Lucy: *eats his diner steadily, somehow managing to consume both sets of ribs, two bottles of wine, and his salad fork. the last article with some discomfort and confusion.*
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "I didn't go through your security and I haven't been hiding; I got dumped in the bathroom via shitty teleportation. you care to tell me where I am?" *he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.*
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tower of zot (NSFW)
MB:(really now? that is odd.) Oh, I had no idea. Well Rust, you happen to be in the Tower of Zot. Home to many and a place of second chances. Also, mind telling me how you ended up being teleported? Wasmagic a stone or gem? a dare from a friend? a new gadget perhaps? (note to self, ask mages and lab folk to set up things to prevent teleportation for washrooms and people's living areas.)
*in the office*
SB: my oh my someone has an appitite. you know you don't need to eat the silverware. *thinks about doc*Then again, your not the first to do so. Well then, when your ready and have digested everything we'll begin the tour of the tower.
*in Doc's lab*
Doc:*stops what he's doing and reaches for some candy from a nearby bowl and gulps it down* mmm… I see.*continues jotting down things and bites his index finger then scribbles something more on the next sheet and chuckles looking at Snow* and Valary? how is she holding up? she in good health? cause if she seems strained or in lack of energy I could fix her up too while I'm at it.
*with Pico*
Jasmine: what's up master? got something on your mind?
Pico:(that dream i had though…will it happen?)*looks at Jasmine and sweatdrops*er of course not! everything is fine!*shakes his hands in a defensive manner*(….im such a bad liar)
Jasmine:*shakes her head then kisses Picos cheek which put him off gaurd* master you worry me sometimes*squeezes his hand which causes him to look at her confused*
Pico:so…am i off the hook?
Jasmine:*pretends to think about it*…not by a long shot*winks at him*
Pico:…oh(crap…)
Snow: Health wise, she's doing splendid. She avoids anything that's even only said to be bad for the baby and we're doing regular exercises… However, it's easy to see the boy's condition is eating away at her. She's barely said anything in the past days… and all she eats seems to be just for the baby, there's no appetite or relief or whatever feeling that might come with hunger during pregnancy. *his arms still crossed, he averts his eyes with the left hand, scratching his eyelids with thumb and index finger* I suspect she is blaming herself - no matter how often the monitoring doctors, pregnancy consultants and me tried to tell her otherwise. I've never seen her so doubtful about herself ever since she's overcome her past trauma… What would happen to her if we lose the kid-… *he cannot finish his sentence; the anxiety of the mere thought about the event narrows his throat until he struggles for breath*
Lucy: "I don't think the fork wants to digest." *rasps Lucy. he chugs down some more wine to wet his throat and continues.* "dry, pointy, difficult to chew; I shan't eat one again. Now I know why Dad told me not to eat garnish." *he wipes his lips with his napkin and sets it on his plate.* "might as well see the workplace now; I'll work on my other two H's later."
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "I paid a Guild-mage in Farrow to send me off to a game of pool. The guild there's trying to cut in on the public transit market with mixed success." *he says this in perfect dead-pan, and though Farrow's not a place on the map, nor is a teleportation guild, the pool cue he had with him might indicate some truth in the tale.*
SB:alright first up is the basement*takes him and Lucy downward to the lowest point of Zot and guides him through the tunnels* this is our first stop. here we have an asorted ammount of things blacksmithing, dark arts, wine cellar, hosting for metal shows and other events, and it is home to some of our more experienced staff. It can be dark and full of holes at times, but it is a man made and we do our best to keep it running like any other floor and repair as much as we go.
*on the stairs*
MB:…(farrow? Mage guild? could this fellow be from another world?…it is possibble after all however there is another possibility…if I recall last time we had a guest, he came from the mind of another and he and his world were as real as we were. would mean there's a small chance he could be too? perhaps I can get some more info on him and any past experiences) I see, well you can tell the guild that they were waaaaay off when you see them.(by a whole Dimension to be accurate) Why did they pick you? I mean, surely there were other canidates that could help fix the situation.
*Doc's lab*
Doc: mmm so she's in good condition, excellent. Less work to be done and it will be easier to focus on the main task.*takes another candy and begins sucking on it till it becomes nothing then moves his notes to the next page and starts to work on something again. he stops halfway and scratches his head then gets back into what he's doing going faster then stops looks at Snow and puts his hands together* I'm going to be honest Snow. Your asking me do what no nomal doctor would. however, by now you should know I'm not a normal doctor. And after some careful calulations and thoughts on how to proceed, I can honestly say your child… will live a healthy long life after I'm done with him.
*a little later at his lab*
Pico:are you kidding me?! not 1 thing to make still?! do they expect me to get paid to do nothing?!*sigh* i hate to do this but it looks like im gonna have to have another walk around zot again*walks out of lab and sighs* oh well maybe theirs somthing to do around here.*thinks back to what happened with Nene then Jasmine*(well today couldnt get weirder…i hope)
–Zot, Stairs, Nearly half-way Down–
Rust: "I think you must have misheard me." *he says simply and with mock patience.* "I wasn't picked for something, nor was I supposed to fix anything. I paid a Guild-mage twelve and a half rings to send me to the pub across town. Obviously that was too complicated for him." *he pauses and adds to himself.* "this is exactly why I avoid magic; it causes more problems than it solves."
–Zot, Basement–
Lucy: *nods as he walks around the basement.* "looks like home. Eh, you know, just without all the fire, and the damned souls, and the blood, oh god the blood… and the smoke, and the razor flies, and the demons, and, well, you know. everything." *he looks around again, and nods.* "Other than that, kinda home-y."
(as the tour has been done before, we might as well cover several floors at a time. Assume Lucy is silently taking it in.)
Snow: *feels his knees almost giving in* (Hold it together, damn it! Nothing is won yet!) *nevertheless, he can't help himself but to hug Doc* I don't know how many times you've saved Val and me now; if you save our child now, too… I feel my family will stand in your debt for generations.
Doc: *he then hugs Snow back and smiles* Snow, you know how I feel about you and Val, and you know I'd be more than willing to help. To have a child is a parents defining moment. its also a major game changer to boot. Now please, eat up as this is a wonderful moment. I'll be packing things in the meanwhile for this. I mean its best to take to care of this now while there is time after all. that and you'd be my first house call in over a year. …I mean, that is if you want me to do it right now, at your place.
*on the Stairs*
MB:(how does one pay 12 and a half rings? it makes no sence! all the rings are…bah I'm over thinking this. still I don't blame him he did end up here. and Magic has been our enemy at times.)Ok thank you for clarifying. Mind telling me more about yourself? I don't mean to pry, but you seem like an interesting character and I do love stories.
*back with the tour*
SB:ok first floor is our main Lobby mainly used forenterance and check ins its also one of out main defense areas should we have the tower invaded.
*teleport*
SB: Second floor houses the new comers and basic trainees that defend the tower most as you can see they are decorated to keep spirits up and given entertainment however most prefer to train and lounge upstairs.
*teleports*
SB: third floor home to our robotics division and weapons testing. here we work on machines, artifical limbs and and other advacements within the medical field tempering and advancements on weaponry. In another area, is our Metroid labs that devlope the Larger Metroids that needed to expand and run around in the area. Any questions so far?
*in a famillar halway*
Anita:*hugs Pico from behind* hiya Pico, what are you up to?
Snow: I would be delighted to host you. Visits from friends have become rather rare lately, you know. I just need to get Val's okay. *he pulls his cellphone out and puts some steps between him and Doc out of courtesy; the phone stops ringing, but nobody's heard on the other side of the line* Val?
Val: "Hmph." *sounds as if she just cried*
Snow: I just talked to Doc and he will try to save our boy. He says he will be alright, he is preparing to come home with me for a checkup to see if he can do anything right away. Is that okay with you, dear?
Val: "…"
Snow: … Honey?
Val: "Mhm."
Snow: Okay then, give us ten minutes. Love you.
Val: *sniffs and hangs up*
Snow: *puts the phone down worried and begins to cut the steak into edible pieces and pick the plate up to be mobile while eating; removing his left glove, he starts picking up and eating the steak and sided fries* (Bah, this is medium!) *despite that, he almost chugs down the food, surprised by how hungry he suddenly was* (That's right, I haven't eaten anything today.) *flushing one bite down with a gulp of wine, he returns to Doc* She says she can't wait to see you. We will just need to take the company portal generators since the APG broke for some weird reason. So, do you need help packing?
Lucy: *nods, taking it all in and storing questions to ask after the tour.*
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "I try not be a part of stories anymore. they are dangerous things that draw undue attention to would-be nobodies like me." *he shugs off the question with his his tone, intonation, and bodylanguage remaining dismissive. his back remains to MB and this the hidden…something brought up in his in eyes remains unseen.* "do you know of any good gin joints around here?" *the old mobian asks.*
MB:(ah a drinker I see…) of course. we have a couple here in the tower One at our mall on the fourth floor, another coming up right now near the amusement park on the 6th. We can make a Pit stop to get you one if you'd like. If not-*he then stops*(wait a second…does he even know) Um, Rust tell me, where exactly are you from?
*on with the tour*
SB: 4th floor is our mall area you'll find alot here, clothes, food, bars we even have a theater in here.
*teleports*
5th floor home to our training center, and the start of the many lounging areas along with docking for airships and zepplins to deliver and recieve goods.
*telports*
6th floor is our amusement park rides cotton candy and games galore. its actually one of our favorites.
*teleports*
7th floor houses our medical clinic, best minds white mages, Wizards and more study and make medicince here and help others also this houses our Metroids facility for the eariler stages of these creatures.
*teleports*
8th floor is home to many more of our experienced staff advanced training areas and the second hanger area and Doc's lab. Word of advice stay away during happy hour.
*teleports*
9th floor is home to our garden where we frow most of of our flora much of what you see here is used for medicine on the 7th.
*Doc's lab*
Doc: The APG broke? Well, it was a mass made proto type. To be honest, i'm supried it lasted this long. I'll take a look and see what can be done about that later. and don't worry I got everything we need.*he packs several things of what appears to be some sort of pink liquid in a case and some tools and closes it* Now come on let's go to your place and fix your boy up.
*over with Pico*
Anita: Well, that's the thing Mom's low on medicine again and I was wondering if you can produce some*hands him the instrucions and smiles* Normally, I ask doc but he's been busier than usual with all the new orders, and I don't know if he'll get to it in time. Can you help, please?
Pico:*looks at note then at Anita he then puts the note in his pocket and smiles at her*id do anything to help you or your mother out*he then puts his hand on her head and got to her level and gives her a warm almost fatherly smile*stay out of trouble ok Ann?.*in a split second he was gone as he teleports to his lab* Anita:*blinks*Pico? *at Picos lab*
Pico:*after makeing them he smiles* now to deliver them to Rose
Snow: Alright, let's do it. (I almost can't imagine it to work… Two of the worst things that could happen to a foetus… Malformations that would render any survival absolutely impossible…) *they begin to head up to the permanently open company portals; few people cross their path, of which even fewer would greet Snow friendly; many flat out ignore him while giving Doc a »Hi«, »Sir« or a simple nod - or at least the ones that don't turn around and flee upon sight, terrified of the stories they heard about him* (Right, with Doc it's normal. However, it seems like the old rumours about me are still in the air. Heh. Such irony. I wonder if they still say the same about Valary as well.) So, what've we missed out on in the meantime? Judging by the empty hallways and lack of explosions, the tower seems busy with external work.
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "Bad question, Kid, my turn." *he says flatly as he keeps walking down the stairs. his cigarette finally burns down to it's filter and he replaces it.* "It's not my business to know, nor your to tell me, but what does Bittersweet's tell mean? Female hedgehog, young, white fur and pink eyes that'll turn purple." *he casually gestures the aproximate height and build of Claire as he describes her.* "I've got a couple of assumptions, mind you, but I'd rather have facts instead of educated bullshit."
–Zot, 9th floor–
Lucy: *keeps nodding and storing questions. Oddly enough, the medical facilities seem to confuse him more than the indoor amusement park.*
MB: (he played with Claire? and it took notice? well I might as well tell him what I know. hopefully he'll use this to avoid this kind of thing again.)Well I don't know the full story but, she was given back her life, but left out a few facts Such as she made a deal with the "Clowns in the divine courtroom" in exchange for her a demon bonded to her soul. From what I understand it takes a large amount of evil just to draw it out. and judging by what your telling me your presence was enough to stir the beast inside her. *he then stops to think about what he's heard and was told* …that can't be right though as it doesn't show with quality of sin or evilness just quanity. So, that would mean you must have done some real bad things just for that monster in her to take notice of you. Am I correct to presume this of you, Rust?
*back with the tour*
SB: 10th floor crops livestock, and storage for meats, fish and other dairy prouducts. very handy for cooking. also there's the meeting room used for special events and parties. also our teleporter for those who come in from home. Zot employees only of course.
*teleports*
11th floor is where the 3 of 5 generals stay and most of the high experienced members along with our most dangerous training room for experts only.
*teleports*
12th floor is where our mages teach magic, hold our Library filled with tomes and Morphblades room
*teleports*
and then there's the 13 floor with my office, security, and our studios for designs. Thus concluding the tower of Zot tour.Now do you have any questions?
*In the hallways close to the teleporter*
Doc: Well where do I begin?I was recently offered my acting carreer in Japan again though, I'm not going back for the sake of not wanting to wrestle Kaiju, and several overpowered Samuri. I finished and improved some of your experiments, and recently one of my patients is almost fully cured and no less almost able to begin to try to walk again. Shadowblade has been making deals left and right with the nations and keeping everyone happy. he's been doing things with the space programs, and been playing the charatible father by donating to shelters, food banks and research facilities for diseases. heck we've even been building places from homes to Libraries. Overall, we've been ok over here devoting time to the people who need it.
*the 2 then enter the teleportation room*
So, tell me, what's your house all like? I'm curious to know.
*elsewhere*
Anita: where did he go? I know he's magic but still…*sigh* oh well I guess I'll wait for him*sits down by the door*
Snow: It's neat. Seems bigger than it is from the outside, but big enough to contain everything we need. It's also supplied with some dandy advanced technology for my hobby lab and all the rest of the house. You know, automatically darkening windows glass, intelligent lighting and heating system, et cetera. No training room though, we're sparring outside for safety… Were, that is. Well, and the rest, you will have to find out yourself. *while he was talking, he pulled out his phone and searched for the approximate coordinates of their destination; confused, he stops typing on the giant teleporter's screen* … What in the name of- … Doc, guess what's been added in the new update to Maps. Our house, complete with address, road extension and everything. *he shakes his head* I tell you, now and again I really start to get paranoid about Google.
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "another bad question." *Rust says as he mulls over the new information and possible implications. as they come to the next landing rust absently mentions.* "this is the last landing before the lobby. last chance for good questions."
–Zot, 13th floor–
Lucy: *draws in a deep breath before asking many of his stored questions.* "would I need to undergo basic training? is the second floor where I am staying? what's a robotics? what's a medical field? are the metroids filled with gas? is that why they fly? is a mall a boarding house for stores? is there a brothel in it? do the airships use metroids to fly? or is it magic? are metroids magic? are your clowns well contained?" *Lucy stops to take another deep breath. he's only made it about half-way through his list.* "are your fun-houses the fun kind, or the sort that kills people? what's happy hour? who's Doc? do I need advanced training? if food is served on the fourth floor, than why aren't the 9th and 10th floors closer to it? how can a training room be dangerous? is it only dangerous for experts? how does one become a general? is Morphblade a general? why does he live in the library? why does the tower have 13 floors when that is an unlucky number?"
MB:(I'll take that as a yes…wait we're almost down there? well best make these next ones count) *he then clears his throat* Why do you belive Magic causes trouble? Do you know any magic or have used it in the past? What do you plan on doing while your here in our world? have you been lying to me about anything, and if so what? Do you plan on going back to your home town, and if so how? Would you like to join Zot? Finally, are you in any way friends with a person that goes by the name of Ink per chance?
*back at the office*
SB: well you really have had a lot on your mind so Let me answer everything for you.*takes a deep breath* yes you will, At first yes but then you'll get your own room, Robotics is a Division where we create machines to help mankind.
The Medical field is something that we use to better others and understanding of bacteria and virsus and how to combat them, …the Metroids I believe do use a form of gas to hover that is released in a certain areas of its shell pending on the stage of the metamorphisis, and no its not magic.
Our airships are propelled by high speed generators that recycle solar energy, and when on a cloudy day we use the Main engine to get it to fly. and yes we can make it sail on rivers and oceans too.
A mall is kind of what you described however people use it to shop and cut loose and relax socialy.
We have no clowns, especially killer ones that quote Tim Curry, our fun houses are the fun kind, however we do have defences there if needed to battle and push people back, happy hour is a drinking term, however in Doc's case it means drunk Science with the closest thing in the lab, as for who Doc is, he's our best scientist and Doctor, my best friend, most of our staff's living nightmares in a physical manifestation, and an all around good person.
You will not need advanced training lest you wish it, the food is brought down to the 4th floor after being frozen to be quickly heated and cooked, however there we do import fresher organic things from outside sources that are brought over with via Zepplin. the rest is naturally grown and raised here and go to any restaurants on the floors inbetween the 4th and 10 I may have forgot to mention.
Our training rooms vary in danger from robots that fight you, to the obstacle courses. it can be dangerous to experts if they are unprepared. the procees of becoming a general is rare as it only goes to those who have truly shown that they earned it both physically mentally and have many years of experience. Morphblade is not one of them he's above that and my personal bodyguard. he doesn't exactly live in the Library but actually near it. and Finally there are 13 floors and one basement technically making it 14. The reason it has 13 main floors is because I wanted it like that.
*in the teleportation room*
Doc: huh…well we'll just have to have to have a talk with google again and say that this is an invasion of privacy to one of our many staff members. Now come on, let's finish up with this and head on over to your place. (ooh this will be an interesting one…I wonder if it'll take less than a year for a patient this challenging to fix? I also might want to be foward with them about me doing this…eh when the time comes.)*he heads over to the platform bag in hand waiting for snow to join*
*Over with Pico*
Anita: thank you Pico*hugs and then sighs* at least you fixed one major problem for me today. I'll go and give these to my mom. Then get back to work, as usual. *she starts to head down then stops turning to him* would you like to come up and visit?
–Zot, Stairs–
Rust: "ah, now we get to some important questions." *the corner of his mouth twists into a toothy smile.* "most of them anyway; whether or not I was lying I would obviously tell you that I'm honest. no rhyme nor reason the other way around." *there is a slight tone of condensation in this statement, almost as if talking to a child.* "I don't know where I'm going right now; physically, metaphorically, whatever. you've make it clear that I'm not in Farrow anymore, so obviously I'll need to play my next few steps by ear." *although his words are backed by reason, he seems oddly at ease with his situation. especially considering his age.* "I don't know anybody by the name of Ink, probably because I, again, am not in Farrow anymore. for that matter, I don't know anybody here yet save you and Bittersweet. not exactly the warmest welcome I've ever received." *he steps down the last of the stairs and after a few feet, turns to face Morphblade.* "Magic." *he says, seemingly tasting the word and finding it sour. he stands there in consternation for a long moment trying to figure out how to put words to a universal truth.* "a wiser man than I once told me that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Magic, in it's purist definition is Power. tell me if you can't figure out the rest." * he looks Morphblade in the eye and holds him there for a long moment as if desperately willing him to know something. there is an ungodly weariness deep in his eyes as well as white-hot determination and a hint of sorrow. slowly, he closes his eyes and walks toward the doors of the tower.*
–Zot, Office–
Lucy: *there is undisguised confusion and concentration on the young man's face as he tries to work out the mess of answers and questions. he motions with his hands in the air in front of him, as tries to work it out for long over a minute before giving up the attempt.* "I, er, think I got most of that boss. how did you keep all those questions and answers strait in your mind? I can't even remember half of what I asked."
Snow: Yes, let's move now. (What if these five seconds of distraction did just determine my son's death…?) *he finishes logging in the coordinates and steps through the instantly built up portal*
The location of interest was not far off; half a mile to their left, a slightly leaning black glass tower grows out of the ground, held in balance by a multitude of thin strings, hardly distinguishable from the distance, that connect to the tower's sides, going all the way down to massive rings half buried in the ground. The surface of big, rectangular windows with wide gaps between each glass shines in the sun like polished steel and gives an edgy look, allowing only an obscure hint of transparency; through the corner of his eyes, Snow notices with satisfaction Doc's approval.
Doc: So this is your home. I must say, quite the eye catch. Especially that optical illusion as if the tower was actually upright and the rest of the world sloped.
Snow: And it doesn't even look over the top… - in my opinion. *they walk over through what might be first hints of a flower garden and orchard and Snow unlocks the door* Welcome to my and Val's home.
The big, plain black alloy door swings open and reveals a spacey first floor. The lobby, kitchen and living area are open and inviting, without any separating walls, and line up around a small round valley lowering down with three terrace steps to an impressive weeping willow that almost towers up to the fourth floor. The roots dig into the ground in a big space of grass, enclosed by a small, surrounding pool that winds around the tree. Now, from the inside, the tower reveals its massive steel skeleton that gives the building stability and provides a feeling of safety by the shear measurements of each rib being wider than the most well built human.
Snow: So, this is the first floor, obviously. Entrance, living and game area, first kitchen and bar, food and maintenance chamber. Futile list up really, you can see everything anyway. *he takes a short look around* Val seems to be upstairs. Shall we, or should I give you a small tour? (Not that we had the time for that, of course.)
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