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Post by Athena on Aug 1, 2009 19:38:56 GMT -5
Snow is the one glaring in the stone room; Athena is in her office at the upper left-hand corner. There is no particular reason why Athena has a piano in her office.
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Glassmage
Messenger
I thought we had fixed the ground problem?
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Post by Glassmage on Aug 9, 2009 23:01:01 GMT -5
Anise is working on another one of her small robots, attempting to finish something, just for a change. Projects like this one - ones without any real end, always annoyed her. Maybe she should re-try the seal experiment, just to find out what went wrong, but, she had been prohibited from doing anything of the kind for many months now, no need to stir up trouble needlessly. Still, organics have always interested her from a very young age, ever since she figured out how related meat and metal could be. Just one small implant couldn't hurt...
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Glassmage
Messenger
I thought we had fixed the ground problem?
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Post by Glassmage on Aug 10, 2009 0:19:12 GMT -5
Anise is sitting, thinking of what she will need for her organics experiment.
"Hmm. Most of the things I need will be with Athena. She could get me a test subject. I should get going then. How will I explain myself though?"
She leaves, in a hurry, in an attempt to get to Athena while thinking of an excuse.
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Badgerlord
Swordsman
Lord of the Badgers. Ninja. Surprisingly good dancer.
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Post by Badgerlord on Aug 14, 2009 22:24:11 GMT -5
Quentin sits calmly as he is wheeled through the main body of the Silent Rose headquarters. He doesn't move at all, except occasionally raising a hand to push his glasses up with his middle finger. A blanket is set over his legs. His mouth is set in a tight line, indicating that his mood is grimmer than normal. In his lap is a box. The box is metal, six inches tall, six inches wide, and a foot long. Rivets are set in a regular pattern around the edges. The box has no hinges. Instead, a complex, 32 digit password roll is set into the front. The metal is a composite invented by Quentin, a much tougher steel derivative. Very expensive, but necessary for its unique properties, in this case, the ability to contain magic.
"J." he says, speaking to the humanoid class robot wheeling him.
SIR.
"Query: The deliveries were on time."
YES. I PERSONALLY OVERSAW THEIR ARRIVAL.
"Satisfied statement: Good."
They move along in silence.
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