[d&d] The Fall Of A City [8/8]

Sanik : "I use the word that was in the file. Except 'It's coming to the city', there was no more informations."

 

Oh whoops.

Toki eats the apples.
"I love apples."

 

"Sorry, I haven't bought more recently."
I fill my cup again.
Oh, and, I forgot to mention, I drink the milk through my mask.

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"My point still stands."

 

"Does that work, or do you need a straw?"

 

"What? Does what work?"

 

"Drinking through the mask. Isn't that a bit difficult?"

 

Sanik : "You will have to repeat it to the guy who wrote the file."

 

"Oh, right. It's an illusion. The mask."

"Do you know who that is?"

 

"It is?"

She waves her hand in the direction of your mask, trying to 'go through' it.

 

Your hand goes right through it, but it ends up hitting my nose right before I scooch away.
"Ow."

 

Sanik : "There was no informations about A.R.M.A. in these files. The other informations were about a factory 'The Zero' to the Nort-East Section, the building and the leader of NOD.DEG and about some caves somewhere that are apprently very deep."

 

"Say, Toki, you are a fellow innovator of magical technology, yes? Would you happen to know of the Turning Cogs? I think I've heard a fellow member mention you."

 

"I like the sound of caves. Sorta."

 

She giggles.

"Yeah, I do. I'm still part of it to this day."

She turns to you.
"Why are you asking?"

 

Sanik : "Both NOD.DEG and A.R.M.A. don't interfere with these caves."

 

"But yeah, it is. Cassy told me I could do stuff like that, so I tried it, and I could."

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"Okay, but what if we did anyways?"

 

"Just curious. The question had been bugging me for a while. Anyway, I must say that your golem is an impressive creation. Does it have a name?"

 

"Well, that's very usefull. I can only make machines."

 

@Nikolai Mael The room has an odd lighting, being lit by two orbs of what seems to be plasma. There are packets of paper on shelves, along with a couple of blueprints. A packet of paper with writing and a WIP blueprint are on a desk. Kazuki shoves 5 of the writings and the blueprint on the desk into his bag.

Kazuki: "We're ready."

 

"Yes. Brom. Did I not mention that before?"