There’s a certain redheaded mystic who always manages to be in the most of //interesting// of places and this morning is just one of those times. When she heard that Leo would be at the ‘disgraced’ TechnoWizards shop, Slaine had ensured she would be there.
Leaning against one of the walls, arms folded over her chest, she smirks just a little as Aiden, and Stella, quite literally do the heavy lifting. “What are ya gonna do with it, Leo?” Totally helpful, right?
Leo raises his hand, gloved middle finger saluting Ali with a wiggle, “Quit that.” he says off handedly and his arm slumps down against his side as if dejected about something before joining it’s partener in wringing themselves as the stone is wheeled into loading possition. “Do with it?” he asks, suddenly looking confused, “Um… I have no idea.” he answers honestly, shooting Slaine a look, “But, if history is any indication them I’m prolly gonna turn it into something that’s meant to kill stuff.” shrug, “Hold on, lemme run the math.” his face seems to get a far off look, the tip of hsi tongue sticking out from between his lips for a full two seconds before he nods firmly, “Yup. Math checks out. Gonna make it kill people.” Either he’s a smart ass or he actually ran that math on possible uses for whatever the stone thingie is and came up with ‘weapon’.
Aiden gunts as he has to take the full weight of the obelisk, something which he’s not sure the little dolly is really up for without Stella’s help. So he employs some of his own, using his telekinetic talent to stabilize the end Stella had been holding. It’s not obvious…
Alright, it’s obvious.
“Am… being… careful…” He grits in Aliana’s direction as he watches Stella fuss with the gates. Surely she wouldn’t draw it out just to make him sit with the weight longer, right?
“Any… time… now…” Because you know, heavy, valuable potentially explosive obelisks. Right here.
Stella Bridger uses her left hand to unlatch and start to pull the first of the two ramps. Leo probably already knows why even without asking. And she didn’t leave the task of manhandling the obelisk to Aiden just to be mean. Now, if he’d done more of that mind-talking at her, yes. But he hasn’t. He’s actually been respectful. So she’s trying to do this as quickly as possible.
“Next time you let me bring the forklift I offered,” she says offhand.
Aliana Knight doesn’t seem at all put off by Leo’s ‘salute’, smirking as she sips at her tea. When the little man answers Slaine, she leans over towards the redhead. “Does he make anything that //isn’t// a weapon?” She asks, not entirely looking for an answer.
Whatever Slaine might say, she calls out loud enough to carry to the workers, “You know, it’s a little morbid, you cleaning the guy’s place out when he’s had his soul sucked away.” She doesn’t seem terribly //offended//…
Leo would look sheepish, but his face is screwed up in an expression somewhere between orgasim and greedy Scrooge McDuck as he eyeballs the phallic shaped sculpture, “I didn’t know he’d have this in there!” he says to Stella, “I mean come /on/! Who keeps a-” he stops and shoots the government man a narrowed eyed look, “a uh… a big stone dick just… laying around?? Who wouldn’t want it, you knwo, decorating their entry way?” nice cover there. Whew. Government man, who was looking bored and was locking up behind himself, now seems to be harboring growing concerns.
“Just uh, you know, get it on the truck un dammaged and all will be well.” he offers with a beautific grin that speaks of nothing but childlike innosence. So. It’s pretty certain they’re all gonna die, right? Leo turns that smile on Slaine and shrugs, “Meh. He clearly didn’t prize anything in there, he only had like /one/ booby-trap and it was a shit trap.” he smirks, “I said booby.” grins wider.
Slaine rolls her eyes at Leo’s answer, she’s fairly sure he’s being a smart ass. He generally is, so there’s that. He might have //also// run the math. “Of course you are …” is all she says as she smirks at Aliana and shakes her head “Nope. Not seen him do anything but for all the time I’ve known him. Guess someone has to do it though.” Not everyone can just meditate and //know// how to do that type of thing.
“The council granted a favour to everyone there … guess Shan won’t have need for this stuff …” is her response to the Shifter. She seems a little disconsolate about it all, but not overly.
“I really hope he’s paying you a lot for this.” Aiden mutters to Stella. Forklift. You know he had been somewhat concerned about it. Looking back on it… that was rather silly of him. Next time. Forklift. Also he won’t be here.
The psychic glances over to Aliana and nods. It is more than a little morbid. But hey, Leo had asked the Thirty as his favor to have access to the lab. They said yes. //Why// they said yes is a mystery to both man and gods, but they did. Once Stella has the ramps down and set he shoves the dolly a bit forward and positions it.
“Ready? One, two…” Shove. Just ignore that creaking. And that thump.
There. All done.
Aliana Knight gives a soft snort and shakes her head.
Smoke lifts her head as they start to get the… stone penis up onto Stella’s bed. Truck bed. Ears perked forward it’s like she’s hoping for something interesting. Like the obelisk going tumbling down. But lucky Leo, it settles in fine.
“Did you happen to find anything else in there that might give a clue as to why he made off with the taps?” Aliana asks, still sitting a good, safe distance away.
The truck tolerates the weight well enough. But oy what an UGLY obelisk. Stella hops up into the truck’s bed and helps make sure the thing is settled in the truck bed then secures it and the dolly in place before hopping back down to put the ramps back. She nods to Aiden as a sort of thanks for the help loading, then looks at Leo before addressing the two other women.
“Who’s riding with us?” She isn’t expecting anyone to WANT the damned eyesore, but there’s still safety in numbers.
Slaine just sighs as Leo laughs at his own … small … joke. Well, jokes. “Maybe he expected it would be safe …” she says as she starts to wander around the room, despite the disapproving look of the councilman and the //thump// as the stone settles into the truck. “All done then, you two?”
She doesn’t mind poking around, who knows they might find something – though it’s not likely.
Bridges question has her looking over “I’ll ride with you.” If they’re ready to go, she’ll hop up into the truck bed with the … nope, she’s not thinking about what Leo just called it … the block of stone.
Leo waves Ali’s question away, “Naw, if anything it was shockingly boring.” he shoots an annoyed glance over his shoulder at the workshop door, “Seriously. What sort of self respecting creator doesn’t have at least a /couple/ of irresponcible doomsday device plans doodled up? I mean seriously?! How straight laced was this jackass?” he climbs in the back of the truch with Slaine and eyes her, “Speaking of straight laced, wanna snuggle up to the big marble cock there before we get it back to my place? After that no touchie.” he seems to consider it, “You know what, on second thought, no touchie now, small chance if could invert the bonds holding your atoms together and-” he brings his fingertips to his lips and blows on them before using the hand to pantomime dust floating off. “Or just make you really hungry. It’s funny how all this stuff works.” he chews his lip, “Speaking of,” he bangs on the top of the cab and leans over to eye Stella, “Can we swing by that taco spot by my shop? I have got the munchies like whoa.”
At some point, likely sooner rather then later, they’re all gonna get together and try to figure out which of them is to blame for Leo’s seeming interest in them.
And poor Government guy, looking more and more and MORE worried with every passing second is left behind. So man a now slightly emptier shop and question his professional choices.
Aiden will take a pass on the drive though he nods to Stella in thanks for the offer. He has a feeling Aliana is going to want to follow the possibly insane techno-wizard inventor just to see what kind of trouble he gets up to with his new haul.
The psychic glances over to the shifter as if to confirm that. Slaine and presumably Leo are both going with Stella. There are other ways over and it looks as if possibly Stella’s truck is going to be a bit crowded anyway.
Plus, you know, it has a vaguelh phallic possible bomb on it. So there’s that.
Aliana Knight hops down from her perch, Smoke standing up as well and padding along as the Shifter heads over towards Aiden. She takes another sip of her tea and then asides to him: “Think they’ll get there alive?”
“Taco stop is going to cost you extra. You’re buying for the rest of us.” Stella lets Slaine clamber in to the truck’s cab then climbs up herself. With one last nod to the trio staying behind, the Voyage of the Phallic Obelisk is underway.
“Of course we’ll make it!” Slaine casts Aiden and Aliana a look before turning to Leo. “Not my type of snuggling, thanks.” If she seems put out by Leo’s comments it doesn’t show. Then again, Aiden and Aliana have heard her speak to Sterling.
Leo shrugs, “It’s tacos.” which seems like it was a ‘yes’, doesnt’ it? He then flops down in the back of the truck and leans against the bed’s edge. He quirks a brow at Stella, “Well next time I’ll try to find a giant magical rune covered marble magical device shaped like a vagina for you but my options were sorta limited in there ya know? But don’t you worry kiddo,” he finger guns Stella, “I’ll build you up a right nice girlfriend one day.”
Aiden watches as the truck starts to move. “It’ll be a small miracle if they do…” He mutters. The psychic absently scratches Smoke’s ears. What? She’s a wolf. Which is like a dog. He knows damn well she’s not a pet. But still…
“Well, shall we head off then?” Whether to Leo’s shop or somewhere else it’s really all the same to him. He’s kind of curious though… kind of morbidly, train-wreck kind of curious.
Bridge drives them to aforementioned taco shop — and makes Leo go inside to get his damned tacos. She is NOT getting the Obelisk of Inappropriateness stuck in a drive thru. And she asks Slaine somewhat idly while they wait for Leo, “He’s always that … chatty. Isn’t he.” Her inflections make it sound like she’s not asking a question when she very probably is.
Aliana Knight’s head tilts over to the side a bit in an absent manner that mirrors Smoke’s as Aiden scratches her ears. She gives a nod to the question. “Let’s head off to his shop. I want to see you unload that phallic thing.”
Slaine just gives Leo a rather flat look and smirks slightly, letting his commentary wash over her. “Don’t be long in there, the other two will be waiting and you’ll want this thing unloaded…”
Settling in, pulling her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them she nods to Bridge “Yeah. But this is clean … I’ve heard … worse.” She really hopes they get to his shop and soon …
Buy The Bye isn’t a Vesper icon or anything, but it’s well known around the right sorts of people. For the Right People it’s a place you can go to get a thing to kill someone and the proprieter, being one of the Right People, asks not questions and tells no tales… though he has occasionally offered some advice, or so claims rumor. Whether or not the advice was about the killing or not commiting the act to begin with is up for some debate. For everyone else it’s the place you can go to equip yourself for protection against the Right People or the occasional monster or what have you. Whoever you are if you need something made to put another somthing deep in the ground it’s the place you go. If you have the cash.
Very few people have ever seen the back of the shop however. The building is fairly large and only the front 1/4 is actually shop space, which is plenty honestly. The rest is a mix of living quarters and laboratory. Today the group is backs the truck up to the legitimate loadind dock around the back of the building and the behatted man is licking taco sauce from his fingers as he hops down to walk towards a banded and runed steel door at the back. “Got simple rules. Rule 1, Don’t fucking touch anything. Rule 2, Break it you bought it. Rule 3, If it kills you in here then you did something stupid to deserve it. Rule 4, Don’t fucking touch anything or else Rule 3 and you will become intimately familiar.” he turns his body so it blocks site of the door, and he does something with his gloved hand. A moment later there is a series of very impressive sounding metal thuds and clanks and the small but clearly reinforced door opens up and he steps inside, closing it behind him, leaving everyone else just sitting outside. Another couple of moments later and the bay door begins to slowly clank upward, sounding for all the world like it was being lifted by a mechanism not unlike that used in ancient castles to raise a draw bridge. “Hold on!” his voice comes from the shadows, “Lemme drop the lift gate!” and then there’s a metal plate slowly extending out and tilting so as to accomidate the difference in height between the loading bay’s ‘floor’ inside the building and the lower truck bed outside. It was admitedly designed for larger vehicles.
Aiden has appeared apparently sans Aliana. Or perhaps its just that she’s watching from elsewhere. Or perhaps she’s decided something else needs taken care of. Who knows?
Whatever the case, he’s here. She’s not. At the moment. He’s watching as Stella backs her truck in, the scent of ‘tacos’ wafting out of the window as he leans on the wall behind the shop and looks on amusedly as Leo sets his gorund rules and opens the place up. There’s a lot of security here.
Don’t need to remind her of the rules. She’s not stupid enough to mess with anything that reeks of magic. Bridge waits in the truck for Leo to prep the loading dock, then backs the truck up to the lift gate as neat as can be. Yup. It’s all practice.
Setting the truck’s parking brake and cutting the engine, she steps down out of the cab and moves to clamber into the bed to start trying to heft the Granite Obeisk of Inappropriateness on its dolly into the buiding proper. Her cybernetic arm might be way stronger than human norm, but it’s still attached to a regular human body, and there is just no way she’s going to be able to wrangle the thing on her own.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it.” Slaine mutters as Leo expounds. She knows the techno-wizard well enough to know that he isn’t joking though. She’s not had tacos – there’s a hot meal waiting at Grans, she’s sure.
Seeing Aiden leaning against the wall, the small redhead jumps from the truck and goes to stand by him “Gonna help them unload?” Probably best she doesn’t bring her own unique talents to bear, it might cause the lump of rock to explode or something.
Now that the door’s open and the lights inside are starting to flicker on, one gets a peak behind the curtain so to speak and frankly it’s more terrifying then most would imagine. There are tables covered in countless sorts of tools, some hold beakers and glass tubes with colored liquids and gases that all seem to be moving on their own, one even boiling despite there being no flame beneath it. Other tools hold carving and engraving tools, tubs of acids, bases, oils, and agents with various metalic things sticking out of them here and there. As the lights come to life, so to does the rest of hte shop, power beginning to flow once more into most of the places where it was cold and dark moments ago. Over in the corner is what appears to be 12 foot tall powered armor or mech of some kind, but one can only guess because the entire thing is covered in a sheet with one giant hooked metal toe sticking out from beneath the tarp. In another corner there is a wall twisted wire around large polls set deep into the concrete, these mushroom shaped devices come to life and begin to hum softly, the feeling of power grows the closer one comes to the trio, the hairs on arms starting to stand on end once anyone is within 30 feet of them. Another wall has been made into possibly the largest chalkboard ever seen. The entire wall painted with matte black paint, it goes up the full 3 stories of the warehouse and nearly 50 feet long on a side. It’s covered in maths and glyphys and runs and thoughts and whirls and images that are hard for the human mind to even stare at for any length of time, a few of them seeming to move if looked at to long. There’s also a grocery list as well. Apparently Leo needs eggs and more toilet paper.
High above the ceiling is covered in cat walks that criss cross thick steel and wooden rafter beams, so that once up high one could move quickly from any one place in the shop to another without having to dodge through all the experiments inbetween, even access the front of the shop, one imagines, if required. Though how one gets /up/ there is anyones guess as there’s no ladders present. The inside of the shop quite simply has to much to look at, a forge, a shooting range, crucibles, carving stations, a scripting desk, at least four drafting tables laden with papers and scrolls, chemistry, alchemy, metalurgy, gunsmithing, circuit boards and soldering irons. It’s all a little dizzying and accompanies that feeling one gets walking into a very good museum. There is quite simply to much going on to see or understand everything in any reasonable amount of time. This is what dedication looks like when it runs headlong into madness or, possibly, genius. Oh yeah. And there’s a little cor up against the far wall with a tiny minifridge next to it, just large enough to hold drinks… and it looks like his chemical shower has soap on a rope hanging from it’s water spout. So. Not a man of amenities.
“Yeah.” he says, eyeing Aiden as he stuffs half a taco into his maw, “Yoff goffa healph?” omnomnom.Aiden stares into the cluttered morass that is Leo’s workshop for a long moment before answering. “I’m not sure I can give you the help I think you need… but sure I’ll help unload the truck. Where are you going to want thing?”
Aiden had been using the dolly just for comfort – Stella’s comfort – and because he didn’t want anything to blow up if psychic energy hit it wrong. This? He’s more worried now about something blowing up if he trips on it. Or bumps it. Or looks at it funny. So he reaches out with his mind once Stella’s truck is open and just lifts up the first heavy object. From thirty feet away. With his brain.
Bridge had been just about to reach for the obelisk when it starts to move seemingly by itself and she recoils, stepping clear of the thing and watching it with an unusually clear expression on her face. Nervousness. She covers it up after a second, though, and tries to sound all pragmatic and stuff. “You know, you should have done that in the first place.” She’s watching the obelisk, mostly to conceal that she doesn’t actually know who to address that comment to.
As the place lightens, Slaine looks around, eyebrows rising at the … clutter. She certainly doesn’t look too long at they glyphs and keeps her distance from the mushroom shaped devices. Even from here she can feel something.
“How you can find anything in here, is beyond me.” She mutters to Leo as the obelisk starts to rise on its own accord and she casts a look to the Psychic. “What other parlour tricks can you do?” she asks him.
Leo points to a section of the lab near the bay doors, pretty near in fact, that’s covered in, oddly enough, broken bits of stone and a bench of chisels and hammers, likely it’s his runeing station? Who knows, but the giant metaphorical phallus should fit there nicely. By the time Aiden’s set the the object down, he’ll find a Leo standing right next to him, hat in hand, staring up at Aiden with THE BIGGEST ROUNDEST EYES EVAR, “you and me,” he all but whispers in a voice that’s either awe or physical attractions, “are gonna be the /bestest/ friends…” Bridge might not know who to address, but clearly the tiny mad scientist does. He is now hopping foot to foot, either with excitement or he has to pee. Flip a coin.Aiden grunts with concentration. “Didn’t need to before. Dolly in there is going to be inconvenient.” It’s short yes but picking things up with ones mind is still work, it’s just work of a different sort.
“Do you often find stone phalluses you need moved?” And there. It’s down. On the bench where Leo wanted it behind a maze of detritus, scrap and very dangerous looking things that he can’t differentiate between tools and weapons. Yeah. He’ll stay out here if he can.
“You’ve seen some of them.” The psy-warrior reminds Slaine. And indeed she has. Telekinetic force fields are also in his repitoire.
The moment the obelisk settles in its new resting place, Bridge turns to look at the others, witnessing Leo’s puppy dog eyes and potty dance. The hell? She doesn’t linger on that thought, though, instead taking the moment while the others are talking amongst themselves to resecure the dolly in the truck bed and lock up the truck.
“You better have some tacos left,” she says to Leo. She didn’t anything on the way here either. Don’t eat and drive. It’s messy and distracting.
“Well yes, I have…” Slaine murmurs to Aiden “I was wondering if you did something more showy … like this…” she gestures as she follows him into the workshop, skirting the stuff on the floor and being careful of the benches and the like.
“Y’alright, Bridge?” the mystic peers at the woman, aware that she’s not particularly cool with things magical or psychic, before sighing at Leo and his antics. “What are ya thinkin’ now, Leo?” With the techno wizard, one can never really be sure. He might just want to dissect Aiden’s brain … or something.
Leo moves away from the psychic and over towards the big stone, “What? You want him to rip your clothes off with the power of his mind? I mean I suppose it’s possible but it’s a waste of a perfectly fantastic gift. Man… can you imagine never having to reach for the remote again? How cool with that be?” he doesn’t mention his desire to desect a brain, Aiden’s or otherwise. It would prolly be rude. “Tacos in the back!” he hollars as he starts sifting through tools on the bench near the settled stolen property.Aiden just snorts and does not look at Slaine, imagining that she’ll be turning roughly the color of her hair about now. “Warding off a demon squid the size of an adolescent drake wasn’t enough for you?” At least Aiden imagines it was that size. He’s never seen an adolescent drake, really.
The psychic watches Leo go and then turns to look at Stella. “Did you get everything out?” It’s locked, he imagines she did, but you know.
Bridge blinks twice, then nods to Slaine and retrieves the tacos. “Yes, everything’s out,” she tells Aiden before finally actually setting foot inside the only slightly controlled chaos that is Leo’s warehouse space. Then she offers the tacos to Slaine and Aiden so they can take some if they wish.
“Oh please…” is all Slaine says in answer to Leo, quite sarcastically. “And I don’t have to reach for the remote…” she reminds the man. She’s a mystic after all and she just had to meditate to learn a new spell. And no, she’s not blushing – that would just add fuel to Leo’s fire.
“I suppose it was… ” she sighs slightly dramatically at the psychic before taking a taco from Bridge and peering again at the woman “So where are you are heading now this job’s done?”
Leo shrugs on a thick heavy leather apron and places his hat on a rack attached to the wall, made from what appear to be the arm bones of some creature, and pulls down a full face sheild like mask thingie instead, placing it on his head. Then he starts digging in a large wooden box of tools, leaning way inside.Aiden takes a taco and gives it a sniff. “Did you get the beef or spiced raptor?” Doesn’t matter too much apparently because he takes a bite before he gets an answer. The psychic glances over to Slaine. “Probably back to Saren’s Rest. Got some more ‘prospecting’ to do. Were are you headed, Bridge?”
He’s not asking Leo because Leo appears to be… busy.
“Back to get the top reattached,” says Bridge as she nods toward the truck, “then on to the next job.” Of course, she doesn’t say what that next job is. Client confidentiality and all that… or she’s politely refraining from saying that she wants to get the hell out of Vesper and back to to the familiarity of Dogwood. She claims a taco for herself and sets the rest of the food gingerly on the nearest table that has a clear spot. She doesn’t really seem to care if it’s beef or spiced raptor either, as she starts in on the meal immediately. Then as if something just occurred to her, she heads back out to the truck for a moment and returns carrying a small armful of beverage containers. Dogwood junkfood beverages, no less.
Slaine just nods to Bridge and Aiden. “Bet y’all be glad to be out of Vesper.” That’s to Bridge, although the mystic suspects she’ll be seeing more of the woman.
Leo however, gets a sigh from the redhead as she watches him dip into his toolbox. “Are you going to start working on that now?” It’s just after 2am, after all. But then, who’s she to judge? She’s here with them after all. Nibbling at her own taco, she waits for answer.
Leo comes out of the box holding a shockingly small hammer, a 4 oz jewelers hammer, and he blows some dust off of it, “Work on… oh no.” he says shaking his head, “I couldn’t care less about that thing.” he waves a hand at the big stone dick as he walks towards it. “It’s a worthless prototype, a sort of new style tap he was trying to create but his math was all wrong in here.” he traces a few of hte runes with his gloved finger, “Hell, it’s sitting directly on a lay line now and it’s useless as tits on a bull raptor. I can see what he was going for, something about efficientcy, but no, he got lost in the dimentional algorythims.” sure he did. “I just had us make a big deal out of wanting it so they wouldn’t notice when I took this.” he holds up a mole skin journal so stuffed with extra papers it’s buldging in the middle, it’s leather tie down straining for dear life. He slips it back into his pockets somewhere beneath the heavy apron, “Besides, if he was doing what I think he was, then there is something about this that could be useful.” he eyes the people in his shop and points, “You’re gonna wanna stand over there.”Aiden crunches another bite of his taco and snags a drink of Stella as she comes back with them. He spins it in his hand, literally having it spin in his open palm, before he opens it and directs the fountain of spray into his mouth. He’s cheating of course.
When Leo directs them to a point in his shop he starts moving. And starts mentally thinking about what kind of shape a field would need to be in order to survive, say, a massive explosion.
Bridge lets Aiden take the beverage and sets another by the tacos on the table on her way to ‘over there’. If whatever Leo’s about to do messes with her truck, there will be hell to pay. Literally. Slaine is offered her choice of the remaining two beverages. “Well, I won’t complain about being back in Dogwood.” That’s about as diplomatic as she can manage. And takes another bite of her taco to avoid having to say any more.
Slaine actually squeaks when Leo shows them the journal. “You did what?!” Even though the redhead is impetuous and often finds herself in trouble, stealing a techno wizards journal right out from under the councils nose … is dicey. Her eyes narrow as she takes a place next to Aiden “And what do you think he was doing?”
Taking one of the drinks, she nods her thanks to Bridge. “Well, this should be interesting …”
Leo looks nonplussed as he shoots Slaine a look, “I took his Build Book.” it’s like saying ‘spell book’ when talking about a wizard, “Hey, it’s not like they were using it for anything, right?” he says, not giving a shit if they were or not. It’s his now suckas! He swings the tiny hammer a couple of times and rubs the edge of the head with his thumb, checking the engraving, “Kinetic amplifier.” he says as if that explains everything, “Keep trying to figure out how to use it as a weapon, I mean, working out how to place the spell on a warhammer would be wicked, but a baseball bat would be even better. No one would see that shit coming. Can’t seem to work out the flaw though, must be somewhere in the delivery system math, I’m over compensating.” he frowns and nods his head once firmly, the face sheild dropping down into place, “Here goes nothing.” he says, his voice hollow and echoy as he reaches out with the hammer and daintily swings it’s small iron head at the edge of the obelisk.
KCRA-KOOM!Very, very quietly Aiden puts up an angled, curved telekinetic field around himself, Slaine and Stella. It’s hardly noticable, a faint ripple in the air, unless someone starts moving around and walks into it that is. Maybe he’s not giving Leo enough credit. The man hasn’t killed himself yet after all. On the other hand, he is clearly missing an arm and while the psychic doesn’t know how that happened, he doesn’t want to duplicate it here. At all.
Stella Bridger is not able to stop herself from flinching at the explosion, and (thankfully?) misses the telekinetic field going into place. After a moment, she’s calmed enough to finish the last bite of her taco. She’s… ready to be on her way, now.
Slaine’s eyes widen again “Leo!! N—” too late, the tiny hammer comes down and she quickly incants the words of a spell. Where as Aidens TK shield shelters them, a field of blue glowing magic appears around the obelisk … hopefully catching any detritus and energy that is released. Might be hard for Stella to miss that.
It’s gonna hurt the small mystic, a little bit, to have that happen, but – well Leo’s known for the experiments he conducts. And she’d rather walk out of there in one piece.
The small hammer comes down, not hard really, more like a tentative tap, the sort one might use to ring a bell, and then of course everything goes kafacta. The resounding sound is a mix between the noise a pile driver makes when it hits bedrock and the sound a boulder makes when water has seaped inside it just before the first frost and it’s split asunder. Also, they’re all in a big metal warehouse so there’s an aucustic echo factor that’s also not helpful. Dust billows about and the wall behind the pillar is buffeted by a hail of gravel chunks of various sizes (helpfully adding to the din) but all of the force seems to have been directional and controlled. Sure, the back of his wall has a few lumps in it and the paint’s seen better days, but all in all, once the dust clears and Slaine’s spell releases the large pile of debris is managed to catch, there’s no real harm done. There’s just a Leo, his mouth and noise buried in the crook of his elbow to act as respirator and his eyes covered with that face shield he put on first. His hat is layered in dust now, as is the clothing of his that’s not covered by the heavy apron, and he’s holding… well, he appears to be holding 3 inches of smoldering stick. Which begs the question… there the fuck did the hammer go?
Leo turns to grin at them, “You shoulda seen what happened when I tested out my first warhammer with that enchantment.” his smile falters, “I miss that APC.” he sighs heavily and then looks back to the debris. He tosses the bit of splintered hammer handle behind him and starts to dig into the mess of rocky bits, starting with the 2 feet of pillar that’s still more of less pillar shaped and now ends in the jagged remains of what used to be the ‘stone dick’.Aiden lowers his field, his compatriots probably none the wiser. It means he has to deal with the dust but hey, better then being stuck in a corner behind a field created by his mind, right?
The psychic coughs. Quite a bit. “So… that was… a thing. I take it that was the more or less expected result?”
Stella Bridger coughs also when the dust billows around them, then looks at Leo and the remains of the obelisk inredulously. “You had that thing brought here just to smash it?” She sounds, possibly a bit offended. She looks at the others questioningly. Did they know that Leo had this in mind?
“Uh …” Slaine shakes her head and lets her spell go, glancing at Aiden as she does. She might not have seen the field, but she suspects the soldier did something. “You …” she shakes her head again, looking back to Leo in bemusement.
“… you wanted to test an enchantment on that hammer? Looks like you’ve still got a bit of work to do. Unless, you want to destroy the tool when you use it.” Stella’s comment has her thinking a little “I think so, Bridge but that was secondary. He’s now got Shans build book.” Which is something she’s not overly happy about.
Leo makes a face at Slaine, “Test… no. The enchantment doesn’t really work, or actually it works waaaaaaaay to well. I did a test before, on a warhammer, there’s a whole geometric progression problem in the glyphmatic, anyway, it turned my APC into about a billon shreds of hurteling shrapnel… It also /MIGHT/ have blown up the thing thing holding the hammer into a red mist.” he looks somewhat sheepish, “Which is why I just put it on disposable hammers these days, makes long hours of chiseling away at something a two second job. Sadly, each one is a one off so…” he shrugs. Not the sort of thing that’s marketable, just a little toy of his.
He reaches out and sifts through a bit of the debris then finds what he’s looking for and lifts it from the jagged remains of the pillar’s base. It’s a ruby the size of a fist. He beams and pulls a jewelers eye from his pocket and pops it in, dusting the blood gem off on a sleeve before peering into it’s depths. “He was building a tap, a new tap, just cause the math on the tap was shit doesn’t mean he didn’t think it would work, and if you’re going to make a tap, you gotta put something in it to hold the power.” Techno-wizardry is big on gems for a reason after all. “Honestly I suspected he’d just have chinsed out with a geode or something, quartz maybe, work it as a prototype plan… must be nice to have Council funding for your tinkering. Has it’s perks.” he turns to look at the others, his one eye enlarged through the lense to just a big black spot, “I assume you guys were thinking along the same lines for your favors? Try to get everything you could from them without them knowing?”“Acutally I’m fairly sure they’re going to know exactly what I’m after… I’m just going to do my best not to give them a choice in the matter.” Because what Aiden needs most of all is for a place to be safe, or at least as safe as it ever can be for him. It won’t ever be that if he has to look over his shoulder for CS and Federation of Magic assassins every few seconds. It’s bad enough having a bounty on your head. Having a bounty on your head from //both// of the major powers in North America //should// be a death sentence. It may well end up being just that for him in the end.
But so far it hasn’t been. He’s still here. Still kicking.
Stella Bridger huffs, mostly to herself. She knows about the ‘favor’, but it’s magic … stuff, and she’s automatically distrustful. But worse, she has NO idea what to ask for. So, really, she’s about to the end of her tolerance for today and she’s ready to leave and head back to what’s familiar.
Giving Aiden a questioning look, Slaine lets out a soft sigh. “I’m not sure what I’m asking for, just yet. Gonna hold onto it. I’ve a feeling I’ll need it for something later.” Like getting assistance in removing the taint that has touched her. Time will tell.
There’s not much to say about the enchantment on the hammer. It’s really not a good business model and … dangerous. And that’s coming from the redhead with a penchant for trouble.
“What’s up, Bridge?” the redhead hears the huff and looks at the ‘driver’. She knows the woman isn’t comfortable around magic.
Leo nods at Aiden in something akin to understanding, “Fair enough.” he states without digging in. “You?” he says, eyeing Slaine in mock shock, an expression made more amussing by the ENLARGED eye peering at her through the ocular, “Need a favor to get out of trouble?! But you’re such a paragon of good judgement!”Aiden snorts and steps out of the way, back outside. He doesn’t really want to know what Leo is going to do with a ruby that large. Well okay, he does but he suspects he’ll hear about it. It’s a nice looking gem. Pristine. Well cut. It can probably hold a hell of a spell, or a set of smaller, related ones.
“Going to put that in, let me guess, a gun of some kind?” More like a canon, probably.
Bridge looks over at Slaine and shakes her head. “I need to get back to Dogwood. Have another job waiting.” It’s a pretty baldfaced lie, and she’s not even trying to be convincing about it. She moves to follow Aiden back outside, the ruby getting only a cursory glance. Gemstones like that are only a form of currency for her, they have no usefulness otherwise. She can’t eat it or use it directly to fuel her truck. And as far as weapons go, she’ll accept that it would make for some rather nice optics, but that’s not her speciaity. “Want me to bring you anything next time I come back through? Apples and pears should be pretty good this time of year.”
Slaine resists the urge to poke her tongue out at Leo, following Aiden. The snort she gives is anything but ladylike. “Better judgement ‘en you at any rate.” And really, in Vesper amongst her colleagues, the redhead might well be the lesser of evils.
“Are you gonna try to make the new tap, then?” she asks as eyes the ruby in Leo’s hand. “You heard what Aliana said happened Shan. His soul was sucked out and is missing… Reckon it had something to do with the taps. Just don’t what … yet.” she cautions as she chews her bottom lip in thought.
“Gran would appreciate a shipment of both, if you can, Bridge. She’ll have pie on the menu in a trice.”
Leo turns the ruby over in his hands and smiles the same sort of smile that makes all the hairs on whoever sees it do the wave, “Oh…” he says noncommitally, letting the word hang for a moment, “I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” which is somehow more disturbing then getting a straight answer. After seeing inside the warehouse/lab imagining the small nerd with anything capable of containing a taps power can’t be comforting. “Ooo! Apples! I’ll take a bushel of anything green, those red one can fuck right on off, and as long as you’re out there a barrel of legit cider wouldn’t go amiss either. Just lemme know what it’ll run me when you swing back.” because that’s what you need, a Leo getting tipsy on apple cider and contemplateing uses for a giant ruby.Aiden chuckles. “I’ll probaby be over at the Point, but if you swing by with food I’ll have a look.” He gives everyone a wave as he starts to head out. He has other people to look up before he takes a ferry back over to the demon infested mega city that everyone seems to like so much. “Take care folks.”
“Right.” Bridge nods to Aiden as he moves to depart, then looks at Slaine and Leo. She normally never bothers to transport produce — there are giant shipping firms whose sole purpose is to supply Vesper with much needed foodstuffs. But a bushel or four would be extremely simple to add in to her next run. “I should be back through next week. Will that be okay?” And she already knows exactly who to hit up for the cider.
Slaine just shakes her head at Leo. “Since when do you eat fruit?” she shoots at him, giving the ruby and the workshop one last look. “I promised Gran that I’d help with setup for the morning crowd, so I gotta step. Don’t go blowing up too many things, Leo.” Really, no one likes to upset Gran, least of all the half-pint redhead.
“That’ll be fine, just drop in and see Gran if I’m not here. Catch ya later, Bridge.” With a wave to the others, she heads out.
Leo shakes a finger at Slaine, “I love fruit! Fruit is awesome! It’s vegitables that are shiftly little fuckers and intent on ruining both your health and mental acuity. Fact. You heard it here first. But fruit’s cool. That’s why tomatoe sauce is awesome. It’s made of fruit.” he stops. Blinks. Then in a very serious tone informs everyone, “Tomatoes are fruit. That makes ketchup, jam.” then sages nods. With that nugget of wisdom dropped on them like a bomb, the gate to the lab begins to close with ominous heavy metalic clinks, clanks, and clunks, setteling with a hollow boom that sounds as if it had been locked by someone leaning a mountain against the inside of it.
Leo claims his favor from the Thirty and others help out retrieving the goods.
November 03, 2409
Bye The Buy - Vesper