[CENTER][SUB][COLOR=FAAC58][h3]Korvo Granetti[/h3]
HELSTON  ▎  FRIDAY  ▎  26 OCTOBER[/color][/sub][/center]
[color=a8a8a8][center][i][sub]--I remember now. We held hands under the cherry blossoms once. At that juncture I didn't know what to think, but your eyes captivated something special. At that moment, it felt as if I truly saw the stars for the first time.[/sub][/i][/center]

[indent][indent]The dimness of morning wasn't what woke him to straddle himself once more to his work. Hands crossed and head tumbling on the weight of his helmet, the annals of a bitter-sweet dream lingered on the back of his eyelids. He fell asleep again on the seat. Eyes trailed to nowhere before realizing how early it has been. Hands attempted to message the eyes, but were met with the surface of his helmet. Slowly pulling back, he witnessed his palm shiver, not due to the chilly winds of the morning's air, but due to something else. Half of the cup of noodles sat before him. He went to sleep on a half empty stomach. An almost silent sigh, his shoulders slumped a bit. Mind began to regain full consciousness... The memory of a dream began to surface at the canvas of his palm, it was hazy, unclear and details began to shift. But he remembered a tree, a cherry blossom, perhaps or was it a Magnolia? But there was something that didn't escape him and it was those eyes. A light in the dark, a star in the night. A slow form of the hand to a grip, almost as if crushing the thought on his grasp. A metaphorical gesture to force him to continue on with his time. Tracing his fingers to his wrist, a pad began to surface its widgets. A couple of clicks before the time and date were displayed on the LED in his helmet. 5:03 A.M. It was already ingrained in him, before the alarm the helmet gave out; Korvo had already finished his routine. Venito is nowhere to be seen, but more the reason to leave the home. If it garnered a mean look to come in announced, it was worse to stay unrequited. The October winds sent a chilling air down his spine, he wasn't home and he didn't feel the need to return anytime today, either. He would just go to the site and download the schematics of the latest project, and start melding the pieces. Melding was the worst process, and he could use the extra hours after last night's pay. And so as such was what much of the morning composed of for Korvo. The sweat that bothered him like every other day peered itself on work hours, the temperatures for the melding room were like a hot day on the center of a volcano. Hazmat suits were used to prevent scalding and radioactivity. The laser needed to use a peculiar power-cell that leaked out upon noticed wear and tear. This one is old and functional, but it's three years due for changing. However, these cells are expensive and a parsimonious boss couldn't see the difference between the dangers and the whole it would create in his pockets if some would to contract radiation. As such, only a handful of employees have access to these terminals in these rooms. Korvo's helmet had to undergo several upgrades for such too. 

And so, slowly, but surely more and more men gathered to witnessed the shelves and bolts were already finished before 7:00 A.M. [color=fff79a]"Tank, no doubt. Already up, like always. Well, no horsing around, boys. Get your asses to building!"[/color] Much of the morning was spent melding the necessary items into form, shaping them into creation with duteous precision. Before this old, hunched bearded man. Eyes of cornflower blue and wrinkled to no end patted his shoulder. [color=0054a6]"Morning, Tank."[/color] 

[COLOR=FAAC58]"Grandpa, morning."[/color] The man's hazmat hid much of his features, the only other that would appear at this hour to meld alongside his co-worker. They call his grandpa, due to the many years he has given to the company. He has seen many come and go on is time, and has been made rather cynical due to age. However, being Korvo's trainer the young adult has manifested some type of patience for the old coot. [color=0054a6]"Ya got up bright an' early as always. How far in are ya at with the blueprint parts?"[/color] Korvo didn't pay much head to what the elder was doing behind his back; the sounds typing were faint due to the lazer's screams. [COLOR=FAAC58]"For the first it should be about done by the next hour. I programmed the rest of the machines to start on the other projects already, but one of them is leaking. I placed it under restriction and decided to unplug the thing entirely. We need the power-cell."[/color] Grandpa sighs, Korvo leaves the rest up to him, convincing the boss would take initiative and gumption, but it the old man would take the dive if needed be. 

[color=0054a6]"Best join me then."[/color] Korvo nodded, and so this was the procedure until sometime in the afternoon, lacking the notion of time, Korvo had already made it into the work showers. He was given the rest of the day, and although he would prefer the extra credits, he was also rather tired. Tomorrow was the Luna Hail.. He'd probably spend it working, and Sunday was the Festival of the Quiet... What would he do? He took a long glance at his arms, noting the snake tattoo which adorned the many scars which embellished his skin. A time where he could try out for peace, but neither Sybil nor Ashwin were going to make it this time. Many of the employees would go with their families, and much others would probably spend it with each other. But Korvo on the other hand... He didn't-- A tremor woke his sense up, a shiver under his heels and a sight of luminescence peered just outside the ceiling windows. Another attack? No, it was too subtle and the resounding explosion was too tame. The siren would make its blare soon. Finishing, Korvo decided to participate now that he had the rest of the day with him. Placing his helmet once more, the sounds of booting began to register on his ears, the oh so familiar teal color text responding to his retinas, a clean welcome screen peered in an instant before demonstrating the scenery before him. He would go home now, and retrieve his things. The notice has been sent, it was time to head out to the location.
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