Nabjax Pactor's Story

Time - 5:15
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

Mr. Pactor had been outside, looking in on the explosive experiments. Grinning, he slid in through the creaking doors of the abandoned factory. He selected a small open area near the door and set his mesh-mosh of a briefcase down on it. Inserting the capped end of his pen into one of the many locks on the side it popped open into several smaller compartments. He mumbled to himself gleefully as he sorted through some of the more raw contents. Twirling his pen in his left hand a trickle of reddish-gray mist shot out of his case and formed a cloud around the spinning pen. "A little vinculum..." It was followed by a glitter of deep green that blended into the cloud. "A dash of permutatio..." Trailing behind it was a beam of cool blue light. "And a little cognito to tie it all together." When it collided with the little cloud around the pen the whole thing flashed white and settled into a dull gray ball of smoke. Pactor grinned and tapped the pen on the table. The smoke was sucked in through the back of the pen, and the nib glowed gray with the spell. From another compartment of the case he pulled out a long scroll of paper and placed in down on the table. Pactor placed the pen on the paper on it's tip and the pen stayed upright in balance. He spun the pen on it's tip and it continued as though it were a top, scrawling across the paper and writing a detailed, fine-print contract in glistening black ink. Pactor chuckled. That never got old. When the pen was done it stopped glowing and fell over. He snatched it up and filed the contract away with the label number 61F.

Time - 5:16
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

Adion began to pull the crystals out of the now empty tanks when one of his machines began to smoke. After a quick look, he knew what was wrong. Someone was burning a rather absurd amount of essentia in a very small amount of time. He would have to do something about that.

By the time the door to Adion's lab puffed a thick black smoke out of the door. The essentia burned man stood in said doorway without as little as a cough. He was so used to getting hit with raw essentia that his body had an immunity to its harsh effects. Then Adion saw the pen stop spinning. Magic ink. Of course. It tended to cause a lot of magical backfire for nearby essentia machinery.

Adion approached the sleazy looking old man, with the smoke backdropping his tall figure. "Do you know how bad your magic ink is for machinery, pal." Adion said, making sure that his revolver was ready to fire. He may not have been intimidating, but it was obvious that Adion was better than Nabjax in both magic and combat.

Time - 5:17
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

A quick survey of the man in front of him told Nabjax it was a battle he'd best not fight. He pulled a calming grin and bowing slightly made his apology. "Dreadfully sorry, my friend", he tucked his pen behind his ear, "I really should be more careful, shouldn't I? I'm sure I've made quite a mess of your..." he looked over Adion's shoulder at the locking door, "...laboratory. So then, if you need anything from me to make up for it. Give me a call." He whipped out an acid-green business card between his fingers and held it out to Adion.

Time - 5:18
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

Adion took the business card. Of course, a man writing contracts in magic ink. Such an abuse of magic that Adion almost wanted to bring this to Xip. They stuck with the idea that magic should not be used to manipulate minds or in any publicly discoverable manner. However, Adion doubted that this man didn't have a good amount of the money that traveled through the magical market.

"You better hope that you didn't break anything." Adion spoke, in not the nicest tone.

Time - 5:19
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

Mr. Pactor was a little worried about the look Adion gave his card. But he seemed safe enough as the magic user pocketed his card. Pactor quite smoothly removed a black Pyramide cigar from his shirt pocket and rubbed it into the red residue of ignis on the work table. The end started smoldering and soon lit. He gripped it lazily between his teeth. He pulled his lips into a contented smile as Adion talked. When Pactor spoke it was accompanied by a light ring of green smoke. "Oh. Oh, I do. Believe me." Pactor was a little afraid of the fighter, but if he was going to do something he would have by now. He tapped his brief case with his pen and it folded up and snapped shut. "I'll just be on my way then. Wouldn't want to interfere with anything else, would I?" He nodded and turned to leave.

Time - 5:20
Date - August 12, 2018
Location - The Abandoned Factory

Adion watched as Pactor left. The damage that was done to his machines was obviously not anything permanent. It would just take a while for the machines to burn off the essentia that was flowing through the air at the moment. Adion walked back to his lab and turned on the fan, which would put the smoke in the sealed area that was the attic of the building. He then retrieved his dulls and went about the rest of his night in the factory doing various tasks.