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The arid, desert-like areas include Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas. The country of Mexico is also part of The Mesas.
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Roan Carrsfeld
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Fri Jan 12, 2018 3:15 am

Victory was just on her lips. Or perhaps it was salt. Or dirt. But those were just side effects of victory.

She looked down into the quarry before her, hands firmly on her hips, cheeky, lopsided grin. The sun was just about setting, which was fine because holy hell- was it HOT. Not to mention some of those folks should be gettin' to bed, right? Surely. If not, she had a remedy for that- nothing like one of her concoctions won't fix. Come to think of it, she's been needing to try that bad boy out. She leaned over, looking down, gave a stiff nod, and proceeded to roll on down there.

Getting in was easy enough. She had been pacing the place for a few days and found a gap in the makeshift fencing. She didn't get why they thought some fancy chicken wire with a weird lightning bolt sign was going to keep people out. Or perhaps, maybe, it was a sign saying that there was ather inside! Just an omen from the forces that may be. The world conspired for success, and by gods she was gonna get it.

After an awkward shuffle-scuffle past the wire, somehow making it unscathed. (Though, she tore her jeans. Not fun.) she proceeded to walk behind the small little huts and outposts that marked the miners. She watched, unnoticed, hands in her pockets, and continued on her trek as they started their routines into rest. She heard these folks stay out here for months at a time. How could one do that..? World's just too big..

She approached one of the entries, seeing two remaining workers hustling away. One of them glanced at her and turned back to his work. Roan turned, and moved up a small slope, heading north, away from the entrypoint of the quarry. After a few seconds; the worker did a double-take. Did he see something..? Maybe the gas was getting to him..

The makeshift hobo wandered from one part to another, climbing the rocks with a haphazard, nonchalant way. Areas being considered perhaps, by awkward paint slicing into beige stone, but otherwise untouched. Couple times she almost slipped, but through the favor of fools, didn't. She stopped, having reached her destination, a cooky smile on her face. She tapped the ground with her foot. "It's thick here." she noted. She looked up to the sky. Well. Time to start mining.
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Fri Jan 12, 2018 4:08 am

Watching the strange woman enter the sectioned off mining area through the scope of his rifle the ifrit frowns. How was she in all of this? He'd been scouting the area from a nearby ridge his body hidden behind a rock, Musafir a few hundred meters away well out of sight. The horse didn't mind the heat and neither did the flame spirit as he strolls back to the horse. Sliding his rifle into the holster on the saddle he purses his lips as he considers his next move.

Something was going on at this mine, beyond the normal. He could sense eddies and ebbs in the Ambient Ather of the world and it had piqued his interest. It wasn't his business, of course, no one was paying him to be here. However, you didn't leave for as long as Abe had without developing a healthy streak of curiosity. Perhaps this would be the night it finally killed the Ifrit? Probably not he was hard to kill than a cat even if he only had the one life.

As the sun moves towards the horizon he makes his way down towards the camp. He moved in an unhurried manner, only occasionally ducking behind cover or crouching down. Once he was close he simply walks into and then through the fence, relaxing his hold on his physical shell. It drained Ather to do such things but it was effective. Now that he was within in the perimeter it was time to snoop, which is exactly what he did searching for important buildings to poke his nose into or people to eaves drop on.
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Fri Jan 12, 2018 5:49 am

After a bit of time of trying this, Roan had learned a few things.

1. Rock was very hard.
2. Miners suck.
3. Axes do not work well if they don't have the 'pick' part.

Roan found herself heated, and exhausted after a few failed attempts. Cheeks red, hair frizzed, and sweat gathering at the pits of her shirt, no no. This simply will not do, not at all. And what was she doing anyways? She was an ALCHEMIST! Master of science and magic! Surely such work should be left to lesser folk who were content with smacking rocks instead of embracing the beauty that was the world around them. In her efforts, she did manage some sort of crack.. hole.. thing in the ground. That would suffice.

Roan licked her lips, hanging her jaw open as she shuffled through her bags, plucking a few bottles out. One particularly held her gaze for a good solid moment. A vial of concentrated Ather. Well, it wasn't just ather. It was a few other things, after all, refining ather was notoriously a pain in the ass. But you could definitely smell that ather in it. It swirled in her vision for a few moments. She gave it a good shake, the shavings within sparkling. Good. Still enough left. She'd hate to spend it, but what she loses tonight, she could gain tenfold.

Failure didn't even so much come to Roan's addled mind.

Standing idly on the rock, she continued to mix a few various things together. She'd kick some sand, spit in it, making a makeshift mudball.. and continue mixing stuff. It wasn't until she was holding something round and foreign looking, did she look happy with her work. A mad glitter catching her dark gaze. All this baby needed was a little spark and she'd make her own quarry.
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Fri Jan 12, 2018 2:05 pm

Abe's investigation bore a measure of fruit. Men did not tend to discuss their exact plans or reasons to be in a place aloud at the drop of a hat, however, much could be gleaned from bits of information and investigations of paperwork. The quarry was an illegal operation looking to unearth material that had been seeded in the ground from a meteorite that had landed in the area prior to the British invasion of these lands. They called it settling now and back then, but how did you settle already occupied lands?

This material was found in small pockets all around the area and had been found to be Athericly reactive. The reason no true mining operation was taking place was that these were technically Native lands. The native population did not come to this area over much as it was sacred or cursed or something he was vague in this detail. So they would have to either buy the land from the natives, which the natives wouldn't sell or risk discovery and attack but not pay at all. Human greed was such a silly thing.

For example, he'd located the woman who'd sneaked past the perimeter before him. She'd found a secluded spot to dig in the dark and was currently in the process of getting ready to blow herself up. The Ifrit had more than a dozen human's lifetimes worth of collected knowledge in his head, all of which he recalled perfectly. He was familiar with alchemy and he could tell that what she was making would definitely explode, the odds of her surviving the explosion though were small unless she was faster than she looked.

Not only that but it would alert the men just behind the ridge and potentially the natives a few miles away. All in all, it'd be vastly amusing if he'd identified the ingredients correctly. So rather than stop her he settles down, kicks up his feet and waits for the fireworks.
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Sun Jan 14, 2018 3:33 am

Roan lit her concoction, a silly, maddened smile covering her face. She placed it quickly on the ground, and started tiptoeing quickly away. You can't just tromp around areas like this; you'll disturb the animals. Roan stood just a few feet back, watching her makeshift wick fizz.. fizzz....

and then it pittered to a stop. Nothing happened.

Roan frowned. What? Really?

Obviously ignoring the basic rules of fireworks, Roan went back to look at it. It seemed to have just stopped. She poked at it with her foot, rolling around her muddy mess. Nope. Nothing. Roan leaned it close- brows furrowed. Well, that sucked. Releasing a disappointed sigh, she started moving back, putting her hands in her pockets as she thought. Damn. That was no good. She was almost positive that she got that recipe right it was just-

Then a loud roar ruptured behind her, her hair blowing forward from behind, the ground beginning to crack between her feet.

Originally, she did fail. But her stupid self kicking it around got the embers right where it needed to be. She quickly looked behind her to see the rocks falling away, and started to gallop away, looking akin to a drunken fool, one knee reaching waist-high with each jump, hands haphazardly balancing her. She eventually jumped herself to a piece of terrain that didn't fall away beneath her feet, miraculously enough, and turned to see what kind of damage she had done.

Well, she would. If she could see-. The area was completely covered in smoke and fog from where she stood. Sure felt hella tingly though. The arms on her hairs were raised. Or maybe that was adrenaline-.

Only problem was that Roan was now standing on this little 'island' of solid ground, with no definitive way down. Hmm.
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Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:55 am

The entire tragedy of errors played out like something from a play. The woman finished her improvised explosive, lit it on fire ran away, didn't see an explosion, went back, and almost died for her troubles. In all honesty, she should have died for troubles and it was nothing short of a miracle that she didn't get crushed by the rocks and her insides hadn't bee liquefied by the shockwave. He had to guess that she'd had the foresight to shape the charge which accounted for her surviving the explosion. Dumb luck was the only reason she'd survived the aftermath though.

Abe had not escaped the explosion unscathed. He'd been sprayed with rubble and covered with dust, however, both were minor inconveniences as flames erupted from his skin closing the wounds and cleansing the dirt. The dust cloud made seeing almost impossible though he could see the woman's heat from where he was still sitting. He could also see and hear the heat of the miners who were panicking trying to figure out what just happened.

As the dust cleared he can see the impressive crater the woman had made. She'd even managed to uncover some of the odd carbon scored rock from the meteorite though she'd also blown a lot of it into chips. Getting to his feet he slides down into the crater his eyes on a sizable chunk. He didn't really need it but it was an interesting Atheric piece he could have some fun with.
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