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The Overseer
This is the conclusion of the RP in Finished - [Clockhaven - Widersia] A Rowdy Construct
Time: Evening
Location: Clockhaven, Burke's Factory
@Elias Wren | Kite
Lolory | Kuro
DarkKitsune | Keircey
slifer37 | Rowan
TheTimePiece | Shael
Elijay | John
Gwen_Temi | Demeter
Elvario | Ceylan
Patrick sheathed his katana with a smooth, practiced motion, the sound of the blade sliding into its scabbard barely audible over the lingering echoes of the battle. He brushed off the debris from his long coat, his expression as cool and composed as ever. Glancing at John, he gave him an approving smirk and tipped his fedora in his direction.
"Thanks, kid. You did well yourself. Just keep going at it; you can only get better from here," Patrick said with a thumbs up.
Patrick turned his attention to Ceylan, who had been instrumental in their victory. "You're welcome, Bishop Ceylan. I was getting a bit rusty from the lack of action," Patrick said, cracking his neck from side to side, the sound echoing in the now-quiet room. "I should go back. Keep up the good work around here."
With a casual, almost lazy motion, Patrick pulled out the curious rectangular device from his pocket. Before he left, he cast one last glance toward Demeter, Kuro, and Shael, his eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.
"M'ladies," he said with a charming grin, then vanished in a bright, blinding light, leaving behind only the faintest trace of his presence.
With the battle over, the adventurers turned their attention to the now-damaged factory. The room they had fought in, once filled with the sounds of clashing steel and grinding machinery, had fallen into an eerie silence. The only remnants of the conflict were the shattered remains of the Manager and the cracked floor beneath their feet.
The adventurers made their way down the stairs, the worn metal steps creaking underfoot. Each step echoed in the stillness, a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle that had filled the factory moments before. As they descended, the sounds of the surrounding factories began to filter through the walls. The rhythmic clanging of hammers, the hum of conveyor belts, and the occasional hiss of steam created a mechanical orchestra, a constant reminder that the world outside this factory continued at full speed, indifferent to the battle that had just taken place.
Exiting the factory, the adventurers were greeted by the sight of Sillanus and Octavius Burke, waiting just as they had promised. Sillanus, the more charismatic of the two, had a broad grin on his face as he approached them. Octavius, ever the serious one, stood slightly behind his brother, his arms crossed over his chest, scrutinizing each adventurer with a sharp, analytical gaze.
The stark contrast between the silent factory they had just left and the bustling industrial district outside was striking. While the Burke Brothers' factory had been brought to a standstill, the surrounding buildings were still alive with activity. The din of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise that drowned out most other sounds.
Sillanus stepped forward, his smile widening as he saw the adventurers approach. "Congratulations!" he called out, his voice warm and welcoming. "I assume the Manager has been dealt with?"
Octavius remained silent, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the adventurers. His gaze lingered on each of them, assessing their condition, their weapons, and the faint traces of battle that clung to their forms. Only after Sillanus spoke did he step forward, standing at his brother’s side, his posture rigid, his expression serious.
"Well?" Octavius asked, his voice calm but firm, demanding confirmation as he scrutinized the group. The adventurers could feel the weight of his gaze, a reminder that despite their victory, they were still under observation, still being judged by those who had hired them.
As the last of the adventurers stepped out of the factory, Octavius moved to the entrance. With a practiced motion, he reached for a manual lever beside the massive steel door. The lever creaked as it was pulled, and with a heavy groan, the door began to slide shut, the sound reverberating through the factory’s hollow interior. As the door sealed the factory, the sounds of the outside world faded, leaving only the distant hum of the surrounding buildings.
Sillanus turned back to the adventurers, his smile never faltering. "So, tell us," he said, his tone light but curious, "how did it go in there?"
Time: Evening
Location: Clockhaven, Burke's Factory
@Elias Wren | Kite
Lolory | Kuro
DarkKitsune | Keircey
slifer37 | Rowan
TheTimePiece | Shael
Elijay | John
Gwen_Temi | Demeter
Elvario | Ceylan
Patrick sheathed his katana with a smooth, practiced motion, the sound of the blade sliding into its scabbard barely audible over the lingering echoes of the battle. He brushed off the debris from his long coat, his expression as cool and composed as ever. Glancing at John, he gave him an approving smirk and tipped his fedora in his direction.
"Thanks, kid. You did well yourself. Just keep going at it; you can only get better from here," Patrick said with a thumbs up.
Patrick turned his attention to Ceylan, who had been instrumental in their victory. "You're welcome, Bishop Ceylan. I was getting a bit rusty from the lack of action," Patrick said, cracking his neck from side to side, the sound echoing in the now-quiet room. "I should go back. Keep up the good work around here."
With a casual, almost lazy motion, Patrick pulled out the curious rectangular device from his pocket. Before he left, he cast one last glance toward Demeter, Kuro, and Shael, his eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.
"M'ladies," he said with a charming grin, then vanished in a bright, blinding light, leaving behind only the faintest trace of his presence.
With the battle over, the adventurers turned their attention to the now-damaged factory. The room they had fought in, once filled with the sounds of clashing steel and grinding machinery, had fallen into an eerie silence. The only remnants of the conflict were the shattered remains of the Manager and the cracked floor beneath their feet.
The adventurers made their way down the stairs, the worn metal steps creaking underfoot. Each step echoed in the stillness, a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle that had filled the factory moments before. As they descended, the sounds of the surrounding factories began to filter through the walls. The rhythmic clanging of hammers, the hum of conveyor belts, and the occasional hiss of steam created a mechanical orchestra, a constant reminder that the world outside this factory continued at full speed, indifferent to the battle that had just taken place.
Exiting the factory, the adventurers were greeted by the sight of Sillanus and Octavius Burke, waiting just as they had promised. Sillanus, the more charismatic of the two, had a broad grin on his face as he approached them. Octavius, ever the serious one, stood slightly behind his brother, his arms crossed over his chest, scrutinizing each adventurer with a sharp, analytical gaze.
The stark contrast between the silent factory they had just left and the bustling industrial district outside was striking. While the Burke Brothers' factory had been brought to a standstill, the surrounding buildings were still alive with activity. The din of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise that drowned out most other sounds.
Sillanus stepped forward, his smile widening as he saw the adventurers approach. "Congratulations!" he called out, his voice warm and welcoming. "I assume the Manager has been dealt with?"
Octavius remained silent, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the adventurers. His gaze lingered on each of them, assessing their condition, their weapons, and the faint traces of battle that clung to their forms. Only after Sillanus spoke did he step forward, standing at his brother’s side, his posture rigid, his expression serious.
"Well?" Octavius asked, his voice calm but firm, demanding confirmation as he scrutinized the group. The adventurers could feel the weight of his gaze, a reminder that despite their victory, they were still under observation, still being judged by those who had hired them.
As the last of the adventurers stepped out of the factory, Octavius moved to the entrance. With a practiced motion, he reached for a manual lever beside the massive steel door. The lever creaked as it was pulled, and with a heavy groan, the door began to slide shut, the sound reverberating through the factory’s hollow interior. As the door sealed the factory, the sounds of the outside world faded, leaving only the distant hum of the surrounding buildings.
Sillanus turned back to the adventurers, his smile never faltering. "So, tell us," he said, his tone light but curious, "how did it go in there?"
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