Agathaumas didn't pretend to know wha the Ent had just said. "Not really, it seems... different from what i've seen before, it's better than the rest of the town." This Proffessor certainly had stronger lodgings than the other people of the town, but he was out so far from the Town itself? Was he trying to... protect the stitched up one?
He couldn't understand it, but at the same time, he knew it all too well. He was made intelligent, he didn't ask for it, and was thrust into the world of sentients, money and crime. This one was also constructed, made to be intelligent, but protected from the ires and hardships of the outside world. A comforting existence, if only his creators had been so... generous.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
This job is getting stranger and stranger. Maybe it is time to bail out. Orp Looks around for any open windows to jump out of as he ascend the staircase and tries to remember if the fall would be caught by something outside.
Although a constructed girl was interesting, very interesting.
"The stairs are only as long-winding as we need them to be. So if I want them to flat-stop here I only need them to. Small-constructed miss, I need the stairs to end now."
I doesn't work that way, sir. I realize you're probably...uncomfortable in a building made of stone, but this tower hasn't yet been fitted to accommodate our herborial guests. The Professor's last client was of sunflower descent. You may know her. She managed fine.
(Just waiting a few more posts. Will post tonight, internet is patchy.)
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Celephai was not happy about climbing so high. She figured the whole thing felt a lot like a trap: far away from anyone who would be suspicious, gathering a few strangers who didn't know each other and would likely not be missed, due to their involvement in dangerous work, and the use of bait that was quite faithful to the orchestrator of the elaborate plan. Thankfully, she was not isolated from the rest of the group, choosing to stay close behind the rest. If it were a trap, particularly against greater numbers, this 'professor' would have isolated them from each other... it would be much easier to deal with individuals than the entire group.
She continued following, stepping quickly past the ent to keep up with the rest. Celephai wasn't enjoying the stairs, either... she liked leaps and quick jumps. Those were easy. This long, winding staircase could exhaust her if it kept going like this.
Fores [M:5:25:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=476&page=1#17802]The Iron Jester
Agathaumas had to keep near the back, otherwise his tail would incapacitate anyone behind him. He would've preferred to be at the front, he wanted to know if the professor knew anything about forging intelligence. He felt strangely belonging and at peace, he had a feeling this Constructed Female had been through something similar to his ordeal. A fake existence, forged by someone in need of servants, a horrible way to live.
The cloaked female was right next to him, he felt uneasy around this strange creature. She had a presence which demanded fear. However, he couldn't let the unease sway his judgement, but he was suspicious, his quills raised fully. The red plumage as alarming and vibrant as a tropical bird and as fierce as an Eagle. But kept his face steady.
ST started walking again, his long legs passing the saurian and cloaked girl quickly.
"So this professor of yours moulds flesh?"
Ooc: sorry for not having ent adjectives but my mobile keeboaard sucks.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Good. She turns and opens the door, leading them inside.
Father, the help you wanted is here.
The room, if someone observant would notice, was much, much bigger than the outside geometry should have allowed. Easily three stories high, three walls of the eight-sided chamber were covered from top to bottom in books. In the middle of the room was the supports for a vast orrery, and along most of the other walls were workbenches piled high with alchemical devices and chalkboards covered in math.
Ah! Good girl! The Professor himself was standing on a platform two stories up, seemingly adjusting the orrery. His platform lowered to the ground, and he stepped out, arms spread wide.
Welcome! Welcome, all of you. My, what a bunch of... He seemed to struggle for a word.
People. Orp! My friend Orp, so good to see you!
He gave Orp a bear hug and smiled wide, holding his shoulders.
How is the wife? Suddenly there was look of realization.
Oh. Have we not met yet? I am sorry, time travel is messy sometimes. Ahhh...at the risk of paradoxes, remember this: the blue one. Francine, my PKE meter!
He was handed an orange blinking device and adjusted it for a moment.
I suppose you're wondering what it is I'm looking for.
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Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
He was bending space. That was old hat to Celephai, but to have a human capable of altering reality was somewhat surprising. Generally that kind of thing drew outside attention, though it wasn't often to a notable degree. Of course, now she was quite curious what this elderly scholar was after...
"...For now, we are."
She began to slowly stroll around the room, gently drifting from one foot to the next. The orrery in particular interested her: A representation of the worlds outside of their own. A few alchemical instruments may have reacted slightly to her presence.
"I can assume you will enlighten us to the specifics of the items you're going to request... mundane or otherwise?"
The air was different here. It felt vaguely familiar. Perhaps that explained her new-found talkativeness, or maybe she enjoyed seeing someone much closer to the edge of insanity than many others.