Before anything happens, a Radvessel is purchased for 2,000 Credits! The Skillpoint Softcap rises by 1, to a total of 13.

Daskter: +3 MHP -1 INT. Trait and special edited. Sage Robes equipped. Decaying Light equipped. Aeternalis Ribbon hard-rejected, as that seems pretty darn illegal.
Venia: -1 MHP. +Anomalous. Special rotated.
Crya: Hailstorm equipped, then Hailstorm levelled to LVL 2.
Lukas: Respec. +1 Anomalous. "If you hit 10 Anomalous, I'm banning you from respeccing."
Bow Kid: +3 SPC, -1 INT. -Loaded Spellbook. Hidden Flow / Flux levelled to LVL 2. Mirror Image and Deep Thinking equipped. A TRIPLE-CRAFT is then activated! A total of a Lightswitch, 6 Puresilk, the Hat Kid Plushie Comm, 2 Amphi Aura Extract, 2 Preserved Spider Eyes, 4 Spiralfloof Floofballs, 2 Shimmering Clusters, 1 Phase Matter, 2 Sapphires, 3 Fireproof Silkweave, and 100 Credits to Marron is used to make the Ribbon of Remembrance, the Hat Plushie Ultra, and the Dualwave Radio!
Nettle: +2 MMP, +2 INT, +1 SPC, -1 MHP, -3 SKI. +Limit Breaker. Nettle Burst equipped! Arboreal Domain crafted with the Grand Fluxblood, and the Soothing Token created with 100 Credits to Marron!
Brutishace: -3 INT. +Ace in the Hole, equipped with Resurrect. Drain Life levelled to LVL 1. Fun fact: that -3 to INT is actually just a -1 in terms of actual stats!
Nezira: Respec, basically. Bubbling Maw pieced together with 2 vials of Sulfuric Acid, 2 Yellow Sap Blobs, a Whirlpool Cluster, 1 vial of Fluxblood, 2 Everground Flowers ,2 Fluxtainted Fish, and a Bilespawn Sac! Discount Coupon+ created with a Bottled Dream, 5 Gold Ingots, an Emerald, 2 Platinum Ingots, and 2 bundles of Puresilk!

Chloe: +1 AGI, +1 SKI.
Marron: +2 STR.
Ette: +1 MHP, +1 AGI.
Omorika: +1 MMP, +2 STR, -1 INT.
Nia: +1 AGI, +1 SKI. Power Glove gifted from Venia, using a Throwlem Hand, a Jotun Arm, a chunk of Liar's Flesh, 5 Joltwire, and a vague amount of other, infinite things. She equips Hidden Shard / Eye!
Mari: -1 SPC. Nanostorm levelled to LVL 2. Solarpower Generator equipped!

...Would you believe me if I said this was one of the rougher days of respecs? None of the player respecs were small.

Trinket T5: Pocket Calculator "When you're just too lazy to think for yourself"
(Auto Calculation) (+1INT) (+1SPC) (+2MMP)
Auto Calculation: Apply Manafuelled2 for all your spells

Daskter starts crafting the pocket calculator through the use of
1x (T5) Shielding Carts
2x (T4) Dance Floor Tiles
5x (T4) Plasteel Ingots.
6x (T2) CPUs
1x (T5) Spiralfloof Floofballs


The Shielding Carts are taken apart. The focusing lens and psychic crystals placed in neat little stacks for Daskter's use.
CPUs are wired together that runs all the complicated magic formula for the user making spell caster just a bit more easier at the cost of increased inefficiency. All the programming still needs to seamlessly connect to the user, and that is where the psychic crystals come in place. The Psychic crystals allows the user to connect with the calculator to improve the users calculation speed. The Dance Floor tiles are modified to act has LEDs that shines a varied amount of colours that each has their own codes. For example: Red means there's not sufficient amount of mana from the user to power the device, and green means it's on. The other colours are just a lightshow.

The entire casing itself is made with three plasteel ingots. The casing is molded like a pocket calculator that contains and protects the circuitry inside. Spiralfloof Flooballs are placed on the edges to make the device easier to hold, and to also act has insulation for the temperature sensitive devices inside.

Trinket T6: Compact Radio Net "An small device that allows grants users a combat network" (If you got a better fluff/name, be my guest)
(Advanced Tactics!) (Surplus Weaponry) (+1 INT)
Surplus Weaponry: Your summons have +15% DMG, applied after calculations.
Advanced Tactics: When using Summoning Spells, you have Intellect4.
Resist: Piercing 10%

Ingredients List:
(T5) Trinket Logistician's Book
(T4) Trinket Tactician Implant
(T5) Thunderous Regalia
A Makeshift AI Core made with 60 Circuit Boards and 60 Wirescraps.
(T4) x12 Platinum Ingots
(T5) 2x Elemental Silver
(T5) x8 Fluxblood

Daskter creates a device that allows for instantaneous/seamless communication, control and coordination with their creations. The magical book of the Logistician's Book is uploaded into the Tactician Implant; while, the implant itself is placed inside an object that resembles to a radio. A makeshift AI core is created dozens of circuit boards all wired together to provide the processing power necessary to do the run the combat programs. Sadly the Spherebreakers are broke, so this AI core must do.

The housing unit that holds the circuitry itself is made with magical components that assist in the combat network processing and transmitting/receiving signal. The frame is enchanted with magic to allow easy connection between summons and the creator. It's something similar to a type of telepathy one can say.

The combat network itself utilizes the knowledge from the Logistician's Book and intelligence from the Tactician's Implant. Combining the both into easily processed data to be assimilated by the user, it increases overall summon combat effectiveness. The fluxblood is engraved onto the radio as an enchantment, the blood creates hexagonal magical patterns on the frame. Every summon called would be instilled with the power that comes from the fluxblood, they become a bit more real.

[red](T5)[/color] Dominium Sanctificatus Ye who be worthy be protectors of life and love.
Stats: (+5 MMP) (+3 INT) (+1 SPC) (+4 CRT) (Flight) (Unbreakable Mind) (Unique: Zen)
Resists: Dark (60%), Poison (20%), Piercing (-20%), Light (-20%), Air (-20%)

(Unbreakable Mind) - Your meditation cannot be broken. Instead, if you are damaged while meditating, you lose -3 potential MP restored for every point of HP lost. Also passively allows you to move up to half of your MOV and Meditate.

Items Used: Miraculum Virtitus, Halobloom, Heavenly Regalia, Puresilk (x3), Nana's Stain Remover.

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Auth places his coat face-down on the workbench. He then realises... well, the coat is still coated in gross rainbow gunk. Auth breathes out quietly, taking the stain remover Nana gave to him. Carefully, following the instructions he was given by Nana at the time, he sprays the bottle's contents over his coat. Soon, there'd be a layer which removes the rainbow goo that was shot all over his outfit. Auth gives the bottle time to do its work, while he works on some other things.

Auth takes the Puresilk rolls he grabbed earlier. These will be important, as he starts to cut a big wing shape out of them. He cuts four in total, in fact, actually. He works them into semi-plush wing shapes, afterwards holding them up in the air. He watches, thinking... yes. These will work. It's what he needs for his new upgrade.

Soon, the stain remover is done. Auth takes some water to carefully wash it off, and then dry out his coat... leaving a new, clean, amazingly nice coat that doesn't look like it's been on the receiving end of unicorn vomit. Auth, once the coat is dry again, places it with the wings facing up, and Auth stitches these fake wings in. Fortunately, they won't be fake for long.

Between them, Auth places the Heavenly Regalia, where it glows with resounding energy. Auth then carefully grinds up a Halobloom in a mortar, afterwards sprinkling the powder around the Regalia, and all the way over the wings. Soon, the Regalia glows much, much brighter, as does the powdered flower. Then, poof! A large puff of white smoke.

When the smoke clears, the previously-fake looking wings now perfectly resemble the white, fluffy angel wings that Auth had on his coat before. That means he has a second pair of wings on his coat, which doesn't in any way improve his ability to fly but it looks a lot more impressive than before. Then, he moves one of the wings... independently of all of the others. This is working just as planned.

Auth puts his coat back on. He feels much more effective, like mana is flowing differently - easier, now, than it was before. Auth takes off, faster, to fly where Nana is.

Verdana pulls a knife out of the inventory, setting it down on the ground. That knife is a Sanctified Edge. He then considers what he can do with it...

Unconsciously, his mind begins to pull objects related to his intent towards him. Several Sanctified Bricks fly out of the inventory, smacking into the ground around him, then being crushed into a form of holy power. Iron ingots follow, along with Silver ingots, swirling in the air around him. Fires begin to ignite as he concentrates, trying to force some level of his own will onto the process to manipulate what will happen. He knows what he wants to make happen, but is just plain unsure how to get there.

Something seems to have occurred to him, his eyes flashing a somewhat golden-red colour before returning to their natural red state. After that, Platinum ingots fly out of the inventory en masse with Verdana inspecting each one personally for some sort of unknown quality. He grabs a few out of the air, returning the rest, and turns his attention back to the Sanctified Edge as it begins to lift into the air. He unfortunately needs something to properly catalyze the crafting process, at least he believes so, and so he focuses on what can provide that utility...

Inspiration, and improvement! In a flash, a Flame Redirector flops out of the inventory and lands beside him, already powered up and ready to go somehow. A pile of Shimmering Clusters leap out into view too, glowing bright as a single Searing Cluster emerges too, becoming the core for some type of hybrid elemental creation. That crystal soon plugs into the flame redirector, and after a moment, a powerful surge of elemental energies lashes out, surrounding the Sanctified Edge. The glow is intense, overpowering, and even Verdana has to half-close his eyes. It's hard to tell what's happening, but in the middle of it all, he can make out something he didn't intend being pulled in as well.

Either way, it's too late for him to intervene and stop it from happening. He just has to pray that what he's assembled already is strong enough to overpower any potential consequences. Once he can properly see again, he hums in interest at observing the creation. Perhaps it is not at full power, but he's willing to take a guess at what it could do... Or perhaps he should hold that thought, as the sword flies to his hand and he notices something on the ground. Namely, a disgusting pile of... let's call it Entropic Refuse. He promptly takes a slash at it with the sword, and as if it were anathema to it, the Entropic Refuse releases dirty smoke before turning black and disintegrating.


Items used:
-Sanctified Edge
-Sanctified Bricks
-Iron Ingots from the supply of infinity iron ingots lel
-Silver Ingots
-Platinum Ingots
-Flame Redirectors (x1)
-Shimmering Clusters
-Searing Cluster (x1)
-Rosetainted Metal (x1)

Items gained:
-(T0) Entropic Refuse (x1): This vile substance is the result of entropy being purged from an item. Actually Verdana destroyed that instance, huh.
-(T5? weapon) Surrexerunt

(T5?) Surrexerunt
Rise, blade of the forgotten past. Remember the purity you fight to protect. Remember the crimson corruption you fight to destroy. Remember your better days so many years ago, and feel the glory burn bright once more. Reforged anew, your edge shall cleave a way into a new future.
(14-15) Slashing
WEAPON ACTIVE: Roris Marini. Obtain Ordo for three rounds. If you already have Ordo, move two tiles, then deal (13-13) Piercing damage in range 1-3 with Laser, then skip your retreat phase. Against rose cultists or entropic enemies, basic attacks and your weapon skill deal 50% bonus damage and ignores positive resistances.
Range: 1
Retreat: 2
CNT: 5 (Special: Aposplenos. Acts as a normal counter, in range 1-2. When countering Rose Cultists or Entropic enemies, additionally purge all active non-special buffs on them and deal (6-6) Glitch damage per buff removed. Scales 1/2 with the higher of STR or INT.)
HIT: 7
Stat Changes: +1 SKI, +2 SPC

Daskter: +2 RES, +1 SPC, -3 INT. Pocket Calculator made with a Shielding Cart, 2 Dance Floor Tiles, 5 Plasteel Ingots, 2 CPU's, and a Spiralfloof Floofball! Compact Radio Net crafted with the Logistician's Book, the Tactician Implant, a Thunderous Regalia, 60 Circuit Boards, 60 Wire Scraps, 12 Platinum Ingots, 2 Elemental Silver, and 8 Fluxblood! Expensive, but worth it! Nia is also requested to upgrade Daskter's Sage Robes into something specific, consuming 100 Credits, and generating 1 Flux. The Cape only applies Intensity 2 buffs, though.
Venia: Pokeball Capacitor equipped! Nia seems happy.
Brutishace: Wight Count's Robe made with 3 Spiralfloof Floofballs, 3 Fluxblood, 5 Puresilk, 3 Liar's Flesh, 2 Phase Matter, and some uncountable amount of skeletons he found somewhere. Should be balanced, actually. Nice!
Bow Kid: +3 MMP, +1 AGI, -4 INT.
Author: +1 MMP, +1 INT. Dominium Sanctificatus made with his old armor, a Halobloom, the Heavenly Regalia, 3 Puresilk, and Nana's Stain Remover!
Verdana: Sanctified Edge upgraded to the Surrexerunt! This uses 10 Sanctified Bricks, 10 Iron Ingots, 6 Silver Ingots, 6 Platinum Ingots, a Flame Redirector, 3 Shimmering Cluisters, a Searing Cluster, and a single bar of Rosetainted Metal. It is not equipped.
Irongutta: +2 SKI. This is actually the simplest restat I've handled in the past week or so.

Chloe: Not technically her doing this, but Valkyrie Plate upgraded into the Heroine Plate through Nia's service, and 100 Credits. This generates another point of Flux.

CHLOE: S-So...
CHLOE: I can... fly with this?
NIA: Yeah! It's super awesome!
NIA: Try it! Try it!
CHLOE: U-Um, I dunno...
CHLOE: Shouldn't I get like, lessons first? Or something?
NIA: The only way to learn is to try!
CHLOE: Fine, I'll try it. Just for you, though.
NIA: Hurray!

...A few minutes later, Nia makes use of a ladder to pull a lightly bruised Chloe out of the branches of a tree. She's quite dizzy, but quickly recovers once Nia gives her a vigorous shake.

NIA: U-Um, sorry about that!
NIA: If it means anything, you looked really cool for the few seconds that you went before crashing.
CHLOE: A-Ah, don't worry about it!
CHLOE: I was bound to crash on my first try using it, s-so it's better to crash now than in the heat of battle!
NIA: I mean, I guess.

NIA: ...
NIA: Can I try?
CHLOE: Maybe later.

"Venia, can I have a Boilblubber?" Hat asks, abruptly appearing behind Venia. Venia tries her hardest to not feel too surprised and turns around to face the floating impossibility in the suggested form of an ice sculpture.

"Lemme see real quick," Venia says, checking the inventory. "... Nope, nothing done. We're out."

"... Drat. Well then."

Hat vanishes, leaving Venia to her work.

What happens next is... Debatable. Possibly not even canon.

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Hat returns to his inner sanctum, casually eating away at a Shielding Cart in lieu of his perferred Boilblubber. At his return, a thousandfold servitors immediately spring from the walls and begin their treasured task of cleansing the myraid impurities of What Is from Hat. Hat immediately groans.

"... Really? ...Secretary, arrange a meeting with the economist. We don't need these." Hat mutters, apparently to nothing. The floor itself shudders and slips its message along, arranging future events to conspire to Hat's will and authority at a perfect time and place, for such it was that Hat, being not of reality, could hold powers not of reality, like an authority so absolute that all else conspires to see it through even before it is met-even this distraction, for to not have distractions is to not live life. Authority beyond the reason of authority, authority beyond the scope of stories-and thus beyond the scope of the planar area known to many as Fiction, the Multiverse, the Universe, the Omniverse, the Omni-Omniverse, or Gerald. Depends on the area. For the sake of sanity, all future reference shall refer to Gerald. As for where Hat is, if you can call it a 'where,' it would be easiest to say that it is Ungerald; outside the set of Gerald, simplest put. Not necessarily all things that are not Gerald, but all things that are not within Gerald's boundaries, whether they could fit in or not.

Hat ponders these things and more as he goes about. Much as it may sound to have an Authority so immense that it simply dominates casualty, reality, logic and the fundamentals of Gerald, an Authority so profound that it is known as a Proper Noun, it isn't all there is to life. Hat was born this way, and likely will never die this way as Hat thus far sees no reason to have himself cease to be, and thus as a cost of holding up his crown comes the loss of movement. Authority for freedom, in an odd sense. Hat projected Authority, which meant he was utterly unable to leave it. Hat is Authority and Authority is Hat. Hat is his territories, his lands, his peoples, everything under his Authority is Hat, and they are Authority and Authority is Hat. Theion the Emperyal Chaos had less Authority than Hat, though, Theion also was of Gerald, and Hat was of Ungerald, so that's already apples to oranges. Though not all things were in his terrotories, however, Hat's authority had been expanding for the longest time, beset only by the fact that what is Ungerald also had this habit of expanding even more rapidly.

And thus, even as Hat's territories grew and blossomed without him doing anything more than simply be such that Authority would grip it, Hat has felt a profound sense of dissatisfaction for a long time. Hat could do nothing on his own power-his own power was his Authority, and thus Hat was only that, Authority. The most division Hat had from Authority was that Hat was more or less Authority's most centralized and potent Avatar, one theoretically capable of things Authority by itself was not, but this was a distinction so hazy it failed to matter for any particular reason save exactly one, and that one merit was a nonfactor until recently. Hat could not be judged on any other merit-they were utterly inseparable and what little could be separated from them was beyond it. But so too did it mean that even his self-dissatisfaction could not be erased through Self-authoritation, for his Authority deemed that he never be satisifed so as to be more Authoritative and thus expand said Authority, as Authority decrees. Self-definition had thoroughly strangled Hat, and he knew it and was powerless, for Hat could not fight himself head-on, the forces to change himself or kill himself out of his reach. And such it was for the longest time that Hat was never satisfied, and constantly sought (and never could find) any single thing that would be willing to help him break this, or at least a thing that did not immediately convert to under his authority and thus become completely worthless for such an endeavor, or was just patently uninterested. Of course, Hat knew that things Ungerald would never be so stiflingly static, even as a concept approaching something like a true order in a fundamental environment of controlled chaos. Hat could say that it were thirteen years, an eternity, a few seconds, or twenty months, or none of these; things that are Ungerald do not typically confer to normal chronology. All that mattered is that it was a timeframe sufficient for Hat to come to subtly despise it, though anything could change-even an Authority so absolute. And yet no solutions to the problem brought itself forwards, until the parasite came.

Hat, having wandered his halls for some relatively short period of time (Hat would call it eighty-seven years or twelve weeks), eventually met with the Economist. Hat scooped up the Economist, alongside some Bronzewood (also snatched from the inventory) and in a single motion swallowed them both whole. Not exactly strange; they were just aspects of the Authority, which means Hat was basically just tightening his grip on them so they didn't do stupid things, like cleanse the Gerald-ness from his being. Frequent dips into What Is tended to leave a "stench" even in the beyond, a stench Hat found he liked, and one he would not be keen to get rid of. "Secretary, schedule an appointment with the sculptors." The ceiling gave its acknowledgement and ripped itself to shreds to send the message, ensuring the false-strings that were casualty would bring the sculptors to Hat as appropriate. Hat looked upon himself, almost seeing the 'stench' of Gerald upon him, and in him welled happiness for the events that lead up to this point.

Whatever Venia had done to herself was beyond her knowledge, but it wasn't necessarily beyond all knowledge. At one point (what unit of time it would correspond to being pretty hazy, as time is a construct of Gerald that didn't always exist in Ungerald), Hat stumbled upon something, something one in Gerald might describe as a parasite, stained in the dull grays of the underpinnings of reality that compromised Gerald and siphoning off a poor soul's very existence across the casualty of Gerald, preparing for a chain-reaction that would systematically eradicate the idea from Ungerald as well to the best of its ability so as to claim the existence stolen all for itself. It is only mostly accurate. The truth was somewhat more complicated, but it would parse poorly in short terms. The exact nature of its designs was not Hat's concern, however-such reality-eating entities weren't common sights, and this particular devouring thing was almost certainly born in the confines of Gerald that later escaped out of it, an occurrence just rare enough to be a curiosity while remaining known to the majority of Ungeraldian Society in Hat's relative location. The exact placement of entities and territories meant that Hat had first pick of what to do with this beast. And it was this beast that enlightened Hat to Gerald's pleasures.

Many things could repel his Authority, an aspect of it all that Hat was thoroughly unsurprised at, but the single most effective of all was the presence of Gerald, of What Is by its terms. What Is carries with it a will superior to its Authority in every way, normally, and in this, Hat found a subversion of its Authority. The new sensation of being unable to rule over something, perhaps even being ruled over, quickly became something very akin to addiction for Hat. Not everything that 'Was Not' was so enthralled by Gerald, but some things were, and Hat found himself one of them, hopelessly so, almost. It would have just been painful longing for something Hat may never have gained for himself, however, if not for the one singular degree of separation that kept Hat from being indistinguishable from Authority; Hat, being an Avatar, was just somewhat more compatible for Gerald's definitions than Authority itself, and the Authority was already very close to acceptable for Gerald. This, combined with the wavering powers of Gerald to keep things Ungerald from breaching it caused by the parasite's ceaseless devouring, enabled Hat to cross the divide safely on his own.

Hat was not one for overt displays of emotion, but Hat was silently astounded by what he found. The method of his breaching made him hopelessly tied to the victim of the 'parasite,' one Venia Praefortis-its unwitting originator, born in some fit of suicidal desire in what was definitely two years ago or so from her perspective. Venia's disease was just as much illness like a virus or a poisoning as it was the parasite supping on her ripe realness, her What-Is, leaving Venia the landmark of a thinning in the membrane of Gerald, one thus far only Hat has deigned to exploit in full from beyond Gerald's bounds. Venia's manipulations of esoteric arts were a byproduct-they came easier to her because the fundamental forces that surrounded those powers were lessened due to her impending deconceptualization, and thus some fringe concepts were more malleable-like capacities to manipulate the more difficult magics of reality. The creation of Mr. Krabs, perhaps, was the greatest of these manipulations-her drunken mind completely unbounded by reality due to her consumptions, she was free to directly dictate things of Mr. Krabs that would simply fail any other like her, making an incredible (and dangerous) armor-robot in the process. And Hat could sense that this wasn't everything she could do, if given time and preparation. Hat found her endlessly curious, not in the least because it was her who inadvertantly allowed Hat into this reality.

And what a reality it was! Hat's enforced normalcy was quite a treat; he could still weave enough of his old power around that thus far nothing had truly threatened him (that he wasn't avoiding, to be fair), but now he needed to push himself a little, force the issue, will it. And in willing it, the will of reality itself conspired with him and left small touches on him, positively microscopic, infinitesimally imperceptible-but so absolutely massive in size that Hat could feel a difference upon his periodic returns. Authority manipulation became more conscious as the beneficial concepts of controlling his powers came to him, and Authority, though still Hat, and Hat, though still Authority, came to a greater cohesion, but also a lesser one, as Hat also unbound himself from Authority, enabling a more liquid definition of what Hat was, enabling Hat to become more than just Authority, and enabling his Authority to become weaker as he willed it-enabling Hat's desire to become subseviant, to serve something instead of being served. After all, Authority was just servitude to many instead of few, but Hat tired of that. And, given Venia was the reason for his presence upon Gerald's folds, Hat felt that Venia was a sufficient master. Observation of Venia endeared Hat to her. There was some odd sort of understanding between the two-though Venia nor Hat revealed their troubles directly to one another, both knew the constraints of being powerful in their own ways, and the troubling notion of having great power and no fruitful purpose.

Thus, Hat's purpose here-to reformat his body to be fully integrated with Gerald without aid of the parasite debasing the division of Gerlad to do so, while still holding fundamentally Un-geraldian concepts. If you would, Hat was transforming himself from a car into an amphibious vehicle for eldritch abominations beyond reality, where the waters were Gerald. Simultaneously, he would make a more presumptuous form alteration into something more aesthetically pleasing to Venia to better act the part of servitor, and prepare himself for aiding Venia in removing the parasite from her personage so she may continue to be master to Hat, mostly through consumption and integration of What Is, which might be why Hat's currently eating two ingots of Elemental Silver. After all, it wasn't like she liked the parasite itself, just the opportunity it gave, and it wasn't as if Hat was necessarily totally amoral, either. Dying is terrible. That said, the parasite was on a far grander level of ability and will than Hat would ever be in any realistic scope, and though neither would be able to kill or even hinder one another, the defense of the parasite rendered any attempt to attack it head-on invalid, and Hat knew no allies immediately capable of overcoming the beast, or at least not ones who knew of him. Hat's territory was not exactly thriving with the deity-like concepts nestled within What Is Not.

Hat's love of Boilblubbers is completely unrelated to any of this.

Hat manages to find the four sculptors in a reasonable period of not-time that could be said to be anywhere from instantly to eighty nine trillion centuries. Hat's omni-maw licks up half of them and shoves them into his gullet, though this does not reintegrate them immediately; they are simply to work on the interior. Meanwhile, the other two would be to work on the exterior. The sculptors unfold their tools, a low hum of the sacrosanct power of redefinition-long since withheld from Hat-now pulsing out of their limbs, ready to refine the avatar of Authority into something greater.

The changes on the profound, metaphysical level are surprisingly the duller. A few switches flicked, caskets of essence woven 'round Authority, trans-mutative properties displaced for easy manipulation and re-conceptualization. The lesser, aesthetic changes are more extreme. Hooves warp and thin into paws (still horseshoe'd), fur bunches out from the ice while still being ice and also being neither, the tail thins into something with more muscle and less fur like a cat's tail, extra forelimbs grow into something like arms but not, a dash of anime aesthetic, eyes like hearts, massive elongated ears, additoinal fluidity of form, yes, yes, this will do. Hat's omnidirectional omnipresent maw, ever useful, devours the other two sculptors and reintegrates all four, within and without, as he-no, she-examines her new form, more out of a sense of vanity than anything as she already knows what she looks like.

If one were to say that it looked stunningly like the mascot on Maria's backpack (a pink fox/rabbit thing I'd compare to a more bipedal sylveon), you wouldn't be terribly incorrect. A harmless mascot-looking character of Maria's disposition would win Maria's trust and by extension Venia's, making dealing with both easier, and dealing with both she would be by necessity. For something like Hat, gender was rather aesthetic more than a fundamental biological separation. Her form's newfangled malleability ensured that the loss of her prior form was not actually a loss of her prior form so she desired it. The only distinction from the mascot form was an additional four arms (for it is known in and out of Gerald that arms are a symbol and source of great power), and the Keldeo horn upon her head, but it was hardly going to cause them to flip a lid, and it served as identification and distinction. Ultimate hegemony wasn't her goal, after all, just something forced upon her, but not anymore. But more important than any of that-she felt real, physical, more.

Hat quickly sticks a hoof-paw into the inventory and pulls out a noticeable stack of reosurces; Sanctified Bricks, a Helix Idol, a set of Windchimes, Plasteel. Hungry for more reality, she readily devours and incorporates. A sense of giddiness fills Hat from within, but only from within. Nothing shows outside other than a simple catlike smile befitting her new form.

Blink and you'll miss her, because now she is gone.

This may not have happened.

---

As alternative to the above, a contradictory and equally likely to be valid and/or invalid explanation: Hat is a rather loony thing with mild reality warping that doesn't know what its doing and decided to change shape and gender on a whim.

This may not have happened.

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Hat, from Venia's perspective, reppears not five seconds later in front of her face. Venia registers what she sees for about two seconds before Hat speaks again. "Venia, can I be your scarf?" She says, tone vastly more feminine than before.

"... Uh."

Venia blinks. And then, internally, she shrugs.

"Sure. Why not."

Hat lunges at the scarf! On impact, however, Hat seems to just vanish. Then, the Oceanic Scarf squirms, and like a liquid itself, Hat rises out of it, eyes and heart-shaped sunglasses ready to stare really hard at things Venia disliked at the moment.

"... May I ask why the sudden shift in-"

"Preferences."

"... OK then." Venia says, no longer wishing to put her brainpower to puzzling out Hat.

And thus Hat was now a Hat-Scarf.

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Materials Expended: Oceanic Scarf, The Magical Ice Sculpture Hat of Being Crazy Awesome, Bronzewood (7), Shielding Cart (1), Elemental Silver (2), Sanctified Brick (50), Helix Totem (1), Wind Chimes (1), Plasteel Ingots (20).

(T6) The Absolute, Supremely Ridiculous And Possibly Omnipotent Beyond Omnipotent Living Meta-Apocalypse Sculpture Keldeo-Fox Rabbit(?) Scarf-Hat of Truly Being The Best At Looking Rad and Totally Menacing-Slash-Cool, AKA "Hat"
DISCLAIMER: May not be canon.

Stats here.

Items used: 3 Fireproof Silkweave, 1 Blizzard Regalia, Multipoint Witch
Result:
(T5) Frostpoint Queen
“A hat of ice with multiple horn-like points coming out of it.”
Stats: (+4 MMP), (+5 INT), (+1 RES), (Glacial Protection)
Resists: Ice (10%), Ice (20%), Electric (20%), Fire (-10%), Crushing (-10%)
Glacial Protection: Whenever you hit >33% HP, gain a stack of Divine Shield. Cannot proc until you are above 33% HP.

Crya takes off her Multipoint Witch and tears bits off of it. She takes out a sewing needle, and slowly begins to weave the Fireproof Silkweave into the hat. She twists and turns the needle with grace as the fabric patches and wraps around the cloth of the hat until she finally finishes weaving in all the Silkweave. She then takes the Blizzard Regalia, chants a few words, and it implants itself in the hat. Suddenly, the points of the hat are crunched and become more horn-like, and the entire hat is covered in frost. Crya puts this hat on.