Waterwarfare more like.

[theonebutcher]

Gabby has a Location Spell! Gabby understands it's input and Gabby knows the rate he's shrinking at. Swiftly he crafts a spell that would counter that and bring him to the spells location. That is, a remote body. He's currently a Soul, puppeteering an old man puppeteering an old man, which should be safe enough for everyone. Oh, and the whole thing is going to be relayed through a flickering q-bit in the middle of no-universe, so noone should be able to trace it back to Toppled.

It wouldn't do to blow up his new friend, so he's going to arrive one lightyear from the rod and look at the planet the rod's on. Anything unusual? Mh... plenty weird magic, but nothing that seems sophisticated enough to trace his signal. They don't seem to notice his scans either. Perfect.

Now to prepare for the Watergun fight.

Eldritch inhuman sounds warble through the small bubble of air around Gabby's head. They can be translated thus:

"import from gabbysfunstuff version(current) AeonIlluminate

import from funstuff5 Aranakis5 version(current) makeasplash

curseofnonleathality"

Aaand with a little bit of fiddling combines those packages into.

"Creation: Waterwars Engineer."

That thing is pretty big. He has a location in mind, but should ask Bree before building anything.

Let's visit his friend!

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[queenoftrash]

She is in an inexcusably messy bedroom.

There is a skinny, red-haired fourteen-year-old girl sitting on the bed, looking at the locater rod warily. She sees Gabby and starts.

"What the fuck?"

[theonebutcher]

Yes Bree, what appears to be Santa Claus with big white fluffy wings just appeared in your bedroom. After all you invited him. He smiles a huge friendly smile.

"Hello Bree! Here I am!" He bows. "Gabri Ael", he somehow manages to stress the pause between the words, "at your service, I even have a location picked out!"

[queenoftrash]

"Okay, hi, nice to meet you...Gabri Ael," she says. "Um, not that this isn't totally cool and everything, but do you want to explain the Santa thing?"

[theonebutcher]

"I wanted to look a little older so people would take me more seriously. I found these genes when I looked up 'friendly smiling old man.'"

[queenoftrash]

"So what I'm getting here is that you used weird alien magic to make yourself a body out of human DNA. Is that right, or am I way off base?"

[theonebutcher]

"Well, I need to get my bodies somewhere. I am an Ael, I was made without one. But even Aeli, that is Exalted mortals, can make themselves new bodies whenever they feel like it. The DNA gets tweaked and cleaned up by my father's magic, which is basically the best magic period." He pauses. "I guess there is bound to be better magic somewhere in the multiverse, just cause it's infinite."

[queenoftrash]

Bree is starting to think that she may be in over her head here. That has never stopped her before.

"So you don't have to have a body if you don't want one? Dude, jealous," she says. "Anyway, watergun fight. Can you make your own with magic? Is that a thing?"

[theonebutcher]

"Bodies are neat, for eyes and stuff." He smiles a little bit wider. "Psh, magic... I have brought a fabricator with me, but it's too big for your room. I also have a location picked out, can I transport us?"