[RP]Skies of Elleard

As Skylar waited for the man to wake up, he was preparing tools and materials for the proper replacing of the fingers. When Dominic awoke, he was questioning Skylar and seemed to be in a panic. "In order, your hand was stabbed and you had nerve damage, so I replaced it with mechanical parts. It was that or you would lack 3 fingers anyway. I'm not entirely sure what happened, I only saw you injured, and yes I tool you here so I could properly work on you."

Jues then, an intercom Skylar had set up went off. Someone was asking about the procedure and it seemed it was the female from Dr. Aspel's place. Skylar walked over to the wall next to the thick steel door and spoke into the mic, "Yes, I am here. It's not finished, but everything should be set. There is a steel door, it's not locked, walk into it, go down the hall, then there is a second steel door, this one much longer. It will automatically slide open. Come on in, I want to discuss something."

Skylar then turned back to Dominic, "And you are in Estes, a town that is a fair distance from the capital city. It hardly passes as a town here, but it's nice and peaceful here." Now Skylar walked over to a table and grabbed a small measuring device. "That job there is only temporary, I would like to get measurements so I can properly craft some fingers for you. You don't need to worry about money, I do this for free unless you were to ask for weapons. Then I'll charge you."

Skylar wasn't smiling, but he didn't look mad or upset in any way, instead he looked completely serious. He would refrain from saying anything about the pain he could receive just yet, but he would tell him at the last minute. "You'll find your fingers immobile at the moment because I haven't connected the nerves yet."
 
Dominic was glad to hear the man answer his questions so quickly, even though in retrospect he realized that he must have sounded rather thankless when he'd asked them.

"In order, your hand was stabbed and you had nerve damage, so I replaced it with mechanical parts. It was that or you would lack 3 fingers anyway. I'm not entirely sure what happened, I only saw you injured, and yes I tool you here so I could properly work on you."

So, it was him. Well, while it certainly would've been nicer if he'd asked him first, he supposed fingers of any kind were better than none. Dominic lowered his left hand again, and looked at the metal protrusions that were now part of him. At least they would fill out his glove when he found a new one, if nothing else. And at least he wasn't bleeding anymore. He just hated the idea of how stigmatic they would be, and after a minute he had to turn his eyes towards other things in the room; he didn't even want to look at them anymore. He knew the right thing to do would be to thank the man, but for the time being, he couldn't seem to formulate the words.

{Inquire} Hello? Mr Toshio? Have you completed the procedure? This is Cuclainn Ainsworth from the Convention and Dr Aspel's shop.

An intercom buzzed on the wall next to a large steel door, projecting a woman's monotone voice that sounded somewhat familiar. Dominic glanced up at it, and raised an eyebrow at the machine. Cuclainn....Come to think of it, Toshio seemed to ring a bell also. He had a flash of a woman with mechanical arms, and the technician currently in front of him introducing himself, and suddenly put two and two together. He glanced up again at the man who had fixed him, Skylar Toshio, as he walked over to the intercom's mic to address the woman he must have also seen at the convention.

"Yes, I am here. It's not finished, but everything should be set. There is a steel door, it's not locked, walk into it, go down the hall, then there is a second steel door, this one much longer. It will automatically slide open. Come on in, I want to discuss something."

So, she was coming here too. How embarrassing. It was already bad enough that he had passed out in front of every woman watching, but he'd actually had this one come over to help him. Granted, with the way she spoke and looked, he wasn't actually sure whether she was a real woman or some form of lifelike robot, but still....He sighed, and tried to distract himself by thinking through the mechanics of an automatic sliding steel door, when the man known as Skylar turned back towards him, and answered the other question he'd asked.

"And you are in Estes, a town that is a fair distance from the capital city. It hardly passes as a town here, but it's nice and peaceful here."

Far from the capital city, eh? Well, that at least was good news. Dominic usually loathed the idea of setting foot into shabby rural hamlets; however, being someone who was known for enjoying all the comforts of metropolitan life, he figured he would be safe from the prying eyes of his creditors in a place like this. And that would be nice for a change; looking over his shoulder every five minutes was becoming an incredible nuisance. He supposed, smirking to himself, that even a small village like this should have some form of establishment where he could get a few drinks, and maybe even a few anonymous women; however, the sooner he could move along with his plans, the better, and that meant getting the hell out of there and looking for the Dewprism as swiftly as he could. Maybe with it, he could finally set things right—even wish his original fingers back, if it were possible. Recalling the original reason he'd ended up at the convention, he wondered if Wilheim had ever found an airship they could use, and how much cash they'd have to spend on it. The last time he'd even seen Wilheim, he had been too out of it to ask him; he wondered where the mercenary was now, and if he'd know to come to Estes to find him.

He watched as Skylar walked over to a table and picked up what looked like some sort of device for measuring, and figured he should try to make some conversation. “Yeah, I can't say I've ever heard of Estes,” he said thoughtfully. “Though, having spent all my life in big cities, I've seen...eh....” He tried to think of a pleasant way to put it. “Regrettably little of anywhere else.” He noted the measuring device in Skylar's hand, and remembered something he'd said a minute ago. “Hey, you said this isn't finished,” he went on, trying in vain to hold up his mechanical fingers again. “What else needs to be done?”

"That job there is only temporary, I would like to get measurements so I can properly craft some fingers for you. You don't need to worry about money, I do this for free unless you were to ask for weapons. Then I'll charge you."

Dominic frowned, his eyes wide. Free? As talented as he seemed to be mechanically, this guy had to have a few screws loose, so to speak. Here he had performed the type of reconstructive work that normally brought a regular physician thousands of bani, and yet he had no problem picking up an injured stranger, taking him to what appeared to be his own laboratory, and stitching him up with intricate mechanical parts? There had to be something wrong here; as discreetly as he could, Dominic reached his good hand behind him, as though rubbing his back, and checked to make sure he could still feel his stacks of bani there. Well, he figured lightly, finding them intact, if Skylar wanted to be generous, he wasn't about to stop him; however he, Dominic Atherton, couldn't just walk away with a free life-saving procedure, it'd look awful of him, whether the guy knew who he was or not. He thought about the concept of weapons being integrated into his fingers, and considered that as a possibility, though he wasn't sure what sorts of alterations were entailed....

“Well,” he said finally, sitting up normally again and coming to a good conclusion. “Money's no object for me, so if you change your mind I'd be more than happy to pay you for the work you've done so far. But you'll have to show me what types of weapons you're talking about, that does sound interesting.” He hesitated. “Er—as long as I can still handle my guns normally, that is. It's something of a pastime for me, I'd hate to give it up.” He held up his metallic fingers again, and grimaced at the way they seemed to just hang there, unconcerned by his attempts to move them. “I've noticed they don't really want to...seem to move or anything as it is....”

He looked at Skylar, who now had a somewhat serious look on his face, though not an angry one.

"You'll find your fingers immobile at the moment because I haven't connected the nerves yet."

Dominic eyed him hesitantly, hoping there wasn't a dire reason for his expression. “Oh. Alright,” he said lightly, holding his injured hand out. “Well, if you need to, then go ahead. It would be nice to be able to feel something in them. And if it's anything painful, you may as well do it right now, while I'm still feeling a little out of it. I was actually going to ask you if you had anything to eat or drink next, I'm guessing I lost a good amount of blood back there.” He chuckled, trying to make light of the room starting to spin around again.

He suddenly remembered his carrying case full of firearms and ammo, and realized it wasn't strapped to his back anymore. “Oh, and where's that big leather case I had on, do you know? It's got something important of mine in it.”
 
"Yes, I am here. It's not finished, but everything should be set. There is a steel door, it's not locked, walk into it, go down the hall, then there is a second steel door, this one much longer. It will automatically slide open. Come on in, I want to discuss something."

{Acknowledgment} Alright. I will enter with the man that was with him.

"So, where's the Doc?"

Inside. Please follow me if you missed his instructions.

As promised, the steel door was not locked and Cuclainn and Wilheim entered the premises, followed down the hallway and met with yet another steel door. This one slid open as they approached and there, laid the dapper gentleman that was wounded and Mr Toshio.

Sir, i do believe this leather case to be yours. {Relief} And it is a pleasure to see you fine.

Cuclainn showed Dominic the case she had taken and set it by the wall.

{Inquire} So what was it that you wish to discuss, Mr Toshio? Or do you wish for me to stand by until you finish the procedure?

 
Inside. Please follow me if you missed his instructions.

Wilheim followed Cuculainn through the steel door into the hallway. Following it, they found another door one which slid open. It was there that they found both Dr. Toshio and Dominic.

Sir, i do believe this leather case to be yours. {Relief} And it is a pleasure to see you fine.

Wilheim walking over to Dominic, watching his hand, which now has 3 mechanical digits. "Heh, looks good on ya." Wilheim said, "I assume that guy that did it too ya...you know." He stopped, hoping the boy understood what he meant."

{Inquire} So what was it that you wish to discuss, Mr Toshio? Or do you wish for me to stand by until you finish the procedure?

"Yeah, you said you had a job for me, that you wanted me to help you build something." Wilheim put his hand on his chin and started stroking it. "I just wanted to know exactly, what do you want me to build?"
 
As if on command, the answers to two of Dominic's questions suddenly entered the room simultaneously. Wilheim had arrived at the laboratory, along with the woman from the convention, Cuclainn. To Dominic's relief, she was holding the satchel, which actually surprised him a little; most of the women he'd met in his life wouldn't have been able to carry it very easily. He smiled at her as she approached him, and showed it to him.

Sir, i do believe this leather case to be yours. {Relief} And it is a pleasure to see you fine.

Dominic hesitated, still a little miffed by her stoic tone. He figured he should try to ignore it, though, and treat her as normally as anyone else, just in case. “It's a pleasure to see you as well,” he said cordially, grinning. “And thank you,” he added, nodding at the case, “I'm sure I would have been missing that later on.” He thought of their previous encounter, and figured he should remedy things. “Oh, and I'm Dominic, by the way,” he added, giving a small wave. “My apologies for the somewhat awkward introduction earlier, I don't usually pass out in the middle of meeting people.” He noticed, as he watched her take the case and set it a short distance away next to the wall, that in addition to the mechanical arms she had, a large portion of her abdomen seemed to have been replaced with moving gears. With so many artificial mechanisms, he thought, either she really was a robot, or she was a living person who had been through a hell of a lot. It was a shame, either way; excluding her mechanical parts, she was rather lovely.

Wilheim came over to him next, and Dominic noticed that the mercenary was eying his replacement fingers. He realized that it must have seemed a bit unprofessional of him to waste the man's time by getting sidetracked by personal business. Fortunately, though, Wilheim didn't seem too irritated.

"Heh, looks good on ya."

Dominic chuckled, and looked down at the fingers himself. “Yeah, I suppose,” he muttered. “It'll just...take some getting used to, I guess.” He didn't want to say anything more negative than that; Skylar was standing right there, with three artificial limbs of his own that seemed to work fine, and he didn't want to sound any more unappreciative than he already had earlier.

"I assume that guy that did it too ya...you know."

Dominic raised an eyebrow at Wilheim, then realized what he meant. “Oh, no,” he replied quickly with a laugh, “no, he's just an old business rival, of sorts. He's envied my situation for years, so I'm actually not surprised he decided to try something like this.” He glanced around the room at the three of them with chagrin. “It's merely personal business though; I am sorry that so many people were dragged into it. If I'd thought it would turn out this way I certainly wouldn't have humored him.”

His thoughts returned to their present situation, and he was just about to ask Wilheim whether he'd found any viable airships at the convention when he and Cuclainn struck up a conversation with Skylar.

{Inquire} So what was it that you wish to discuss, Mr Toshio? Or do you wish for me to stand by until you finish the procedure?

"Yeah, you said you had a job for me, that you wanted me to help you build something. I just wanted to know exactly, what do you want me to build?"

Building something? Dominic hoped that wouldn't interfere with their plans; he'd already hired Wilheim for something that would likely keep them on the move for a while, and take them far away from here. Wondering briefly about what sorts of inventions someone with such an elaborate lab might need help with, he finally spoke up himself. “Yes, I'm curious as well,” he offered, blinking a little as his vision blurred for a second; he remembered how badly he needed food, and hoped Skylar had something decent on hand. “Is it something that will take long?” He cringed, and sat forward, clutching his head; he really needed to replace some blood cells, especially if the procedure still had yet to see its second act.
 
The energy from the Ephemera had kicked in, and Athena was feeling fantastic. She was ready for a day's work, and now that she had the energy to do it, there was nothing holding her back. This... this was why she loved... LOVED the taste of Ephemera. No... it wasn't the taste. It was the sensation. That was it.

Athena didn't even know she was staggering, wearing a grin like a brain addled seal, until she looked in the shop window. Tutting at herself with a playful smile, she tucked her hair back into place and moved on, a slightly less feral look on her face this time. Besides, who would see her? And who would dare to stop her. NOBODY WOULD! And with that thought giving her another reason to smile on, she moved on, a spring in her step, her body full of beautiful, yet destructive pink pills.
 
(I guess since Rao is elf ish she could be the same, and she's around 6-7. She was supposed to be an npc so I didn't bother much with bio.)

Young one, what are you doing alone in such a place? Are you lost or with others?

Elanora was busy worrying about her own master before this woman began to speak. From out of the darkness, Elanora was scared. "I-I'm supposed to be with master Rao." she spoke. "But I think he got lost."

The child stood in the dark. She was the apprentice of a true scientists and mage. She could fend for herself if she needed to. Strangers weren't always to be trusted.

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The dark corridor casts gloomy shadows as the lights on the torches on the sides of the walls flickered with magical fire. Rao had come to stop at a door. Angry voices grew loud from the other side. Rao opened the heavy stone door and a large dark place stood on the other side. Rao stepped in, having the door close him in. Lights seemed to flicker the instant the door shut and what could be seen was machines, old mechs used in the last war between Nerestrians and Skylerkians.

"Oh my..." Rao spoke as he examined the nearest one.

It was older, but not completely outdated. It was definitely of Skylerkian type. Something was wrong though. It looked like an underground lab of the Nerestrian. How could mechs have ended up here? Rao looked around, the place was so huge that the ceiling could not been seen with the naked eye. Only darkness above. It looked as if the hangar went on forever and it looked like about 100 machina were being stored here.

Rao glanced forward at what seemed like a terminal off to the right side. He looked up to it. It was an old database computer. He touched the screen but nothing happened. He typed on the keypad beneath but still nothin happened. He spied a chip lying upon the floor and picked it up. Just then her heard noises again, angry, moaning noises.

Rao was frightened for a small second before he spotted an opening on the Database. He pushed the chip in and the machine, no the hangar itself roared to life. Rao could feel the ground chaking, the ceiling humming, the mechs vibrating. Something big was about to happen...
 
OOC: Alright. But thats a huge age gap of over 200 odd years.

Arya

"I-I'm supposed to be with master Rao, but I think he got lost."

Arya thought it was probably that. She could hardly believe this small elf would run so far into the forest to play around on her own whim. Now that she knew she had a guardian, Arya guessed that the best thing to do was to find him and reunite them as soon as possible and return to her own musing.

That is not good. I suppose you came from down that corridor behind you? Let's retrace your path. It is not safe to be around these caves at your age alone. Come along.

Arya strode by Elanora and snapped her finger, in which many more fireflies responded and gathered around, lighting the area near herself and the small girl like a fire torch. It was quite bright now and Arya got a better look at her. Small, no more than 7, elf. Arya felt partial to her kinsmen.

Lets not dawdle. Your guardian might be be lost or injured in these catacombs.
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OOC: I'll not be posting as Lewa until my IRL is more sorted and I will be making Skylar an NPC until my IRL is sorted as well, I have held this RP back long enough.

SKYLAR

He didn't speak until everyone else had finished and then went right to business with the other two. Looking at both of them, he opened up a program file that showed very thoroughly detailed blueprints of the airship he wanted to build. "I want to build this. You have hands, I have money and materials. Everything you'll need will be here, I've already got most of it's frame work built, just not assembled. I will pay well amd work alongside you."

Turning to face Dominic, he said, "Now to your business" And began measuring the different parts to Dominic's still living hand. He wrote down all the measurements on a piece of paper and then walked over to a work bench that contained many parts. The sound of metal scraping metal was all that could be heard as he cut out the different things he needed. He could now begin to work at his own will. He had to shame the fingers so he was constantly measuring the artificial ones.

After about five minutes of assembling finger parts, he walked over to Dominic and took off the temporary hand. Skylar then showed the new three fingers and hand. "This is your new hand. I installed some blades that come out with a lot of pressure, they will release when you want them to as it is all nerve activated. The mobility will be just as coordinated as your original hand, so yes you can still use guns." Taking a deep breath, it was now time to do what Skylar hated most. Connect the nerves. "I suggest you close your eyes and clench your other fist, this is going to hurt."

Skylar had to manually reach in and grab the main nerve and pull it out. This was the only painfull part. Then ht had to connect it through to the hand he had just crafted. To any normal person, this would have hurt like hell. Now he simply connected it to the frame he had set up to hold muscles in place. "Go ahead and move it around. It should still feel funny, but your coordination should be exactly the same."
 
Dominic looked on and listened, still clutching his head, as Skylar answered the inquiries of Cuclainn and Wilheim. The mechanic opened up a file on a nearby computer, and a set of elaborate blueprints materialized before them, depicting what looked like an airship. He then addressed his two new guests:

"I want to build this. You have hands, I have money and materials. Everything you'll need will be here, I've already got most of it's frame work built, just not assembled. I will pay well amd work alongside you."

Interesting, thought Dominic. This could certainly work to his advantage. He and Wilheim had been looking for an airship to purchase....If they were able to build one from scratch, that would save them a massive amount of money. It might take a little while, but still...

Skylar then turned to face him.

"Now to your business"

Dominic let go of his head, shaken from his thoughts, and sat up straight again eagerly, putting his hands out where Skylar could reach them; he would be grateful when this was finally over with. “Alright,” he said calmly; he hoped this would be nice and easy. The technician came over to Dominic, and started taking detailed measurements of his right hand, writing them down. Once he was done, Dominic watched as he went over to a work bench, and started crafting the more complete replacement fingers he had mentioned. It didn't take long before he was finished, and when he was, he came back over to Dominic and removed his three temporary fingers. Dominic gave the empty space that was left over a funny look; it was unusual to see nothing there. He glanced up again as Skylar showed him the new attachments, which looked much nicer than the first ones.

"This is your new hand. I installed some blades that come out with a lot of pressure, they will release when you want them to as it is all nerve activated. The mobility will be just as coordinated as your original hand, so yes you can still use guns."

Excellent, thought Dominic; that was certainly a relief. And—blades? Nerve-activated blades? His eyes lit up; he couldn't help but smile a little at the idea of it. Being privy to a set of weapons concealed in his fingertips could certainly prove useful if he ended up in a jam, either during the course of the journey or on his own. Plus, he figured that if he couldn't have his original fingers back, then a little upgrade bonus like this was at least some consolation. He was just about to express his gratitude when Skylar said something that spoiled his improving mood.

"I suggest you close your eyes and clench your other fist, this is going to hurt."

Dominic frowned at him; he hadn't mentioned anything about pain. “Wait—what?” he asked apprehensively, as Skylar took hold of his hand again. He didn't have much time to think about it, however, before he was subjected to the most terrible agony he'd ever experienced in his life.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!”

Dominic screamed at the top of his lungs; he bit his lip, scowling, and grabbed the edge of the table he was sitting on with his good hand, trying not to move around too much or make too much of a scene. He didn't watch what Skylar was doing, but he knew it was taking much longer than he wanted it to; the feeling in his hand was even more torturous than when Jeremy had stabbed it. He remembered what Skylar had said earlier, however, and figured he must be connecting the nerves, which meant they were probably almost done with the procedure; if that was the case, he just had to hold on a bit longer. He took a few deep, measured breaths; he was trying not to let his discomfort show too much, given the company he was in—he certainly didn't want a repeat of what had happened at the convention. He was finally relieved when the harsh pain suddenly stopped, and dulled down to a mere soreness; he sighed thankfully, and figured Skylar must have finished working with the nerves themselves. A few moments later, following some last-minute tinkering, the technician finally let go of his hand, and made a very welcome announcement.

"Go ahead and move it around. It should still feel funny, but your coordination should be exactly the same."

Dominic glanced up at him, and chuckled weakly. “Over already, huh?” he said wryly, and glanced down at his new fingers, hoping sincerely that nothing further would need to be modified; that pain had really knocked the wind out of him. He tried wiggling them slowly, in spite of the lingering aching, and they moved; they also seemed to fit him much more evenly than the last ones, and appeared to have been flawlessly integrated into the rest of his hand. Finding the visual and mobile aspects satisfactory, he thought of what Skylar had said about the weapons, and tried flicking his hand out; with a satisfying ring, three sharp blades suddenly projected themselves from within his metallic fingertips. Awestruck, Dominic curled his fingers up, and they retracted; the technology at work here was amazing. He looked back up at Skylar, and shook his head, quite impressed by what he had done. “Wow, this is phenomenal. Thank you.” He thought of what he'd said about the cost. “And I'll pay you whatever you want for the blades, just let me know how much and I'll take care of it.” He'd have to fish the bani out of his hidden coat pocket at some point; he still needed to give Wilheim the first part of his salary too.

Another dizzy spell hit him; combined with the experience from hell he had just been through, and the throbbing soreness in his recovering hand, he really wasn't feeling a hundred percent. Wondering where Skylar kept his food, and feeling the need to get up and get some fresh air, he decided he ought to get up, and explore a little more of this unusual facility. He stood up achingly, stretched his arms over his head, and started trudging towards the sliding steel door that led out into the hallway. “Well, I, um, I think I'm going to step out for a minute,” he said casually, as he approached it. “I'll be back shortly.”

He stepped out into the hallway without looking back, and took a few slow steps down the corridor. As soon as he saw the door slide shut behind him, he sighed, flopped back against one of the walls, grabbed his sore hand with his good one, and threw his head back, gritting his teeth at the ceiling. Holy shit, that had hurt like a motherfucker.

Once he had rested for a minute, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again and made his way down the hallway to the next room, which seemed to be a living room of some sort. Though it wasn't as fancy as his parlor at home, it was a welcome sight to find something here other than another laboratory; apparently Skylar was both living and working here. Dominic could see the kitchen from within it as well, and as soon as he did, he made a beeline for it. Food, food, food. And hopefully, alcohol.

He opened up the large pantry, and scanned the shelves for anything at least halfway edible. He never made food for himself, so such an operation was completely foreign to him; he hoped whatever item he located would have some sort of instructions on it for making it. He found a loaf of bread that looked relatively fresh; he supposed that was a start. He bypassed a jar of pickles, making a disgusted face at it, then found a tomato, some lettuce, a jar of mayonnaise, and a large chunk of roast beef. A sandwich. That would be easy enough. He carried the bundle of ingredients over to the counter, and plopped them down, then returned to the pantry to see if there was anything else that looked interesting. Nothing else appealed to him, so he closed it, and went back over to the items he had scavenged; he would at least be satisfied with a sandwich if nothing else.

He glanced around briefly, wondering where to find appropriate cutting utensils, and seeing nothing on any of the counters, started opening some of the drawers. He found a kitchen knife, and held it up in the light; it looked somewhat dull for the purposes for which he would need it. He glanced down as he replaced it in the drawer, catching his mechanical fingers in the corner of his eye, and a sly thought occurred to him. Maybe it was because he was a little out of it, or that since he'd woken up this morning his world had flipped completely on its end, but somehow, to him it seemed absolutely brilliant. Smirking to himself, he released the blades from his fingertips, lined up the ingredients on the counter, and started chopping them to pieces with them.

They went all over the place; he wasn't very good at it, and he had to keep lunging for pieces of his dinner as they rocketed all over the counter, trying to keep from losing them to the floor. But, it was still working. He laughed to himself as he cut a slice of roast beef off of the chunk, and threw it on a piece of bread he'd slathered with mayonnaise. He piled everything else on top of the sandwich as soon as it was shredded, then plopped another piece of bread on top of it, smooshed it together, and took a huge bite out of it, ignoring all the manners and propriety he'd been conditioned to use growing up. It wasn't something he would normally order his chefs to prepare for him, but it was tasty and filling enough to get him by for the moment, and he ate the whole thing, not even bothering to get a plate for it. When he was done, he wiped his hands, mouth, and the blades on a cloth napkin; then made a meager attempt at repackaging the leftover items, and tossed them back in the cabinet wherever there was room. Satisfied that he'd done a good job, he swung the pantry doors closed, and began rummaging through some of the other cabinets in pursuit of the other thing he was craving: liquor.

“Aha,” he said finally, crouched down in front of one of the lower cabinets he was peering into. He'd located a stash of well-seasoned scotch, and he pulled out one of the bottles that had a long-bygone year on the label. He stood up, found a reasonably large glass in one of the upper cabinets, and popped open the bottle with a nearby corkscrew. He poured himself a full glass, downed the whole thing in under a minute, then poured himself another, and drank the whole thing also, relishing in its flavor. It wasn't his favorite brand, but it was still damned good.

He set the glass down, satisfied, and smiled, then looked over his shoulder at the entrance to the hallway he'd come in through. When he got back, they were probably going to ask him to help them start working on that airship, even if it meant working all the rest of the way through what was left of this evening. He thought for a minute, then grabbed his glass, and poured himself one more round.

He returned to the laboratory a few minutes later, after he'd finished it all, and grinned jovially at everyone in the room. “Alright, I'm back,” he announced brightly. “What'd I miss?” He then looked at Skylar. “Also, I sampled a few items in your kitchen, I hope you don't mind,” he added, nodding at him with an apologetic grimace.
 
OOC: Skippings Lewa and Shadow's turns as per player requests.

Julius:

His self-modification design complete, he carried the blueprint back to his workroom. Quickly checking the boy's vitals and finding them sufficient, he walked to the center table. Reaching behind him and under his cloak he pressed the calibration point in the correct order to disengage the arm. As always, he felt a slight twinge as the micromechanics removed themselves from the nerve connectors.

Laying it down on the table, he pressed the hidden button inside the connector plate that opened up the armor plating. Inside were the small wires that connected Julius' nerves to the arm itself, laid out like a human's nerve system. Sizing them up with a dial caliper from his worktable, he went to his manufacturing area and started up his tools.

While they were heating up, he selected several choice pieces of steel and the components to make smaller air compressors. using a large one as a reference, He constructed ten compressors, five for each arm. The machines ready, he shaped the steel into the chambers he would use to hold the compressed air.

Finishing after an hour or so, he came back to the table he was working at and slotted in the compressors into the chambers and the chambers in to the arm. Pulling out an appropriate size neural cable he connected it to the final chamber. He would now be able to fire the air bullets at a thought.

Closing it back up, he slotted it back into place, connecting the new neural cable to one of the extra ports on the graft. Again he felt the twinge that happened in his first grafts but that was normal. He flexed the arm. It was a touch heavier but still as maneuverable.

He followed the same process with his other arm. This one didn't take as long since he already had the parts ready. By the time he was done though, light was streaming through the windows of his shop. He yawned and stretched, the fingers of his mechanical arms brushing the ceiling.

He was about to go back up when he heard another yawn. Looking over at his patient, he found the boy had awoken, thankfully without screaming. He tried to sit up and began to struggle when he found himself bound. Julius rushed over there to hold him down.

"Lay still, you don't want to rip your stitches. You've been severly injured. Thanks to myself and several others though, you've been saved. Once your body has healed up we'll check how well you move. For now, I was see how well you've faired mentall from all this. Now calm down and take deep breaths."

As Julius had been talking the boy has started hyperventilating at the news. Foillows Julius' advice he took a few breaths and calmed down.

"I...I don't know. Anything really... My name is Nick Donovan...At least I think. It's the only thing I can remember."

"Well, Nick. I don't think it would be that good of a thing for you to know about your past, at least, not from what I can tell. You need to stay here on this table at least for another 8 hours before we can move you. So, I'm going to knock you out again and when you wake up we can move you. Night."

Julius pulled out another shot of sedative from the cart and injected Nick with it.

"Wait..." He was out before he could finish.

"Don't worry. We can talk about that when I wake up."

With that, He turned out the lights and went up to his room on the third floor. Pressing the single button that locked down the entire building, he crawled into his bed, lying in the special mattress he had made to accomodate his grafts.(think one of those tempurpedic mattresses.)

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Alistere:

As the evening came on, both the boy and girl had gotten more friendly and Alistere was enjoying himself immensely. He sat there laughing with the two of them and a small group of listeners as he recounted the stories that happened on his days inbetween.

"So anyway,he's drunk as bloody hell and he comes after me with this huge axe. It had to have been about the size of that guy." He pointed at one of the listeners with his head. "So he comes charging after me and I use my wind magic to pull the rug out from under him. His axe goes flying into the wall and he falls back onto a table. The table flips over on top of him and send about 10 mugs, 6 filled with drink flying out into the bar. These all hit other patrons. And they're drunk and now enraged so they start a brawl and dogpile on the first guy and im standing there in the middle of it laughing. At the end of it, he end up flying against the wall his axe slammed into which knocks it loose and it falls on his head knocking him out. Suffice to say, no more trouble from him."

The listeners all laughed as did the his new friends. The elven girl laid her haid on his shoulder and laughed gently. "So does this sort of thing always happens?"

"Oh, it happens often enough. To be honest, I would have thought one would happen tonight. And as it turns out, I may have more fun." WIth those words he ruffled their hair.

The boy looked a bit alarmed at those words. "Fun? What do you mean fun?"

"You, me, and Erika up in my room. That alright with you, Vincent?"

"I...guess..."

"Good. Let's go." He took them both by the hands and led them to his room. He shut the door with a wicked grin before turnign around.

"So, who wants to be first?"
 
OOC: Short post is short, i apologize, just trying to see what I'm working with.

"I want to build this. You have hands, I have money and materials. Everything you'll need will be here, I've already got most of it's frame work built, just not assembled. I will pay well and work alongside you."

Wilhelm looked at the overall design of the airship, and was very impressed with the design. "You're design is impressive, I really would like to see what has been finished so far. Other than that, me and Dominic here were looking for an airship anyway." Wilhelm began putting his hand on his chin "Shoot, I'll accept the contract." He smiled.
 
Lets not dawdle. Your guardian might be be lost or injured in these catacombs.

Elanora gazed up at the woman with bright eyes. She didn't know her, but felt safe all the same. "We can't go back that way there's a hole in the ground." she said to the woman.

"Me and master Rao were cave exploring." she said cheerfully. "Look at all these samples."

She held up her palm to the woman and smiled before remembering her grave situation. As she turned she felt slight vibrations. The cave began to shake as if an earthquake was trembling. The small girl held onto the other woman for support.

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Rao kept still as the mechana machines seemed to come to life all by themselves. One by one they seemed to blast upwards towards the ceiling hangar. Rao acted upon impulse and ran to the nearest ship that was about to take off. He grabbed onto it's wing and flew up with it. It burst through the earth and then out into the sky. Rao Themmbal could only jump in a second to land in front of the cave he had just entered. But as for the mechana, they swarmed the sky and flew about in crazy patterns. "What have I just discovered?" he whispered.
 
Arya

"We can't go back that way there's a hole in the ground. Me and master Rao were cave exploring. Look at all these samples."

A collapsed road was indeed worrisome. Arya puffed on her pipe while she thought on. The integrity of the tunnels and caves were sturdy as they can get, so this was definitely troubling her to the point where she was contemplating going to investigate. However the small girl was priority. The tremor she felt was becoming stronger and not far from where they stood, there was a sound of something exploding from the ground. Arya let out her spatial awareness and felt multiple mechanical dolls in her immediate area.

Hold on tight little one. We will be exiting in a rather unorthodox manner.

Arya drew MIST from its holster and aimed it at her head. A visible blue beam emitted from the barrel with an equally visible flare at the other side of her head. Metis materialised in front of the duo, hammer in hand.

Metis. i want this wall gone. See to it.

Silently, Metis raised her hammer and with a single strike, blew away almost half the cave where they stood, pouring sunlight into the darkness. Numerous mechs buzzed around the air, creating a din never heard in the forest. The animals were scurrying away scared and it disturbed Arya's peace. Not too far from them, she sighted another man

Is that your master? let us go to him.

Taking the girl with her hand, Arya brought the small elf to the man on the floor.

Are you this girl's guardian? What is going on?

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Cuclainn

"I want to build this. You have hands, I have money and materials. Everything you'll need will be here, I've already got most of it's frame work built, just not assembled. I will pay well amd work alongside you."

Cuclainn was taken aback by the job offer. It was not her usual mercenary jobs so she was taken aback for a second, her face in open eyed confusion, but it might work to her advantage. After all, Dominic seemed to be in look for hired hands and she could do with another job. It was surprising how stingy and cheap people have become, so any job was good.

{Hesitant} Well, it cant hurt to help. Any job is good, so i may as well assist. However, i may require your technical expertise, Mr Toshio.

"You're design is impressive, I really would like to see what has been finished so far. Other than that, me and Dominic here were looking for an airship anyway.

Similiarly, Cuclainn was impressed with the design of the airship. She herself was interested in how it would turn out.

"Shoot, I'll accept the contract."

{Conclusive} As will i. i am rather interested. Tell us when and where to build and we can begin construction.

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OOC: I will take a chance to use Squee's character for the time being, I hope I got his character down. If not, screw it I tried... -__-

IC:
{Conclusive} As will i. i am rather interested. Tell us when and where to build and we can begin construction.

"Alright then, follow me." Skylar said, he started walking to another door, one which slid open. Wilhelm followed the young inventor through the door, entering a very large room. With a snap of the fingers, Skylar activated the lighting, revealing the frame of an unfinished airship design. Much of the floorplan was finished, but it seemed to be missing the steam engine as well as the hydraulics and pneumatic systems required to run it. In addition, the shell was mainly bare, and had to be added on.

"Well, pretty fine ship you got there. When would you like us to begin?"

"You may begin as soon as you possibly can. The tools are readily available for all of you."

"Alright, let's see if we can get it done."

OOC: So do you want it to be done in pieces or would you like one big montage?
 
OOC: IMO I'd say we should probably do it in pieces; that way, we might not have to explain as much about its layout/construction later, and we might be able to weave in a bit of dialogue concerning trying to convince Skylar to join us on the trip as well. If the other way would be better with you guys though then that's fine too.
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Dominic realized after a second that everyone who was in the room was actually standing in a rather large doorway off to one side, having moved since he'd left. They paid no attention to his reentry, which made him frown a bit, so he approached the new area curiously, wondering what he would see once he too crossed the threshold.

He came up behind Skylar, Wilheim, and Cuclainn, and found himself staring into the center of a vast room full of mechanical equipment. At the focus of attention was a huge airship skeleton, one suggestive of a vessel which would be long, hearty, and spacious in all the right places. He stepped forward slowly to examine it, then folded his arms, and smirked to himself; what luck. The only thing better would've been to walk right in on a finished product; however, if this was completely free, he wasn't going to complain. They almost had an airship. And what lay beyond, was all a matter of map reading and treasure hunting. He could almost hear the whirring of the engine already.

Speaking of engines, he glanced about the framework's interior for the unit that would power this mammoth device. As it would have been large and easy to spot, he noticed almost immediately that it wasn't there, and felt a pang of dread: he hoped sincerely that whatever steam engine lay in the shadows awaiting installation was an Atherton model. The thought of riding about with the new Leywater abomination—or really, any of them, old or new—was absolutely disgusting. If for some reason Skylar was planning on using the brainchild of his family's competitors, he, Dominic, would be willing to travel on foot to the next town and drag back the first Atherton engine he could find, even if it took hiring a hundred people to help him. He—wait, there it was, glinting patiently in the far corner of the room—an Atherton A-100 series. Tirade averted.

He examined the rest of the ship's structure as best he could from afar, feeling much relieved, and took note of all the different components, thinking through all the pieces they'd need that were missing. It seemed to be a simple matter of assembling a collection of components that were already there—which, though he admittedly knew little about such things, ought not to be too hard, given the complex blueprints Skylar had shown them earlier. And then, really all they would need to do, other than load it with fuel water and supplies, would be to fasten the exterior shell in place on the framework. He smirked to himself. That ought to make for a riveting experience.

He heard the others talking, and realized now that he had come in in the middle of a conversation. He turned back towards them to listen, arms still folded.

"Well, pretty fine ship you got there. When would you like us to begin?"

"You may begin as soon as you possibly can. The tools are readily available for all of you."

"Alright, let's see if we can get it done."

Dominic raised a surprised eyebrow; apparently they were already prepared to jump into this thing. And Skylar had said “all of you”...apparently that meant Cuclainn too. That was interesting. Dominic gave her a curious look; he wondered what kind of work she was planning on doing. She did seem to be fairly strong for a woman....Perhaps she'd be a good person to recruit for the expedition as well, if she was particularly handy....

For the moment though, he turned his attention to the issue at hand, as they were probably all eager to get started. “Well, it seems going to the convention turned out to be worthwhile after all, huh?” he joked, looking at Wilheim. He turned to Skylar. “I must admit, I'm not particularly hands-on with this sort of thing; however, if you're willing to let us use it, I'll certainly be inclined to help out in whatever way I can. It's the least I can do,” he added, giving an inferential wave with his new prosthetic fingers. “Just name something and I'll get to work on it.”
 
OOC: Oli, waiting on Reo, unless you plan to pull out. Ill have Ryu's post soon in FFF RP Kate.

Cuclainn

She was not disappointed with the frame that sat in the room. It had a lot of potential. Cuclainn had some ideas for experimental weaponry she could add to the ship. Since it seemed a good deal smaller than most standard warships, even the lighter class, it would need harder hitting and technologically advanced armaments. The one that Cuclainn was very tempted to make was a anti ship weapon that she had taken from a RnD lab she raided a while ago. It was ingenious, but also rather mad at the same time. It ran on magnetically accelerated molten projectile system, quite capable of tearing through almost any medium class warship in a single shot. Granted, alignment wouldn't be very good, considering its size, but it was definitely worth having in order to go toe to toe with enemies. She also had ideas about less innovative weapons that were less... powerful, but were more useful in small combat rather than outright battle.

"Well, pretty fine ship you got there. When would you like us to begin?"

"You may begin as soon as you possibly can. The tools are readily available for all of you."

"Alright, let's see if we can get it done."

Well, it seems going to the convention turned out to be worthwhile after all, huh? I must admit, I'm not particularly hands-on with this sort of thing; however, if you're willing to let us use it, I'll certainly be inclined to help out in whatever way I can. It's the least I can do. Just name something and I'll get to work on it.”
{Informative suggestion} I have an idea about a ship-lengthed cannon. It would be an oversized weapon that would require perpendicular ship alignment in order to fire, but with this additional firepower, it would not be dwarfed when fighting against anything less than a battlecruiser.

Cuclainn paused for a second. This was a crucial question. The gun she was making would run a good deal along the spine of the ship. She would need the approval of the others before she starts. The other armaments he were making were side turrents with autocannons as well as machine guns and a few lighter cannon turrets for smaller ship. Those were easier to make and get approved as they were rather standard.

{Hesitant} Problem is... this weapon runs a good deal of the length of the ship. It would take a good deal of space near the middle. Plus, it may take a good deal of power to run. Will your engines and generator be able to take this stress Sir?

For her last question, she turned to Dominic. After all, it was his company's engine. He should be able to speak for its ability.

OOC: If Kevin will let it go through, just fudge some numbers and say yes Gamingway.

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"Hmm" Skylar said, pondering about Cuclainn's idea. Wilhelm also took note of the idea. "Say, that's not a bad idea. But..." Wilheim started wagging his finger. He does it sometimes when he's thinking what he wants to say next.

"It is indeed possible, though it would require a modification to the generator." Skylar said. "It would take a lot of power to run it when it is in use, but there is a way to store any excess power if the time requires." He pointed to a large clear tube. Wilheim walked towards it and saw the thing for itself, it was a clear tube, within it was a black rock-like cylinder, surrounded by what looks like a clear liquid. Wilhelm rubbed his chin, then said, "A Lead-Acid Cell Battery, I've heard stories about it, but I never used one before."

"We would need several to store excess energy from the steam engine used to power the ship."

"Well, that deals with the power source, Dominic, you know bout the engines, you think the engines will prevent us from crashing when we fire it?"
 
(OOC: After crunching lots and lots of numbers, I think it's probably the most practical for us to have a condensing system for the steam engine, so that we don't have to carry around the Pacific Ocean to fuel it O_O Hope that's okay guys)
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{Informative suggestion} I have an idea about a ship-lengthed cannon. It would be an oversized weapon that would require perpendicular ship alignment in order to fire, but with this additional firepower, it would not be dwarfed when fighting against anything less than a battlecruiser.

Dominic glanced over at Cuclainn in slight amazement; now she was talking about heavy-duty guns and battleships, and as though they were everyday subjects for her, no less. It was an interesting contrast, considering she was standing there wearing a frilly, elegant (albeit, oddly metallic-looking) dress and a hair bonnet, as though she were ready to come to one of his weekly fancy dress parties. He smirked a little; he couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing to see a woman involved in such things.

{Hesitant} Problem is... this weapon runs a good deal of the length of the ship. It would take a good deal of space near the middle. Plus, it may take a good deal of power to run. Will your engines and generator be able to take this stress Sir?

Dominic started a bit as she turned towards him to ask the question. He stared at her blankly for a moment, trying to figure out some numbers in his head; he wasn't really that knowledgeable about mechanics, given the fact that he'd always been more interested in playing with steam-powered toys than building them. However, he definitely refused to paint himself an idiot in front of anyone, and especially colleagues or hired hands, or those who had the potential to be either. “Oh, heh,” he answered finally, smiling with feigned confidence, “absolutely, my dear. As long as it's within reason. An Atherton A-100 series such as that one down there--” he turned and nodded at the engine at the far end of the room behind him “--can output upwards of 20,000 kilowatts per hour, which is hard to top for something like this. Not to mention, it boasts an extremely efficient condensing system, in order to reduce one's need to carry around unmanageable amounts of water. So, yes, as long as we have plenty of coal and a reasonable supply of extra water, we should be fine.” He thought for a minute. “Of course, there is the matter of things like weapons being a...hopefully...inconsistent utilization of power. And without knowing how often or intensively we'd need to use them, I'm not sure whether we would have rampant amounts of energy....Unless, of course, the ship's design implemented some sort of energy storage system.” He looked hesitantly at Skylar, who, along with Wilheim, seemed to agree with Cuclainn's suggestion as well.

"Hmm"

"Say, that's not a bad idea. But..."

"It is indeed possible, though it would require a modification to the generator. It would take a lot of power to run it when it is in use, but there is a way to store any excess power if the time requires."

Skylar indicated a large, clear cylinder not far from where they were standing. Within the tubelike casing, a smaller black cylinder seemed to be suspended within some sort of transparent liquid. Dominic gazed at it curiously; it looked very much like a prototype for a battery he'd seen once at a convention, though he wasn't sure whether this design was exactly the same. Wilheim walked over to examine the device; apparently he was also interested.

"A Lead-Acid Cell Battery, I've heard stories about it, but I never used one before."

"We would need several to store excess energy from the steam engine used to power the ship."

"Well, that deals with the power source, Dominic, you know bout the engines, you think the engines will prevent us from crashing when we fire it?"

Dominic glanced from the battery back to Wilheim, thinking it through briefly. “Well, yes,” he replied, “so long as the propelling system is run on the engine's mechanical energy; there shouldn't be much of a conflict if that's the case. I wouldn't advise having anything vital set up to be completely reliant on the generator if we're going to be using its power for weapons.” He smirked wryly. “Besides, that might allow us to use said artillery a bit more liberally, if needed. After all, we have no idea what we might face on such an endeavor, or where fate might take us.” He thought of Neristria, the distant kingdom that had shared in a bitter rivalry with Skylerk throughout the ages, and it occurred to him with an uneasy pang that the object they wanted might very well lie within their borders. Though he himself could care less about international grudges, not everyone in the world was so forgiving.

Determined not to let his concerns show, however, now that he had brought the subject to light, he figured now might be a good time to ascertain whether Cuclainn and Skylar might be interested in coming along. He glanced first at Cuclainn, and grinned deviously. “By the way, I, er...I don't suppose you would be up for a long-term expedition yourself?” He turned to Skylar. “Or how about you, Skylar? Are you willing to let us take this thing to the ends of the earth in search of something legendary? I'm hiring if anyone's willing.”
 
OOC: This info is vital, so I have to be the one to post it...

Skylar listened to all of what Dominic had to say.

“so long as the propelling system is run on the engine's mechanical energy; there shouldn't be much of a conflict if that's the case. I wouldn't advise having anything vital set up to be completely reliant on the generator if we're going to be using its power for weapons. Besides, that might allow us to use said artillery a bit more liberally, if needed. After all, we have no idea what we might face on such an endeavor, or where fate might take us.”

Smiling a little bit, Skylar then knew he had to bring it up. "Dominic, my good sir, this engine isn't exactly what your company sold me. You can't see it from here, but that engine there has been modified by me personally to increase output substantially and I've even made it more efficient in weight. Actually, I've cut the weight down to 75% it's original weight, and it's output of energy is now 175% of what it used to be. The reason a bought that specific engine was because of it's size, shape, and features were easier to work with."

Skylar then walked over to a smaller computer that didn't seem to have very many uses. This was his building room so there was no real need for anything fancy. He brought up a diagram of the old engine and compared it to the new engine. "You can see interior design differences, I did away with some things and used that space to put what I wanted in there. You can see there," He pointed to the very center of his remodeled engine, "that I have installed a second and much smaller generator. It only puts out about 200 watts per second, not enough to make it fly, but in case of emergency it uses the heat of the engine around it to act as a heating unit to provide the steam, so it runs on no fuel and in emergencies, it'll allow is to not-so-gently hover down."

Then bringing open a new window on his computer, it was all the numbers for his engine. "You can see the numbers for yourself."

“Or how about you, Skylar? Are you willing to let us take this thing to the ends of the earth in search of something legendary? I'm hiring if anyone's willing.”

"Hmm..." He pondered in the thought for a moment. To fly his own creation to a world of no end? The artifact didn't seem very attractive to him, but he would get the chance to see his own airship fly to do legendary things would be amazing. "Sure, but you only need to pay me by helping me build this. It's not exactly a one man job you know!"
 
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