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War Tools Personae

Post by Drustan on Wed Dec 10, 2014 4:53 am

A steaming mass of muscle stood amidst of sea of smoldering debris and flames, knee deep in a wealth of protruding heaps of twisted metal.  He was enclosed within a room—a massive room longer and wider than tall, but sufficient to roof the murderous automatons of the cosmic android’s creation and the brooding, hybrid pugilist that stood amidst at the center of the wreckage.   The room was painted in the fiery color of the flames—angry pyres eating away at their super-efficient fuel source.  Those same flames were reflected in the crimson irises of the man who had started them.  All seemed to take on the hot properties of the fires started at the conclusion of what had been a rather epic and one-sided battle, but little challenged the golden shine of the translucent gauntlet hugging Drustan’s large hand and thick forearm.  The gauntleted hand was risen to bring the glowing piece of equipment closer to the Primoris’ face, and examined thereafter with a surgeon’s indifferent scrutiny.  He visualized himself wielding the weaponized armoring in future battles against fleshier opponents, and for a moment was lost in a fantasy.

The smoke of the battered battle machines dancing towards the ceiling filtered into large vents that quickly pulled smoke from the room; in nearly the same breath, additional portal opened in the roof to dispense a cooling fog—it was chilly and nearly as difficult to see through as the black smoke, but as of then far more welcomed to the Primoris’ nostrils as he broke from his reverie and turned his head to look towards a wall where, through its reflective service, he knew the Mad Scientiest watched, and suspected she was savoring the unveiled fruits of her labor.  With a thought, the glowing gauntlet began to dull, and soon it appeared as a mercurial, mechanical glove with a questionable hardness as it began to drip from his arm and take places at his shins, hips, shoulders, and forearms.  Vambraces, shin guards, basic looking pauldrons, and nonthreatening metal flaps at his hips that in combination with his Celesin combat vest and cloak would provide ample and useful protection despite the naturally ample resilience of his body.   Just as well, Tristam (a name now decidedly a less formal eponym of the somewhat more draconian ‘Drustan’) didn’t imagine that anyone would presume his armor had been weaponized to the degree that it had—certainly no more than the man that originally occupied the Ignis position, but unquestionably different.

As the radiating metals cooled and the smoke ventilation system finished its work, other mechanisms came into place to correctly the unsightly image of the scrap-metal graveyard.  Drustan was sufficiently occupied thinking about the applications of the weapon at his disposal—ruminating like an angry old man over a frustrating piece of literature.  He searched for words to describe his satisfaction.  The feel of the weapon—its potential and all the trappings seemed otherworldly—appropriate for the limitless genius that had manufactured it.  Though that intellect was understood to be artificial, it was nevertheless one of Celesin’s most powerful assets, and Drustan put it to work with inspiring results.  Eventually he began to move towards the large mirror and where he remembered an entrance to be, debating how long he’d have the patience to wait if one didn’t appear for him and how easily he could smash through a wall with the tool currently in his possession.  “It’ll need a name,” he said to the dwarf King with the presumption that she’d heard him behind her wall.
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Post by Konstantine on Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:53 pm

Konstantine grinned from ear to ear; mad with joy at the display of violence. Boom, bang, pow, rat-tat-tat and many of her other favorite tunes while she'd sent out drone after drone into the scrimmage room for Drustan to dismantle with ease. small hands clapping; she watched the entire display in her observatory; cream filling from some horribly sugary pastry clinging to her bottom lip until she remembered to lick it away a full five minutes after consuming the damned thing.

A flick of her hand and two diamond shaped halves of the mirror peeled away;creating a perfect doorway for the much taller man to shuffle past and into the mentioned observatory. By now her very satisfied customer had figured out that Konstantine's Geofront was really more like an underground maze. There was so much more to it than the enormous round chamber where the near completed warships Nona, Morta and Decima were receiving their finishing touches. Pun intended; she'd really carved out a rather complex and sprawling laboratory for herself.

"That was somethin' else, yes it was! Didn't make it look nearly that pretty when I- agh" she startled and immediately seized one of her bare feet here her horsing around with excitement had resulted, again, in a rock shard getting buried halfway into the little King's heel. She yanked it out with a grimace. The debris was flicked aside and she promised herself again that she'd get Sanjit's help cleaning the place up once and for all. Post construction rock bits could find another place to hang that wasn't her delicate flesh. "-When I tested it. I'm really liking Mark II. Mark I was....decidedly less stable."

"As for namin' it, oh man that's like...namin' someone else's ship or somethin'. You ought to name it! An' I gotta wonder what all the Ignis are gonna think when they see it. Talk about moral! I-...sorry" She was trying to keep in mind that Tristam, ne, Drustan was a man of few words who tended to cool and give her funny looks whenever she started in on one of her tangents. The poor girl didnt get out much. And, to be frank, the Primoris Ignis was probably the closest she had to a friend at the moment. Not that Konstantine imagined she'd actually gotten to know the slightest detail about him or his personal life and preferences but...she could dream. Normalcy, friends to talk about things that weren't weapons of mass destruction. And sometimes he was nice to her!

It took the King a moment to realize she'd zoned out on the man. "Oh-...names. Names. I'm pretty weird with names. But you knew that!" she'd say; smiling as if she meant to show him every tooth rooted in her head. Knowing she was being awkward again she'd worm around the man's bulk and into the room where her own somewhat similarly imbedded accoutrement, Trekka, shifted from thick black bangles to inken gloves that left both hand's index and middle fingers clear save for bright plasma lights at their tip pads. As if conducting an orchestra she gestured and all of the smoldering, now even somewhat frosty ruins of metal slammed together at the center of the room some ten feet from the floor and hovered until, noisily, she'd gathered it all. A clap smashed it into a hot, perfect disk that she beckoned with her finger until she could send it away to cool against the far wall.

"Reduce, reuse, recycle..." she mumbled; an old ear worm from another dimension, world and maybe even time that these people no doubt hadn't the faintest clue existed. "Well...d'you feel comfortable enough taking it with you or d'you want me to run more tests?" At no point did she regret putting that much power into someone's hands. Perhaps naively she assumed Tristam wouldn't be using it any time soon to commit genocide.
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Post by Drustan on Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:20 am

The Primoris’ crimson eyed scrutiny settled on the bite-sized King; and, after stepping into the observatory, moved stood before her, only to regard her with what he considered a respectful mien.  “You did well,” he complimented, finding some way to make even praise seem lackluster.  Despite his flat affect, he was truly impressed with the King’s work.  From the size of her subterranean-laboratory to the grandiose scale of her ship building, the little genius King was in many ways unbelievably gifted.  Even with all that rested heavily on her plate, she carried herself with no less enthusiasm, and found time to complete Drustan’s order.  Conscripting her to work on a weapon for him was a decision the Primoris had approached with hesitation; concerned firstly that she might not have the time, and secondly that she might not be interested.  In the end, asking Konstantine for her assistance had proved exceptionally gainful, and the Primoris had no regrets.

“The second model,” he began again after finding a chair and taking a seat, ”is more stable, but it consumes a great deal of power.  Either my body will need to adept to the new strain, or this will have to be adjusted in version three.”  His arms lifted, and fingers began to unclasp the buckles of his combat vest.  The heavy plated armoring was lifted overhead and dropped at the Primoris’ feet with a heavy thud.  The Primoris’ lips began to part to continue spilling his sparse thoughts, but somewhat unexpectedly the King began upon one of her diatribes to which the Primoris actually listened.  He had spent a decade listening under Caden and others, and so it was hardly difficult to continue the behavior now.

Konstantine, however, stopped herself seemingly in remembrance of the Primoris’ preference for short conversations.  Her apology was appreciated, but unnecessary as far as he was concerned, and his expression remained hard despite it.  ”You’ve no need to apologize,” he offered in the same flat tone as he reached beside himself for a towel to wipe sweat from his bare chest, ”your thoughts are valuable, and you are not wrong.  Your work is of great value, and will be a boon to Celesin’s overall military might as well as my units efficiency.  For that, you’re services are greatly appreciated.  Concern yourself not with my comforts.  You’ve earned at least the right to speak freely around me…conditionally, of course.”  

Konstantine was offered a very brief, easily missed bend of the Primoris’ upper lip as a single corner pulled up into a miniscule smirk.  It was a sign that some semblance of a personality remained within the hardening carapace of the evolving Dra’sin soldier.  Where once the impression of a human existed, something more draconic stood in its place, and yet mingling with the punitive mechanics of his new embryonic draconian-self, the person Drustan had always been still remained—that was the personable, courteous, and sincere person Caden had raised.  But just as quickly as the smirk had surfaced it disappeared, and the fiery irises within the Primoris’ skull refocused on the small King as she reviewed his suggestion of a name.

”I would like you to continue tests and fine tuning.  When I do take this weapon out into the field I want it to work flawlessly.  Just as well, I require more practice.  With your permission, my presence here in your laboratory shall become more frequent.  I’ve made arrangements to have my assignments postponed for the time being.”  He draped his towel around his thick neck and stoop up again, hooking his thumbs behind the waist of his pants.  ”We’ll also defer naming to another date.  Perhaps with further work the name of your invention will become apparent to the both of us.”
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