Vitreous

Slipping into one of the bars that is located in Taft. It was a busy day but he needed a new subject. This tavern was full of potential targets but only one was needed, the question was which one. Sitting in a stool, the back corner so that he could get a clear view. The keeper comes by behind the counter “What can I get you” turning his head slowly with a twist of his head slightly sideways to look around the man. Sliding a finger up to point, he then taps the wood in front of him twice with a single index finger and begins to pull out col. The man would follow his finger “Water it is then” s

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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

The dead stare in a strange silence, until the girl shook her head. Did something break in there? Or was she still functioning on the idea of sleep and a prayer? Attempting to speak her voice immediately choked, the abrasive gas still making it difficult to speak. A fact he knew all too damn well. A glance up toward the chapel as she'd point he'd return and cross his arms in an x pattern toward his chest. Then he'd mimic little legs. The guards were surely out trying to poke every bush and tree just in case it happened to have offended a players feelings. But she opens up her HUD, sending him

A barreling wave of absurdity as they'd scramble for anything orange, hair or cursor. One is clipped down to pieces, catching a knife its chest and as he clasps the knife in both hands attempting to sub divide another, one of those damnable guards starts flailing around like a ravenous animal. On a back foot, the good doctor tries to rush and look for some out. A wide sweep from Mari sees one galivant out of the gas, bouncing across the cobblestone like flat rock on a lake. Colliding with a building, it shatters a wooden cover on a window with enough force for the shop sign to sway. Leaning do

The flare of green glowed like candlelight from one of the large castle walls that adorned Taft's perimeter, the glimmer of a pocket watch as he'd look off into the city as if a silent vigil. The ticker spun, mirroring the clocktower with every passing second. A clutch closed, and he'd begin to walk down its length. His bill directed inward as he ran that thick glove down the length of the side, allowing the wood to splinter in its roughness. It would not permeate his PPE. The town was damn near dead silent, but when the birds were out the rats would play. The darker alleys at the southern sid

Watching in a silent observation as she'd done solely as she was asked, an ode to trust in the same regard to the gamble he had taken to bring her here. Once she had become rather still, the syringe lay empty on her lap he opened the chamber and started to prepare it for a possible future guest. She however would enjoy a much shorter stint, although her little marker would make positioning her much more difficult. Gathering her things into a larger linen bag, he'd sling it over one shoulder and her over the other. It was a fair amount, but not so much that she couldn't be carted. Into a crate

The crow unfolds his arms and offers another resounding clap of those heavy gloves of his, as if to congratulate the woman for being able to look past her own short comings. Having divorced emotion and reason, he'd manage to cut through that overbearing moral high ground that everyone had always taken. Moving off to the cells right, Vitreous opens the clear glass door by pulling a handle. The thing hisses as a billowing chill flows out and starts to skirt the floor. The cold vial of a stored blue hued liquid that would not be unfamiliar to Mari in the slightest. After all it was the same drug

The man continued to scream for a few good seconds before he'd run out of breath, then would end up in a stupor of whimpers and mumbles having spent what he had left in the tank. The good doctor leans and plucks up a clip board and begins to scratch away, lifting an eyelid to inspect his pupil and checking the subjects left wrist with his index and ring finger pressed flat against it. A glance to a clock that ticked away at the wall, he'd note down the time and tap an IV filled with a green fluid attached to the subjects vein. “HEY!” *Thung, Thung* Th abrupt banging rung through

The girl was clearly compromised, the sway and the slurring of her words. The step toward him just increased the invitation, cutting the distance between them so comfortably would make it even easier. Again, it would be a waste to slit her throat but there was room for a gambit. At worst, he'd have to kill her. But maybe just maybe, it might end up being useful. The man would pivot and return the vial to his belt loop, and without any abrupt movement he'd reach for a long syringe held in a strap slung across his chest. A safety measure that he'd hardly ever needed, given it was a lot more barb

The clapping ceased after a brief time, causing him to fish the knife out and slink it low to his right side following the direction of his leg and the handle just above his kneecap. That stagnant and thick air between them would clear briefly, as a pair of colleagues on opposed world views. There was a certain level of annoyance at the thought of having to gut her after all of this, and weighing his options he did. Perhaps she could be chained up? repurposed if she had the kind of mental acuity to understand even a minor pittance as that. Such biomechanics would easily go unnoticed by a large