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Industrial Districts are off limits.
Heh, that Personnel cost. We’re turning humans into building materials, eh?
Right, was wondering. How much does it cost to upgrade a district to the next tier? Assuming Poor>Comfortable>Industrial>Rich
Adel gonna hit Matthias up like "heyyyyyyyyyy, so about that deal..."
That a wrap?

What was that?

It was beyond anything that Otis had experienced before, certainly. A potion that caused a limb to take on a reptilian, nay, draconic visage? One that could apparently destroy rupa, but one that simultaneously drove those in the vicinity into the mindscape of the one being targeted? Davil’s memories, his aspirations, ran past Otis like streams of light, like beams of rain, the Strigidae opening his hands up as if to catch this sublime moment, so much like shifting to another plane, and yet completely different still. His own Adapa took it all in, memorializing this perhaps once-in-a-lifetime happenstance.

And perhaps therein laid Davil’s incompetencies, the clash between what he was and what he wished. A natural-born killer, but even a child could kill. Otis was no romanticist, but even he could recognize the difference between a knight and a swordsman. A Personal Barrier could not be formed if one had delusions about what one truly was. An Ethos would malfunction still, if one knew the keywords but did not comprehend the prime essence.

The world re-emerged, as if a young man’s history and tragedy was nothing more than a daydream. Otis stared at the calcified limb, listened to the doctor’s prognosis, and sighed. A week of bedrest meant the postponing of the studies in Davil’s Ethos, no doubt. And with all the chaos that transpired within just two days at Wingram Academy, would there even a school by the time seven days was up?

He brushed aside those thoughts at the moment, and instead, turned to address the imp that remained in Raja’s clutches.

“So, are you related to the Umbralist? I distinctly recall a few of your attacks possessing a similar corrosive effect.” It was only a passing question though, one more to encourage some curiosity from others, as Otis’s gaze found itself upon Dr. Sylv. “Doctor, if you could explain what that potion was and what you had just done, that would be absolutely wonderful.”
Asuras: "If you don't have Discord, get fucked dumbass."
Aaaand the move is made.

By the way, Est, was there a deadline you had in mind per round?



“Ughhhhhhh.”

With a drawn-out groan, Matthias closed the laptop and finally allowed himself to slouch against his chair, his body sliding, sliding, sliding until he laid with his body flat against the seat, his head ‘pressed’ into a flat, wide stream of smoke against the backrest. If he could wipe the sweat off his forehead, he would, but he settled for rubbing his hands against his trousers instead. Sleep no longer came to him, and Matthias didn’t even feel tired the same way others with flesh-brains may have, but the work of staying on top of everything nevertheless took a particular mental toll. The deal with the Silver Canaries fell through, while he felt like he signed a deal with the Devil in Cyrus, and though Asterion was willing to collaborate, those were nevertheless just words in the end, with no guarantee. Meanwhile, the Del Guarde weren’t prevented from being a buncha scary spooks armed to the teeth with outside weaponry, and the Police Commissioner was personally asking for his head so he couldn’t even take it easy and gradually plan out the takeover of Pauper Town. It was like juggling slippery ice cubes that also contained explosives that triggered on impact so if you dropped them you blew up. The work was endless and the work was tricky.

And he had to figure out how to keep the newcomers in line as well! God, if he could enjoy one day without having to worry about his congregation selling their kidneys or testicles to scrounge up funds for the Order, that’d be just lovely, but of course they were still insistent on building their own Library of Alexandria rather than getting a throwaway laptop and going to freetextbooksxxx.com.

Matthias flopped around a bit more, more like a fish than a human being, until he finally fell off his chair altogether, hitting the ground with a deflated ‘whump’. Humans fulfilled basic needs as a form of handling stress, but him? He couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, and couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t fuck either; felt like any move in that direction would either turn him into an actual sex-addict cult leader or get himself stabbed by his congregation for falling to base monkey desires. Best he could do was crash on the couch and zone out scrolling through social media for a couple hours, but…

“Alright.” He pinched his arm, giving it a bit of a twist. Couldn't slap his face to get his head together, after all “Get your head in the game, buddy-boo. Just gotta call ‘em up, tell ‘em it’s-a-go, and catch a ride to Waterfront Vale.”

After all, it was something he would have done, even if Cyrus didn’t tell him what laid within, even if Adel had presented information that was concerning, even if Asterion didn’t see how their goals would align. He had prepared for it already.

They would take Pauper Town, either with faith or with force.
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