Vitreous

Walking into the interior slowly, looking in every direction making sure nothing was going to randomly pop out at him. This was not something that he normally did, but he was doing it for the loot. There could possibly be a potion or some form of liquid that he could experiment on. He was as quiet as a mouse walking through the halls to the large set of doors. Carefully opening a single door with nothing but a beak that peeks through then a pair of masked eyes. At the same moment he would reach swiftly for his dagger. Snapping them apart and in the same movement throwing toward the dummies che

Back around again to continue his investigation into this thing, his weapon coated in newly curated poisons to accent its dose to be far excessive. Moreover the tool for its delivery designed to break on impact. From the crowd, its dropped into the crows palm. A faint glint and a twist of his body sends it flying at high velocity, impacting square on the goblin kings chest. The glass vial breaks upon impact as designed, leaving the glass to rain down then turn to digital dust. The black smoke that exits the moment it touches air, right in the things face. It lingers there, before an inhale suc

Blended in with a crowd that had happened to begin to form up, the odd spectacle had drawn all sorts. Dawned in the appearance of one of the many NPC that frequented the floor, it was quite simple to remain unseen. The test of strength that seemed to be underway had left many of questions, and the sheer immortality of the enemy in it brought even further questions. It brought his own research into question, bringing just how big of a ploy that the system intended to play upon its masses. A sentiment that needed answers, but he could not stick around to perceive the results. A flick of his arm

The man wandered into the room with the cells, and tapped the vial of inert creatures. Into his vein it goes, and with a slight pull the red becomes pink as it trails through the liquid. They spring to life, as if renewed and revived visibly worming around in the syringe. With that his eyes narrow at Mari, making sure that she was paying attention before he injects them into his arm. From his wrist he takes his own knife, the very same that he knew Mari has seen rot and murder through virulent toxins. With a twist he jams it straight into his left shoulder and out the back. A grunt as he rips

Vitreous would raise a single finger straight up to call for a pause before moving back to the table with her notes. Vitreous begins to pour over them more readily having discovered the source of the rogue sound. The acidic after tone of sulfuric acid lingered as he'd pass, the thing that kept contaminates from the labs. They had more then enough time to confirm his own study in contrast with her own, given the little timer that sat above the cell in which the NPC was housed. Pouring over her notes hastily, Mari would hear the metallic brass eyes narrow and open like the shutter on a camera. T

An adequate sample ripped from a brass device on his arm, setting free superheated stem as the pressure is released. A vial then capped with twists of fingers encased in thick leather gloves, bolted down before slid in a loop on a bandolier across the crows chest. His hands snap down with strength across its top, causing a cross section to fold inward and for that tool to collapse against his wrist. A tear of paper that streams out, and its contents read through narrowing mechanical retina of his bird shaped mask. Platinum, Zinc, Sodium, Boron, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon. In equal measures the l

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The black figure led him to not one but two of his set traps. Both of them had people that tripped the traps, that was the amount that he needed to refill his place with experiments. After hog tying and sending the nearly dead man, they would be out for a while. Just in case he reaches quickly into his coat, pulls out a needle and slinks it into his sleeve. Standing over the guy, piercing his neck with a tranquilizer to make sure that the man stays out for a while. Sending the man off like the other one, glancing up to look at the dark figure, they were gone. The thing was literally just there

Head slightly turns, almost amused at the sentiment. The player didn’t speak hand motions like him. Curiosity arises more and more. It seemed that whoever this was was trying to lead him somewhere. Their right hand moved up pointing in a direction that was clear but left more questions than what was given. Where they were motioning, it was where he had placed his traps. The gases had proved useful in the past, but how could this thing know about the placement of them. Out of nowhere the black robed figure would vanish. Slowing Vitreous would move his eyes inspect the lands. Confusing as

The punch of steam escapes the device around his arm, sending a spray of white in a mechanical whir. Inside its body held a vial under heavy pressure, being separated and boiled down to its components at different temperatures to discern its make up. The readings pour in as they are etched to a slip of paper, being scratched via a sliding piston like a typewriter. Tearing the sheet, he lifts the paper to his eyes as the slits acting pupils in his mask close and increase in magnification. "Sulfur, Carbon, Phosphorous?" The man thinks perusing the reading under the dim lighting. An interesting f

Sounds of constant draining liquid spilling into a pool of water echoing off the cavern walls. Small splashes of every foot fall against the rocky floors. There was a lot that had to get done. Ingredients needed to be gathered, chemical agents needed to be put into glass bottles for further experimental usage. Leaning down next to a sea of green. Pulling his leather gloves into place so that the reagent doesn’t touch his skin. Taking a medium sized dropper and a clear bottle as she gathers some into the container. Placing a cork on the glass before setting into a bag meant to contain the subst

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