70th Ash, 123
The schematics required for building something as aetherically complex as the Aura Mimic Torin had in mind had taken a long time to work out. He still found his mind wandered back to them in odd moments, the middle of conversations or as he lay down to sleep, and he would have to get to the nearest bit of paper to jot down adjustments.
As with many of the schematics he'd made all on his own, it would surely be tweaked during creation and not perfected until he'd made it many times. If he ended up making more than one. He was fairly sure that, in the case of the Mimic, he would make at least a few. One for himself, certainly, as he wasn't very good at projecting a false version of himself. His ability with his first rune was strong, but it lay in other veins than subterfuge even after Aurin had given him several lessons.
It wasn't that he couldn't project a false aura, it was more that he couldn't properly hold a fake version of himself in his head well enough that someone else would be able to read it with their own runes and be fooled. Torin was just... Torin, and hadn't ever spent time imagining being anyone else. Even as a child he had dreamed of being in better circumstances, but not of being someone other than himself.
He had asked Aurin to aid him, since he would need Negation and Masquerade both. Semblance he could provide but with with the help of another Sembler the work would go faster. While he would explain what was needed before they started working, they were so connected now that he rarely had to actually discuss what to do once they started weaving aether together. They both had a raw quality to their runic magic, much less academic than the ways that other mages Torin had worked with.
The only thing left to do was to decide what form the Mimic should take, and make it himself or have it made and he was thinking on this.
The pair of them were walking home from a pub where they had gone for a quick bite and possibly too many drinks. Though the world was still gripped by endless Frost it was cozy under their cloaks, the stars were bright and the streets nearly empty due to the cold. It was pleasant just to walk, tipsy and slow, through the moonlit streets as they'd done often.
"I really can't decided." He murmured, but they were close enough for the redhead to hear and the blond had spoken often enough, non sequitur, about this project, and many others, that the clever fox would probably catch his meaning. Torin usually had a distinct and instant feeling for what shape something should take, but the Minic was already proving slippery. A good thing, perhaps, but not helpful in this case.
"A ring maybe?" He grimaced, a bracelet didn't feel right at all. Jewelry made the most sense but jewelry was meant to be seen and the aether wouldn't like that. Glancing over into copper eyes bright in the white light he raised his brows, asking for advice.
The schematics required for building something as aetherically complex as the Aura Mimic Torin had in mind had taken a long time to work out. He still found his mind wandered back to them in odd moments, the middle of conversations or as he lay down to sleep, and he would have to get to the nearest bit of paper to jot down adjustments.
As with many of the schematics he'd made all on his own, it would surely be tweaked during creation and not perfected until he'd made it many times. If he ended up making more than one. He was fairly sure that, in the case of the Mimic, he would make at least a few. One for himself, certainly, as he wasn't very good at projecting a false version of himself. His ability with his first rune was strong, but it lay in other veins than subterfuge even after Aurin had given him several lessons.
It wasn't that he couldn't project a false aura, it was more that he couldn't properly hold a fake version of himself in his head well enough that someone else would be able to read it with their own runes and be fooled. Torin was just... Torin, and hadn't ever spent time imagining being anyone else. Even as a child he had dreamed of being in better circumstances, but not of being someone other than himself.
He had asked Aurin to aid him, since he would need Negation and Masquerade both. Semblance he could provide but with with the help of another Sembler the work would go faster. While he would explain what was needed before they started working, they were so connected now that he rarely had to actually discuss what to do once they started weaving aether together. They both had a raw quality to their runic magic, much less academic than the ways that other mages Torin had worked with.
The only thing left to do was to decide what form the Mimic should take, and make it himself or have it made and he was thinking on this.
The pair of them were walking home from a pub where they had gone for a quick bite and possibly too many drinks. Though the world was still gripped by endless Frost it was cozy under their cloaks, the stars were bright and the streets nearly empty due to the cold. It was pleasant just to walk, tipsy and slow, through the moonlit streets as they'd done often.
"I really can't decided." He murmured, but they were close enough for the redhead to hear and the blond had spoken often enough, non sequitur, about this project, and many others, that the clever fox would probably catch his meaning. Torin usually had a distinct and instant feeling for what shape something should take, but the Minic was already proving slippery. A good thing, perhaps, but not helpful in this case.
"A ring maybe?" He grimaced, a bracelet didn't feel right at all. Jewelry made the most sense but jewelry was meant to be seen and the aether wouldn't like that. Glancing over into copper eyes bright in the white light he raised his brows, asking for advice.
