WATCHTOWER 16: Quick and Dirty

[Zefir]

[Main Room]

Mia nods.

"That should do it.And I think the best we can do is walking around until the silver starts to glow. Or doy ou have another idea?"

[Lady Serpentine]

[Main Room]

Mia nods.

"That should do it.And I think the best we can do is walking around until the silver starts to glow. Or doy ou have another idea?"

"Well, we could always make a silverstorm... Where the clouds glow and lightning starts going, we'll have a demon. Sound good?"

[Zefir]

"If that works. I never heared of a silver storm."

[Ashen Lilies]

[Planning Room]

KR looks thoughtful for a moment.
"Actually... I do have one or two... prototypes I've been itching to try out. Sounds like a good excuse. Also that thing DC said about getting rusty. Don't want that to happen."
...
Prototypes.

[Hangar]

The inside of the airship looks surprisingly stark, for what should be a complicated machine. A few plain, flat consoles sit at the front, covered in odd, circular runic panels, with two stools forming the pilot and co-pilot seat. Towards the back, a few benches line the walls to form passenger seating. Two cells sit at the very back, relics of the airship's previous life as a Lethargia prison ship. The center of the inside of the airship is dominated by tall, hollow glass column. The front of the column is open, and several large, curved pieces of bronze are carefully being moved into place, seemingly by some sort of invisible force. Though of course Siemko knows all about those. Watching the process is KR, eyes fixed on the hovering metal pieces in rapt concentration.

[Darkcomet]

[Planning Room]

DC looks thoughtful for a moment, then looks as if he has just realized something brilliant. "...You're right, it's not every day that we get a perfect excuse for live-fire combat weapons-testing..."

...

Oh dear.

[Morty]

[Planning Room]

Wenomir has probably left with Hill by now, re-joining continuity.

[Hangar]

Siemko also stares at the moving bronze plates, but with awe instead of concentration.
"What are those?" he asks, forgetting where he is for a moment.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Planning Room]

"Well, uh... what I'm testing is more along the lines of new combat armor, not things that go boom." Says KR, looking slightly worried and speaking in a sense of trying to divert DC from the predicted path of destruction he seems to be undertaking.

[Hangar]

There's no answer to start with, as the bronze plates continue to move into position. After a few seconds, they stop, there's a pause, and the inside of the glass column starts to fill up with ice, locking the bronze plates into position.
"Warp plates. For the dimensional engine. The magically charged bronze distorts the fabric of reality as it moves, creating a rift that can be manipulated to power the craft." Says KR, not really looking or paying attention to Siemko as she studies the positioning of the warp plates.
Then she turns.
"Wait, who are you?"

[Morty]

[Hangar]

Siemko gives KR a polite bow when she asks who he is. He seems really nervous.
"I'm Siemko, ma'am. Wenomir's nephew. Master DC is teaching me how to be a psychic."
Presumably, Wenomir would have told KR about his nephew off-screen at some point.

[Zefir]

[Front Yard?]

A big robot arrives here. Some may notice him as MDM, Mia's companion, but he is a bit taller.

The robot heads for one of the stones in the garden of WWATCHTOWER and if not stoped he will take one and leave.

[Morty]

[Training Grounds]

Wenomir can be spotted here, apparently swinging a chain at small posts that appear out of the ground. The chain wraps around the posts if Wenomir hits, and he pulls them out of the ground. Of course, Wenomir misses a lot of the time and the chain fails to wrap itself around the posts just as often.

[Zefir]

[Front Yard?]

Without any interruption MDM will pick one stone and head away from WATCHTOWER.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Hangar]

Siemko gives KR a polite bow when she asks who he is. He seems really nervous.
"I'm Siemko, ma'am. Wenomir's nephew. Master DC is teaching me how to be a psychic."
Presumably, Wenomir would have told KR about his nephew off-screen at some point.

[Hangar]

"Oh. I remember now." KR thinks it was mentioned to her! Maybe! Once!
...
Now... boy. KR knows how to talk to those! Maybe.
"So... um... how's that coming along for you?"

[Morty]

[Hangar]

"I think I'm doing well. I can lift things with my mind and Master DC said that psychics' heads don't actually explode, so the children back in our village were wrong," Siemko says. The head-exploding thing worried him.

[FireFox]

A middle-aged man in emerald wizard robes emerges from the Catacombs, walks up through the basement, and enters the ground floor. Blinking against the bright lights, he starts wandering around, looking for people.

[Murkus]

"Hey, pops, slow down," A strange young man says, approaching the emerald mage. He holds out a hand as if to steady Spyridon, but doesn't quite touch him yet. "You seein' okay?"

The strange young man in question is a bit on the short side, tan, with dark brown hair and a muscular physique. He's got eyes and ears like a deer. Jagged antlers extend from either side of his head, completing the picture.

[FireFox]

Spyridon looks at Adir, pulling his hood down to shade his eyes some more. It was very dark down there... And I don't know how long it has been... What day is it?

[Murkus]

"Seventh, I think. I don't keep track of human dating," Adir says, unaware that Spyridon may've been down there since before the new year. He squints at the older fellow. "Haven't I seen you around before?"

[FireFox]

I do not recall. I have not been on any real missions since I joined. I have spent most of my time conducting research. The wizard shrugs. I am Spyridon, WATCHTOWER's necromancer and Scion of the Order of the Eternal Yew. At least, he was the only necromancer in the organization when he was last undeadtimed.

[Murkus]

"Um, Adir. Frescot. I'm a Sentry here," Adir explains, eyeing the old spell-slinger warily. Necromancer was too general a word these days to rouse immediate suspicion, but it pays to be cautious. "What sorta research kept you down there for days, Spyridon?"

[FireFox]

Spyridon notices the caution and accepts it with an understanding nod. I had heard a rumor about a half-mad poet with a terminal disease that wandered down into the catacombs many years ago, looking to die alone in the dark. I spent many days conversing with his spirit and recording his words. I don't know how long it really has been, though... time down there seemed to pass at a different rate from the rest of the Nexus.

[Murkus]

"Oh. Well that's... good, I think," Adir says hesitantly, both impressed and further alienated by the odd quest. "I hope you got some good poetry out've it, at least. Are you alright? Do you need some food or something?"

[FireFox]

I will be fine. Spyridon shrugs. Are there any missions currently being planned? I would like to be more active in this organization.

[Murkus]

"Um, nothing big. We're hunting these things called the Cuthun demons, trying to root them out all over the Nexus. Organized the search parties myself," Adir says. He seems just a tiny bit proud of that. "You can pitch in and lend a hand, if you like."

[Morty]

[Here and There]

All three members of the Watchtower command group will recieve a message from Wenomir:

Fighting nigh-invincible cyborg madman, chased him out of Trog's into street. Could use some backup.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Hangar]

"I think I'm doing well. I can lift things with my mind and Master DC said that psychics' heads don't actually explode, so the children back in our village were wrong," Siemko says. The head-exploding thing worried him.

[Hangar]

"Yeah, I suppose that's a good thing to know." Says KR. "I mean, um, they don't always explode, anyway." Only on special occasions. She's kind of fumbling for things to say.

[Here And There]

Be right there.

Is the reply text getting sent. Nigh-invincible, huh? That... That sound like a challenge.

[Morty]

[Hangar]

Siemko nods and speaks up again.
"You must be KR, ma'am. Uncle Wenomir told me and my family about you." Uh oh.

[FireFox]

"Um, nothing big. We're hunting these things called the Cuthun demons, trying to root them out all over the Nexus. Organized the search parties myself," Adir says. He seems just a tiny bit proud of that. "You can pitch in and lend a hand, if you like."

If these demons have killed someone, I can converse with their spirit. I would be able to learn more about their activities and patterns. Of course, that requires knowing a location where the demons have killed people. Spyridon pulls a thick tome out of his robe, the cover is emerald with silver arcane runes written on it, and begins leafing through it. I am also capable of summoning certain things which could search for these demons.

[Murkus]

"The, uh, second one might be better for right now," Adir says, frowning in thought. "I'm just not sure who all these things have killed."

[FireFox]

Could you please tell me some more about these demons? How will my summonings know them when they see them?

[Murkus]

Adir gives him the rundown on Cuthun demons, and their ability to corrupt the weak-willed. More notably their hatred for humans and their willingness to experiment on mortals, in particular children or pregnant women. Adir doesn't know too much about their origins, homeworld, or other finer points, so that can be omitted. "They're weak to silver, too," He explains. "It glows in their presence. That's how we've been detecting them."