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Viktor ([personal profile] techmaturgy) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-02-12 06:32 am (UTC)

The principle of it is simple, especially for people like Jayce and Viktor, who have been working with magitech for years now. The Hexcore, as a conduit, channels arcane energies. The runic array--or in this case, the precise combination of arcana symbols on the Hexcore itself--determines the type of output, which then receives further instruction from the runes that Jayce has just inscribed on the "subject" (Viktor). By telling it exactly what to do and forcing it into the pre-written instructions, they should theoretically stave off any further interference.

Theoretically. This is the final step--the one that will put Viktor in direct contact with the device. Jayce pulls the lever and the Hexcore spins and reconfigures, blue-violet bands of light radiating from it.

All it needs now is the activation, the visceral connection between Viktor and the thing he built. He's already inoculated it with his own blood, back when they were experimenting on plants. Now, when told to look for it, the Hexcore recognizes it again, pulling it in, offering pure magic in exchange. The connection is made--the runes inscribed into Viktor himself.

He’s barely afforded an opportunity to react, though he manages a startled cry in the moment before it begins. Everything illuminates, the outlines of the cut runes glowing brightest, the Hexcore itself seeming to strain against its holding platform, one last attempt at a burst of magical energy before it’s constrained by the commands it has been given. Viktor seizes on the table, and it’s easy to see that without some kind of constitution-enhancing substance, the sheer force of the arcane forces channeled into him would be far too much for an ordinary human to withstand. Superfluous energy lashes out in wide lightning arcs, crackling against the walls and shelves, scattering papers and tools and leaving singed trails in its wake.

Then, all at once, it subsides. The Hexcore stops whirling and returns to its resting state, undulating gently as if it hadn’t just unleashed a torrent of barely-contained energy out into the room. Viktor’s hand slips from Jayce’s grasp as he falls backward, dazed, on the precipice of unconsciousness. In the incision, though he is most certainly too incoherent to notice, the telltale pink of healed tissue, the glow of the runes subsiding.

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