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We await the great Kappa.
Raise a point about option two, you guys may find it more agreeable than the current setup given it fits into continuity.
kapuchu said
Hmm... Something you forgot, Eldritch. In regards to the whole resurrection thing, Amaretto did say that he would be willing to cut them down himself if the resurrection was a failure and they came back as nothing short of abominations. He's not going to simply accept them as coming back as monsters. If they prove to be... "not right," he'll take responsibility and return them to the grave.
Yeah, but the way it came across was "Don't care, bring them back, I'll snap their necks if I have to", overall his actions here are not what I would consider particularly strong acting, and his sort of blunt grumpiness sort of lends him an air of callousness. To put it simply, he isn't your average type of aggrieved person doing this out of madness or desperation, which kinda looks a little weird.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
I await with bated breath (and there's no sarcasm here, just in case you were wondering).
Don't wait too long, I am going to be writing most of it tomorrow, its very late here.
Der Werking begins. :P
BOOM! POSTSHOT! :P
Time for Cornetto to give Scalpy the bookie wook!
Time for Cornetto to give Scalpy the bookie wook!
Scalpel gave Lens a curt nod, “That is satisfactory, and I share your sentiments regarding keeping as few people involved in this as possible, but the others seem to be a given necessity taking into account first negotiations. I look forward to our next meeting and the conclusion of our trade, hopefully with both parties pleased with the exchange, until later tonight Dr Lens.”
He turned to the still hovering Sphere, his face hardening to one of command, “Take Dr Len’s out through one of the alternate pathways, the one near the bottom of the hill itself next to Woodswatch, Section A-Two if I remember correctly.”
The Sphere bobbed in acknowledgement, “As you will, Lord Father” before flying across to Lens and signalling her to follow before leaving to traverse the labyrinth of the Mansions underground in search of Section A-Two.
With the business below dealt with, he pondered the various possibilities regarding this arrangement. Could the entire deal to be a trap? Lens seemed painfully genuine in her emotions, but with so much good luck coming to him of late he had to wonder. The other option was either Astral or Amaretto, former of which he knew like the back of his hoof, and the latter he had some serious concerns about.
It was all well and fair for Scholars and fellow scientists to seek him out in the name of an equal exchange, and he was well aware of Astrals condition given his analysis of the foulness which now forced its way through his body, but Amaretto was an anomaly. A pony driven by a desire to resurrect his dead friends and family and with no concern for their mental well being was fundamentally suspiciously callous. Surely if one was going to resurrect the beloved dead one would wish it on the best possible terms rather than happily accept mangled, flesh devouring rejects. Furthermore the offering was also somewhat suspect, from what he could tell each god had a sort of blessing which they imparted on their chosen, each with specific attributes and capabilities. This key of Amaretto sounded like one of those blessings, and something which wouldn’t have been easily obtained by anyone but the chosen, given its deeply personal nature. But Amaretto had declared the new gods were “false”, not the actions of a god follower… unless in disguise.
Was he a follower of this Archon then?
Unlikely, he doubted the book thief would have allowed anything of the sort…
Scalpel was uncertain, perhaps he was imagining things, perhaps Amaretto was not the danger but one of the others who held a more watertight case. Perhaps he was a distraction… regardless he’d be watching all of them for any signs, and his Nightingales were on the loose for information.
Any definite information of betrayal, and he’d slaughter any of them in an instant, even Lens despite his appreciation of her interests.
He felt tension form a knot in his gut, something was off, he could feel it…
With a flicker of magic he set out a summoning for one of his Spheres, when it arrived he began dictating orders, pacing back and forth nervously. “Take Squadron One and scourge the area around the Monoliths, the location must be purified of any possible treacherous elements before the transaction with the Scholars…” he paused, considering his options, “Tell Lambda to activate Squad Four of the Warrior Drones and the Prototype Jaeger Alpha Squad in a hidden but nearby location, ready for rapid response if any treachery occurs, the purging of these areas by Squadron One is a given.”
The machine bobbed in affirmation before speeding off and Scalpels thoughts once again turned inward. Behind him Nocturne turned and gave him a worried look, concerned over the sudden taciturnity of the occultist doctor, the glace being passed unnoticed by the now reflective scientist.
Something smells wrong here… he mused, Lady fate has an odd way about her, she’ll give you everything… but then take it all away in an instant if you aren’t careful, I must watch my step.
Finally resolving some of the conflict, he turned his thoughts again returned to the news of the Brewmaster. He paused to consider taking the route through the tunnels, shedding his advanced armour as he did so.
… Too much effort.
With a blip of magic, the room was suddenly brightened as he teleported upwards towards the surface, returning to the place where the grumpy stallion doubtless awaited impatiently.
Flashing into existence near where he had once been sitting, Scalpel took in the figure of Amaretto once more. There could be no mistaking the clear bulge of a book in the giant stallion’s saddlebags, he smiled appreciatively.
“I see you have returned from your trip Mr Amaretto, and with something of doubtless interest to me and the conclusion of the first payment in our arrangement.”
He paused, raising a metal clad hoof for dramatic effect, “I will need one more thing from you before we continue however, a detail you will be able to give me very easily, a list of the names of who you wish to resurrect and the location of their burial sites. This will be passed along to my associates and the appropriate measures will be made for their transportation out of wherever they might happen to be and to my facility here.”
“Now!” he exclaimed, a false smile sliding across his lips, his eyes like icy pools of clear blue water, a hoof outstretched and beckoning, “If you would be so kind, give me the book.”
He turned to the still hovering Sphere, his face hardening to one of command, “Take Dr Len’s out through one of the alternate pathways, the one near the bottom of the hill itself next to Woodswatch, Section A-Two if I remember correctly.”
The Sphere bobbed in acknowledgement, “As you will, Lord Father” before flying across to Lens and signalling her to follow before leaving to traverse the labyrinth of the Mansions underground in search of Section A-Two.
With the business below dealt with, he pondered the various possibilities regarding this arrangement. Could the entire deal to be a trap? Lens seemed painfully genuine in her emotions, but with so much good luck coming to him of late he had to wonder. The other option was either Astral or Amaretto, former of which he knew like the back of his hoof, and the latter he had some serious concerns about.
It was all well and fair for Scholars and fellow scientists to seek him out in the name of an equal exchange, and he was well aware of Astrals condition given his analysis of the foulness which now forced its way through his body, but Amaretto was an anomaly. A pony driven by a desire to resurrect his dead friends and family and with no concern for their mental well being was fundamentally suspiciously callous. Surely if one was going to resurrect the beloved dead one would wish it on the best possible terms rather than happily accept mangled, flesh devouring rejects. Furthermore the offering was also somewhat suspect, from what he could tell each god had a sort of blessing which they imparted on their chosen, each with specific attributes and capabilities. This key of Amaretto sounded like one of those blessings, and something which wouldn’t have been easily obtained by anyone but the chosen, given its deeply personal nature. But Amaretto had declared the new gods were “false”, not the actions of a god follower… unless in disguise.
Was he a follower of this Archon then?
Unlikely, he doubted the book thief would have allowed anything of the sort…
Scalpel was uncertain, perhaps he was imagining things, perhaps Amaretto was not the danger but one of the others who held a more watertight case. Perhaps he was a distraction… regardless he’d be watching all of them for any signs, and his Nightingales were on the loose for information.
Any definite information of betrayal, and he’d slaughter any of them in an instant, even Lens despite his appreciation of her interests.
He felt tension form a knot in his gut, something was off, he could feel it…
With a flicker of magic he set out a summoning for one of his Spheres, when it arrived he began dictating orders, pacing back and forth nervously. “Take Squadron One and scourge the area around the Monoliths, the location must be purified of any possible treacherous elements before the transaction with the Scholars…” he paused, considering his options, “Tell Lambda to activate Squad Four of the Warrior Drones and the Prototype Jaeger Alpha Squad in a hidden but nearby location, ready for rapid response if any treachery occurs, the purging of these areas by Squadron One is a given.”
The machine bobbed in affirmation before speeding off and Scalpels thoughts once again turned inward. Behind him Nocturne turned and gave him a worried look, concerned over the sudden taciturnity of the occultist doctor, the glace being passed unnoticed by the now reflective scientist.
Something smells wrong here… he mused, Lady fate has an odd way about her, she’ll give you everything… but then take it all away in an instant if you aren’t careful, I must watch my step.
Finally resolving some of the conflict, he turned his thoughts again returned to the news of the Brewmaster. He paused to consider taking the route through the tunnels, shedding his advanced armour as he did so.
… Too much effort.
With a blip of magic, the room was suddenly brightened as he teleported upwards towards the surface, returning to the place where the grumpy stallion doubtless awaited impatiently.
Flashing into existence near where he had once been sitting, Scalpel took in the figure of Amaretto once more. There could be no mistaking the clear bulge of a book in the giant stallion’s saddlebags, he smiled appreciatively.
“I see you have returned from your trip Mr Amaretto, and with something of doubtless interest to me and the conclusion of the first payment in our arrangement.”
He paused, raising a metal clad hoof for dramatic effect, “I will need one more thing from you before we continue however, a detail you will be able to give me very easily, a list of the names of who you wish to resurrect and the location of their burial sites. This will be passed along to my associates and the appropriate measures will be made for their transportation out of wherever they might happen to be and to my facility here.”
“Now!” he exclaimed, a false smile sliding across his lips, his eyes like icy pools of clear blue water, a hoof outstretched and beckoning, “If you would be so kind, give me the book.”
kapuchu said
He makes more than just whiskey, mate xD Much more than just that :P
Well, thats not exactly been coming across clear given his general distaste of anyone who isn't downing bottles of whisky or vodka in one gulp :P
kapuchu said
Brewmaster*Get it right or get burned :P He doesn't like being called thins he is not xD Though... grumpy is very, very true.
Technically if he was a Brewmaster he'd be making beer not whisky, so my terminology remains correct in terms of his job description.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Tomorrow will work for me, Eldritch, you're good for tomorrow if I recall correctly?
Yep and yep.
Anyhoo, time to write my reply and get back to a grumpy distiller.
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