The room had a strange scent of metal and old books, and the poor light in the room certainly didn’t help matters. Strands of lights stretched through the room, which hi-lighted the dust floating about the room. At the edges of the room were several chairs, each housing an irritated looking person. In the center was a woman with raven-colored hair and equally dark eyes, her hands spread out on the table before her. Lines of frustration were spread across her features, lines that creased hard at the corners of her eyes. The others looked at her anxiously, the weight of the situation was quite clear in the room.
“What do you mean? We have only a matter of weeks, Iago.” My lips parted, dried and cracked as they are, my voice coming out equally rash. “We cannot-“ The moment I even try to continue, I am paused.
“Elliot, I mean we don’t have the finances right now. The governor has given us a certain allotment and we just cannot continue.” His hands are lined with veins, the thick blue things look like snakes beneath paper-like flesh. I can see that he is being pressed to his limit. As much as it irritates me, I understand where he is coming from. We don’t have the funds to create what I dream of building, a machine that will keep them at bay. We don’t really even have the manpower to collect the chemicals-aridom- it’s something that we have been studying for years. And I believe, whole-heatedly- that this is something that could replace steam.
The problem? I can’t get to it on my own. I need help. And that’s why we are all here, staring at each other, ready to strangle anyone who so much as sneezes. We’re under pressure, so much that I’m getting migraines every night. Hell, I’m getting one as I sit here feeling Iago stare a hole through my forehead.
“Iag-“ My eyes move up, the dark pools resting on a familiar form as he enters the room. Here he is, to tell us about the attack. So we know what we’re dealing with at a broader scope. For as much as I’d like to admit I know what lies on the boundaries or outside of the city- I would be a liar. I know nothing more than Iago, and that’s made abundantly clear when I smile and hear my voice once again, cutting through the stress, “Acies. Good to see you in one piece.”