Keyanna stopped walking and thought for a bit to correct herself, “Well, Building is a thing. It’s just not an official Talent Set, more of a side skill.”
AD7 stopped just as she reached Keyanna trying to think of a good reason her favorite Talent Set would disband. None came to mind. Building was never the strongest of Talent Sets. It was mostly used to surprise opponents with tricky gadgets or aid those that lacked fighting skill. AD7 enjoyed planning her machines and seeing what she could do with the gadgets.
She only used what she built to create wonderful cities and tower style defenses. Of course, the only real limit was what the Builder knew how to build. With eyes wide and mouth open she couldn’t believe what she had just learned. Her Talent Set, what she used to define herself for all her life was no more, “But… Why?”
Keyanna stood at the entrance to the Talent Square and scratched her head awkwardly looking at the mossy ground. She wanted to think of a good answer other than the obvious reason AD7 was famous, or infamous. She finally gave up and spoke her way around the issue, “I’m not really sure exactly what happened. I wasn’t around. I do remember something about it causing problems.”
AD7 listened intently and thought. Unsafe? That was possible if someone abused machines, it would cause problems. Regardless of what she thought of her favorite Talent Set, it was gone now. She had to choose another one or come up with something close to it.
“All the old designs were destroyed,” Keyanna continued, “only a few plans have survived.” She glanced at AD7 and started walking.
AD7 followed Keyanna suddenly realizing why she was so important to Pure in Sanity. She was the only one that still had plans for the old style machines. Granted, they were buried somewhere in her mind, but she used them before they were never really forgetten.
The two ladies looked into the Talent Square and its restless activity as they passed. There were a few targets made of wood in the center of the square. Most were broken, burning or otherwise destroyed. Champions continued to strike at their remains though. Other Champions sparred in the open field.
There were two sparring Champions that seemed out of place. While lacking none of the fighter’s spirit, they were far less talented than others. Their clumsy attacks and awkward movements made AD7 giggle a bit. She could only imagine herself as one of them when she started training.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted you before,” Keyanna said beginning to meander towards the equipment sellers, “We really are happy that the two of you decided to help us. But we’ll have to act fast to get your friend out of Rubin’s Trail.”
AD7 followed Keyanna taking the hint of their next destination. The two of us, she thought. AD7’s mind went back to the hanger entrance. Was she talking about that guy? He was kind enough but something about the way he looked at her was just plain creepy. “No. It’s perfectly fine.” The way AD7 spoke said more than her words could have. She was quite happy to be away from Cyd.
“I thought so,” Keyanna smiled as she spoke. Looking at AD7’s clothes and the fact that she had no possessions, Keyanna decided to start with the basics, “We’ll need some good equipment for you.”
AD7 followed Keyanna’s gaze to her clothes. She was still wearing the simple brown shirt and pants from the Rejuvenation Center. She picked that particular shirt for the fitting dark humorous message. The words “I Live Again” were printed in bold letters on the front while “Why is everyone older” was printed on the back.
The clothes did their job well enough, but she’d need a bit more if she was going to survive an adventure, “Sure, where are we going?”