Any sufficiently analysed magic is indistinguishable from SCIENCE! – RecklessPrudence
(#00294)
“This thing is full of crystals… and silver wire… is that a bird feather?”
“Can you fix it?”
“At this point, I can’t even tell what’s broken.” She tapped a crystal and noted a musical chime. Also that some connected crystals illuminated from within. “Hmnh…”
“That was an expensive noise…”
“I think I can figure it out in an hour… Give me two to try, anyway. If I can’t fix it, I can at least isolate plausible causes of error.”
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“You improved it?”
“Once you figure out the rule set, the rest is golden. And speaking of gold, did you know that some of your golden augments were iron pyrite forgeries? Iron and magecraft don’t mix, you know. I cleared out the salt and smudged it, just in case. And I found this little darling in your dimensional matrix.” She indicated an iron cage beset with wards, where a grade one Imp sat chewing a chicken bone. “Dunno how useful or useless it is, so I contained it.”
The mage boggled. “That’s amazing. Those bloody Elves kept trying to add surcharges… Talking about getting parts from Tanigushema.”
“Sold you the gold augments?”
“Those bastards!”
“Yup,” she cleaned the gunk off her hands. “Never trust a repair place where they make the most business out of spare parts.”
The mage gave quite a significant tip.
But what the hell was she going to do with six wishes?
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