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The Least Common Denominator LXXXII.VI Applied Physics
The static-filled air continued to hum in the background as Ica's voice finally made its appearance heard after days of having my own thoughts be the only thing I heard inside my head. It wasn't much of a surprise anymore, but it was certainly still a strange feeling to hear my own voice and yet have no control over what it said to me inside my head.'You know you just called me strange in a roundabout way, right?'I rolled my eyes.You are strange, Ica, and nothing you will ever say will change that. You're a literal alter-ego inside my head with a complete mindscape to retreat to. I doubt anybody could ever say something like that with a straight face.'Never say something is impossible, Master,' Ica trilled at the back of my head. 'Lest you recall, you mocked old men with archaic ways of thinking back in the old worl
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIII.I Signal Processing
The advent of long-range communication was a game-changer for the entire world when it first became available. The telegraph, even with its hours-long delay made it possible to transmit messages from continent to continent within a fucking day, and that was unheard of at a time where ships and steamboats were still a thing. Come the world wars, and radios were used in everyday life to relay news, orders, battle tactics, and everything in between in practically real-time. Enemies that still had to rely on courier pigeons or some other primitive methods were literally left in the dust as troops moved as smoothly as the information that was relayed between the frontlines and the command center. In a sense, enemy movement didn't seem as blazing fast anymore if Command can swiftly respond with all of the pertinent information available to them. As such, I was hoping that having a literal working radio would make things go smoothly for our
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIII.II Signal Processing
Right, how do we go about actually storming a literal stronghold?"I guess we're going for the attack tonight?" Grigori chuckled."It's not like we have much of a choice," I sighed. "No other entrances. No hidden exits. We only have two out of four gates that we can choose from, and only four people to do it with. I'd be remiss if we actually thought we a have a chance at doing this with just pure muscle."I mean, sure, we had two Primes in the form of Arya and Grigori, but the palace already had one Prime in its midst, let alone any other reinforcement Prime that might come barreling down on us. Thinking that we can brute force our way in was practically suicide."I suppose I can try and do some scouting~" Arya shrugged with a smile. "We're not attacking until midnight, yes? I'll be back before then."
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIII.III Signal Processing
I couldn't believe it. I mean, I really couldn't. Livia missing something so basic... So.. steeped in common sense that I could hardly believe that I constantly called her a natural genius. Granted, I did the same stupid mistakes, but I expected better from her for crying out loud!*I-we... left it with the body...*My idiot sister's voice trailed off from the speaker. Even with the static, I could tell that she was starting to kick herself in the back for her massive oversight. I was still mad, but at least it gave me a few more seconds to get my head cooled off and focus on what's now.*S-sorry, Sis... I... I don't know why-*"Never mind that," I cut her off, knowing full well that she was about to spiral just as hard as I just did earlier. "Focus on the now. Is the body still available to you?"
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIV.I Geometrical Illusion
Sussy baka... Two words that haunted me since their inception for their meaning, or rather, nonmeaning. While I hated having to even think of these forbidden terms, my idiot internet brain just had to keep reminding me of the fact whenever I thought about infiltrating something using disguises. I mean, why? Why would my brain gravitate towards something so fucking stupid when there were better alternatives? Or better yet, why not just be productive and actually think of better ideas rather than linger on two words that don't have any significant meaning whatsoever beyond being a fucking meme?"What's wrong?""It's nothing," I let off a smile as I shook my head at my sister's worry. "It's just a stupid thought."A day had already passed, and yet we were still in the exact same place as yesterday. I had called off the raid, electing to wait for Livia
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIV.II Geometrical Illusion
As the carriage rumbled along its supposed path, I found myself running through the entire plan again one more time. It wasn't going to help much if it all comes crashing down, but it was still worth it to have some semblance of a framework in a scheme as complicated as Arya lined it out to be.With her and Anne still playing the messenger schtick, they'll go along deeper into the palace while Grigori will be stuck with the three of us as he's supposedly guided to a stable after bringing Arya to the palace's inner gates. At that point, we'll have about an hour before Arya supposedly finishes her task of getting to the council chambers. Still don't know what she meant by the council since she glossed over it so fast earlier, but I'll only assume that they knew how to fight enough that even the Lady Bloodmoon didn't want to risk a fight with them in her lonesome. This meant that we had to get there before s
The Least Common Denominator LXXXIV.III Geometrical Illusion
Opening the first door, I expected a lot of things. An enemy contingent. A possible stray guard. Even a lowly servant innocently doing their rounds. We had little to no information after this. We'll be literally winging the entire thing from this point forward. I held a breath as the ornate door slowly creaked open, revealing the same gaudy interior of the main lobby simply copy and pasted into what looked like a hallway. Peeking my head out from side to side, the seemingly endless corridor seemed to be empty, which prompted me to let out a small sigh of relief.What? It was perfectly normal to be afraid whenever you're sneaking into what amounts to the fucking Pentagon or White House in this world.I went through first, fully opening the door for the others, "C'mon..."Livia and Isaac followed my lead. Quietly stepping into uncharted waters, I mad
The Least Common Denominator Interlude XXXII: Phillipe
Phillipe never considered herself to be a political person. While it was true that a Denominator can never be expected to know politics, he didn't really care beyond being able to keep himself and the people he gave a shit about alive. So when Ruby started practically worshipping the ground their so-called Lady Crimson walked on, he took offense to it immediately. Why would someone like Ruby even like someone that blatantly lied to them about being a Den? Sure, the redhead actually somehow managed to prove that she was still one of them despite being a Numerator at the same time, but there was still the principle of the matter. Well, maybe the lady did manage to get them out of the death trap that was their Furnace, and gave them actual meals instead of scraps, and maybe even promised a future where they can live in peace without persecution...
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CV.V Cotangent
I don't even know what's happening anymore..."Huh... That looks far too complex even for you, Crimson," Phillipe snarked at my work. Technically Anne's as well, to be honest. "A square rune with that many parts? I don't think that'll work out in the long run.""You and me both," I rolled my eyes with the sarcasm of an overflowing dam. "Seriously, why are you here?""You're being annoying."I raised an eyebrow at the blunt delivery of his oh-so-important announcement. Giving him the best sarcastic inquisitive eyes I could muster, I let out a scoff as I began whatever this talk was going to end up as.'Right behind you there.'You always are, Ica. "And?"Phillipe smirked at me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, "You're wasting
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CV.IV Cotangent
"Let's go crazy..."With a borderline manic whisper, I let my imagination cut loose as my hand moved on its own. Traps within traps, earthen sigils meant to sprout at a moment's notice, the world was my oyster as the goodies slowly accumulated with each stroke of my charcoal.'Don't get too carried away, Master.'I know. I'm not dumb enough to overload the thing before it even came to fruition.And that was the biggest risk to such a massive array as well. With so many moving parts, any wrong line or overlapping rune will pretty much make the whole thing explode. I couldn't stress it enough, even to myself. Do not make this thing more complicated than it already is.'And yet here you are having fun with it.'Don't test me, Ica. Or maybe I'll just assert me being
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CV.III Cotangent
Fiiiineee... You win, my precious Ica.The stuttering that ensued at the back of my head was like a soothing tune as I looked over my work. The communication arrays were gonna stay, as would the Essence storage runes at strategic parts of the palace grounds. Hmmm.... Wouldn't the communication arrays be two-way anyway? So why even bother with surveillance runes like last time?My hand moved to remove the minor additions I added on the dirt parts of the grounds, leaving me with more space to work with in terms of... well... anything, really. What kind of runes would even work on shaky ground? Dirt couldn't hold anything beyond the basic types of runic arrays. Anything more complex than a three-layered circuit would blow up instantly from the strain. I could maybe run- wait... why not just do that?The charcoal streaked across the outskirts of the pa
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CV.II Cotangent
*ruummbbllee...*The sound of a sputtering engine echoed from behind me as I drew up yet another set of circles on the board. While I kind of put the general purpose of the massive multi-circuit array at the back of my head, I really should try and solidify that stuff properly before making the main control array, shouldn't I...'Good thing you remembered that, Master.'I grumbled through the dull pain I was feeling at my knees as I focused myself back on the doodle that was supposed to be a defense system for the palace grounds. It was far too small of a circle, now that I thought about it. The size of the drawing did little to help me ascertain the types of circuits that I drew on it in the first place. Squinting even further, it felt as if I was reading my own handwriting from how jumbled and nonsensical it all looked with hindsight.
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CV.I Cotangent
Plans upon plans upon plans. I feel like I'm repeating myself whenever I say that I'm obsessed about things going right, and if not, to have plans to be able to properly react to the failure. Fool-proofing something small was easy. Doing it again for something on the scale of a war, however, was a completely different beast. The number of variables at play, hundreds to even thousands of moving parts to look over and take into account. The time, the weather, morale, even individuals that might have other ideas and could stray from the plans put into place... It was so much to think about that hours or even days of pouring over the relevant information wouldn't be enough to take everything into account into one's plans. And even if you think you somehow managed to achieve this impossibility, there will always be something so monumentally out of left field that could just absolutely destroy any and all plans along with its sub plans and
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Interlude XXXIX: Grigori
GRIGORI⬛⬛⬛*RRRRRUUUMMBBLLEEEE!!!! RRRRUUMMBBLEEEE!!!*"What's wrong, Lord Stone?! Finally getting tired in your old age?!"Grigori grumbled in annoyance as he found himself standing his ground in his self-made fortress. Truth be told, the former Prime expected his fight to be over over ten minutes ago. However, he severely underestimated his enemies' hidden tenacity and downright stubbornness."I'm just getting started, kid!" he boisterously replied. "I'm far from being done!"Still, even as he said those words, Grigori was beginning to feel more tired than he initially expected. His reserves were starting to run dry from the constant back and forth that the combined forces of Lords Breeze and Inferno were throwing at him. And that's not to mention the current
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CIV.IV Transistor
OLIVIA⬛⬛⬛"So Lord Iron truly took care of the problem?"Olivia held her breath as she found herself taking in the state that the young Num was just found in. Broken, battered, and bleeding all over, Tesla had clearly taken a beating of a lifetime as her head lolled in her unconscious state, her face marred with cuts and bruises as her white hair was stained brown with dried blood."Damn... I guess the ranking in the Prime Thirteen's not a joke, huh...""Lord Iron's the Sixth, after all. Lady Static's the Thirteenth...""Fuck..." Olivia swore under her breath, her teeth gnashing as she watched the Imperials gawk at her fallen friend. "How the hell do I get her out of there safely..."The warrior Den tuned everything out as she focused on the unenviabl
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CIV.III Transistor
OLIVIA⬛⬛⬛*c..crackle....*The faint sound of electricity seemed to crackle from the distance as Olivia stood in the middle of her self-made carnage. The lack of common sense that she was witnessing honestly made her feel more irritated than amused as she slowly walked towards the panicking commander. Olivia had places to be, and possibly someone to save depending on whether or not Tesla could somehow relay to her that she was okay."No matter," she sighed. "You idiots wouldn't understand, I guess.""No!-"*SLASH!*With a quick step, the commander didn't even stand a chance. His sword fell with an unceremonious clang onto the ground as his head rolled off his neck like a piece of meat. Olivia didn't flinch as the idiot's terrified fa
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CIV.II Transistor
OLIVIA⬛⬛⬛*CRACKLE! CRACKLE! KRAKATHOOM!*Olivia ran through the streets of Mathema like a woman possessed. Wreaking havoc across every Imperial contingent she came across, lightning followed her path as she relied on Tesla's ever-encompassing presence to deal massive damage on the enemy while despite being outnumbered by at least a hundred to one. She knew that Her Sister would no doubt disapprove of her current tactics, but if it worked, then why bother changing it?"If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?"*KRAKATHOOM!*"AAHHH!!!!""IT BURNS!"With a smile on her face and blood on her blade, Olivia uttered her Sister's own words out loud as a reminder. Lightning crackled behind her, screams of her fallen enemies saturat
