Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 3:00:36 GMT -5
July 10th, 23 CLE
In Chairman Magnus Dunderson's office, his personal secretary entered with a letter in her hand as she approached his desk. "Sir, this was just left here by a man claiming to be an acolyte of the Machine Herald. He says it is something that his master informed him was of the utmost importance to ensure he delivered it successfully." she told him in a dry drone. She then set it on his desk, excused herself politely, and headed back out to continue her secretarial duty.
The letter inside, once the Chairman pulled it out, read as thus:
'To the Chairman of Zaun, Magnus Dunderson:
I have no doubt that you are quite surprised to receive such a notice from one of your more reclusive Champions, however I have devised something that I am absolutely certain you would be interested in approving for the future of our native Zaun. I will not go over the details here, for security reasons, but intend to reveal everything to you, and especially show you the blueprints, in person.
I require you to meet me exactly seven days from now, at Deitrich's Home for Abandoned and Lost Children, at the eleventh hour of the day. I would appreciate if you did not bring anyone with you, though if you absolutely have to then I would not mind if you were to bring along someone you trust greatly though I assure you I mean no foul play between us.
I will expect you no more than an hour after the appointed time, in which case I will merely reconsider my generous proposal.
- Viktor'
July 17th, 23 CLE
He had not been here in quite some time, in fact not since he first left it to take an apprenticeship under a rather talented engineer. Dietrich's Home for Abandoned and Lost Children had not changed externally whatsoever as it retained the same appearance from his childhood. Although not the best times in his life, those days were a far cry from the days and months he spent wallowing in despair and loathing after the man he had considered a mentor betrayed him and stole his work from him. In his right hand he held his signature staff, the Hex Core gleaming dully as it gave no additional effects to his parts. His autonomous hand connected to his left pauldron held a metal briefcase that did not appear bulky or heavy at all, which was fortunate since such strain might have threatened to snap the appendage immediately.
Viktor stepped up to the threshold while memories of idyllic days streamed to the forefront of his mind, as he had arrived a few minutes shy of the time he had appointed for the Chairman to meet him here. Opening the door, he was immediately assailed by the sounds of children's laughter, faint and originating from elsewhere. Immediately before him, the front desk resided to his left by a few feet, whereupon a blond woman in her late teens sat as she accounted for any visitors. She greeted him cheerfully, and respectfully enough, to which he merely nodded in turn and informed her that he was simply meeting someone here and not looking to possibly take a child with him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do such a thing as he did not wish to augment any impressionable youths at this time.
So from then the Machine Herald waited for the other party to show, as he folded his arms and stood facing the door in expectation. A small voice in the back of his mind was certain that the other would not show up, but he paid it no attention and instead steeled himself for whatever may happen. Whether the meeting would take place, or he would wait uneventfully, he knew he would have at least kept to his own words regardless.
In Chairman Magnus Dunderson's office, his personal secretary entered with a letter in her hand as she approached his desk. "Sir, this was just left here by a man claiming to be an acolyte of the Machine Herald. He says it is something that his master informed him was of the utmost importance to ensure he delivered it successfully." she told him in a dry drone. She then set it on his desk, excused herself politely, and headed back out to continue her secretarial duty.
The letter inside, once the Chairman pulled it out, read as thus:
'To the Chairman of Zaun, Magnus Dunderson:
I have no doubt that you are quite surprised to receive such a notice from one of your more reclusive Champions, however I have devised something that I am absolutely certain you would be interested in approving for the future of our native Zaun. I will not go over the details here, for security reasons, but intend to reveal everything to you, and especially show you the blueprints, in person.
I require you to meet me exactly seven days from now, at Deitrich's Home for Abandoned and Lost Children, at the eleventh hour of the day. I would appreciate if you did not bring anyone with you, though if you absolutely have to then I would not mind if you were to bring along someone you trust greatly though I assure you I mean no foul play between us.
I will expect you no more than an hour after the appointed time, in which case I will merely reconsider my generous proposal.
- Viktor'
July 17th, 23 CLE
He had not been here in quite some time, in fact not since he first left it to take an apprenticeship under a rather talented engineer. Dietrich's Home for Abandoned and Lost Children had not changed externally whatsoever as it retained the same appearance from his childhood. Although not the best times in his life, those days were a far cry from the days and months he spent wallowing in despair and loathing after the man he had considered a mentor betrayed him and stole his work from him. In his right hand he held his signature staff, the Hex Core gleaming dully as it gave no additional effects to his parts. His autonomous hand connected to his left pauldron held a metal briefcase that did not appear bulky or heavy at all, which was fortunate since such strain might have threatened to snap the appendage immediately.
Viktor stepped up to the threshold while memories of idyllic days streamed to the forefront of his mind, as he had arrived a few minutes shy of the time he had appointed for the Chairman to meet him here. Opening the door, he was immediately assailed by the sounds of children's laughter, faint and originating from elsewhere. Immediately before him, the front desk resided to his left by a few feet, whereupon a blond woman in her late teens sat as she accounted for any visitors. She greeted him cheerfully, and respectfully enough, to which he merely nodded in turn and informed her that he was simply meeting someone here and not looking to possibly take a child with him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do such a thing as he did not wish to augment any impressionable youths at this time.
So from then the Machine Herald waited for the other party to show, as he folded his arms and stood facing the door in expectation. A small voice in the back of his mind was certain that the other would not show up, but he paid it no attention and instead steeled himself for whatever may happen. Whether the meeting would take place, or he would wait uneventfully, he knew he would have at least kept to his own words regardless.
