You're immediately full of trust, loyalty and protectiveness, the desire to fight for and fight beside. Comradeship on an unavoidable, core level, a weary confidence to it - just simple acknowledgement that this is how it is. There is desperation in there, the sense that the stakes are high. Fear and tension and weakness, a gut-wrenching but determined acknowledgement - I can't afford to lose this. A relinquishment of choice - and it's a relief to give that choice away, to lay it here, because that way confidence and purpose can be poured right here, shared on this ground.
then leans his arm carefully on the roots and rests his forehead in the crook of his elbow. takes a couple of seconds to shake a little. that's a lot of feelings, Guy Cecil.*
Fetch is in the center, right next to Mithos. It's some kind of derpy looking round power converter made of simple material, iron and wood, with a giant grated maw. It's rigged up to a pair of giant, metal wings, silver-tipped and sharp. And the wingspan is wide. Though not the biggest machine there, it certainly takes up most of the ceiling with spread alone. Though rigged to the power converter, there is space for a human's arms to slip into the wings.
*picks it up! scribbles on the two topmost sheets:
SHEET ONE:
'we love you, you moron'
SHEET TWO:
'Once there were a bunch of people in a story, but the story had knotted itself up so nothing went straight. So they started trying to fix things up themselves so the rules wouldn't mess them up any more, and said, if stories can't tell themselves straight, why are we following a story?
So they forged a sword and cut the knot.
That didn't bring things back to the way they were, before everything tied itself up, because you don't just erase what's already been written. Things had happened, some bad and some good, and there's no getting around that. But the people moved on past that, into the new story, and it was about writing things yourself.'
The paper goes into the hearth and it roars to life immediately with a brightly glowing orange warmth.
Immediately you're full of a swell of loyalty, that unavoidable, unshakable comradeship - this is someone who's leaving a permanent mark. There's magnetism, attraction. There is awe, envy, and such respect for a strength here that it's almost overwhelming for a moment, almost something to scrabble against and fight. But it gives way to allegiance, and relinquishment of choice and the relief that follows that. There is fierce protectiveness and the knowledge that your back is guarded, that you'll always be sought after no matter what you do. And there is strong hope, though it feels baseless, but it's helplessly there nonetheless.
The hearth glows again, searingly so, the whole of it gaining an incandescent glow. Aside from a fresh wellspring of the feelings from before - with perhaps some stern worry, hesitation, built in - The wings spread and flap their full span, and not only does Mithos' tree come completely alive again, but every machine in the room stirrs a bit to life before settling down.
*tilts his head up . . . addressing the space in general. more earnest than ever, the smile still there but mostly gone to his eyes.*
We can do it, you know, Spark. The monster of your world doesn't have to be the monster of others. What you know about one, that's just gonna help beat the rest down.
*crosses back to his machine; does 'alive again' mean the broken part was restored?*
You can probably guess the other machines in the center, really... It looks restored, yes. It would seem Fetch rerouted enough power to Mithos to take care of that.
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Final structure and purpose as printed.
Core function as a stabilizer. Structure took place on its own - accepting form as inspired.
Rerouts power to "Sterling" on command. Capable of rerouting power anywhere in the facility. Capable of drawing power from the entire facility.
To be very carefully repaired and maintained.
This is a permanent installation.
Wired to work simultaneously with Fetch.
There's another blueprint here, an overlay, of Vandesdelca, with an X through it.
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goes to gather the fallen branches up in a neat pile at least*
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There's a panel at the roots with some buttons.
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i hope they're labeled*
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but the blueprints had buttons on them
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Other labels: Rerouting arrow buttons, default set to > Sterling
programmed options added: > Onyx
Another button is simply labeled "Grow"
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then leans his arm carefully on the roots and rests his forehead in the crook of his elbow. takes a couple of seconds to shake a little. that's a lot of feelings, Guy Cecil.*
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all right. takes a deep breath and moves away from the tree for now; looking for Lloyd's machine. eyes a little wet maybe.*
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I think I get it . . .
*where's the buttons on this one -- and does it have blueprints?*
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Fetch / Lloyd
Final structure and purpose as printed.
Core function as a power converter and propeller. Can fly on its own or grant flight to others.
Rerouts power to "Sterling" on command. Capable of rerouting power anywhere in the facility. Capable of drawing power from the entire facility.
Contains self-repair and self-maintenance - if mechanism is ever broken, all personnel at hand will respond immediately.
This is a permanent installation.
Wired to work simultaneously with Mithos.
Instructions are written regarding powering the thing on:
"Insert variable into grate
Fetch converts into variable power"
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what counts as a variable here WHAT IS SAFE TO PUT IN LLOYD*
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SHEET ONE:
'we love you, you moron'
SHEET TWO:
'Once there were a bunch of people in a story, but the story had knotted itself up so nothing went straight. So they started trying to fix things up themselves so the rules wouldn't mess them up any more, and said, if stories can't tell themselves straight, why are we following a story?
So they forged a sword and cut the knot.
That didn't bring things back to the way they were, before everything tied itself up, because you don't just erase what's already been written. Things had happened, some bad and some good, and there's no getting around that. But the people moved on past that, into the new story, and it was about writing things yourself.'
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puts the 'we love you sheet' in as a tester*
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Immediately you're full of a swell of loyalty, that unavoidable, unshakable comradeship - this is someone who's leaving a permanent mark. There's magnetism, attraction. There is awe, envy, and such respect for a strength here that it's almost overwhelming for a moment, almost something to scrabble against and fight. But it gives way to allegiance, and relinquishment of choice and the relief that follows that. There is fierce protectiveness and the knowledge that your back is guarded, that you'll always be sought after no matter what you do. And there is strong hope, though it feels baseless, but it's helplessly there nonetheless.
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feeds the second sheet in, once the intensity of that's a little more under control.*
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We can do it, you know, Spark. The monster of your world doesn't have to be the monster of others. What you know about one, that's just gonna help beat the rest down.
*crosses back to his machine; does 'alive again' mean the broken part was restored?*
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