Work of Hands, Wisdom of Stone
13th of October 2006 A.D.
"Anyone who's willing to do enough of a service for the magic to catch," you say firmly, almost instantly. The voice of temptation is there of course, to ask for more, to ask for full and true pledges of loyalty, but you are your parent's daughter and you do your best to do right by God and your fellow man. Granted there are practical reasons for true mercy as well, the lighter the duty the more will take you up on it, the less harm they will do to others, not to mention that they will all be at least inclined not to move against you or your interests lest the favor you have done them be removed.
"So like handing you tools in a sewer then," your would be 'assistant' giggles and picks up an offset wrench and presents it as a knight might offer her sword.
"No, it has to actually be useful in some way, now get back to those spreadsheets," you mock-command. The same computer skills that had seen her mentor pick her to scrum incriminating records from Sarah Greene's computer are now of far more benign use to another Sarah handling the Jade Dogs' accounting, not that he is planning to be an excel monkey forever.
'Boring as a week-old corpse,' she had called it. Almost you ask her when she had seen one of those, but then recall what little you know of Isabela's history.
Better not to know.
Resolutely you turn your eyes and your hands back to the task at hand...
***
16th of October 2006 A.D.
Resolve becomes drive, bright with welding with emerald flame, shifting stone with teeth of steel, groaning hydraulic muscles that unmakes the detritus of decades. It all fits together, an ease and grace that words alone cannot contain, a joy that bubbles deep, not only to make things of use, things of worth, but things of beauty and meaning. Roughly spray-painted dogs are into lithe watchful shapes that recall the shape of bane. In eyes cast from common tiles a secret hides, cameras carefully calibrated to see and to record under the eye of cybernetic spirits, ever watchful for another incursion. No more will your people have to risk themselves as Adam did, alone to watch for threats.
Drive becomes inspiration, the same cables that carry the camera's sight can be built stronger bigger, such that the spirits can at any moment spike the current a high enough voltage to burn any man to a crisp and more. Even a vampire, ghoul or unprepared sidhe would rue the day they tried to mess with your work.
Inspiration alloys with sweat and long hours of work, more than once you get back home at nine AM and sleep the slumber of the truly exhausted, but even though the jawas are curious and your friends are a little worried about how busy you are of late neither mom nor dad say anything. Dad's a craftsman after all, he knows what it's like to work on something big.
It is not the cameras, or the electrified wiring, not even the heavy security doors that make you the most pleased of all the work that filled these days. Blue-white light shines from half a dozen monitors , maybe not the best PCs you could get but even apart from the necessities of the base the people here, your people, now have a chance to engage with the rest of the world on their terms, to work and to play, be they ghoul vampire or just mortal down on their luck. Even those who do not want to face daylight world are as free as the internet can make them.
Last Station Gains
- Restored paint and tiles
- Functional Plumbing and running water
- Security System and Internet Connectivity
Progress: 3 (Previous) + 3 = 6/10 (+2 AP needed due to the decision to add improvements)
Something moves in the depths of the tunnel, beyond the reach of the light, something big, you feel as much as hear and
know that it is Porter. A good thing that you know too because to eyes alone he looks.... different. Wires of molten copper now snake between the loose stones of his body line veins, his eyes glow the hard blue, familiar, though not exactly welcome to anyone who has ever used Windows before . Even the shape of his body had changed, now wider towards the front and narrowing at the back in a pleasing curve rather than the rough jumble of rubble that it had been before.
"Masterful work... soulful work... no trains yet, but
soon?" He sounds so hopeful it's cute, as cute as twelve tuns stone steel and spectral flame can be.
You not with a smile then ask in turn: "The company is pleasant?" Of course you had asked before adding any spirits into the very infrastructure of the station, but you could not keep back a niggling worry that once the new roommates actually moved in something of their nature would start to rub Porter the wrong way. After all much like static made from scrapping one's feet across carpet 'rubbing the wrong way' is pretty much what the spirits you conjured are made of, dissonance and frustration.
The spirit blinks, an articulated steel covering over his glowing eyes. "They are all quite... young but most things are young... when you have lived... as long as... I. They will... be more mindful in... a century... or two."
Just then Clippy pings:
"Communication attempted. Lieutenant Karin Murphy. Shall I delay her once more?"
"No, no, I really should talk to her. I'll figure something out..." You do not sound very confident even to your own ears. Karin Murphy is not only good at her job she is passionate about it and officers like her are not the sort to let go of a murderer walking free with a 'trust me I know better.'
Porter gives what you had come to recognize as a curious rumble. Not seeing any harm in it you explain without any of the sensitive details, just that you had to let some of the vampires leave for reasons you cannot share with police.
"Narrow gaze, narrow thought..." You thought he would leave it at that, but after an extra long pause he offers. "Maybe I can be... of assistance... I am not as man is in body or mind. Perhaps I might propose a riddle yes... men love riddles so... If I were to move counter one of her laws would she seek to put me in jail? Would she kill me... every offense capital."
"I don't think that will help, she's stubborn."
"If she does not have answers for... how to... address the world she seeks entrance to in the context of her duty.... then it stands to
reason that world will not open... its gates to her."
What do you do?
[] Accept Porter's sugestion, at the very least he should be able to get detective Murphy off her interogation game
[] Reject Porter's suggestion. His heart is in the right place, but you really do not think a stone dragon who thinks mortals like to be posed riddles is going to solve this issue
[] Write in
OOC: Welp here we are , moving at a decent clip. I hope you guys do not mind the lack of Essence and willpower updates as you spend them, but they really are not relevent when we are moving several days at a time. Bleach baths and rest happens when necessary and you guys can be assumed to be between 8-12 motes at all times.