2nd of Summer, 518 - Second Bell past Midnight
Note: Subtract 5GM from ledger.
While the rest of Lhavit lie in slumber, Savis had no such luxury. For nearly a century the call of sleep eluded the Nuit and she found that she'd grown used to the utter lack of rest. Her bodies did not tire, though they were slow and weak. Her mind, however, often succumbed to a measure of fatigue and left the Nuit in a daze. Preferring to keep her wits about her, Savis did not rush her activities and found that they persisted nearly always deep into the reaches of the night. She paid Lucis and Lucis a visit before it closed and found that to her delighted surprise, that they sold what she needed. In the weeks after Savis' rather awkward arrival to Lhavit she sought inspiration that didn't come. Savis sought after a relief from the monotony and found that an evening stroll provided her with just what she needed. The store was long closed, but from within it she'd uncovered a rather fascinating trinket. In her hands Savis held a toy, meant to represent the human shape. The shape was thin, approximately ten inches tall from head to foot. Each elbow held in it a rudimentary joint as well as each knee. From what she could tell, the feet also possessed such a joint, but wrists and shoulders did not. The toy's shoulders were square, arms down and unyielding to any sort of touch or stimulus to bend.
"Strange that the gadgeteer didn't add joints at the arms... I suppose I'll make do for the night. I should have taken a closer look at the store."
No one could see her and as such, Savis did not show any reactions facially. In her time as a Nuit she'd found facial expressions to be unnecessary, the forms of communication that mortals held were reserved for their healthier, stronger bodies that could stretch and flex muscles without concern for them tearing. Sure, the body Savis held was well tended to, sure to last for quite a while longer. But, why take the risk? Her gaze fell from the toy, casting the wooden doll to the floor, face up and arms outstretched towards the ceiling. The floor of her room was wide enough to accommodate her efforts and surely Savis was glad for it as she began. Savis produced her treasured painter's kit, placing it open at the side of her. She produced her favourite brush and with it, a thick, jet black paint that she dipped the brush into generously. She was careful not to spill the paint as she turned next, approaching the doll. Around it, she traced a circle, more than a foot wider than necessary before drawing a line. At the very center of the room she drew a second, larger circle before setting her paint kit well out of reach. It wouldn't do for the kit to get in the way, after all.
Once the circle was fully inscribed and both of them were connected with an thick, unbroken line, Savis sat down within the larger circle. The first step in the process was by far the easiest. The Source was going to be none other than Savis herself, the Destination the doll. With the preparation complete, Savis considered her options, preferring to plot out each detail of the creation before she proceeded. Fifteen chimes passed as she created a mental list, her thoughts clear and uncluttered as she trudged onward.
This toy lacks joints at the shoulder, so it leaves the knees, elbows and feet. All three points serve their own uses and I'll be sure to approach them carefully. First, I need to create the Soul Core. There's no creatures in my apartment, so I'll need to use myself as the template... Next, there's the matter of filling that Soulcore with a Persona. I'll have to figure that out as we go on, but there's other steps to consider as well. Shaping the astral body should be pretty easy, too. There's not much to plan on such a simple creature. Or is there? I have plenty of directives I wish to install. This is a tool, after all. No longer a toy.
Savis remembered the brief warnings that basing an Animation on oneself created an unnatural attachment to the item, but in truth, Savis couldn't imagine that happening. Savis hadn't formed any kind of meaningful attachments in decades, with the distrust that many had towards her kind. It didn't help that she was turned somewhat involuntarily, and she herself had an odd opinion of Nuit and their natures. Brushing the thoughts aside, Savis kept to her task at hand. Before she began forging the Soulcore, the mage required one final task. She reached deeply into her mouth. Fortunately, her deceased body did not possess a gag reflex and allowed the Nuit to withdraw several droplets of ichor from inside of her mouth. Carefully placing a single droplet on each of the circles, she'd see a dim light marking the beginning of her efforts. Djed flowed through the twin circles that surrounded both her and her destination. Savis was rather satisfied to observe the flow of it, and took several chimes to ensure that the basis of identity was formed before she proceeded onward.
Note: Subtract 5GM from ledger.
While the rest of Lhavit lie in slumber, Savis had no such luxury. For nearly a century the call of sleep eluded the Nuit and she found that she'd grown used to the utter lack of rest. Her bodies did not tire, though they were slow and weak. Her mind, however, often succumbed to a measure of fatigue and left the Nuit in a daze. Preferring to keep her wits about her, Savis did not rush her activities and found that they persisted nearly always deep into the reaches of the night. She paid Lucis and Lucis a visit before it closed and found that to her delighted surprise, that they sold what she needed. In the weeks after Savis' rather awkward arrival to Lhavit she sought inspiration that didn't come. Savis sought after a relief from the monotony and found that an evening stroll provided her with just what she needed. The store was long closed, but from within it she'd uncovered a rather fascinating trinket. In her hands Savis held a toy, meant to represent the human shape. The shape was thin, approximately ten inches tall from head to foot. Each elbow held in it a rudimentary joint as well as each knee. From what she could tell, the feet also possessed such a joint, but wrists and shoulders did not. The toy's shoulders were square, arms down and unyielding to any sort of touch or stimulus to bend.
"Strange that the gadgeteer didn't add joints at the arms... I suppose I'll make do for the night. I should have taken a closer look at the store."
No one could see her and as such, Savis did not show any reactions facially. In her time as a Nuit she'd found facial expressions to be unnecessary, the forms of communication that mortals held were reserved for their healthier, stronger bodies that could stretch and flex muscles without concern for them tearing. Sure, the body Savis held was well tended to, sure to last for quite a while longer. But, why take the risk? Her gaze fell from the toy, casting the wooden doll to the floor, face up and arms outstretched towards the ceiling. The floor of her room was wide enough to accommodate her efforts and surely Savis was glad for it as she began. Savis produced her treasured painter's kit, placing it open at the side of her. She produced her favourite brush and with it, a thick, jet black paint that she dipped the brush into generously. She was careful not to spill the paint as she turned next, approaching the doll. Around it, she traced a circle, more than a foot wider than necessary before drawing a line. At the very center of the room she drew a second, larger circle before setting her paint kit well out of reach. It wouldn't do for the kit to get in the way, after all.
Once the circle was fully inscribed and both of them were connected with an thick, unbroken line, Savis sat down within the larger circle. The first step in the process was by far the easiest. The Source was going to be none other than Savis herself, the Destination the doll. With the preparation complete, Savis considered her options, preferring to plot out each detail of the creation before she proceeded. Fifteen chimes passed as she created a mental list, her thoughts clear and uncluttered as she trudged onward.
This toy lacks joints at the shoulder, so it leaves the knees, elbows and feet. All three points serve their own uses and I'll be sure to approach them carefully. First, I need to create the Soul Core. There's no creatures in my apartment, so I'll need to use myself as the template... Next, there's the matter of filling that Soulcore with a Persona. I'll have to figure that out as we go on, but there's other steps to consider as well. Shaping the astral body should be pretty easy, too. There's not much to plan on such a simple creature. Or is there? I have plenty of directives I wish to install. This is a tool, after all. No longer a toy.
Savis remembered the brief warnings that basing an Animation on oneself created an unnatural attachment to the item, but in truth, Savis couldn't imagine that happening. Savis hadn't formed any kind of meaningful attachments in decades, with the distrust that many had towards her kind. It didn't help that she was turned somewhat involuntarily, and she herself had an odd opinion of Nuit and their natures. Brushing the thoughts aside, Savis kept to her task at hand. Before she began forging the Soulcore, the mage required one final task. She reached deeply into her mouth. Fortunately, her deceased body did not possess a gag reflex and allowed the Nuit to withdraw several droplets of ichor from inside of her mouth. Carefully placing a single droplet on each of the circles, she'd see a dim light marking the beginning of her efforts. Djed flowed through the twin circles that surrounded both her and her destination. Savis was rather satisfied to observe the flow of it, and took several chimes to ensure that the basis of identity was formed before she proceeded onward.
