1.08 Loot I_This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

1.08 Loot I

 Zoey and Rosalie worked through the crumbling halls of the shard, avoiding traps and fighting off a variety of strange monsters. Eventually, they pushed through a thick pair of drooping double-doors, and into a room stuffed with boxes, weapon racks, and rusted suits of armor. Rosalie made a noise of appreciation.

 “Loot,” she said. “It’s about time we bumped into some. Hopefully my armor’s here.”

 The casual way the serious girl used the game-like terminology was still something Zoey hadn’t ustomed herself to. But when it was a fundamental aspect of her world, of course she didn’t think twice about using a word as normally relegated to video games as ‘loot’.

 As for Rosalie’s armor being in this room … well, for all it would be practical, Zoey secretly hoped not.

 At least they’d have weapons besides their fists, now. Not that Zoey would be using one. Rosalie had made it clear the only thing Zoey was allowed to do was stay back and sling ice spikes when she had the opportunity.

 “You can tell the quality of items by the metal bands,” Rosalie said idly, gesturing at the side of the room, where arge, rusted chest sat between weapon racks. “Steel. So, umon. Better than copper, but not likely anything good. I told you the rarities, right?”

 “Common, umon, rare, superior, and mythic.” The topic had been brought up when Zoey had asked what having a ‘mythic-tier’ rune meant, which apparently her Rune of Bonding was. Then again, of course the rune granted by a literal goddess was the best it got. “What kind of stuff is inside, usually?”

 “Varies.” Rosalie delivered a harsh kick into the side of the chest, then danced backward.

 “Checking for mimics?” Zoey asked.

 Rosalie blinked at her. “I thought your memories—” she shook her head. “No, clearly you’ve retained some basic information. Still, you remember mimics, but not runes? Or spells?”

 Well. The mimic thing had been a joke, something that had escaped from her without her thinking too hard about what she was saying. And she only knew of mimics from osmosis of pop culture back on Earth. “I guess,” Zoey said, the real exnation obviously too tricky to get into—and Ephy had barred her from doing so, anyway. She’d rather not find out what happened when she ignored a goddess’s direct order.

 “Hm.” Rosalie didn’t spend overmuch time reading into Zoey’s response, because why would she? “Well, let’s see what we’ve got.”

 Zoey approached, leaning forward as Rosalie cracked open the chest, curious despite herself. Because while video games had never been too much of her thing, the idea of loot was … appealing, she guessed? Like opening a mystery box. It could be anything.

 The lid swung open, and …

 A ck void filled the interior. Rosalie didn’t seem surprised, but the sight gave Zoey pause. Why had she expected something normal?

 Rosalie reached in, rummaged for a second, then pulled out the first item their adventures had yielded: a small pouch of brown fabric, with about a fist’s size of material in it.

 “Alchemy reagents?” Rosalie said. “What a droll start.”

 “How can you tell?” She hadn’t looked inside the bag.

 Rosalie gave her an odd look. “Inspect.”

 Right. For the second time in as many minutes, Zoey’s brain was working rationally, instead of in the context of the magical world she found herself in. Not many things could be Inspected, but loot was explicitly one.

 [Coruscant meroot, Powdered]: A fine, gritty substance useful in the preparation of potions that inme or mute the senses.

 “Inme or mute the senses?” Zoey echoed.

 “Is that what it says?”

 “Huh? Yeah?”

 “I’m not an alchemist,” she reminded Zoey. “The description for me is just, ‘a fine, gritty red substance used in alchemy’. Your Identify skill affords you more information.” Rosalie paused. “But … inmes the senses?”

 “Like an aphrodisiac?”

 They each paused at the reminder of what had happened earlier. Rosalie blushed and cleared her throat. “Reagents often have wide usage. But as one application, perhaps. It would be fitting of the shard’s theme to give us something like this.” She handed it to Zoey and brushed forward. “But I have no use for it. It’s yours.”

 So Zoey got everything Rosalie didn’t want—the discarded, useless items. But she couldn’t reallyin. Rosalie was the professional here, and the one doing all the hard work of clearing the shard. Zoey hadn’t had to grapple down furred monsters in a blur of limbs and ws. Wouldn’t have been able to, frankly, even with the spells she could now cast.

 Using another of those strange abilities afforded to her, Zoey vanished the pouch into her inventory. So weird, she thought, staring at the empty space in her hand where the pouch had just been. Now it sat somewhere in the back of her mind, to be pulled out of pocket-space when she needed it.

 Rosalie continued to withdraw items from the chest, pulling objects from the inky void, inspecting them, then either handing them off to Zoey, setting them to the side, or stashing them in her inventory. Shemented on each. Many of the items were expected for a world running on RPG-like principles. Health potions, small weapons, rations (actually quite relevant; she was starting to get hungry), and other miscenea.

 Seeing Rosalie sort through the items popped a thought into her head.

 “Hey, what’s in your inventory? From before, I mean.” Before the two of them had gotten into this mess.

 “The shard emptied it. So nothing.”

 “It can do that?”

 “It took my armor and weapons,” she said dryly, “so why couldn’t it take my inventory?”

 “I guess.” She’d assumed the dimensional space was sacrosanct, for some reason. “Is thatmon?”

 “No. Nothing about you, this shard, or our circumstances ismon, Zoey.”

 Fair. “But you’ll be getting it back?”

 “I hope. Presumably, worst-case, it’ll be as part of the boss loot.” Rosalie was quiet for a bit. “I, as most Wayfarers, kept almost every coin I owned in my inventory, so I really hope it’s not lost to the ether. That would be … unfortunate.”

 “Huh,” Zoey said. “That sucks.” She sympathized. Rosalie had effectively had her bank ount zeroed out, and with no guarantees it would be returned.

 And hearing how coins were the dominant currency of this world, she briefly wondered what was awaiting her on the other side of this deadlyplex of vines and stone. What was the technology level like? Were there other races? Elves and orcs or whatever? Goblins? Dragons? Just how game-like were they talking, here? How fantasy inspired? She guessed she’d be finding out sooner orter, but now wasn’t the time to broach the subject. If ever. It would be hard to ask questions like that without Rosalie bing suspicious about her ‘memory-issues’.

 The next item Rosalie pulled out was a small wooden box. She cracked it open, and her brow furrowed down. Zoey leaned over to see what had prompted the confusion.

 She blinked.

 [Coldsteel Adornments]: Rare. Six pairs of two, growing in size, to amodate the most and least adventurous. Effects active only when both are in use.

 Nestled in folds of ck cloth were six pairs of steel buttplugs.

 Zoey startedughing. She couldn’t help herself. Half from surprise, half from—well, because it was fucking funny. What the hell?

 “What?” Rosalie asked. “Why are youughing? I don’t get it. Is it … jewelry? ‘Most and least adventurous’?”

 Zoey slunk to the ground as her body racked withughter. The fact Rosalie was blinking at the sex toys cluelessly made the whole thing even funnier. “Oh my god, that’s so amazing.”

 “What? Exin!”

 “Jewelry … it definitely is, for a sense of the word …” she barely managed to wheeze out.

 “Exin.” Rosalie stamped her foot in an uncharacteristically petnt manner. She seemed highly displeased that Zoey knew what was going on and she didn’t. “Zoey! How are they ‘jewelry of a kind’? Stopughing.”

 “It’s where they go. It’s … non-traditional jewelry. Slightly more intimate than most.”

 She looked down at the box, pausing at Zoey’s description. Realization dawned—or a suspicion, at least—and she gently ced the box down on the floor, then slid it over to Zoey with her foot.

 “I am appalled,” Rosalie said simply. “Clearly, these belong to you, and your disgusting ss.”

 Zoey’sughter resurfaced, which was a shame, because she’d finally started to calm down.

 “It doesn’t say what the effects are,” Zoey said once she’d regained control. “Is that normal?”

 “Most artifacts take experimentation to discover their full use. The Inspect skill only assists.”

 “Huh,” Zoey said. “So. Wanna find out, then? Only works in pairs.”

 Rosalie didn’t dignify the question with a response. Zoey had only suggested it to tease; obviously Rosalie wouldn’t be doing that.

 Though she admitted she was curious, now … what did the toys do? Somethingbat rted? It would need to be a pretty big benefit to justify getting into a fight with a steel plug shoved up her butt. That couldn’t befortable. Or conducive to movement.

 She tucked the item away into her inventory, to be dealt withter.

 Rosalie pulled out three bottles of clear liquid next, and disdain twisted her face a half secondter. Zoey’s giggling picked back up, because she could guess what they were—but she checked with Inspect to verify.

 [Bottle of Lubricant]: Thick and longsting. Apply water to wash away.

 “How considerate,” Zoey grinned. She looked up at the ceiling and pressed her hands together in a praying gesture. “Thank you, Miss Shard-Overlord. I’ll put it to good use.”

 “What in the world are you doing?”

 “Thanking our generous benefactor.”

 Rosalie made a noise of disgust and tossed the bottles at her, which Zoey fumbled, then vanished into her inventory. Rosalie reached back into the chest.

 And it kept getting better.

 This time, she pulled out actual jewelry—one that didn’t stretch the definition of the word (and stretch some other things along with it).

 But …

 [Nipple Rings of crity]: Rare. Engraved with two unidentified effect sigils.

 “You’re kidding me,” Rosalie said. “Rare equipment, and it’s, it’s, it’s this?”

 Zoey grinned, but didn’t tease. “How do you ‘identify’ the sigils? You said, experimentation?”

 “Can provide an idea, if the effects are noticeable. But taking them to an artificer is better practice. Especially because not all effects are friendly. We’ll want to identify almost everything through an artificer—item descriptions aren’t necessarily trustworthy.” She was holding the thin silver studs by her fingertips, and away from her body, as if they were poisonous. Rosalie’s difort with the items continued to be hrious.

 “It’s a shame neither of us are pierced,” Zoey said. “We’ll have to get that done once we make it to safety.”

 Rosalie raised her eyebrows Zoey’s way. “First, that certainly will not be happening, and second, that ‘we’ of yours is highly prospective.”

 “Prospective? Sorry?”

 “You’re implying we’ll stay a party after I’ve escorted you to a city.”

 “Oh,” Zoey said.

 That had been a quick way to bring her mood crashing down. Because yeah, she’d kind of assumed that, even though Rosalie had, earlier, told her there was no such guarantee. Rosalie had goals—real ones—and Zoey’s ipetence was only partially made up for by her supposedly powerful abilities.

 “Right,” Zoey said.

 Rosalie seemed vaguely upset by Zoey’s reaction, or that she had brought it up in the first ce, but she didn’t retract the statement. She focused back on the task at hand: emptying out the chest.

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