Echo//Wavemaster Lv.1
Vagrant AI

Temple of Arche Koeln

A misty orb slowly formed in the epicenter of the room. It wandered one direction, then another, as if unsure where to be. Then, slowly, it cascaded down like ash, and formed the avatar of a young wave master. Echo looked around the room almost dezedly.
      His eyes focused on nothing in particular, yet took fine note of everything they saw. He stood atop a crystal pedestal, which was encircled by a small mote of water. Fractured crystals peeked out of the smooth and still water.
     Beyond that, the floor walls, and every other detail was that of a smooth pristine room. The formations, and the way the walls seemed to cut into the room, reminded him breifly of a cave.
     Shifting his gaze this way and that, he looked down on another wavemaster. Dressed in ornate robes, and shuffling through numerous books and spells. He focused now on the piles of books.
      He stepped off the crystal pedastal, and down the small set of steps to where the mage had huddled himself. The low murmuring of the mage seemed vaguely familliar, like a language he had forgotten.
      Kneeling down, Echo looked over a scroll that had been carefully rolled out in front of the steps, the last of which he now stood on. Many symbols stuck out to him, and he reached his hand out, pointing towards a particular symbol.
      The mage then seemed to realize he was there, looking up with an aura of a manic man. He moved his mouth as if to reprimand him, but echo's somewhat muffled voice broke in."
      "This symbol.." He spoke simply, pointing at a particuarly intricate symbol comprised of three triangles encircling a wave design. "Is in the wrong place." He finished, as if he had forgotten what he had meant to say.

Echo//Wavemaster Lv.1
Vagrant AI

AREA WORDS

"Oh yes very true young man." The elder mage exclaimed happily. Looking down incredulously at his overlooked mistake. He went to reorganize the scrolls, when the steam gunner approached.
"Excuse me mister..Wavemaster." Came a vaguely familiar voice. Still bending, he glanced upwards to the familiar guise of Maximus. Straightening up, Echo gazed over almost dazedly at Maximus.
     He seemed a little riled up. The mage turned over casually to max, waving his hand. "No it's no trouble, this young man helped me solve a careless mistake." He replied, seeming to think Max was there to remove the younger wavemaster.
     To this, the steam gunner seemed to look disapprovingly at Echo. Observing quietly, the AI wondered what all of the fuss was about. Was this perhaps what it was to have a 'bad day?'


    "What are you doing here exactly?" Maximus asked the elder. Again, a distant memory seemed to play past his lips, but just as he was about to speak,
 Maximus put a hand up signaling that he wanted the Mage to tell him. Respecting his wishes, Echo turned his attention to the mage. He perked his ears intently, as if recording the words that followed.
    "Well young man, i am trying to save humanity from this black death of the shadow." He explained matter of factly.

"The only way is to swallow the pride our people cannot chew. We must pray for help." The steam gunner seemed apprehensive.

    "Pray?" he asked with an unbelieving air. Echo believed Maximus to be a little unreasonable. Disturbing mages at work, especially with such high levels of magic could become catastrophic. The elder continued as if speaking to a child.

    "Why yes my son, we must pray for the gods to aid us." The words rung true somewhere in his being. He continued to watch max, meeting his gaze as he looked over.
    "We're in the Temple of Arche Koeln arn't we?"
    The two mages seemed to speak as one.
    "You didnt know?" The mage stared incredulously at Maximus, the junior wavemaster.
     The mage turned around and began to start his spell now that he had found the key to his blunder.
    

Echo//Wavemaster Lv.2
Vagrant AI

Temple of Arche Koeln

The further they got to completing the circle they got, the more synchronized the two became. The junior AI elaborated briefly over where this knowledge came from. 
     To some extent, vague memories of the spells construction lay in his memory, but the source of the current flow seem to come from the NPC. He continued, allowing the NPC's influence to guide him as he looked over a mental file that now seemed to open and flash before his eyes.
     He stared blankly over a historic file of the temple of Arche Koeln, and the proceeding ritual. The scrolls ultimately wound up properly arranged and moved to the grand center of the pedastel at the center of the room. The NPC stood at the steps, the AI opposite him.
      The steam gunner seemed to watch with intrigue, and some sense of disregard. Before long, the symbols on the scattered scrolls began to glow a vibrant red, creating the shape of an alchemic circle. The glow from the circle seemed to make the room a bit brighter without shedding any true light.
     The junior AI watched with vague interest as the shape of the senior and the steam gunner seemed to slowly fade out before his vision. In it's place was a vision of plain white.

[Echo Gated Out]