Originally I was going to save this minor story for later, then my brain said, "Do it now."
This story revolves around Elements, from Dark Cloud 2. I don't mean the monsters, I mean the Georama materials.
Many times, I see a weapon needing a element, a building needing a element, etc. What happens if someone were to try and experiment with...I don't know, more common uses of Elements? Here's my own theory.
Jaming scratched at his head, looking at the various bottles that now covered his workbench table. He had gone to the Blackstone One earlier, and met a very eccentric looking man, who shoved bottles into his arms. When asked why, the old man simply laughed and went back into the train.
"You're an inventor son. I can see it in ya eyes."
No two bottles were the same, they all contained varying colors of strange liquids, some of the liquids actually jumping inside the bottle on occasion. Jaming let out a sigh.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this.." Jaming mumbled. He grabbed the nearest one, a fiery red bottle. "Fire Element?" He mumbled, pouring the strange liquid into a clear glass bowl. The Element sat in the bowl, not moving, staying it's fiery red color, and emanating a strange warmth. Jaming then did perhaps the most common thing scientists would do if confronted with something new.
He poked it with a stick.
Immediately, the stick caught on fire, Jaming dropping it in shock. It fell to the floor, landing near another piece of wood. Jaming panicked, half expecting the wood to catch on fire. He ran to his fire extinguisher, picking it up. He ran to the burning stick, before he stopped, confused.
The stick was still on fire, but it didn't seem to be getting any shorter, or the fire any dimmer. The flames licked at the other piece of wood, but the other piece of wood never caught on fire.
"What the..?" He mumbled, picking the stick up. It was still burning, the fire still bright orange, but no ashes ever fell off the stick. Curious, Jaming slowly moved his hand into the open flame, despite all his instincts telling him that it was a very bad idea. His hand, however, was not harmed by anyway of the fire. It only grew warmer, but that was it.
"Magical fire?" Jaming mused. "Interesting..." He looked upon the various bottles of elements, curiosity now taking over.
He dumped the rest of the Fire Element back into its bottle, not a drop staying in the glass bowl. He reached out for a green bottle, Earth Element it said on its label. He dumped the contents into the glass bowl, deep green spreading out and filling the bowl. Jaming lightly tapped the not burning end of the stick into the bowl.
Immediately, the fire went out. Jaming looked at it, puzzled.
"What's going on?" He mumbled. He set the stick back on the metal table, where the fire sprang back to life. "Huh?" He mumbled, picking the stick up, only for the fire to go out again. He cautiously lowered the stick to the workbench, where it lit itself once again. However, when the stick was no longer in contact with the table, the fire went out.
"Interesting...It seems at though I can specify under what conditions the fire is lit using other elements." He thought aloud. "Why does it light itself while it's on the table though?" He looked at the table, metal, gleaming and shiny, when it clicked. "Metal's just a refined earth..." He mumbled. He set the stick down on a cloth sheet, where the fire did not reignite. He nodded to himself, satisfied.
"Cotton isn't part of the earth.." He mumbled. He looked at the green liquid, crossing his arms.
"What else can I do with you?" He asked aloud. He looked around the room, spotting a small, thin square of scrap metal. He picked the metal up, giving it a look over. "Hm...if metal's refined earth..."
He placed the metal into the container, letting it soak in the liquid for a few seconds. Using a pair of wooden tweezers, he picked the metal up, not a drop of Earth Element staying on it. He looked over the metal, not seeing much of a change compared to when it went it. Jaming sighed, shaking his head.
"It doesn't seem to change the metal..." He mumbled, gears turning in his head. "Or maybe it does..." He ran around the room, finding a hammer and a long, sharp nail. He placed the metal sheet onto a piece of wooden scrap, holding the nail in the center of it. He lifted the hammer up, swinging it down onto the nail.
The nail glanced off, not even leaving so much a scratch on the thin metal sheet.
"Well...that's interesting." Jaming said, a strange glint in his eyes. He looked at the elements on the table, his mind already thinking of thousands of possibilities.
Part of a mini series! Hooray!