The Misadventures of the Man Formerly Known as Victor Heart

After thoroughly schooling Olivia in bowling, we walked back to our hotel rooms.

“How do you do that?” she asked me.

With a raise of my eyebrow, “Do what?”

“Be good at everything.” She said with an exasperated tone.

“As I previously told you I buy skills. It’s not foolproof though, I’m only as good as the skill taken due to being very selective on integrating talents. Meaningless talents do almost nothing except take up space and time, two commodities I am extremely reluctant to lose. If you were to turn skills into a level system, I’m at level five in terms of bowling and no matter how much I train I will never progress to six. Also due to my most common source of skill, they are almost exclusively under the mortal peak.” I explained.

With an eyeroll, “Still sounds like you’re good at everything.”

“Among the mundane, I am almost godlike. Among those we run with, I am universally skilled. Among those I am looking to compete with, I am a jack of all trades, master of none. Among those I will eventually run into, I am almost pathetic.” I told my companion while making a so-so gesture.

“Wowsers.”

“Wowsers indeed.”

***

The first of the things I did was retire Sense Cane. It had served its purpose and taught me how to utilize my new senses, but it was now little more than a crutch. I held on to it for too long already due to sentimentality.

The next was the creation of a new artifact, Sacrificial Scarf. This is the artifact that I had saved my ruined suit for as the concept of sacrifice was powerful and extremely useful. While it was maybe not the most useful application of the concept it is something I would rather have and not need than need and not have.

The scarf transitioned from black to white with red being the intermediate step and transferred injuries from one person to another. The injured party wraps the black end around themselves, and the recipient uses the white end. The artifact has two major caveats though: the white party must be willing, and the injury being transferred cannot be too conceptually powerful.

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Sacrificial Scarf

“Take me instead”

Tier Three

A scarf able to transfer injuries

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I wrapped the scarf around my neck like an ascot. While a little preppy, I think it worked with a lot of my suits.

After I was done with Sacrificial Scarf, it was time to handle some bones. After some time playing with some guy’s bone…s, I had a ring called Orpheus’ Melody. It was a pale grey gem shaped into a lyre and set into a simple band made of bone. The ring would allow me to do many of the things that a typical necromancer could do.

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Orpheus’ Melody

“Don’t let the doubt come in”

Tier Five

A ring containing a necromantic authority

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After slipping my new ring on my finger, I turned in for the night.

Current Equipment:

Head:

[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]

Earrings:

[]

Necklace:

[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]

Clothes:

[]

Rings:

[The Mentalism Ring]

[Succubus’ Kiss]

[Mena’s Book]

[Matthew’s Water]

[Orpheus’ Melody]

Bracelets:

[]

Shoes:

[]

Armaments:

[Sacrificial Scarf]

[Beastly Heart]

Storage:

[Various Essences]

[Chi Organ]

[Spirit Shards]

[Various Murder Weapons]

[Green Thumb]

[Glass Eye]