Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-25073873-20170106155107

Aeorin nodded, and said "hmm, do you still have the plans for all the technology you created? I do not need you to remake it for us, but it will help a lot in aiding us in finding weaknesses. I realized something, though. Your firearms, which use those strange projectiles. They are very vulnerable to overheating and sparks. They explode."

"No matter how much it advances, I am sure technology can never supersede magic. Because technology has only ever increased the boundary of what is physically possible. Magic has crossed that boundary and violated it many times."

Aeorin seemed to focus, and said "is there more you can tell me? I do not need the technical information."

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Syaran sat down on the bed with Elisa...

"What is it?"

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Iori stood up and walked off for the rooms when she realized she had not taken off her shoes. That, and she noted that a maid had finished mopping up whatever was leftover from her shoes. Looking down for a moment, Iori tried a laugh as she pressed her fingers against each other, looking around.

The maid drew her sword and pointed it at Iori's face, frowning, saying "take of your shoes. They are not allowed inside. Non compliance will be met with force."

Noting how near the blade was to her nose, Iori closed her eyes ... and squealed in an extremely loud and high pitched manner, as she sat down on the floor. It didn't require persuasion for her to pull the boots off.