"So, how're things coming along?" Gilgamesh asked, stepping in with a plate of sandwiches and a side salad, a 'Kiss the Cook' apron over his armor.
Amnesia gestured towards a massive pile of armor, "Well enough. That reminds me," he unsheathed a strange sword and tossed it to Gilgamesh. "Try it out." He crossed his arms.
Gilgamesh examined the blade. “Nicely made. Simple, yet effective,” he muttered as he twirled the sword in his fingers. “Feels good in the hand, nice grip.” He threw the blade up and caught in the guard, balancing it on one finger. “Perfectly balanced,” he continued before tossing it up again and catching it. He then looked around and picked up a wooden chair. “Let’s test it’s edge,” he said as he pulled his arm back.
“Be careful, it tends to-” he watched as Gilgamesh sliced a hole through the world and a Displaced token flew out, “do that.”
“Well… that’s unexpected,” Gilgamesh thought aloud. “What’s that?” he asked noticing the token, which looked like an pistol.
“Not sure,” Amnesia picked it up and he and Gilgamesh heard a woman’s voice, I am Abigail Grecia, Mercenary of a Thousand Swords, Gun-Slayer, and the General of the Celestial Army, call upon me in times of need and I shall help. May Madness be with you. Amnesia’s eyes went wide. “Now that’s interesting.”
“Be careful. I’ve met others whose words have power, and I can tell the way that she said ‘Madness’ that this is one of them. Though honestly, I’m used to that word being ‘Understanding.’” Gilgamesh warned. “Still, that doesn’t mean this Abigail is a bad person, just watch your step.”
Amnesia snickered. “Actually, Madness is a name. You remember that Displacer I told you about? Yeah, that’s her other name.” Amnesia aimed the pistol into the hole before reaching down and switching its ammo with his own cartridge. He pointed it straight at the hole and fired. As soon as the bullet hit the tear, it closed. “Ha! They work!”
The two were interrupted by a woman in a maid’s uniform appearing in the room. “Who called?” she demanded.
“... Think non-sexy thoughts, think non-sexy thoughts, think non-sexy thoughts,” Gilgamesh muttered under his breath as he tried to pull his gaze away from the new arrival.
Amnesia rolled his eyes and offered a hand to Abigail, “I’m Amnesia, a blacksmith, and this is Gilgamesh. We’re in his world. I take it you’re Essence’s Displaced?”
Abigail nodded, “Yes. May I ask why you called?”
"Hey, he called, not me. Although I am currently try to supply and train a military to keep this world from getting destroyed. Any kind of product or service you can offer?" Gilgamesh asked.
Abigail gave a bored look and looked over at Amnesia, “Is he serious?” She sighed, “I’m a Merc. You buy service.”
Amnesia winced, “If that’s the case, I’ll pay. Anything specific you want?”
Abigail tilted her head, “Bullets, a cloak, and…”
"A sword?" Gilgamesh suggested, holding up the blade.
Abigail nodded, “Sure. I’ll take a sword.”
Amnesia nodded, “I can get anything you need as for the cloak… One sec.” He aimed the gun at the wall, it tore a hole, and he reached inside and pulled out a bunch of cloth. “Cool. That worked. I’ll make the cloak. Give me a second.”
The cloth began to glow and disappeared before a decent length cloak appeared. “Here.” He tossed it to her.
She caught it and put it on. “This’ll do.” The cloak had the same model look as Quantum-Phoenix Blue from Destiny.
"Sweet. Oh, Amnesia, do I have to worry about my soldiers cutting open holes in reality with every swing? Because that could get in the way," Gilgamesh asked.
“No. That was a test, the real swords are right here,” he picked one up from the floor and tossed it to Gilgamesh. “Test it but be careful.”
Gilgamesh gave it a quick swipe in the air, only for a blade of wind to extend several feet away from it and cut a gash into the wall. The warrior blinked for a few moments, processing what happened, before turning back to Amnesia.
“Once again, was that the sword or was that me?” he asked.
“The sword,” Amnesia grabbed another one, “The metal so sharp this is about as dull as it will go for now.”
Abigail’s eyes followed both swords and as he swung, she kept an eye on it. “Does mine do that?”
“No, it cuts the fabric of reality,” Amnesia answered matter-of-factly.
"I'm gonna need to change my training regiment for these new weapons," Gilgamesh muttered. "So, how's the armor doing?"
“I’m around, oh, 400,000 in, give or take a couple thousand,” he answered, turning around and tossing a few more pieces into the pile.
"You're taking into account the different body types too, right? Also, is there any way for us to repair or reforge them? I mean we already proved they're not indestructible, and it would be really inconvenient if we couldn't maintain them."
“I’m going to put a repair spell into the gems. It’ll only work a few times some I’m making a bunch with just repair spells,” Amnesia gestured to a pile of amulets, “The body types are easy enough, I just think of the type of armor they would need and presto.”
“Perfect. Now, maybe you’d like to take a break? I made this meal for the both of us, and you’ve still got a lot more armors to make. The griffons alone number a little of one million,” he said gesturing to sandwiches and salad he had set down. He then turned to Abigail. “You’re welcome to take part as well.”
Abigail nodded, “I’ve been paid so I’ll join until I’m dismissed.” She put her hand up in a salute. “What are your orders, Commander Gilgamesh, sir?”
Amnesia just shrugged, “As long as you’ve got enough gems and leather. If need be, I can call another Displaced when you can’t risk anymore. I will have you know, Rubies, Sapphires, and Emeralds work the best for spells, despite that, they actually have better attributes with different spells, care to hear what they are?”
“Please do,” Gilgamesh answered before turning to Abigail, “And your orders are to enjoy yourself until I ask for something more important.”
Abigail nodded, while Amnesia grabbed a Ruby, “Okay. Rubies tend work best with destruction type spells,” the Ruby lit up, “They also hold a fair amount of magic before they go dim. The others do this to, however, Rubies, when magic is used nearby, absorb small quantities until they fill back up,” he picked up an Emerald, “these work great for healing and enhancement spells,” and he picked up a Sapphire, having put the other two down, “Sapphires work great for restoration of non-living things and minor telekinesis. As you can see here,” he laid down the Sapphire and picked up one of the amulets, “I am layering them, allowing three to six spells a gem. All I have to do is charge them, which reminds me,” he turned to Gilgamesh, “Have you got a source for mass amounts of magic?”
Gilgamesh started for a second, processing everything he was hearing, before answering. “Um, no, not really. The Elements of Harmony are back with the Tree of Harmony, and the Crystal Heart is busy doing it’s thing back in the Empire, so nothing really available,” he answered.
“Hmm… That may be a problem, any ideas?” Amnesia said, “Some kind of, grand quest?”
“Well… this may be time to run one of my more… controversial ideas by the rest of the leaders. See, I don’t know about your version, but this version of Equestria has gems out the wazoo, which is good because your spells seem to require them. But, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t require a lot of manpower… or in this case, dogpower.”
Amnesia waved a hand dismissively, “Let’s figure that out, otherwise I can just go through this if they disagree,” he gestured to the large book he had tossed Gilgamesh.
"Uh, what's that?"
“Book of Displaced, gives me information on all of them,” Amnesia said, picking it up.
“I have one as well, got it from Essence,” Abigail said.
“Yeah,” Amnesia tapped the book, “Now you’ve got one. Whenever you get a Token, say the name and open it up. For instance,” Amnesia grabbed his copy, “Abigail Grecia, was it?”
“Yes, thanks to Essence,” the gender-swapped soldier muttered under her breath.
“Abigail Grecia,” Amnesia said before opening the book to a page with the woman in front of them on it. After a moment of reading, Amnesia looked up at Abigail, “And I thought my looks were unlucky…”
“Tell me about it,” Abigail muttered darkly. “I’m somewhat used to it by now but…"