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hadriel_logs2018-03-12 03:46 am
divinusly) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-03-12 03:46 am
we out here drippin' in finesse
Who: Zelda & Fingon
What: explaining her encounter with the null, after this thread.
Where: The Orchard
When: Mid-March
Warnings: None.
[ After her first encounter with the null, she's been traveling about searching for any signs of others through the desert-- for their tracks, for any signs of loosened bolts of screws that might have come off through wear of travel. Unfortunately her search turns up nothing. All she has to remind her of the encounter with the null are a few pieces of equipment she's salvaged from it: a couple of its laser cutters, the limb that had its long-range electricity shock embedded into it, and a couple of pieces of its armor. In other words, what looks like to be the important pieces to it. Her next step it to find someone who may know how to assess them further, but before that?
Well, she said she'd speak about the events with one elf in particular, and that's what she's going to do. It just so happens that when she returns to the city, pushing her bike along with her, she spots him under a few of the orange trees of the orchard. Waving to him, she'll kick up the stand to the motorcycle and walk over with a greeting, beginning to inform him of what had happened since she cut the communication.
They had defeated the null without issue, looked for others but found none, and... she's sorry to report that there there isn't much to it other than that. With a sigh, she reaches into one of the pouches at her side and extracts a sample of the null, holding the slice of steel she's cut off from its frame. ]
Can you imagine it? A whole host of these things outfitted in plates of metal so refined like this. [ She holds up one sample, her fingers running over its smooth surface. She's seen her fair share of masterful metalworks and craftmanship, and even quite a few weapons refined through magic as well. But with mining the ore, purifying it, refining it, shaping it... Making armor and weapons is laborious, to say the least, and costly. No amount of her era's technology can match the material these robots have fashioned to wear for themselves. The work is on another level entirely, without a hint of impurity upon the surface. ] I've never seen anything like it.
[ She's also never seen a robot either. But of course she would be more interested in what a robot is made of and how it works rather than how deadly it is. ]
What: explaining her encounter with the null, after this thread.
Where: The Orchard
When: Mid-March
Warnings: None.
[ After her first encounter with the null, she's been traveling about searching for any signs of others through the desert-- for their tracks, for any signs of loosened bolts of screws that might have come off through wear of travel. Unfortunately her search turns up nothing. All she has to remind her of the encounter with the null are a few pieces of equipment she's salvaged from it: a couple of its laser cutters, the limb that had its long-range electricity shock embedded into it, and a couple of pieces of its armor. In other words, what looks like to be the important pieces to it. Her next step it to find someone who may know how to assess them further, but before that?
Well, she said she'd speak about the events with one elf in particular, and that's what she's going to do. It just so happens that when she returns to the city, pushing her bike along with her, she spots him under a few of the orange trees of the orchard. Waving to him, she'll kick up the stand to the motorcycle and walk over with a greeting, beginning to inform him of what had happened since she cut the communication.
They had defeated the null without issue, looked for others but found none, and... she's sorry to report that there there isn't much to it other than that. With a sigh, she reaches into one of the pouches at her side and extracts a sample of the null, holding the slice of steel she's cut off from its frame. ]
Can you imagine it? A whole host of these things outfitted in plates of metal so refined like this. [ She holds up one sample, her fingers running over its smooth surface. She's seen her fair share of masterful metalworks and craftmanship, and even quite a few weapons refined through magic as well. But with mining the ore, purifying it, refining it, shaping it... Making armor and weapons is laborious, to say the least, and costly. No amount of her era's technology can match the material these robots have fashioned to wear for themselves. The work is on another level entirely, without a hint of impurity upon the surface. ] I've never seen anything like it.
[ She's also never seen a robot either. But of course she would be more interested in what a robot is made of and how it works rather than how deadly it is. ]
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He listens intently to Zelda's tale and reaches over to take a look at what she's brought with her. He gives a grim smile at the sight (oh yes, he remembers this metal very well) and looks back up at her again.]
Would that I needed to. Most of my kin were on the Null's enemies list, and when they attacked the city they were searching for us as well.
Two of my cousins took the lead in melting down the remnants afterwards. Most of the city's public buildings had been destroyed, and we needed the metal for tools and supplies.
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That those here were able to re-purpose their scraps is certainly good. [ Zelda then frowns, thoughtful for a moment before sighing as she lowers the metal plate. ] I must admit that it is difficult to not wonder how these things came to be, what sort of civilization produced them, and how much industry and knowledge took to build them. The world from which I came... [ There's a bit of a pause. ] does not have technology such as this. Yet as strange as it sounds, I hope that perhaps one day we are able to produce something like it.
[ Only, y'know. Not to use it for evil world-destroying purposes. That should go without saying. ]
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Not for us! We are used to war, my cousins and I, and all of us have lived knowing a price was on our head. We would have been insulted if we were not included.
But the children- I never saw the list myself, for it was hidden from all those on it. But I was told they were added for a few unthinking insults, and half the rest of the city for protesting the addition.
[He sighs, and shakes his head.]
They should have known better. But then, the Null seem to have thin skin, for beings which claim not to feel.
Nor does mine. The metal is intriguing, though you would have to ask Curufin and Celebrimbor for more on their properties. I'm afraid my talent for the craftsman's life is limited.
The sentient metal beings are rather less appealing, though. Some of the people here came from worlds with similar creatures. Their stories were not encouraging.
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Curufin and Celebrimbor, you say... [ Hm. ] Are they individuals of your world that are here? [ Tilting head. ]
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My cousin and his son. Master smiths the both of them; it runs in that branch of the family. Curufin's two eldest brothers are here as well.
[A shrug]
We've been fortunate, after a fashion. Most people in Hadriel are here alone.