Shattering Humanity-Chapter 469: BuzzBombBlasters & SeiõrSmithing

"For the creation eagerly waits with anticipation for God’s sons to be revealed.

For the creation was subjected to futility—not willingly, but because of him who subjected it—in the hope that the creation itself will also be set free from the bondage to decay into the glorious freedom of God’s children.

For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together with labor pains until now.

Not only that, but we ourselves who have the Spirit as the firstfruits—we also groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for adoption, the redemption of our bodies." -Romans 8:19-23

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{MamMon’s Apartments}

In the basement dentist office, MaMmon DæMon exits the section containing examination rooms, followed by the infatuated dentist himself.

With everyone else of her possé having left, the waiting room is empty, and silent.

Holliday: "And that’s it!

Your mouth is in perfect condition and beautifully healthy, Ms. Guardian Angel. Just like the face around it."

Unfazed by the charming compliment, the Queen of Erinyes territory lifts the hood to the Money Tree cloak over her blonde haired head.

MaMmon DæMon: "As I have already told you Dr. Holliday, your attempts at swooning me are not only futile but also disrespectful to my beloved husband."

Blushing from her response, the otherwise charismatic dentist chuckles and scratches his cheek in embarrassment before spilling out his true feelings.

Holliday: "I-I’m sorry, Ms. Guardian Angel.

It’s just..."

He pauses, which makes the last remaining patient turn to look at him.

Holliday: "I just wanted to say, thank you.

Not only for saving me from New Dodge, but if that bean you gave me did cure my tuberculosis, I get to live a healthy, less chaotic life again..."

With a few tears stuck in his eyes and a wide smile on his face, the dentist holds his hand out in an innocent handshake offering.

MaMmon looks down at his clean and thumb-less hand.

She reaches out with golden painted nails, and grips her new colleague’s sign of friendship.

MaMmon DæMon: "Your sanguinity is all I expected in return.

Do know, you will have more patients sooner than later.

There are going to be a few soldiers living amongst these apartments for the next few days and who knows how long some have been living with tooth and jaw issues."

She breaks the handshake and turns for the exit leading into the dark apartment complex basement.

She opens the door and before leaving, the DæMon woman chuckles to herself inside her hood.

MaMmon DæMon: "It really is an anomalous location for an orthodontist."

Closing the door behind her, the twin DæMon makes her way across the basement and up the corkscrew staircase.

Once at the top step, at ground level, the keen ears of MaMmon hear what sounds like fireworks being launched, followed by an explosion and a finally short quake.

Curious, but not concerned, the powerful witch pushes open the screen door leading outside and raises an eyebrow.

Nomad: "That’s enough, Buzz!

What the Hell did you make this time anyway?!?"

Buzz: "Auntie!

Gimmie my BuzzBlaster back!

Careful! Don’t let that glass tip break!

The large, muscular female soldier who’s also the Aunt to Erinyes’ new inventor, is holding what looks like a crossbow above her head, out of reach from her struggling niece.

Different from the typical medieval weapon, there is a glass tip to the loaded projectile bolt. The eye catching feature to the newest brainchild is a forest green and orange chaotic electrical energy trapped within the tiny glass jar.

A few yards away, Poppy, the newest assistant to the tiny and creative mind is sporadically spraying three separate areas in the open field with the retardant foam of a fire extinguisher.

Buzz, with her Eyelien active at 2nd Stage, a yellow aura turning to purple, pouts and puffs her cheeks as she gives up trying to get back her creation. Falls to the ground on her butt, folding her arms. Unable to get her dangerous toy back from her caretaker.

Walking over, the leader to Erinyes looks at the new invention and instead of using her Nye-omnipotency to decipher the answers, she inquires on a breakdown of the weapon.

MaMmon DæMon: "I see you all have been busy ever since we split up earlier this afternoon."

She looks at the small scorched patches of grass being attended to by the timid but caring new member.

MaMmon DæMon: "May I ask, what you have pulled from the Æther this time, Tiny Tinker?"

Happy to oblige in explaining her most recent designed machine, the sneaky, child-sized innovator navigates quietly behind her distracted Aunt and snatches the "crossbow". Her alien symbiote back to releasing a pink, lovable aura.

Holding it up above her head, the creator proudly details her work.

Buzz: "Introducing the BuzzBombBlaster!

With my previous work, the SunSwords, being humanity’s tool against the smaller variants of Icemen, this new weapon is designed to combat against those giants ones.

Its fired bolts explode into three separate flames, covering their target."

She points at the glass container holding the green/orange electrical energy within.

Buzz: "I managed to insert small amounts of my own blood’s plasma proteins into these glass casings. Then, with a new SeiõrSpell, I managed to create a humanized impermeable plasma within these glass tips you provided me."

Slightly intrigued, the DæMon crosses her arms with an eyebrow raised.

MaMmon DæMon: "You know SeiõrSpells now, do you?"

Buzz confidently nods accompanied with a ’Hmph. Hmph.’

Buzz: "That’s how I managed to apply the alloy of platinum and tungsten metals to create the original SunSwords.

Usually, heated metal is more malleable, but because of my designed use of Seiõr, my children stay intact in their original mold."

The enthusiastic attitude of the black and teal haired symbiote host visibly disappears.

Her active Eyelien aura goes from pink to a sad blue while remembering her cherished time in Roronora City under the rule of Don Laban.

Successfully having put out the test blasts, Poppy quietly approaches the conversation with an empty red extinguisher.

Buzz: "Just being given all the physical materials the world has to offer isn’t enough to save humans."

She looks at her own hands.

To both Poppy and MaMmon’s surprise, the inventor’s tiny hands become covered in bright orange/pink Seiõr. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Buzz: "That was told to me by the Don Laban DaeMon herself.

It felt awesome being praised by someone I saw as a big sister, when I could accomplish feats with Seiõr even she couldn’t do."

Knowing how incompetent her younger half sister actually is with the universal energy, MaMmon rolls her eyes.

Buzz: "She promoted me as the ’Head of AIG Designer & Engineer’ of Roronora City.

With that, I was able to learn more about Seiõr from her wife, Madame Zoram.

She taught me how to conjure SeiõrSpells with deep emotions."

Listening intently, MaMmon silently listens while mentally making note of the story details.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *Everything checks out so far...*

Buzz: "Almost instantly, I learned how to strengthen combined metal alloys by strain hardening the gaps with a SeiõrSpell, but I call it ’SeiõrSmithing’."

Amused by the terminology, MaMmon chuckles.

MaMmon DæMon(chuckles): "Of course you did."

Not hearing the fasicious comment, Buzz continues with the origins of the SunSword.

Buzz: "With that, I was able to also create their toaster-like HeatHolsters with solar energy and thus, the first AIG was born.

We manufactured versions of the Don Laban’s flaming sword and over time, the stronger my experience with SeiõrSmithing, the more advanced versions of my children were being born."

Listening to her niece, Nomad knows her genius family member is going through a rough time remembering the good times she left behind, in order to save her.

Less empathetic to the little woman retelling her tale, the leader of the group

MaMmon DæMon: "I understand your ’neuro-deficiency’, but if it’s not too much trouble to get back on track to your most current Æther discovery. How exactly did you separate the plasma from your own blood and what purpose does that specific resource serve?"

As if she had been in on the process, Poppy shuffles in place nervously, wondering if she should speak up and intervene.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *Not using my Nye-omnipotency to figure out the truth is curing my boredom, but the process of learning from these barely functional nutcases makes me realize why I never do.*

Poppy: "Um, I-I..."

Remembering a more recent fun time with her new boss who is unenthusiastic to answer, Poppy proves how they accomplished the somewhat simple science experiment.

In an adorable fashion, the black haired girl quickly spins her arms in large circles, bobbing her knees up and down.

Poppy: "2,000 rotations per minute...

For 15 minutes..."

Nomad smiles at the shy girl’s cute attempt to replicate Buzz’s chaotically good energy.

MaMmon DæMon: "I see.

So you used centripetal force to separate blood cells from the plasma itself."

Buzz taps right below her active IceEye and explains her discovery.

Buzz: "When I used my power to discover the next step in the process of completing my new child, my own body, Auntie’s, and Pop-Pop’s body glowed."

MaMmon looks back at the low emotional innovator and continues questioning the tiny woman.

MaMmon DæMon: "So you used this SeiõrSmithing technique on your separated plasma to cause explosions?"

Buzz shakes her head and she looks at her hands, once more covering her appendages in an orange/pink version of the universal energy.

Buzz(sighs): "No. When I’m smithing to strengthen materials that would otherwise shatter or bend, I need to constantly imagine exactly how tough my child should be. The longer I can focus, the more effective both techniques can be."

She stares at the glass tipped bolt from the propulsion device.

With her symbiote, the girl examines the clear container in her Seiõr changing hands.

The orange/pink SeiõrSpell changes to green/orange, matching the energy in the glass.

Buzz: "But to conjure what I have here in these contained plasma blasts from human proteins, I had to pray."

Poppy seems joyfully relieved at the confession to her new little friend’s inner emotions.

Being the cognoscenti on the capabilities and boundaries of Seiõr, the DæMon leader is still skeptical.

MaMmon DæMon: "...’Pray’?

May I ask who you are praying to?"

Buzz(shrugs): "I don’t know really.

All I do know is, I have to be alone, in a quiet place, and I pray that my dedicated work ethic will lead me to success and mostly, that my children will not become a weapon, but a tool in saving humanity.

Weapons are used for destruction, but tools are used for construction."

With her heart touched by the metaphorically beautiful explanation towards her invention, the tough aunt stiffens her upper lip and turns around to hide her sappy emotions.

Nomad(sobbing): "Oh BuppBupp, that’s so God damn cuuuute!"

Unable to accept the answer, MaMmon finally uses her Nye-omnipotency to understand the truth. To her chagrin however, everything explained out loud is what the Scandinavian witch sees with her ’all knowing ability’.

MaMmon DæMon(thinking): *She’s not lying.

Not being able to read her mind, I can’t confirm whether or not her ’prayer’ method is true.

It seems this bite sized woman is a natural Seiõr savant, despite having no Völva or Valkyrie background.*

She looks over at Buzz’s well defined, back turned Aunt and narrows her blue eyes in thought.

Poppy: "Uh...um, earlier when you were telling me about yourself, you said one of the benefits to your eye ability is, it can figure out how to fix whatever you focus on. Everything except people."

Both Buzz and MaMmon look at the sweet girl saved from New Dodge trying to fix her new friend/mentor’s mood.

Poppy: "Now that you’ve explained exactly how you made your amazing inventions, I think that’s beautiful irony."

Not pressing the issue any further, a soft laugh escapes MaMmon before she starts walking away from the group towards the center forest.

MaMmon DæMon: "Thank you all for your dedication, and make sure you prepare as many rounds of your newest discovery as possible without harming yourselves.

Our side will need them in tomorrow’s Holmgang."

Poppy: "Wait!

Where are you going, Ms. Queen?"

Without missing a step, she answers while adding distance between her and the engineering group.

MaMmon DæMon: "I have a few more promises to keep before the day ends, and I’d rather not cause any reason for my useful allies to lose an ounce of faith in me."