MB:(oh yeah definitely sounds like something out of a story…that or he's just really a real wise other being. wait is was that look to an indication that…oh) I had no idea, and am sorry. …Well we're at the lobby now and, we had a agreement*he holds up the cue case* and I'm here to hold mine to the end.
*up in the office*
SB: well Lucy, if you must know if your going to run a tower you need to know everything about its functions places you start of others and me being here for awhile, well it almost comes comes close to second nature. That and it helps that everyone I hired asked me similar questions before hand. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and deliver something.*pulls up his phone*Rob could you please get in here?
Rob:*opens the door* you rang?
SB: that was suprisingly fast.
Rob: well I am down the hall…
SB:could you kindly escourt Lucy to get him fitted for his gear?
Rob: of course sir.
SB: *opens a portal*just go as far as you can and I'll pick it up from there.
Rob: alright then.*turns to Lucy* if you could, please follow me to our studio down the hall.
SB:*goes through and grabs a bag* now where are… ah, at the lobby.*one portal later he's there at the gates waiting for him to open the door and hand him his meal atleast wanting to speak to him once*
*at Snow's house*
Doc:I would love to see your home, (not to mention the bar tending area) however as you know there is a more pressing matter, perhaps we can do both on the way up to see Val. By the way where would she be at this hour?
*at Anita's room*
Anita:(I don't think you can as much as I want you to, but who knows?) Mom? I'm home and I brought the pills.
Rose:*wheels herself in her appearance looks very organized and more healthy than the last time. She even seems to have some energy to her tone* Alright.* hugs her daughter and looks up* hello Pico how are you doing today?*smiles*
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tower of zot (NSFW)
–Zot, 13th floor–
Lucy: *follows Rob to the studio, not knowing what to expect next.*
–Zot, Lobby–
Rust: *stops and takes the Cue case from Morphblade.* "I hope that you do okay for yourself, Kid." *he says as he makes his way toward the gate. when SB arrives and offers the bag of food he gently pushes it away, a slight look of disdain on his face likely due to the method of his arrival.* "don't take it as an insult, but I don't trust you enough yet to eat your food. if you'll excuse me, I need to go get a cell-phone that actually works around here and a glass of something harder than water." *he moves past SB and out the open gate.*
Snow: Good question. Judging by her mood when I left, still in bed where I left her. If not there, then up on the top floor. *they start to climb the staircase winding around the centre tree and quickly reach the second floor; already it becomes obvious that the dark look remains outside; from the inside, the colour black only occurs as a contrast, while the ceilings and the furniture are made of thick, light honey coloured wood* Library. *the rough, brown-black tiles from the first floor that loosely resembled dug up ground are succeeded by rustic, wooden planks of the same colour as the ceiling two feet below; the two continue to ascend the stairs and reach the third floor; by that time, they went one full time around the tree* Guest rooms with three hundred sixty degree-balcony, kitchen and bathroom. *halfway up the stairs to fourth floor, they can see the willow's top on one level with them; up on the fourth floor, the staircase ends behind another door, again made of wood; above them, a big dome of tinted glass marks the end of the centre staircase* This lights up in the evening by indirect lighting; all colours from the Red-Green-Blue Colour Model available. *he opens the door and they step into an enclosed room* Another living and gaming room, with cinema seats. The consoles are actually all downstairs in the other living room; the slots in the wall are just for the discs, the controller's Bluetooth signal is picked up by a local router, and all the information is sent down to the upgraded consoles - no increased loading time whatsoever. More like shorter. Down the doors, we have a gallery, a play room, small winter garden with completely removable windows, and another kitchen for small stuff along with a bigger bar and the default dart and pool games and a card table. *they proceed up the stairs that are still winding up in the same manner; on the next, the fifth floor, the hallway goes around the glass dome from which light is shining up profusely* Second to last floor. Two bedrooms on the left, two on the right, ours and a big bathroom in the middle. *without giving explanation to the seventh door, he walks over to the Master Bedroom and knocks at the door* Val?
After moments of silence, Snow opens the door quietly and peeks inside. As opposed to previous examples, the windows in this room seem also tinted from the inside, so hardly any light falls in - the lack of artificial light adds to the hardship of perceiving any detail. After giving his eyes short time to adjust to the new condition, Snow can see the silhouette of his wife sitting on the bed.
Snow: Hey, love. Do you mind if I turn the windows off?
Val: Hmph.
Snow: *feels for a knob on the wall next to the light switch and turns it carefully; the window glass lightens up until the room is bathed in twilight and he could see Val's face clearly; he tries to give her an encouraging smile, although he knows without having seen it how frail and weak it is*
Val: *looks at him with wet face and empty, red cornered eyes; still, she's not crying, nor showing any sign of being about to soon; her mimic overall lacks of any emotion at all, except for her eyes, which got grief deeply engraved, along with something that might be accusation or self accusation* Is Doc here? *her voice is raw and husky as a result of long abandoning*
Doc:* knocks quietly and pokes his head in waving to her* hello there. I hear someone called for a doctor?
*back at Zot*
SB: huh, guess he's not hungry or realizes he can get all of that here. oh well.*heads back in* so Morphblade how did it go?
MB: oh do I have a story to tell…
*one explanation later*
SB: hmm so his name is Rust he's clearly from another world, dislikes magic due to an unfortunite event, and Likes gin, and even went as far as to play pool with Claire and almost bring out "it". …I like him already.
MB: you can't be serious.
SB: why can't I? he could have some serious potential here at Zot. and from what you tell me he may be able to use magic. There's just one thing bothering me…
MB:is he one of Ink's?
SB: I want to say perhaps, however the gods have been known for Divine pranks and I think this could be one of them. Pulling another who has suffered greatly here for a second chance. there's a tad of Irony here. That or Ink feels that Rust needs to be here. Either way we'll get to the bottom of this. Speaking of we have a new recruit here. You'll need to go and meet him shortly.
MB: what about you?
SB: there's one more person I need to see from what I understand. Wether or not she wishes to talk is up to her.*starts heading up the stairs*
MB:*sweatdrop*(I'd tell him he can teleport but let's face it the reaction would be funnier. when she tells him)
*in the studio*
Rob: Alright Lucy,*gets his tape* I'm going to be taking measurements for your armor. and yes everyone here's armor is custom made. its to make sure that no one can just sneak in and pop on someone's armor and go around the tower undetected. Please put your arms out to the side so I may begin.
*in Anita's's living quaters*
Rose: Well, we all have to worry sometimes. *she chuckles*
Anita: Mom i'm headed to my room.
Rose: alright dear. *take a Pill then turn to Pico* So how have you been these past few months? I heard you've been quite busy with work.
–Zot, Roof–
Rhiannon: *sighs and places the unopened book back into her astral inventory.* (why do I still hesitate? why haven't I opened up what could be the answer to all of my woes? I am curious enough after all this time to tear out my own hair…) *she shoves her hands into her hair and grips it* (…and yet…what if..am I so afraid of what it might or might not be that I dare not open it?) *she lets her hands fall away.* (no. I'm plenty afraid and anxious alright, but I wouldn't have let that stonewall me for months. maybe…maybe I'm not allowed to know. maybe a subtle, guiding force? gah, Ink would know what to do.) *she sighs for the thousandth time that day and stands.* (maybe…) *she begins but doesn't even allow herself to finish the though* (I need to do something; all this thinking is driving me crazy.) *calmly, she drifts down through the building into the library.*
–Central square, over the course of several hours–
Rust makes his way through the streets on foot as though he knows them. he exchanges some gold for currency at one of the more reputable pawn shops, and sets about some purchases. first a cell-phone with the same phone number that he gave Claire, than a meal at a diner, than a bottle of Gin. eventually he makes his roundabout way to the city library and plants himself in front of a stack of newspapers.
Rust: (hmm…things don't seem to different here. gold still has value, gin's still good, Tech is advanced to cell-phones and way beyond. magic is surprisingly under-developed though. there's no physical block, and the ley-lines are intact, but people just don't seem to use it. maybe they can't.) *he pursues that line of thought for a while before deciding to move on to the task at hand.* (I've obviously got a lot to learn but at least newspapers still exist. let's skim a couple hundred.)
–Zot, 13th floor, Studio–
Lucy: *does as rob says for the first pose, and each one there-after. he's not sure what to make of the experience, and seems to be thinking about other things rather than focus on the present.*
Doc: *Steps through the door and places down his case he then heads over to the bed stand and grabs a tissue and cleans his glasses which don't serve that much of a purpose* Well, I'll be honest and very up front with both of you, what I'm about to do is concidered impossible to many doctors, but as you both know I have had great experience healing and growing back things.I'm bringing my A-game, and already ran the numbers needed in order to succeeed.*he then puts on his glasses and turns to get the case unloading the vials if pink liquid* However, there are some important factors that make this challenging, even for a person such as myself. The first being that this is the first time I'm working on a patient still in the womb. Also, I don't know how long this will take. Hours, days, a week even. What I wrote is being put to the test at this very moment. So with that being said, i'll need full concentration for everything, especially when working on the brain. *he then turns around* Now,, are there any other questions or concerns that either of you have right now that I am able to answer before we start?
*on the stairs, going up*
SB: alright, so let's see here, Rhiannon is here at Zot. Likely not to join, but I'm not going to rule that out.*he ponders as he reaches the halfway mark* I guess te best thing to do is ask when I see her. but where would she be?*takes another moment as he contines up eventually stopping at the 12th floor* huh, according to this what I'm feeling she's in the library.*starts walking down the hall* This has been, so far, an interesting day.
*at the studio*
Rob: *checking the measurements and seeing of they all match* alright its all good your custom armor will be ready within 3 days.*looks at Lucy* hmm, seems you have something on your mind. care to share?
*over at Anita's room*
Rose: *she smiles at him* Pico, its alright. I understand. So, I have gotten some news within the past few days. According to what tests have shown I might be able to start walking again soon.
Doc:*goes into his case and gets a cup* Well, let's see…*thinks up something* think of it as a hardware guy going to fix and add some new things to get an computer running like brand new. Now, I'll be honest with you Val, I am going to be working through you to work on the child. However, if you want before I can begin, I can give you something that will put you out. You'll be dreaming and won't feel a thing.*he then searches for a bottle of spring water and pours it into his cup then turns to Snow and looks up then puts his finger foward with the rest still holding the cup*…you wouldn't happen to have a table large enough to perform surgery in your lab, perchance would you?. *he then turns back to Val* Also, I know this seems sudden, but how long ago was it since you ate something?
*in the 12th floor hallway*
SB:*makes his way down and opens the door to the library*(alright I'm here now to find her)*starts wandering around*
*Anita's room*
Rose: I plan on suprising Anita with it.*she then looks at him with a smile on her face* Would you like me to get you something? I do have fresh baked cookies in the oven and they'll be done soon.
–Zot, 13th Floor, Studio–
Lucy: "Hmm… oh, it's nothing important. I was just wondering why is a chair called a seat if that's the thing that goes in it? you don't call your seat a chair, do you?" *he sighs and shakes his head, a hand on his chin.* "I don't really know why I thought of that. I'm just a little pent up now and have a lot to take in. Not in a bad way, Mind you. just, it's a lot, you know? new people, new place, new everything."
–Zot, 12th Floor, Library–
Rhiannon: *notices SB as she drifts through the shelves.* "I was wondering when you would come find me." *the banshee remarks as she floats upsidown toward SB. she's in her young woman form; her long hair black and swirling about her head as if the air were water.* "I won't beg for a job, nor pretend that I've…recovered from the incident. Regardless, I need something to fill my time, at least for a while. do you have anything in mind, Chief?" *she speaks plainly in her voice that is somehow both old and young at the same time. she seems emotionally stable at the moment.*
Doc: Alright you ate.*he then nods and smiles* good. that saves us some time having to cook something.*he drinks his water and waits for an answer on the table and grabs out a few more pink vials of liquid* So, is there anything else on your mind that you need to know in advance?
*Zot Library*
SB:*his eyes light up and a big smile hits his face he then walks around the corner and back to her with a more calm expression* Well, we do have some temporary work if that's what your looking for. Do you have anything in mind at the moment that you'd prefer doing?
*in the studio*
Rob:Oh, I understand this Zot can be a huge thing to take in. Why, when I first started here I was just as lost as you and had no idea what I was doing. Now, I run my own studio and am concidered Shadowblade's personal organizer. I take photos of Models, design clothing and in my spare time film and edit commericals for various products. Now then If you could follow me, I need to take your photo for your ID.
*in anita's room*
*several minutes later after the ding was heard*
Rose:*puts down a tray with the fresh* here you are have as many as you want.*she smiled at him though it seemed a bit off as if something was bothering her*
–Zot, 13th Floor, Study–
Lucy: *follows Rob." "that's not it, er, it is, I mean. Yeah, Zot is a huge thing and I am overwhelmed by it, but it's not Just Zot. I don't think I've spent more than a week on earth in my life. there is just so much to learn, you know?"
–Zot, 12th Floor, Library–
Rhiannon: "I don't care what it is so long as it keeps me too busy to think." *she seems irritated and somewhat impatient, though not at anything or anyone in particular.* "I just… need to let some things go."
Rob: *he smiles*well worry not Lucy, you'll fit in. there are people that here can help you fit in. if you have any questions, most can answer. Some better than others. you just got to be social and friendly. *he then gets behind the camera* Now ,smile for me please.
*in the Library*
SB: Oh, I see…hmm*he then stops to ponder*well, I do have a couple ideas of things you can do. How are you with argriculture and growing things?
*at Snow's place*
Doc:…*he sighs and takes another sip*well I'm not going to lie to either of you… getting into where I need to go will require opening up Val. A simple moderate incision, one that can fit my*he then uses wiggles his free hand* "instruments" in. I may accidently bump a few organs looking for where I need to go and on the way out. Also, if this takes more than a day I'm going to be eating for me, Val and the kid giving them both the nutrients a healthy mother and child need, while mending and repairing the malformations. That's why I asked about if you ate something. Snow ,I'm going to need you to stay awake and be there to hand me some things and cook. Not only that, but to administer anything to keep Val relaxed. Also, how good's the lighting in that room?
*Anita's room*
Rose: hmm? oh its nothing*she puts on a smile for a bit and munches on her handywork then looks down* Pico, you ever feel at times that well, you might not be as good at something that you used to do?
Pico:*sweatdrops* you are asking the wrong guy*looks at her expression and smiles slightly as he made her look at his face*besides you are a wonderful mother not to mention a hell of a cook*grabs 3 cookies and eats them* your smile is contageous*smiles for emphasis*and you are so calm and well mannered i dont know what you could be bad at because that sounds impossible!*does that goofy smile again*
–Zot, Photoroom–
Lucy: *poses and smiles for picture. for some reason, his smile makes him seem more malevolent than benevolent.* "eh, thanks, but I wasn't asking for advice. I'm sure it's good advice, and I'm glad you're passionate about your job but…how is that relevant?" *he holds up his hands in front of him like a profit having a sudden vision* "no, wait, let me guess. Zot will help me to understand and peace and love and all that other stuff." *he lets his arms flop to his sides.* "ah, forget it; un-asked for advice is still better than Hell."
–Zot, 12th Floor, Library–
Rhiannon: "I don't know what kind of freaky farming you have around here, but the farming I know leaves one with nothing to do but think." *she says somewhat sourly.* "I know beggars can't be choosers, but surely you can think of something better than that."
Snow: You should know the answer to that. *after he gently fights down Val's tries to keep him from helping her out of the bed, he heads for the door* Just follow us. *they start to make their way back down a bit slower than before due to Val's condition; back on the first floor, they head on over to the far edge of the maintenance chamber and the halfway hidden staircase between the chamber and the outer wall* The lab. *he says over his shoulder to Doc and takes the first few steps with Val before he adds* … And of course, wine cellar. *three dozen feet under, they come to a dead end with a big heavy metal door going off to the left and another one of the kind to the right, which they all step through now; someone hits the lights and the lab is dipped in bright, omnipresent, cold white light that mercilessly eradicates all shadows; having roughly the same size as the company labs on Zot's eighth floor, this lab seems off - there are no big weird experiments in giant aquariums or terrariums, nor any apparatus brooding an unidentifiable liquid, in fact, the air conditioning is the only tiny noise that can be heard; Snow points to a large dissection table roughly in the middle of the lab with several cushions suitable for surgical procedures waiting by its side* Over there. *oddly enough, as opposed to Val who becomes more and more nervous, Snow has calmed down significantly in the past minutes, possibly encouraged by the thought of having anything he can do about the situation*
- Back at Zot, eighth floor… -
Claire: (Gotta admit, there's an advantage to that whole 'Zot gone public' crap. I can walk around without having any fucktards rubbing me the wrong way.) *she takes the last steps towards Doc's lab and knocks sharp as usual* Doc? Ya there?
Doc: Not bad snow. a bit vacent, but what are you going to do? *he looks to Val and smiles*Don't worry my dear this will just be like last time only the choice of being awake will be up to you. I know you have much to worry about, but your in the hands of a 2 professionials. he then retrieve his bag and places it on a side table. from that he begins to extract several vials of the Pink liquid, a scalpel , his cellphone, a bag of chips, several sedatives, and a white coat,with a faded big red cross on the back the then takes off his lab coat and puts the other one and hangs his lab one up somewhere and walks back to the table.* are we just about ready or is there something?
*Eighth floor Doc's room*
*there is no responce from the other end however, the door remains unlocked. A note can be seen a few inches above her upon closer inspection, the following is written.:
Hello there,
I'm sorry to say, but at the moment I'm not in. I had a house call to make. I know the first one in practicly 2 years, right? Ah, but in all seriousness, if this is about formula or serum making please address, Pico and leave him the things you wish him to make on his lab door. If this is about something else or just want to talk, call me on my Cell(insert cellphone number here) I always have a few minutes to spare and chat. Even if I'm knee deep in someone else. Thank you again and sorry that this is so sudden.
-Doc.*
*Zot library*
SB: true enough, it is something simple*thinks about his more professional jobs* (well she is quite knowledgeable, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about being a teaching self defence. Modeling is another choice I was thinking but I don't know if she'll show on camera. hggnnn…why did I have to design a place that is all about free thinking and individualism?…oh yeha, cause everyone deserves a second chance. The only thing I can think of that gives her no free time to think and keep focused is to organize all my files,and now that I think about it Rob does need a break.) Well you could be my personal organizer and secretary. Always busy organizing meetings, coming with me everywhere I go to moniter the towers on my daily routine, and taking time to organize my files. Would that work?
*at the studio*
Rob:… (l wish it were that simple) *he then looks at the smile and rubs his chin* mind if we take a few more? The one we have is good, but I'd like to take a few more for good measure.
*Anita's room*
Rose: Thank you Pico that does mean a lot, but I'm not so sure. I mean there are so many things I-I don't know where to start. *she then looks up at him* …can I count on you to help me when the time comes?
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