Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
OPEN TO General Winters Amon sighed. The string of funerals was slowing down, and thanks to the war, he wasn't getting many customers. At least it gave him some time to himself to pour over his own projects.
At that moment, he was reviewing over the data he recorded during the Battle of Castamere. The technology! The wonders! Just thinking of what could be made and improved upon helped to keep his darker thoughts at bay.
From the videos and from his own brief glances, he noted seeing several soldiers with various prosthetics. As much as he would love to delve into that more, there was little he could obtain or even use from the few glimpses that he got.
If only he could study such technology up close...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Jan 19, 2016 2:52:56 GMT
If gods existed, perhaps one had heard Amon's wish and sent him his opportunity. Before his shop a car from the EIRAL services parked, and a man stepped out before moving to the backseat where he then held the door open for whoever had been inside. A moment later, heeled boots appeared followed by a pointed scepter. The boots led to a rather average in height woman who adorned a militaristic trench coat that no other EIRAL members wore but wore the logo nonetheless and upon her head a general's hat. By the presence of the metal on her face it was apparent who she was as she stood eyeing the store up and down. "Wait here," she commanded the man who stood attention as she sauntered into the toy store.
Her initial impression of the place was less than thrilled as she wondered if she had been duped. A toy store? How quaint. However, she was not stupid enough to forget that nothing was ever what it seemed. With every click of her heels there was a thud of her scepter as she strode to the center of the store. "I am looking for Amon," she announced loudly (in case the man was in the back.)
Amon paused, rolling his eye. "Well somebody knows how to make an entrance," he muttered to himself as he got up from the workbench and made his way from the back room to the store front. Sure enough, standing in the middle as if she owned the place was General Winters. From what he heard, she defected from Sveden, bringing knowledge of the country's technology with her, and from what glimpses he saw of her at Castamere, held such a commanding presence that she made EIRAL seem more than competent for once.
That being said, even with her knowledge of the enemy, Amon still kept his guard up: she was still EIRAL, and more than that, a Sveden deserter. If that didn't make him immediately suspicious, nothing would.
"Can I help you?" he asked nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Jan 21, 2016 2:22:29 GMT
When Amon emerged he would find her peering about with her hands clasped on top of one another over the head of her scepter. Upon hearing him approach, she turned her steely gaze on him. "Good evening. I imagine you know who I am and if you do not then I will not bother with introductions. I have heard of you and that is all that matters." She hated introductions. "According to some of my engineers, you are the next man to see as I do not wish to divide their attention from more pressing matters such as the current war," continued Winters as she lifted a gloved hand from the scepter to wave about in a matter of factual gesture. "During that pathetic excuse for theBattle of Castamere my eye has suffered damage. I want you to repair it. Take any knowledge you can for how the eye is constructed and do whatever it is you want with that information--but only if you share it with not only us in EIRAL but with those of the general public capable of transplanting as well. Progress makes civilizations strive. Are you capable of doing this or is my time wasted seeking you?" She eyed him up and down as she spoke. He certainly was the one they had described to her. A man with a missing eye. Perhaps her engineers could have easily solved the eye and perhaps she could have taken it apart herself but time was not something easily wasted nor could they afford distractions. She had other reasons for choosing Amon as well because a man who could potentially be granted the gift of sight through his eye once more would appreciate the marvel far more than those who could not understand the pains they both endured.
"She sure doesn't waste any time..." Amon thought, keeping his composure while he mentally rolled his eye. Truthfully, he didn't care, and was about to tune her out when she requested him to not only repair her eye, but also share the knowledge with everyone, not just EIRAL.
Amon blinked. "...Seriously?" he thought. It just felt somewhat odd...he expected her to keep the tech all to EIRAL. He almost smiled; he still couldn't trust her completely, but it was refreshing for a change. As for her request...
"Well..." he said with a sigh, collecting his thoughts. "Can I repair your eye? Most likely yes, especially if its structure is anything like a clockwork doll eye. As for sharing the knowledge...that's going to take some time to be honest. Making the prosthetic isn't the hard part," he explained, taking a moment to raise his mechanical arm and point to where the connection between his body and the machine was located. "It's connecting the machine correctly to the human. Even my own connections are not perfect; it's taken a couple of years to make this thing stop twitching at certain situations, but it will still go immobile under the right circumstances."
"So, long story short, yes, I can fix your eye. However, if I can't glean enough information from it alone, I request that I study the prosthetic housing on you in more detail," he said, narrowing his own eye.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Jan 24, 2016 6:34:33 GMT
"I do not think the structure is entirely based on clockwork but enough of it should be familiar that you, who I understand excels in clockwork, should have no issue in deciphering the complexity of its design." Winters had stated her words slowly as if expressing caution then paused at the request of the housing terminal in which her eye socket was held could be studied. A considerably masculine tick of her jaw could be caught as she clenched her teeth but otherwise her facial expression changed very little. Had she thought it would come to anything different? No. The woman had enough sense to know that even before she stepped into the shop it would have to be done, but that did little to ease her mind. If this man proved to be an enemy of both herself and EIRAL it would give him the easiest of opportunities to simply kill her by having so many nerves exposed.
"You may study the housing terminal but you may not remove it. That is as much as I can do for you." Even if she wanted to remove the metal plating she could not--at least not without a highly esteemed doctor present. Without the plates, her facial structure on the left side of her face would no longer be and then everything held up by them would fall apart once more. A truly poor design but one necessary for her to live when despite all the odds she should have been dead. "When can we begin?"
Amon quietly studied Winters' reaction, letting out a laugh at when she wouldn't allow him to remove the housing. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not that stupid," he said with a chuckle. "If I can't even fix my own issues, then there is no way I could fix yours if I took your housings off, so as much as I would love to see exactly how it works, it's just not possible at this time."
Although she was most likely going to be annoying to work with, he had a funny feeling he was going to like this new partnership.
"As for when to start, whenever you're ready I guess," he continued, calming down. "Mind you, studying and fixing your eye is gonna take some time, so I hope you don't mind going blind in that eye for a period of time..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Jan 26, 2016 7:19:14 GMT
"I am quite elated that you are not," retorted the woman in regards to Amon not being that stupid though she had assumed he would know as much given his own prosthetic. "Eager to work. I admire that. I had imagined that time would be required and as such I am ready whenever you may be. The eye does not function as is so I have no choice in the matter of blindness," she continued matter of factually as she reached her left hand up toward her face to pull at the metal plates. Each piece came away easy enough until the eye socket was emptied. "Here," strolling toward the counter she set the eye and plating down then pushed her red locks of hair from her face so Amon would be able to see the full extend of the metal that substituted her facial structure. "The plates extend over my ear. They allow me to hear from that ear but that is hardly a marvel compared to the eye. I would like you to take a look at that as well if you may." Oddly enough, her tone had become rather pleasant since the removal of the eye.
Amon started to smile at Winters' explanations, but that smile slowly went away as she started to remove the plates.
"Uh...are these supposed to be easy to remove like that...?" Amon asked, picking up piece to observe it, before setting it down in favor of the eye. "You'd think that something this precious would be more...protected and more difficult to remove..."
Upon hearing further explanations, and observing what was left of Winters' face, he grew a little more concerned. "...Are you sure you won't be missing these...? Granted, I greatly appreciate that you're allowing me to study your parts, but will that," he gestured at what remained of her face, "be enough support and structure (no offense)?"
As much as he still distrusted her, she was already a genuinely more agreeable person that the other EIRAL members, and she allowed him to take a look at her more advanced tech, something he was not quite ready to lose so soon...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Feb 6, 2016 2:42:39 GMT
"Of course not." Her tone had not been unkind but a simple statement instead. "Back in Castamere it suffered direct damage and most of the metal or parts have either been bent or crumpled. I was lucky enough to get one of the smiths to work out some of the kinks--but this is precisely why I need you, Amon." It donned on her then where she had seen this man. He had been in charge of the steam robot that had aided her onto the train. Luckily, the damage to her leg had been an easy fix, and never once had she blamed it upon this man's aim. "When the eye took damage, I am certain some small pieces may have fallen out. I do not know this kind of tech well enough nor do I have the time to figure it out. My engineers do not either--but I am certain you know that, given the state of the war. Undoubtedly there will be trial and error but between the both of us I am sure it will work out. As for what I can tell you aside from the missing parts and physical damage of the plates, I believe the eye itself may have damage to the sensors and photo receptors."
Upon the second question imposed, she lifted her single remaining brow and eyed Amon. There was a considerable dent in her face from where her housing terminal sat. From the eye socket that housed the optic lens to the crater left behind her collapsed cheek bone and jaw she looked like something described in a horror novella. What remained behind were metal plates covering vital nerves, bone, and vessels making her at least whole enough save for the space of the parts she removed. "No. My discomfort is worth little compared to what good this will do the people of your country. When this war is done I am certain you and I will not be the only two needing an eye or ear," came her reply as she shifted her scepter in her hand to grab and lift her hat then run her metal fingers through her hair in order to draw the blood red locks over the ruined half of her face. "I assume you would prefer to look at those pieces first before inspecting the terminal itself, yes? To familiarize yourself? I am more than willing to return several times throughout the week so you may get this work done," she finished by placing her hat back on her head.
"...Yeah, no offense, but seeing that hole in your face is not the most comforting thing to see..." Amon responded, grabbing a notepad and measuring tape.
"If you don't mind, I'll take some measurements right now; this should not only help me get an idea of the size of your tech, but if you come back tomorrow, I'll have something to act as placeholder and add structure to your face. By then, I should have a better understanding of how your eye functions and can better study the terminal in greater detail. Sound good?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Feb 7, 2016 2:51:52 GMT
Again there was a quirk of her brow but she did not dispute his words. He was not the first to show discomfort in her appearance. With his intentions presented, she mulled over the words before giving a nod. "A reasonable construction of plan," she replied as she swept her hair from her face to reveal the cavity once more. "Measurements and then tomorrow I shall return and we may begin our real work."
With a nod, Amon began making the measurements, carefully making a preliminary study of metal housing. "Wonder what's her story..." he thought as he jotted down some notes. He knew better than to ask though; sans one person, he never told anyone else how he got his own prosthetics, why should he ask someone else how they got theirs?
"Alright, that should be it," he said, writing done the last of his notes. "Like I said, it should help give your face support and structure whenever you need to have your eye and plates repaired; hopefully you won't need to use it often," he continued with a small smile.
"Well, unless you need anything else, that's all from me. I'll be seeing you tomorrow?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by General Winters on Feb 16, 2016 0:58:52 GMT
Winters peered over the paper work curiously while Amon scribbled away. "Thank you," she stated with a curt nod of her head. The tone in her voice was perhaps as genuine as one would ever hear from the woman. "I appreciate the sentiment. No, I think for now that is all. I shall be back in the morning and look forward to our collaborations, mister Amon." With a dip of her head, she turned to leave but paused at the door. "Oh, yes, and good work back at Castamere. The death toll would have been greater without yours and co's efforts." Those were her last words before vacating the store. True to her word, she'd return in the morning the next day painfully early.
Amon raised a hand in farewell before gathering up the eye and plates General Winters left behind. She was...not what he expected; though outwardly rough, he got the feeling that she was kind and more logical, wishing to share information for the benefit of the many. Plus, she recognized his contributions. It almost made him guilty at the thought spying on her.
Almost.
Upon entering the back room, Abby and Abe turned to look at him.
"Well well well..." Abe remarked.
"That's a nasty smile you have," Abby noted.
"Oh, you have no idea," Amon replied, an almost evil glint in his eye, accompanying a devious smile.
This was going to be fun~
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
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