John picked up the jar. It was filled with a whitish-blue liquid. Turning it in his hands, it moved really slowly, betraying a high viscousity. Observe hopefully would give a little more info.
Ectoplasm
The remains of a ghost, a concentrated mass of magical energy. Can be consud to restore 10 MP instantly or be used in crafting.
“Nice.” John said.
“Whaddaya an ‘nice’. What is even happening?”
John looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “You an dropping items is not normal?” In a world where people could access monsters by creating pocket dinsions everywhere, loot didn’t feel that out of place.
“NO!” Rave shouted, “Ya moron, okay, wait, I need to explain this...” It was amusing to John to see her this flustered. He really needed that explanation though.
“So, these Ghosts are made from lingering regrets, in other words the mana of the deceased, you understand that?” John nodded. “Great, so, when ya Fateweaver people get access to monsters it… I don’t even know how it works exactly. Sothing about just borrowing the energy for Gaia’s flow, or whatever. Now think about it: Where does that item co from?”
That explanation was a ss and a half, but he gleaned enough of its content to understand what she was getting at. “You are telling my ability, without any cost on my part, created a magical item out of thin air.”
Rave nodded intensely. “You know how many people would kill for that? Monster drops are rare, Gar. Usually ya gotta be the first to stumble over a Natural Barrier to get them. Instead, Gaia just throws the stuff at you, lucky bastard.” The insult was delivered in a cheeky tone. “Now show what ya got.”
“Y-you already s-saw, right?” he stamred. ‘For the love of… just stop it!’ he told himself. ‘Everything I want to say cos out so terribly!’
Rave rolled her eyes, “Okay, walked right into that one… now can ya tell ?”
“It says it’s Ectoplasm, I can restore mana with it or do so crafting with it.” John explained what Observe had revealed to him.
“How much mana?” Rave asked.
“10… not that much,” John put the jar into his inventory.
“Ya do sothing so interesting, but it produces sothing so borin’.” She sighed and turned back to the mist.
“We could keep rolling on the loot table. Or we could just get more,” John suggested. Sure 10 wasn’t that much, but if he could get several of those jars he could keep Possession up for longer. Speaking of Possession his mana was about halfway drained now. He decided to keep it running until his MP depleted. Rave was giving him that much safety. ‘Still haven’t tested the Mana Power Attack,’ he realized. ‘So many things are happening all at once…’
“Alright, let’s keep cutting through these things then,” Rave decided. “I wanna see what happens when I level up.”
And so the techno lover kept killing ghosts and the Gar kept walking behind her. They both had fun. She because she got to keep fighting, and he because he got to watch her bubble butt jiggle and tense. Staring felt less awkward after what they had done earlier. The only tis his eyes left her was when he picked up the additional Loot. There was another Ectoplasm and a talisman.
Talisman of Lesser Pity
A useless piece of silver. Looks nice though.
‘Probably worth a bit too.’ The implications of that were very interesting. If his Innate Ability kept producing things he could sell in the mundane world, then that ant he could make an inco. If he could make an inco, would he ever need to go back to school? With that exciting possibility in mind, he put the talisman into his inventory as well.
Possession didn’t get another level while they kept going. While the Skill did not, the Skill user did.
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