Burned Offerings

[HisLordship]

((I carry on from what I had originally posted here. Carry on as though this were still within the wilds. The purpose of this thread is to solidify some character potential without informing or interfering with the public masses.)

*The emergency warp portal, closing off with plasmatic pyrotechnic flourish, deposited the mech and Owl in a coldly lit room filled with the sound of machinery at work. The bird's tail sang with pain.*

*The mech powered down. The Owl situated himself atop of it, flexing his neck to inspect the unusual injury he had sustained. The injury in itself was normal. The fact that had not since gone away was not.*

"What in Danté's Hell has this not been forgotten?"

*the owl, being the idea of one rather than a concrete bird, was immune to the contemporary conception of death. Whatever mind he had been imagined in and escaped from seemed to constantly hold him in the same physical state. Like a child's imaginary firend, the bird could be flung to his death and, through the miracle of memory, come back for another romp round the playpen. This injury, however, was frightfully static*

"The bloody portal seared through my tail-feathers! My powers of flight will be lessened, if..." He trailed off, dreading the thought.

If I was born through a trick of quanta, could not such an environment in which I was born play havoc with my very nature?

*The sound of movement startled him. He could see the craft's occupant vacating his mechanized cradle.*

*The bird set aside his emotions for the moment*

"Hello, Coordinator. I am honoured to meet our acquaintence."

[Till Doyle]

((If you are to continue it here, zo shall I))

Till looks as Laur wipes her lip, no emotion on his face, "Tissues? It iz a mech, no fluids should be inside of ze mech. If zere are any, you vould vant to check ze utility drawer."

With that, he places his walking stick inside of the mech, and somehow manages to climb inside. Settling himself in, he presses the button to close th cockpit. The HUD activates, giving vital statistics of the mech and the surrounding area.

No immediate threat and no errors are reported. Flicking a few switches, "Buckle up Miss Vilkins...". A few seconds later, taking command of the mech, he heads directly for the coporate headquaters. This being one of Till's private mechs, it takes about 5 minutes for them to arrive in Till's docking bay.

Shutting down the systems, the cockpit opens, allowing Till to climb down, he grabs his cane and taps the floor once with it. The lights flicker on. "It appears az though ze researchers have made some modifications. Enquire about zem vhen you have a moment Laur."

Walking out of the docking bay, he walks into his office and out of another door. Walking across the corridor, he reaches Micheal Rawling's office, and taps the door with the top of his cane twice.

[Laur Doyle]

((As ever, I follow Till))

*Laur 'buckles up' just before they take off, checking to very small utility drawer as they fly. Rummaging around it she eventually finds what looks to be a half used and forgotten small box of tissues. Probably left by the workers who'd built the mech*

*Laur gratefully wipes the red fluid off her arm and face, as it scabs over completely. She pockets some of the tissues as they land*

*Getting out, Laur frowns as the lights suddenly come on when Tills cane taps the ground. She'd certainly have a word with them*

I believe I'm going to have to have a word with them anyway, see if we can't replicate that room

*She follows Till through, but stands what would be considered a respectful distance from Rawlings office*

[Micheal_Rawlings]

Immediately after Till knocks, a face appears on the door. It is Rawlings assistant. In a friendly and helpful tone, she simply says "OH, Mr. Doyle. Mr. Rawlings is expecting you down in loading bay 3 with his find. "

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*Rawlings turns around after exiting his Mech. To spy the bird talking to him. *

Do you speak to me? Well, I was hoping to have a word with you, in spite or your...non-human shape. From what our tracking systems have spied of you in our forest, you seem like the type of person I could find useful. Say, do you know the Runic language of this land?

[HisLordship]

*Rawlings makes eye contact with the Owl*
"Yes, dear coordinator. It is to you that I speak."
*Although taken aback by Rawlings' non-Human shape, conceals the emotion well*
"I am pleased our systems had found me fit in form and function to facillitate your faculties. I must admire your technology, for it's eyes seem to be even keener than mine in the dark. "
*pauses*
" Yes, I have some knowledge of that language, called Psychotopian amongst its inhabitants. However, I have many more services to offer than mere translator; although I would be pleased to fulfil such a role, I have much more to offer you."
*flexes wings, tail still stinging*
"These natives are unfamiliar to you. Even with your considerable considerable observational technology, you are far from capable of detecting their personas, and sociological mannerisms. No machine can ever computate the outcomes of such chaotic, free beings. You may require an observer on the field. I can fulfil that role most readily, for a price."
*awkwardly flutters down to extended mech arm*
"This a most heavy issue is, a black and rolling sea in a storm. Take thy time in divining thy answer, I charge thee."

[Danikat]

((Sorry to interrupt but I'm assuming this is all going on in the time between you chasing the mech and reappearing to help Goron?))

[LordPsycho]

((that would be correct. When all is said and revealed, I'll be merging the two threads...I think))

[HisLordship]

(The merging need not be neccessary. Save yourself the trouble, Dark Psycho. You labour long and hard here, and need not worry about a silly thread like this. Besides, it is corporate property, and must thereby go through Mr. Rawlings's legal team, first.)

[Till Doyle]

Till nods at the secretary, "Very vell. Zankyou..." Turning around, he gives Laur a look as he walks past her. Walking up to the lift he presses the button, and gently taps his cane on the ground waiting for the lift to arrive.

As the doors open with a 'bing' he steps in, and waits for Laur to step in. As she does so, he slides a card in a slot near the buttons. He presses the button to take them to docking bay 3. It takes a few moments to arrive.

The doors slide open, and Till takes in the sight of Micheal, and an owl. Raising an eyebrow, "Vhat have you found zat iz zo interesting Micheal? And, may I enquire az to who zis, owl person iz?"

He gives Laur a look, one they've both learnt over the years of working together, telling her gain a feel for the owl, and find out everything she can at a later date.

[Laur Doyle]

*After the lift opens and Till gives her 'the look', Laur imperceptibly nods. She eyes the owl, taking in it's feeling. It felt like it was not quite there, but there it was sitting on the arm of a mech apparently having a conversation with the boss*

*Laurs head tilts slightly to the side, as Till had already asked the questions that needed answering. She waited, observing*

[Till Doyle]

Looking slightly impatient, he raises an eyebrow, "Vell Micheal, vhat iz it zat you have found zat iz zo interesting?"

[Micheal_Rawlings]

Ah, Doyle, this is the creature we've been tracking, HisLordship was it?

And this *holds up the map* is what he is going to help us find. It appears whoever hid it went to a lot of trouble to do so, and thusly I think we should try and find whatever is indicated.

[Till Doyle]

Till looks inquisitive, "And vhat exactly iz on zis map? Have ve deployed any of ze mechs? I know ve had bugged zem."

[HisLordship]

*becomes aware of an acute sensation of being psychically observed; by whom or what, he cannot determine. Mentally smirks*
“Lordship is a title some foolish ones christened me. In truth, I have no true name to call my own. However, this title will suffice the need for a nomen, although others, such as Stryx, or Owl, Master of Masks also work with equal versatility.”
*clears throat*
“However, you might ask yourselves this: Was I being tracked, or were your observational measures being tested?”
*inspects the map held by Mr. Rawlings*
“Curious. This appears to be the script of the local urbanites, the Psychotopians. Furthermore, this individual writing is that of their god, Aru’Mauri. He is referred to by them as Dau’Pay, or, in our tongue, the Dark Psycho.”
*glances at Mr. Doyle with the gleeful amusement of one who knows something another does not.*
“This map, dear Sir, is a treasure map.”
*smirks inwardly*

[Till Doyle]

Images flare through Till's mind of the owl being tested in labs, "A treasure map? Of vhat kind. Do not zay ve are going to be collecting treasure chests...?"

He gives a laugh of bemusement, "Vhat vould ve be taken for...?"