Vitreous

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 14042/5 = 2808.4] * [True Tier: 9] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 26539 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 3980 col Vitreous | [Word Count: 14042/5 = 2808.4] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 2949 EXP

Standing up and patting himself off he'd look down at the mask, then back to the woman. His eyes narrow as he weighs his options, his right hand still locked to the valve on the wall. Looking down at the display, the levels were regulating as he'd tap it and see the repurposed sewing needle spring into the green. He could just kill her, that would keep his identity safe. But almost glancing through her, he'd take in all of the work he'd put in to this workshop of hers. A growl almost like a gator, he was forced to accept that the cat was out of the bag. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, the b

The man would pause for a moment as one of the small rods of metal would cease sparking, as he was using some of alcohol as a form of makeshift welding fuel. The small stars he was seeing given the complete lack of protective gear made it much harder. "You good in there?" That chunk of speech echoes rather clearly down the cavern and isn't drowned out like the prior. Halfway under the table he'd just finished attaching the final leg to, the mans eyes dart toward his pile of clothing. In a quick scramble he starts to clamber up from out beneath it, slamming his head into its bottom and causing

Vitreous waits for her to empty out all the stuff she'd helped steal, as he'd pop off the lid of the large crate of crap they'd pilfered. There was going to be a lot of work, but they'd really hit the pay dirt. Five hours should be more then enough to get at least the bare minimum up and running, and he didn't need to worry too much about cold storage. The man would beckon toward the mouth of the cavern in an attempt to relay that he had this, waiting for Mari to get out of eyesight before he started to strip off the thicker armor he'd been wearing for nearly all their time together. That dens

The man would take a mental note of the coordinates when she shared them, quickly tapping them into his HUD as a waypoint. The little blue line drawn straight to the warp pad, as the navigation was pointing him right to it. As she'd vanish the man would maneuver behind the counter and drag the NPC into the storeroom and lock him inside. Holding the keys in his gloved hands, he'd pick up the box in his hands, slinking out the door shortly after adapting the barkeepers appearance. The city was starting to come to life with a slowly rising sun, and as he passes through the threshold, he turns aro

Listening with that intense gaze of his, with the occasional whir of the eyes of his mask thinning or growing wider. He'd turn to the side, allowing the long beak of that mask to protrude over his shoulder. He'd begin to run a pinched grasp of his fingers down the length, lost in thought as he weighed the options given. So floor 10 is bad for your mental acuity. He clearly wasn't on the floor for long enough to experience any after effects. If her store was there then it would be likely that she was more exposed to whatever negative effect it would provide. Accepting her experience on the matt

He remained perched as he could hear the woman moving around just above, the floorboards made ceiling conveying nearly every step. It was almost drawing her entire path, apparently this place was falling apart. While she was handling that, he'd push open the backroom door with a slow squeal. A tilt to his right as he'd peer around the corner with his blade pressed against his chest, edge down in a reverse grip. Sliding over to his other foot, he'd pivot slightly to curve around the right corner. Not a soul, but plenty of large casks under iron bands filled with presumably booze. Not even taps

Wandering down the street as the woman helping herself to conversations with the guards as they'd pass, just to keep their gaze from Mari who would be slinking behind any form of cover to remain out of sight. Evidently they end up at a pub that at this time of night seemed rather empty, a single barkeeper manning the counter through the window. Sampling his own stock, he would wipe the counter down with a white rag in wide strokes. The disguised man leans down and sets the crate just inside the entrance. "Lock the door." The woman offers Mari as she'd wander up with a smile. Taking a seat, eve

The man would help himself to the back of the store looking to a wall to lift a lantern from. The twelve or so 3 stack steel shelving were littered with wares not out in the shopfront. Prowling the shelves and pulling open boxes toward himself to peer inside, causing all manner of rattling and clattering of glass and metal. Shuffling through he'd find a few more obvious baubles to which he slinks into a pile of the other crap he'd stolen. The whole time, his little HUD was screaming on repeat. 'Infraction: Theft' bouncing itself on the side of screen and rushing off for a bit before it would f

Closing the small silver case, he'd wrangle it back into his chest pocket. He'd take the lead because he was almost certain she would abject to what was coming next. Moving up the stairs, Vitreous turns and looks down the streets of bronze. Even going as far to slink around the corners to peer down them. As soon as the coast was clear, he'd slide up the small staircase that led to the high rise door. It was still early enough that most shops were closed, but waiting for it to be open was hardly in the agenda. A quick and heavy pair of pounds on the door would see a small light turn on. The sou

The eyes open up as he'd slide back, taking in the shift and finding it a lot more palatable then the complaining child that needed its hand held the whole way. A flick of his wrist would see the knife at his side slipped behind his right forearm, returned to the sheathe. A thrust of the mask back into her hands, perhaps his point was clear. He didn't have time for games, her friends, this horrid bitching about his own creations. None of it. He was beyond tired of children, and having interpretations of events thrust on him. The girl was probably no more then 50kg wet, so the fact of the matte

The rattle of a knife as it clatter to the street, popping in a disperse given it was a clone of his main weapon. The girl spat venom again but he was used to such shitty behavior from colleagues, this time was no different. The abrasive vocal lashings would find no purchase, and if circumstances were different it probably would have progressed much further. Thankfully most of his secrets were still held close to his chest, and his guard was correct to remain solid. An attachment and a projected expectation was not something that he had to oblige, or did he have to cater to her every need like

In the square as all manner of people would flee, the crow stepped from the pad and reversed his grip on that knife. Shoving it up his sleeve, it disappears without even a peep. A glance back and forth, he'd scan them for signs of resistance or rebuttal. The township on this floor was so gloriously lax. They couldn't give a damn what they were up to, or frankly who they hurt as long as it wasn't sporting royal attire. A fine place for some procurement. Scanning the signs he'd begin to wander, looking for something that would leap out at him as a possible placebo or substitute for manual labor.

As the gas would disperse into a thickened cloud, the man watches on listening for the footsteps. As if right on queue that marching rhythm started to bleed in from the south side. Like bees to honey, the array of metal tin men without souls wormed toward the players as if they'd tripped some sort of silent alarm. Lifting that marble sees it gleam, and with an overhand whip of his hand the thing crashes point blank against the town guardsman's chest plate. A wave of smoke released from pressurized glass, condensed it immediately mixes in the air like water from a tightly wound water balloon. I

A final his of the machine sees that thick glove clasp the dial, slowly spinning it back counterclockwise with a ratcheting sound as it locks back. A little slide pops open on its right most side, near his hand and a little bottle is extended from the door. A clasp of index and thumb sees it turned out, like unscrewing a lightbulb he'd drop the vial into a pouch and pull out another filled with distilled water. Uncapping it, he'd offer it to Mari and let her screw it in. Pushing back toward the main contraption, the little door clicks shut and hides it with only the smallest seam in its brass