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[b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 6 (16 cells) [/color][/b][color=ea590c]////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color] (60/60)
[b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands - Krat Zoo
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Now this, this is what Edward needed to relax after the hectic flight from the giant alligator. Not idleness, nor a win of his own, but to engage his hands and mind in the study of machinery. For while he might be a ruler, a warlord, a skirmisher and a mage, ultimately, in his head, when he thought of himself, Edward considered himself an engineer first and foremost, and it had been so long since he really had been able to just tinker and investigate.

The weapon crafting with Ace had come close, but guns didn’t really scratch that itch. Too close to the needs of the warlord. Here, examining the now half deconstructed winged puppet, he did so simply to satisfy his curiosity. To expand his mind of the possibilities. Truly, if there was a silver lining to Galeem’s hell, it was the pooling of the ingenuity of endless realities into one great melting pot.

Now if only those within it had more than a decade to experiment with it. Baring the consuls and lost numbers of course, but the former were too busy amassing/clinging to power, and the latter too busy hiding from the former to scratch more than the surface of the possibilities. 

One could only imagine the possibilities, the glorious utopia, that could be forged if only this world was free from endless death and war.

The engineer sighed, and then the ruler forced his mind to turn once more to practicality instead of possibility. 

First, he re-commanded his golems, getting them to start transporting the harvested plants out of the botanical garden and out into the snow. Tomatoes, ground cherries, and Star Bramble fruits were added to the stew, while the popcorn plants were provided to the Reindrix as a more substantial meal than frosted bush leaves. Any excess was stashed for either future consumption or for sending back to the Avenger.

Edward meanwhile began collecting both the puppet parts and the spirit loot together for transport as well. This was well timed on his part, as just as he’d started up the sending sequence when he and Sandalphon were alerted to sounds of violence coming from below.

[color=ea590c]”I’ll meet you there,”[/color] he said to the angel as she piled together her papers (which he’d need to ask her about later) before exiting the room. Out there, he spread his wings, using great flaps and glides to leap from catwalk to catwalk as he headed for the source of the sound: the greenhouse.