Mathius Kothinto wrote:
He brought her a mug of the in-house brew and set it in front of her. He cast a glance to the tech priest and he perked a brow. "Another technopath?"
"An antiquated term. I am partially adept in the Artificia Cybernetica branch of Cybertheurgic Arcana, but it is an ancient and esoteric art. My primary focus is overseeing a battle-congregation of Combat Servitors, Electro-Priests, and Cybernetica Battle Automata."
Lin Xueqing wrote:
"Sure, respect." The girl nodded. "By the way, nice to chat with ya! Name's Xueqing." She gave a friendly smile.
"I'm Theo Stark. I'm the son of Tony Stark."
"Your father must be a great person."
"Maybe he was. I never met him."
"Makes two of us." How the shirtless Mikazuki is still not effected by having the three wired connections in his back thanks to the Alaya-Vijnana—yes, obviously, he's used to it, but still.
“Thank you,” Esme said, accepting the beer from Mathius. She took a few sips of it. “Oh, this is fantastic. Much better than taking another intoxicant cartridge, I hate to admit it.”
Esme produced her spare key to offer to Harkoth. “Is that all? Go for it. Anything you need, sir.” She paused. Between the modulated voice and a body that was mostly machine, she hoped that sir was accurate here. She made a mental note that if she was ever that heavily augmented, she would want the design to still read as female to onlookers. “You’ve… clearly spent more time in a cybernetics lab than me. That’s some elegant work, there.” It made her a little jealous. The envy might’ve even slipped through her monotone mask a little bit.
"Your son stopped you for a good reason, 'cuz it's not like something that isn't tested before put into use will have a great chance of working right..." She looked aside, "You really should try it on something first. Me? Sure, I can handle the situation when things go wrong, but still."
She looked a little deflated as she responded to Xueqing. “Gods, you sound just like my son. “What if went wrong and you died?” Yeah, and what if it went right and I never ever died from heart issues?” She sighed. “But I’ll test it first, if you and John both insist. You seem like a smart kid. So’s he. I might just be the crazy one here.”
Esme produced her spare key to offer to Harkoth. “Is that all? Go for it. Anything you need, sir.” She paused. Between the modulated voice and a body that was mostly machine, she hoped that sir was accurate here. She made a mental note that if she was ever that heavily augmented, she would want the design to still read as female to onlookers. “You’ve… clearly spent more time in a cybernetics lab than me. That’s some elegant work, there.” It made her a little jealous. The envy might’ve even slipped through her monotone mask a little bit.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
"Your son stopped you for a good reason, 'cuz it's not like something that isn't tested before put into use will have a great chance of working right..." She looked aside, "You really should try it on something first. Me? Sure, I can handle the situation when things go wrong, but still."
She looked a little deflated as she responded to Xueqing. “Gods, you sound just like my son. “What if went wrong and you died?” Yeah, and what if it went right and I never ever died from heart issues?” She sighed. “But I’ll test it first, if you and John both insist. You seem like a smart kid. So’s he. I might just be the crazy one here.”
"You could have me as your subject, frankly. I can deal with the risk." She looked aside.
She shook her head aggressively. “No, no, you were right the first time. Let me pop the thing in a scamp or something first. Nobody would miss a scamp if it didn’t work. But somebody might miss you.” This was about as close as Esme could get to thoughtfulness. She was trying.
She turned back at the mechanist, a bit unnatural. "Well, maybe don't use it on yet another kid. You could try your hand on those who are worth being tortured as a lab rat."
"I've met plenty of them..."
"I've met plenty of them..."
“No, not a scamp as in a child. I’m not some sort of torturer.” She bit back a laugh. She got that one a lot, too. As if trying to enhance herself with technology made Esme some sort of sadistic maniac. “Scamps are these awful creatures we have back home. Short little guys, about waist height on me. They’ve a horrific laugh and jagged little claws.”
Esme took a sip of her beer and thought a bit more about Xueqing’s comment. “You mean to say you’ve got enemies, kid?”
Esme took a sip of her beer and thought a bit more about Xueqing’s comment. “You mean to say you’ve got enemies, kid?”
"Oh, scamps as that?" Xueqing was curious about it. "Never have seen them, maybe next time bring a sample?"
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
Esmeralda Sidonia wrote:
Esme produced her spare key to offer to Harkoth. “Is that all? Go for it. Anything you need, sir.” She paused. Between the modulated voice and a body that was mostly machine, she hoped that sir was accurate here. She made a mental note that if she was ever that heavily augmented, she would want the design to still read as female to onlookers. “You’ve… clearly spent more time in a cybernetics lab than me. That’s some elegant work, there.” It made her a little jealous. The envy might’ve even slipped through her monotone mask a little bit.
"Cooperation acknowledged. I also admittedly feel something comparable to pride in your compliment of my appearance. It is all in the name of achieving purity of mind and becoming one with the blessed machine, free of the decaying prison of flesh we are forced into during life."
Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
He brought her a mug of the in-house brew and set it in front of her. He cast a glance to the tech priest and he perked a brow. "Another technopath?"
"An antiquated term. I am partially adept in the Artificia Cybernetica branch of Cybertheurgic Arcana, but it is an ancient and esoteric art. My primary focus is overseeing a battle-congregation of Combat Servitors, Electro-Priests, and Cybernetica Battle Automata."
"You probably know Captain Donatos Aphael and Captain Vitrian Messinius. Captain Messinius is in a different part of the universe currently, and Captain Donatos Aphael is on his way witg the Blood Angels to be a support element. I have an ancient codex back in my library. I'll have my lover bring it to you"
"I am aware of the presence of Astartes within this sector. Should they find anything that requires my attention, I expect to be informed."
Lin Xueqing wrote:
"Oh, scamps as that?" Xueqing was curious about it. "Never have seen them, maybe next time bring a sample?"
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
He remained close to the boy wagging his tail.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
"Oh, scamps as that?" Xueqing was curious about it. "Never have seen them, maybe next time bring a sample?"
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
"And about enemies? Yes, a lot." The girl frowned, "Precisely saying, my brother and I have a whole ass organization after us. Well, not so actively after us now, but I can still see their activity around me. They probably are scheming something big." She sighed heavily after that, and continued, "If you're wondering why they're after us, we are two of the survivors of a massacre where our parents and most friends died. That was when I was nine."
Esme pondered this. “You have no parents? My… condolences.” She had no advice to offer on either of these matters and merely placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder in an attempt to be comforting and motherly. Despite being a parent, she felt woefully underqualified for this.
Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
"Cooperation acknowledged. I also admittedly feel something comparable to pride in your compliment of my appearance. It is all in the name of achieving purity of mind and becoming one with the blessed machine, free of the decaying prison of flesh we are forced into during life."
“Oh, finally, you get it. Someone gets it! People are so attached to their flesh suits. It’s always “nooo, don’t amputate that leg that’s causing you horrific pain”.” She rolled her good eye. “Just one little incident during the war left most of the right side of my flesh suit out of commission. It’s so fragile, so… inferior. I see no reason to not rid myself of it as soon as possible.”
"You would be an invaluable asset to my congregation. I will do what I can to ensure that you will become a Tech-Acolytum under my instruction."
“That’s very kind of you to say,” Esme said, “I… I think? Is that what you are, a Tech-Priest?”
She studied him further. Certainly robes would suggest priest. Either that or wizard, and she wasn’t awfully fond of wizards after so many years with her ex-husband. Truthfully, she hadn’t paid much attention to Harkoth’s attire until now; she was much more interested in his cybernetics.
She studied him further. Certainly robes would suggest priest. Either that or wizard, and she wasn’t awfully fond of wizards after so many years with her ex-husband. Truthfully, she hadn’t paid much attention to Harkoth’s attire until now; she was much more interested in his cybernetics.
Harkoth nods. "That is correct. I am a Magos, a higher ranking role within the hierarchy of the Cult Mechanicus priesthood. I also retain the title of Dominus, to indicate that my usual role is one related to command of battle-congregations and the welfare of Cybernetica Battle-Automata. Under my tutelage, you would effectively be an apprentice to me, with the goal being for you to become ordained as a Tech-Priest as well."
Esme took another sip of her beer as she listened. “I see. Well, I can’t turn down such an enticing offer,” she said, in her usual monotone that made her sound anything but excited. Emoting was a losing battle. “Would be nice to learn from someone who knows what they’re doing. I admit, most of my work thus far has been throwing shit at a wall until it sticks. Metaphorically, I mean. Took me four years and twenty-three prototypes before I finally had the prosthetic eye working.”
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