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Mission 01: Smoke

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Published: Jan 31, 2014

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[NOTE: Since Mitya's the only one who Flavia has spoken to, her speech is written in plain English.]

"Mitya," Flavia whispers into the sleeping Dragalge's tank. "There has been some kind of disturbance in the town. We must go and check to see what it is."

The groggy sea dragon doesn't respond until a large tremor shakes through their home and stirs up his tank enough to make the water splash out on the sides. The Jynx avoids the water, since it has a tendency to be a bit on the acidic side: the pores in Mitya's skin secrete a fine layer of venom to keep him moist and protected, and if his tank doesn't get cleaned periodically the toxicity levels become dangerous.

Mitya sits up from his tank and drapes his arms over the lip. He puffs out a sigh, and with a twirl of a wrist he gets the fine layer of telekinetic power that he needs to maneuver on land. "You would think these kinds of things would be shocking," he harrumphs, pouring himself a glass of room-temperature tea, "but in such a potentially-problematic neighborhood as Andalusst, these things are just normal." He places the glass to his skin as the liquid seeps up and into his pores.

"You only say this because you were woken up a bit too early, Mitya," the Jynx meddles. "At least I got to prepare you some tea in the knick of time! Let's go!" She grasps Mitya by the fin and pulls him out of the door, the glass falling out of his other hand but, fortunately, lands on the table unbroken.

A step out of the door and Mitya finds out that this isn't the usual plumbing problem that he thought it was. Screaming civilians and smoke are definite signs of that. "I've underestimated the situation," he admits, and Flavia chuckles a bit. "A trip to the guild's offices is a must." The Dragalge bolts in mid-air as Flavia drags behind, taking a good hold on the kinesis that she's transferred over while trying to keep her breath.

Halfway towards the guild office and Mitya sees Chelle, the amorphous Mon that he was looking for. Before he can ask, she hastily interrupts, "Mitya, how nice to see you again. I'd sit here and talk but now's not the time -- Flint needs some help stat with a few things. Solstice has more details if you need them, but be quick."

Flavia finally catches up with the speedy dragon, but by then Chelle's already made her leave and Mitya's prepared to make another run for it. "Flint needs help and the problem's way bigger than it seems; did you see the shrew on your way --" Mitya turns around and sees the Jynx carrying a myriad of supplies behind her in a string of telekinesis. Mitya sighs with relief. "I often forget about the extent of your abilities, but thank goodness you remind me of them every day." Flavia smiles. "They're going to the lea," she replies. "Flint has headed there as well. The Great Statue moves, and we must move with it."

Mitya and Flavia rush to the outer field, where the guild, its members, and some volunteers are trying to keep the beast from fully charging. Flint is sitting a far distance from the beast, unraveling a blueprint as he taps his wrench on the bill of his visor. Seeing the abundance of flowing parts from the corner of his eye, he jumps up and scrambles over to Flavia. "Perfect timing!" the Sandshrew shouts. "I was about to give up on you two." He grabs the final blueprint and shows it to them. Immediately, both Mitya and Flavia conjure up a way to build it efficiently as Flint continues. "You see these plans? This thing's supposed to knock out that thing behind us, and we have to do this in a swift and thorough manner, alright?"

Flavia places the pieces low to the ground and quickly fiddles around with the pieces, Mitya doing small-talk commentary as she works. In no time flat (a minute or two tops), the machinery is built and ready to go. It lands softly on the ground and Flint ogles at it. "There were a few faults in the plan," Mitya explains, "but we fixed them. Nothing major was done, however." The Dragalge grabs one of the remote units in a hand. "Which locations are ideal for me to place this?"

"Try the upper back or upper torso," Flint replies. "Close enough to the core, but far enough from the 'head'. Keep in the white, avoid the gold; the unit would have troubles adhering to the latter." Mitya nods and shoots off with the unit in hand. Flavia focuses all of her energy on the Telekinesis so that it extends without breaking, since a fall near a golem that rogue would be dangerous.

Mitya's pores secrete a thick gas to envelop him in to make him seem like a faulty missile and block the golem's ability to see through the heavy fumes. A swift turn to the left and the unit gently snaps onto place, with Mitya swooping downwards and out to prevent him from getting an arm into his chest or a back onto his body. He repeats this three more times, placing them in a wide V shape on the statue's back. When questioned about it, he answered: "To hit an enemy in the back is a more stealthy choice than to stab an enemy in the front."

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After a very long run of constantly playing video games, I had developed tons of soreness throughout my left hand (which is the "worst thing ever" since it's my primary hand; imagine the amount of distress I was going through right there LOL). I wanted to see if I could draw with my right hand, and I got some interesting results. I then decided to try and do a Mission 1 piece [this Mission 1 piece] for my soon-to-be-Researcher's team with that same hand. Granted, I abused Precision Mode, but it's still pretty impressive that I did it all with my off-hand. Approximate time of completion: 3.25 hours.

I'll write the related story with it later. I might do all of their guildwork art right-handed from now on (but I'll do non-story-related art with my regular hand).

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