SUNDAY OF THE WEDDING

Teachers get sundays off. So do students. Nevertheless, that students pick that day to marry is so far unprecedented in our class. This wedding is above all short. I really approve. I never understood why a celebration of two people who are now supposed to do stuff that is usually associated with privacy involves drawn out celebrations with many people present who keep them from said privacy. Is it true that until a few centuries ago couples were formally led to their bedchamber? If so, our ancestors still knew what really matters in life.

The rest of the day Thomas and I spent training and meditating.

T: So you need to train the attributes, although the advancement of your attributes depends on the least advanced ability of that essence?

P: I am getting were strong vibes to that effect.

T: It makes no sense.

P: If theory and experiment conflict, experiment must prevail.

T: How long have you waited to make that quote?

P: You just don’t like „Memory“ and „Tetris“.

T: Do I have to repeat what you said about running around the yard in circles?

P: You win. We can proceed to pumping iron.

Pump we do. In fact we are getting confused and aggressive glances in the gym.

» Are you on magical steroids?

I am tired of this. „Yes. In a certain sense. Magic itself is a steroid.“ - „so you are making the weights disappear with magic“. This man wants a confrontation. Is it better to avoid it? Forgot that, do I want to avoid it? No. Male ego, but so what? I still cannot risk a fight, this man has no essences, his aura confirms that, but he may still know a martial art and I do not.

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„Arm against arm. Are you up to it?“, I challenge him. I am getting satisfaction and relief of a job well done from him beyond. Too late to back out.

That man has enormous upper arms. I think he is on steroids. He wins, but it takes him three minutes of grunting effort. That has shifted the mood. Better to leave for meditation.

T: Did you see that guy with the phone following us? I think he noted our weight settings.

Now it makes sense. Somebody is reporting on our capabilities.

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And I was an idiot. You do not need to walk to move on land. I am introducing „Dalek #1“ my first land combat servant. He is a hovercraft. I gave him a weapon. An iron spike on an appendage folded down on his flank I have imbued with mana. Basically he looks like a purple traffic cone on a meshed cylinder with an arm that can move in one degree of freedom and carries a spike instead of a hand. Have I mentioned that this is experimental?

And just to make this clear. I can use only one at a time. And the cooldown for switching to another one (30 minutes) begins when I deactivate the old one or it is destroyed. But I can have as many of them as fit in my storage space.

MONDAY

Fate is not nice to the newlywed forever. At 6:05 general combat alarm is triggered.

We assemble in the yard in full combat gear. Nobody can see that I am wearing purple socks and underwear. A leutenant pulls all four of us into a Stryker vehicle and we rush outside. A ship on the river is under attack and we are supposed to get the soldiers and the wizard off it. We have a report that they are fighting monster crocodiles.

On the site it is even worse the six legged crocodiles have support. Incorporal whirlwinds and blobs of mud are supporting them.