ZweiHawke
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"... I accept."
"If I know these brutish morons, they're not just after anything. If you look back in the ship they stole anything even remotely related to key management. Anything related to my systems was stolen from the vessel. Not food, not Arcadian artifacts, nothing of value to you. That ship of mine not only contains all the keys and tools I had from my lab, but also fragments the last project I had ever built. It's a cornerstone to their efforts, and would allow them to attain the power they had saw in these... Imprints, as you say." Romulus looked to Keith, his body still lying close to the floor. "And as for the aspect of the keys... If you wonder why I need to keep an eye on Reman, just ask the figurehead of their cult who's being stabilized within him. He won't go away until the Mechanic does, and until we can either separate the two of them, or keep Reman using a regulator to slow his growth, You'll have to let me know how that turns out if I'm not there to hold up my end of the deal."
Romulus shifted his center of mass in his chair as to push himself upright. The most he was able to manage was a near 40 degree angle before the chair slammed with a thud back onto the cold, icy grass. "And since the alchemist has volunteered himself, you can leave the Echyllis transfer to me. If you want me to babysit the mechanic, then that's what I'll do."
"Also, Fix my mistakes?" Romulus let out an even heartier laugh than before, straight from the gut. "I've never been able to, what makes you think you've got a chance at defeating Urane? Sheer Hubris? If he gets even an inch on anything you've ever made, you will watch it crumble to dust. Mark my words."
Reman, dazed and confused just sat in his chair, not knowing what to make of what even went down before him. The cold, noisy air had only made the feeling worse on his parasitic growth, but he braced for whatever came next. If it would help him cure the mutation, then he was all for it. No matter how conflicting his interests were toward the process as a whole. As for the bracer, he knew now why he couldn't take it off before. It was restraining him, like a collar on a caged beast. In his mind, he really was an animal.
"If I know these brutish morons, they're not just after anything. If you look back in the ship they stole anything even remotely related to key management. Anything related to my systems was stolen from the vessel. Not food, not Arcadian artifacts, nothing of value to you. That ship of mine not only contains all the keys and tools I had from my lab, but also fragments the last project I had ever built. It's a cornerstone to their efforts, and would allow them to attain the power they had saw in these... Imprints, as you say." Romulus looked to Keith, his body still lying close to the floor. "And as for the aspect of the keys... If you wonder why I need to keep an eye on Reman, just ask the figurehead of their cult who's being stabilized within him. He won't go away until the Mechanic does, and until we can either separate the two of them, or keep Reman using a regulator to slow his growth, You'll have to let me know how that turns out if I'm not there to hold up my end of the deal."
Romulus shifted his center of mass in his chair as to push himself upright. The most he was able to manage was a near 40 degree angle before the chair slammed with a thud back onto the cold, icy grass. "And since the alchemist has volunteered himself, you can leave the Echyllis transfer to me. If you want me to babysit the mechanic, then that's what I'll do."
"Also, Fix my mistakes?" Romulus let out an even heartier laugh than before, straight from the gut. "I've never been able to, what makes you think you've got a chance at defeating Urane? Sheer Hubris? If he gets even an inch on anything you've ever made, you will watch it crumble to dust. Mark my words."
Reman, dazed and confused just sat in his chair, not knowing what to make of what even went down before him. The cold, noisy air had only made the feeling worse on his parasitic growth, but he braced for whatever came next. If it would help him cure the mutation, then he was all for it. No matter how conflicting his interests were toward the process as a whole. As for the bracer, he knew now why he couldn't take it off before. It was restraining him, like a collar on a caged beast. In his mind, he really was an animal.