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Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Since I am the GM and the RP relies heavily on me I wanted to give you an idea of my schedule.

Monday, Tuesday, and Friday I am least likely to post(doesn't mean it won't happen, but don't look for it). Every other Saturday I am similarly occupied. On the other days, expect my updates either early, or after six pm EST.

I have class Tuesday through Friday, and every other Monday and every other Saturday. My wife is off Mondays and Tuesday's, so on my off Mondays I usually still won't post, and Tuesday nights is the same. Friday my wife works a morning shift so we usually spend the evening together.

So that's the basic sort of deal. If I post during the day I'm probably on my phone during a break(as I am right now). I work hard to keep my writing standard up even when on mobile, but it can be hard to look over a post in its entirety until after I've submitted, so don't judge too harshly if there's some egregious error.

So, if you don't see me for a little bit, bear in mind what day it is, I am still around.

I'm about to go read your post, Yoru. So even if I don't post to move things forward immediately, know that I have seen it.

One last note for everyone: I know I and most everyone else have been making decently sized, multi paragraph posts, but if your character is interacting with another player's, feel free to make the posts shorter. Give each other time to react to any major action or pronouncement.

If there's to be a long scene between just two players, consider collaborating on a single post through PM so you don't flood the IC page.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Duncan had long since left him alone, and Gideon was engrossed in his sculpting, the large part of his anger having ebbed away in his work's absorbing him. He would present this one, a more striking visage than the Queen's original, with a smaller nose and shorter forehead, and a more defined chin. They were all subtle changes, but they added up to a more attractive bust. If she approved this one, it would be used to make a plaster mould, which in turn would be used to make the Queen's new silver face.

Gideon didn't hear the original knock on the door, and instead heard a repeated chime from a copper hemisphere sitting on a table near the door. It was a simple device, more magic than artifice. It detected the sound of his door's knocker from his apartment across the way, and alerted him with a chime. Sometimes it picked up more vigorous knocks from elsewhere in the nearby buildings, and it went crazy when it hailed outside, but all in all it was a serviceable device, considering its simplicity.

He crossed the enclosed footbridge from his floating workshop to his apartment. His living space seemed starkly furnished and decorated after the downright clutter of his workshop. The contrast showed where Gideon spent most of his time.

He opened the door, didn't immediately see the knocker below his line of sight, and was moving to close it again when he finally spotted little Felix.

"Ha! Felix," he smiled fondly at the boy(or whatever he could properly be called), "You should get a taller hat, I almost didn't see you. Come in," he waved Felix through the door and closed it. "What can I do for you?"

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Oh, and you can actually feel free to write Felix up o when he knocks on Gideom's door. He lives in the penthouse apartment of a building near the center of the Inner Circle, next to the tower that is the Allistair estate.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

The whole RP is that but with cyborgs.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

A bump for anyone who didn't see.

Old Kingdom (Abhorsen) RP?

@Jinxer I've tried it before but never had much interest :/

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Automata Corps Officer Second Degree Marvin Long(AKA "Marv")

Officer Long turned to look witheringly at the bar woman. Or, that's what he meant to do. His standard issue face was completely incapable of showing emotion, and the look he wanted to give came out as a blank stare.

"Ma'am, we are working to keep the peace, not to ensure the success of your business. As it happens, the victim here is not dead, and our main priority is to keep her alive."

He almost wished it wasn't so. He didn't know who the young woman was, but he knew that if she lived she would want her Technomancy arm back, and would be a bureaucratic nightmare until she got it.

"And our second priority is catching the perpetrator. I'm going to have to ask you to go back inside."

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I should have said in here but: if you've been given my approval, you are free to post IC. If you have any questions, or need some help deciding where to start, don't hesitate to ask.

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Duncan Allistair sat on a reclined couch in a workshop littered with metal scraps and tools. The exacting neatness of his clothes was at odds with the disorder that surrounded him, and he distracted himself from it with a hand written, leather bound book he read. A research report from his eldest daughter. It held nothing new or interesting to him. He wore one of his more subdued outfits, powder blue waistcoat and trousers, a yellow cravat. His pale yellow jacket was folded neatly and draped over the back of the couch. He had eschewed a wig for the day, and his shining silver head was bare.

The workshop was a single roomed building that sat not on a foundation, but floating surprisingly still in the middle of the Inner Circle. It hovered as a bridge between the entire tower owned by the Allistair family, and the penthouse suite that Gideon Lockheed rented. The Artificer in question had shared a partnership with Duncan for many years, and this floating arrangement was borne out of convenience for the both of them. It was owned and kept exclusively by Gideon, much to the chagrin of the neater-minded Magus.

Duncan did not put his book down when the door to Gideon's apartment opened, and maintained his attitude of disinterest even as a large lump of clay - A bust, he knew, of Queen Isabella - was hurled through the air and soared past his head.

"She did not like it?" Duncan asked, apparently uncaring. His voice was almost human, but had a slight tinny vibration that belied the fact that it was produced by a set of metal vocal chords.

"A damned insult to my craft!" Gideon was already raging, as if he had skipped to the middle of his rant to save time. He was moving swiftly to where the clay bust had landed to pick it up viciously, untying his uncharacteristically neat hair from its bun as he walked. He slapped the now mostly mishapen lump of clay onto a nearby table and glared at it as if it, and not the woman it represented, had been the one to insult him.

Gideon, as it transpired, had been contracted to create a new face for the Queen, who had long since been completely Technomantic. Her old one was made out of interlocking metal plates. A work of pure genius, but outdated in comparison to the one that Duncan himself sported, which was made out of a single, solid piece of silver that had been enchanted to be malleable as flesh.

"What she says to my face is only half of it, you know," Gideon was quieter now, but still obviously angry. His voice was just as artificial as Duncan's, but it was harder to tell.

"I expect she's telling everyone who will hear that she's waiting on a new face," Duncan said, "But the Artificer she's hired is taking too long."

"I'm sure of it," Gideon was half-heartedly trying to reform the Queen's bust on his table. "This one was accurate to the molecule. I checked. She asks for perfection and I give it."

Duncan turned the page in the journal, still not looking at Gideon. "You gave what she asked for," he said dryly, "But not what she wanted."

Gideon slammed his scalpel down after making a particularly vicious swipe on the bust. "What?"

Finally he put the book down and stood up. He was tall and thin, almost surreal looking. "You don't know people very well. People are vain. Even when they say they aren't. Me, I'm honest about it. I told you I wanted to be better looking. She won't say that, but it's what she expects. Because you did it for me. Accentuate her best features... downplay the bad." He looked over the now thoroughly mangled bust. "And maybe give her some good eyes. I've been meaning to have you make me a new set..."

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It was a street in the odd zone between the Inner Circle and Outer Ring. The sort of place where different people had different ideas over which it belonged to. The poorer who lived there liked to say it was the Inner Circle, to feel like they lived among the affluent. The moderately wealthy admitted that it was the Outer Ring, but didn't talk about it much, as they aspired to move to nicer places further in.

It was normally a fairly active community, with Magi, Artificers, and the Ignorant all common sights. This borderlands district was one of the few places where there was at least some semblance of social equality. It was where most business between the higher and lower castes was done, and basic politeness made the Ignorant here feel like they might have a window into higher society.

This morning, however, this particular street was nearly abandoned. For one thing, it was fairly early. The sun was barely rising, and not even visible in some places thanks to the towering buildings. For another thing, there was blood running down the gutters and into the storm drains. The trail of red ran down a slight incline from an alley between older brick buildings, where its source lay, still breathing, but weakly.

Two forms in stark gray, but with shiny heads and visible hands were approaching. One bent down to the woman whose arm was severed from the elbow. The woman flinched as the Automata took her arm in his hands and clamped his thumb and forefinger in a ring around the stump. The bleeding stopped almost immediately, and the woman groaned weakly.

"Can you speak?" the Automata still standing asked, looking down at her with his hands in his pockets, apparently somewhat disinterested. The woman did not reply, so the Automata made a sound similar to a sigh and lifted a small aluminum sphere from his pocket. It had two nodes, one one each side. One was gold, and the other copper. The Automata lifted the orb with the gold node facing his mouth and spoke a short message, "Fifth and King's Way, need a stretcher and mercury." He dropped his hand, but the sphere remained floating, and then flew away, out of the alley and down the street.

"Clean cut," the other officer noted, looking at the stump. "Must have been a sharp one. Probably titanium. No blood leading anywhere else, that's weird. What you think, Marv?"

Marv made the strange sigh noise again. "Scavver," his partner nodded in agreement. "He was pretty well prepared, I guess. We'll get her healed and hauled off. Maybe she can tell us something useful when she's stronger. In the mean time, try not to disturb anything... I don't want to deal with this..."

"Me neither," he replied quietly, "We'll get the ball rolling and shunt it to Crowley."

"Ha, sounds like a plan."

Technomancy: Magic and Metal

Looks good. Also introduces a location where any other character could possibly show up, which is good.