonsense, and inevitably left her confused, she still understood something…
“Excuse me? Or, I suppose if you’re done threatening me, it doesn’t matter. Lest that’s what this is, mmh?”
"Time? No. Only by consequence.
I simply imposed parameters from another frame of reference onto it
And onto us.
Though reversing time could've worked too, that's hardly worth the strain involved."
Letting go of her staff aside, which simply remained standing straight
↓
Pausing the shot once it got close
"Energy is subjective. It may or may not exist based on the point of reference involved..."
Then just grabbing the bolt
. . .
Her expression would dampen in its excitement, sighing before simply sitting in mid air, levitating, hand on her cheek, looking bored
"I have all eternity.
Go ahead, do explain what part of self awareness that I lack."