The Machine

Brilliant, icy eyes peered over at the woman as a cloud of smoke slowly drifted from the edges of his lips.  It wasn’t a habit, nor did the tobacco do anything for him, he simply enjoyed the look of how the smoke swirled and hovered in the air before dissipating into nothing.  His response wasn’t immediate, allowing silence to cling to the air between them, not unlike the smoke.  The curious and intense gaze studied her, trailing over her form not in a lewd manner, but in a way to obtain as much information as possible before formulating a response.

She was different, much like himself.

Finally he spoke in a dulcet baritone after pulling the cigarette away from plush lips, “It is not my area of expertise, but my brother is brilliant in combining the two.  His work is enchanting, some such as myself may even say it’s beautiful, like living art.”  With the way he spoke of this other man and his work, it was obvious that The Construct held a great respect towards him.

He traced the end of his cigarette along his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with her.  His deliberate blinks came few and far between, it wasn’t a needed action like the smoking, just something that made him seem more alive.  In fact, many of his conscious actions were meant to make him appear more alive, yet the way he carried them out was in direct juxtaposition of one another.

“Why do you ask?”

The woman across from him also rarely blinked and did so in her own deliberate attempt to be more than she was. Internally she knew they were physically exact opposites. She had no heart beat, not a proper one if one looked into her chest cavity. There was not a part of her ‘little self’ that was organic anymore. Still, she found others who were build differently to be fascinating perceptions into the minds of others who tried to do as she had.

She currently look like a Blood Elf, bright green eyes, long ears and eyebrows. Much of this was strange to have again as she had removed her ears too long ago. she still had her eyes… Somewhere, somewhere secret with the rest of the eyes she loved to look at.

“It is an interest of mine. Biology and Engineering and the perfect storm of creation they can make together. Though I am more interested in doing much without the use of, Magic.” She said the word stiltedly like she didn’t know how to use her voice properly to show she had feelings about magic but didn’t want to say them fully at that moment.

“This must mean your passions are in something else?”

Brilliant, icy eyes peered over at the woman as a cloud of smoke slowly drifted from the edges of his lips.  It wasn’t a habit, nor did the tobacco do anything for him, he simply enjoyed the look of how the smoke swirled and hovered in the air before dissipating into nothing.  His response wasn’t immediate, allowing silence to cling to the air between them, not unlike the smoke.  The curious and intense gaze studied her, trailing over her form not in a lewd manner, but in a way to obtain as much information as possible before formulating a response.

She was different, much like himself.

Finally he spoke in a dulcet baritone after pulling the cigarette away from plush lips, “It is not my area of expertise, but my brother is brilliant in combining the two.  His work is enchanting, some such as myself may even say it’s beautiful, like living art.”  With the way he spoke of this other man and his work, it was obvious that The Construct held a great respect towards him.

He traced the end of his cigarette along his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with her.  His deliberate blinks came few and far between, it wasn’t a needed action like the smoking, just something that made him seem more alive.  In fact, many of his conscious actions were meant to make him appear more alive, yet the way he carried them out was in direct juxtaposition of one another.

“Why do you ask?”

The woman across from him also rarely blinked and did so in her own deliberate attempt to be more than she was. Internally she knew they were physically exact opposites. She had no heart beat, not a proper one if one looked into her chest cavity. There was not a part of her ‘little self’ that was organic anymore. Still, she found others who were build differently to be fascinating perceptions into the minds of others who tried to do as she had.

She currently look like a Blood Elf, bright green eyes, long ears and eyebrows. Much of this was strange to have again as she had removed her ears too long ago. she still had her eyes… Somewhere, somewhere secret with the rest of the eyes she loved to look at.

“It is an interest of mine. Biology and Engineering and the perfect storm of creation they can make together. Though I am more interested in doing much without the use of, Magic.” She said the word stiltedly like she didn’t know how to use her voice properly to show she had feelings about magic but didn’t want to say them fully at that moment.

“This must mean your passions are in something else?”

Brilliant, icy eyes peered over at the woman as a cloud of smoke slowly drifted from the edges of his lips.  It wasn’t a habit, nor did the tobacco do anything for him, he simply enjoyed the look of how the smoke swirled and hovered in the air before dissipating into nothing.  His response wasn’t immediate, allowing silence to cling to the air between them, not unlike the smoke.  The curious and intense gaze studied her, trailing over her form not in a lewd manner, but in a way to obtain as much information as possible before formulating a response.

She was different, much like himself.

Finally he spoke in a dulcet baritone after pulling the cigarette away from plush lips, “It is not my area of expertise, but my brother is brilliant in combining the two.  His work is enchanting, some such as myself may even say it’s beautiful, like living art.”  With the way he spoke of this other man and his work, it was obvious that The Construct held a great respect towards him.

He traced the end of his cigarette along his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with her.  His deliberate blinks came few and far between, it wasn’t a needed action like the smoking, just something that made him seem more alive.  In fact, many of his conscious actions were meant to make him appear more alive, yet the way he carried them out was in direct juxtaposition of one another.

“Why do you ask?”

The woman across from him also rarely blinked and did so in her own deliberate attempt to be more than she was. Internally she knew they were physically exact opposites. She had no heart beat, not a proper one if one looked into her chest cavity. There was not a part of her ‘little self’ that was organic anymore. Still, she found others who were build differently to be fascinating perceptions into the minds of others who tried to do as she had.

She currently look like a Blood Elf, bright green eyes, long ears and eyebrows. Much of this was strange to have again as she had removed her ears too long ago. she still had her eyes… Somewhere, somewhere secret with the rest of the eyes she loved to look at.

“It is an interest of mine. Biology and Engineering and the perfect storm of creation they can make together. Though I am more interested in doing much without the use of, Magic.” She said the word stiltedly like she didn’t know how to use her voice properly to show she had feelings about magic but didn’t want to say them fully at that moment.

“This must mean your passions are in something else?”

Some of H.R. Giger’s designs for the derelict interior in Alien

Brilliant, icy eyes peered over at the woman as a cloud of smoke slowly drifted from the edges of his lips.  It wasn’t a habit, nor did the tobacco do anything for him, he simply enjoyed the look of how the smoke swirled and hovered in the air before dissipating into nothing.  His response wasn’t immediate, allowing silence to cling to the air between them, not unlike the smoke.  The curious and intense gaze studied her, trailing over her form not in a lewd manner, but in a way to obtain as much information as possible before formulating a response.

She was different, much like himself.

Finally he spoke in a dulcet baritone after pulling the cigarette away from plush lips, “It is not my area of expertise, but my brother is brilliant in combining the two.  His work is enchanting, some such as myself may even say it’s beautiful, like living art.”  With the way he spoke of this other man and his work, it was obvious that The Construct held a great respect towards him.

He traced the end of his cigarette along his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with her.  His deliberate blinks came few and far between, it wasn’t a needed action like the smoking, just something that made him seem more alive.  In fact, many of his conscious actions were meant to make him appear more alive, yet the way he carried them out was in direct juxtaposition of one another.

“Why do you ask?”

The woman across from him also rarely blinked and did so in her own deliberate attempt to be more than she was. Internally she knew they were physically exact opposites. She had no heart beat, not a proper one if one looked into her chest cavity. There was not a part of her ‘little self’ that was organic anymore. Still, she found others who were build differently to be fascinating perceptions into the minds of others who tried to do as she had.

She currently look like a Blood Elf, bright green eyes, long ears and eyebrows. Much of this was strange to have again as she had removed her ears too long ago. she still had her eyes... Somewhere, somewhere secret with the rest of the eyes she loved to look at.

“It is an interest of mine. Biology and Engineering and the perfect storm of creation they can make together. Though I am more interested in doing much without the use of, Magic.” She said the word stiltedly like she didn’t know how to use her voice properly to show she had feelings about magic but didn’t want to say them fully at that moment.

“This must mean your passions are in something else?”

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)

a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)

a trait they express in the wrong way

a trait they’re ashamed of

a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)

a bad habit

something they do that hurts themself

something they do that hurts others

a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR

As to what is my purpose now that I am here. I know what I wish to see, but I must be on the search for it. “I am looking for information of new, technology. New but old. I plan on making my way to Uldular to see the wonders it is suppose to hole.”

This is part of my main mission. Yes, I want to see what has changed in the world, but I want to understand the technology Lady Kiden had mastered and brought to me.

——

Lat leans back into her chair, slightly amused. “So you came to pirate central for Titan tech? I think, other than a troll town, this is one of the worst places to look for Fancy tech, Miss Isea.” A shrug before putting the chilled glass of ice down. “Honestly you’d have an easier time catching a ride out to Tanaris and hiking out to Uldum than hitting Ulduar from here.”

The rogue peers at the machine with a hint of curiosity. “Or Ironforge I bet. Dwarves loooooove Titanic crap. But what’s the occasion? we’re talking academic study, right? Not some grandiose super weapon? Cuz between the Azerite and stolen Legion tech, superweapons arecplentiful in theory.” Kat offers in a teasing tone.

“Academic study with practical uses in more, tactile situations. Replacement of, lost limbs, organs.” Or more the creation of perfect things that meld the two as is needed. “Superweapons are for others, not I.”

The mention of Uldum is curious. I have not heard of such a place, it must be newly open to us. “Uldum or Ironforge. Irongforge I remember, I shall go there and see what recourses are available for a technician as myself.”

“I have not traveled to Ironforge. Though I am not in the current position to be able to pay for your help. What is an appropriate form of trade you are in need of?”

“You are a lover of stories.” I look around the room but I know there is nothing left for me here. But north is the path I could seek. “I have no true stories to share, but I will listen to the ones you have to offer. Do you wish to leave now?”

I do not know if I should shake her hand or bow, so instead I nod my head as a form or goodbye. I have witnessed others do that in the past.

As to what is my purpose now that I am here. I know what I wish to see, but I must be on the search for it. “I am looking for information of new, technology. New but old. I plan on making my way to Uldular to see the wonders it is suppose to hole.”

This is part of my main mission. Yes, I want to see what has changed in the world, but I want to understand the technology Lady Kiden had mastered and brought to me.

——

Lat leans back into her chair, slightly amused. “So you came to pirate central for Titan tech? I think, other than a troll town, this is one of the worst places to look for Fancy tech, Miss Isea.” A shrug before putting the chilled glass of ice down. “Honestly you’d have an easier time catching a ride out to Tanaris and hiking out to Uldum than hitting Ulduar from here.”

The rogue peers at the machine with a hint of curiosity. “Or Ironforge I bet. Dwarves loooooove Titanic crap. But what’s the occasion? we’re talking academic study, right? Not some grandiose super weapon? Cuz between the Azerite and stolen Legion tech, superweapons arecplentiful in theory.” Kat offers in a teasing tone.

“Academic study with practical uses in more, tactile situations. Replacement of, lost limbs, organs.” Or more the creation of perfect things that meld the two as is needed. “Superweapons are for others, not I.”

The mention of Uldum is curious. I have not heard of such a place, it must be newly open to us. “Uldum or Ironforge. Irongforge I remember, I shall go there and see what recourses are available for a technician as myself.”

“I have not traveled to Ironforge. Though I am not in the current position to be able to pay for your help. What is an appropriate form of trade you are in need of?”

“You are a lover of stories.” I look around the room but I know there is nothing left for me here. But north is the path I could seek. “I have no true stories to share, but I will listen to the ones you have to offer. Do you wish to leave now?”

She still watched him, only her eyes twitched as she took the man in and seemed to be taking in what subtle details she could. When she had watched him she had more been curious about his physical appearance than anything else. Isola was dressed in a mix of what she had been able to find since she started to travel the world. She looked human while she was in Stormwind, it was the most plentiful race and easy to mimic in her current body.

Her hand touched her face as if reminding herself she had such a thing. “It is not a choice I made when this body was made. But thank you. If the creator still lived I would tell her.”

As to what is my purpose now that I am here. I know what I wish to see, but I must be on the search for it. “I am looking for information of new, technology. New but old. I plan on making my way to Uldular to see the wonders it is suppose to hole.”

This is part of my main mission. Yes, I want to see what has changed in the world, but I want to understand the technology Lady Kiden had mastered and brought to me.

——

Lat leans back into her chair, slightly amused. “So you came to pirate central for Titan tech? I think, other than a troll town, this is one of the worst places to look for Fancy tech, Miss Isea.” A shrug before putting the chilled glass of ice down. “Honestly you’d have an easier time catching a ride out to Tanaris and hiking out to Uldum than hitting Ulduar from here.”

The rogue peers at the machine with a hint of curiosity. “Or Ironforge I bet. Dwarves loooooove Titanic crap. But what’s the occasion? we’re talking academic study, right? Not some grandiose super weapon? Cuz between the Azerite and stolen Legion tech, superweapons arecplentiful in theory.” Kat offers in a teasing tone.

“Academic study with practical uses in more, tactile situations. Replacement of, lost limbs, organs.” Or more the creation of perfect things that meld the two as is needed. “Superweapons are for others, not I.”

The mention of Uldum is curious. I have not heard of such a place, it must be newly open to us. “Uldum or Ironforge. Irongforge I remember, I shall go there and see what recourses are available for a technician as myself.”

“I have not traveled to Ironforge. Though I am not in the current position to be able to pay for your help. What is an appropriate form of trade you are in need of?”

As to what is my purpose now that I am here. I know what I wish to see, but I must be on the search for it. “I am looking for information of new, technology. New but old. I plan on making my way to Uldular to see the wonders it is suppose to hole.”

This is part of my main mission. Yes, I want to see what has changed in the world, but I want to understand the technology Lady Kiden had mastered and brought to me.

——

Lat leans back into her chair, slightly amused. “So you came to pirate central for Titan tech? I think, other than a troll town, this is one of the worst places to look for Fancy tech, Miss Isea.” A shrug before putting the chilled glass of ice down. “Honestly you’d have an easier time catching a ride out to Tanaris and hiking out to Uldum than hitting Ulduar from here.”

The rogue peers at the machine with a hint of curiosity. “Or Ironforge I bet. Dwarves loooooove Titanic crap. But what’s the occasion? we’re talking academic study, right? Not some grandiose super weapon? Cuz between the Azerite and stolen Legion tech, superweapons arecplentiful in theory.” Kat offers in a teasing tone.

“Academic study with practical uses in more, tactile situations. Replacement of, lost limbs, organs.” Or more the creation of perfect things that meld the two as is needed. “Superweapons are for others, not I.”

The mention of Uldum is curious. I have not heard of such a place, it must be newly open to us. “Uldum or Ironforge. Irongforge I remember, I shall go there and see what recourses are available for a technician as myself.”

It has come to my attention that I have arrived to a place of… the lowest denominator for the mortal kind. I could strike out into the jungle. It would not hurt me. But I had hoped to listen to the local news while I was here.

The bottle is more just for show. I have no need to eat, but when the woman asks for it I simply nod. “If you have need?”

The rogue would eventually dodge and parry another pair of swings before taking one to the chest and gritting her teeth. The goddess was now getting a full on up front opportunity to watch this girl’s stupidity. Or perhaps cleverness. At this point the jury was out.

Eventually the smaller girl was picked up and thrown across the table, skidding across before landing on the floor with a thud. With that, she slowly pushes herself up and adopts a slight defensive stance.

Not that it would do much good. One of the fellows would trudge toward the brown haired girl. But in doing so, they would attempt to lay a hand on the machine and move her out of the way…….

Turning I choose to not move. I am well over four hundred pounds in Little Self. Instead of moving I look at the man and grab his arm, he is not used to something so firm or heavy. This I take as my advantage as I throw the man hard across the room.

This whole situation has left me in a curious state. I have never been in a bar brawl before, this is a new experience. But I must ask, as I cannot understand the situation that started this.

After a quick feint to the left, she swings behind him and climbs onto his back, wrapping her arm around his neck, clinging to his large and likely stolen shirt, seeming to focus on holding onto him for dear life. 

Or so he thinks. The woman uses to her advantage to ram a rubber soled combat boot into his face, causing the larger fellow to sprawl across the floor unconscious for the moment.

“Yes.” I say answering the woman’s question. “It has been a long time since i have left… my home. This has not been my first choice of port, but it was where the hearthstone I found took me.”

Taking her hand I am stoped again at the feel of lines on skin. Skin is such a strange feeling smooth, supple, I find myself in favor of the feeling. “Isola Dea.” I said with out thinking. It was roughly translated into Ancient Thalassian to my true self, but, there are too few who would know the language now. I can only think of some Darkfallen who would carry such a memory for the language. “If this place is dangerous to you, you might want to continue on your projected path.”

As to what is my purpose now that I am here. I know what I wish to see, but I must be on the search for it. “I am looking for information of new, technology. New but old. I plan on making my way to Uldular to see the wonders it is suppose to hole.”

This is part of my main mission. Yes, I want to see what has changed in the world, but I want to understand the technology Lady Kiden had mastered and brought to me.