Reima "So, you need wands?"
Harry nods, "We'd probably be able to produce them ourselves, but we lack so of the needed materials."
Reima "Such as?"
Harry "Dragon Heartstrings and Phoenix Feathers mainly. Those are the most commonly used aside from Unicorn hair, but we already have that so..."
Reima sighs, "Well, I have no idea where you'd get phoenix feathers... What happened to that bird, Fawkes anyway?"
Harry "He disappeared when Albus passed away." he says with a solemn expression.
Reima taps the table, "You'll need to find a replacent for Pheonix Feathers but, aside from that I just so happen to have so Dragon Eggs. Hinky?"
*Pop!*
Hinky "Yes master!?" they shout diligently.
Reima "Take Harry and start setting up a farm near the others, use the heating runes to make an incubation chamber." he says and then looks at Harry, "You'll need to train a couple people to be able to restrain the Dragons, I'd hate to have to eliminate the last remaining ones should they escape."
Harry grabs his hand and shakes it vigorously, "Thanks Reima, I an it!" he says, taking Hinky's hand and popping away with them.
Unfortunately, the rigorous shaking had disturbed the piles of paperwork, causing a tower to slide and collapse to the floor, Reima being unable to save it even with his telekinesis...
Reima rests his forehead on the desk and groans, "When will it end!"
One week later :
Nerissa, Yukari, Mizore, Moka, and Luna wave to Reima who's holding the portal as they walk through, the other side being the freshly repaired Yokai Acadamy... "Bye Ludvig-san!" a few of them parrot as he nods at them.
Reima "You girl behave yourselves, Akasha will be keeping an eye on you so be prepared if you do sothing stupid or dangerous." he says with a smile promising pain.
Akasha "Don't worry, even without there they can take care of themselves." she says as she steps through herself.
Reima "Say hi to Mikogami for , I also wouldn't mind a photo of his face when he sees you..." he says, imaging the man's reaction.
Akasha giggles, "I can show you in one of those pensieves, carrying around a cara would be laberous for a lady such as myself." she says, brushes her hair dramatically.
Reima gives her a blank look and closes the portal behind her, the surprised look she gave in response well worth the attitude he'd no doubt receive when next they t.
He claps his hands off as if he'd just finished so carpentry and walk towards his next destination... Rickert's workshop.
Reima stands outside the heavy wooden door leading into the workshop, stopping and examining it as black smoke begins to billow from the gap underneath the door... "Yep... Everything look in-order here." he says, turning away and beginning to walk back...
Reima "Like fuck it is!" he spins on his heel and kicks the door, exploding it from its hinges as it hurtles further into the room... A profuse amount of black smoke escaping from the newly made exit...
*Hiiyaaa!*
*Bang!*
A pained girly squeal is heard from the inside as the door presumably hits soone. Reima waits for the smoke to clear before finally entering the building, spotting tal shavings, wires, crystals, and other trash scattered across the floor and the few tables set up... On the other side of the room heavy breathing can be heard from under the relocated door.
Reima telekinetically levitates it, spotting a soot-covered Rickert with a pained look on his face. "Yo, you still alive?"
Rickert groans, rolling onto his stomach and slowly pushing himself up, "N-no... I think I broke sothing..."
Reima shrugs, "That all? Good..."
Rickert rubs his head and sighs, "Your morbid sense of humour never ceases to amaze Reima." he mutters.
Reima "Putting that aside, you wanna tell why you were trying to suffocate yourself? Sure you might want to die but you're too useful for to allow it."
Rickert gives him a confused look with morphs into a frown, "Good to know I don't even have control over my own life... And I wasn't trying to commit suicide I'll have you know!" he huffs.
Reima "Then, what was that?" he asks, leaning on a nearby table after brushing off so kind of device...
Rickert throws himself at it to catch it, scowling at Reima as he looks it over for damages, "I was testing a Dirtium Smoke Bomb I'll have you know, and I'd appreciate if you didn't break anything, while it may look like unassuming trash to you, they hold my blood, sweat, and tears!" he states.
Reima shrugs, "So, you've been experinting with Diritium?" he asks, ignoring whatever Rickert said a mont ago...
Rickert sighs and places the device on a shelf nearby before looking back at Reima, "Yes, I've been working on what you asked, and I have to say... This tal is baffling, intriguing, and irritating at the sa ti..." he explains, not bothering to point out Reima's blasé attitude.
Reima "More so than the rainbow selection of titanate?" he jokes.
Rickert nod his head seriously, "Indeed. At first I thought it only destabilised magic, but upon closer inspection, I found that it instead redirects magic..."
...
Reima "Er, whats the difference?"
Rickert sighs, "Take the Diritium shackles those Eternal Fire fools use to capture mages, once put on they force the magic out of the mage which prevents them from performing magic." he explains.
Reima slowly nods, "Ahh, right... So, can you make any weapons out of it?"
...
Rickert gives a frown, "Yes and no... The tal itself is soft, like gold... And if diluted by stronger tals its effects are drastically reduced."
Reima "Just make a projectile weapon or sothing then, I imagine a bullet of Diritium would put a mage out for a long, long ti."
Rickert "Ah, yes, Firearms... Miss Alphys had talked about them enough to pique my interest, I believe sothing like that would work... The only problem is creating a firearm though."
Reima shrugs, "Well, that's your next job then... I'd recomnd you get Alphys to watch over your work. Be careful as well, you can't make stuff if you get your hands blown off." he says before blinking away with a turquoise flash.
Rickert looks at the spot Reima had just disappeared from and has a determined expression overtake his features, "Fine! I'll make the greatest firearm this, or any other world has ever seen! DO YOU HEAR REIMA!" he shouts, scaring so of the people passing by his workshop.
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