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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 5, 2015 11:31:29 GMT -7
*Tilting her head slightly listening she sipped her own water.*Then I guess I should try and contain my own excitement as well, while learning to be more patient sense it appears, it is contagious, and unlike myself unable to spread myself thin, you can in any time of day.*She glanced over at the law machine then sighing.* Shower then we look and see if there is anything to fix him? He you are going to need.as much as he will need you. We can focus on other things later..sides while your busy with that I can try and straighten this up a bit?"
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Post by Ghost on Jul 5, 2015 12:13:07 GMT -7
His/their eyes sweeping the room as he drank the water. Cleaning this mess would need to happen either way, she was right about that. Digging for the law machine's blue print...he only hoped that portion of the library was still here. Hadn't he already said at some point it was though? His time was disoriented. He let his insides coil about their essence, much like a snake but nothing like one at the same time, a giant octopus maybe swimming into the small confines of a tiny cave coiling inward and folding upon itself when their was no water with in the armor just the empty essence of Legion. Outwardly the armor didn't change, this was the purpose of it, to keep him thus externally. "Patents office is likely the best place to start...." The empty helmet a swirl of colored fire unaffected by the water poured into the yawning gap within though he found the substance soothing even as the last of the glass drained.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 5, 2015 12:23:17 GMT -7
*nodding she walked over taking his now empty glass and offering her half field, finding she was done with it and wanting to get started while he went and showered she could begin.*I no clue what a patent is of a office for one........I have decided in time you will teach me this like everything else. She took his glass placing it back next to the pitcher then grabbed a broom to point to the machine that somehow sucked up dirt.* That you need to show me how to use. then I shall be so distracted you wont have to deal my endless questions on how everything else I find works for at least perhaps this day?"*she walked away then grabbed a bucket he brought up the night before heading to the bathroom to fill it with water.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 5, 2015 13:16:14 GMT -7
The glass was thrown back and the contents vanished within the swirling teeth of a unrecognizable maw and then was a set of floating coals within burning flame as he stood and set the glass on the table next to hers. "It's actually one of the easier things to use." His armored hands moving to show her how to twist open the place were the dirt collected, how to remove the filter and check for trapped debris that would clog the suction and cause the machine to not work as well. Then how to put these back, how to tilt the machine for use with the pedal and how to turn it on with the click of a button. "Steam cleaners, for cleansing carpet and removing stains, those take some work to understand. Vacuum is easy by comparison and less tedious then trying to sweep carpet as well." He wasn't intentionally not telling her about objects to which he referred, their were just so many of them here it was hard to tell her about them without over whelming her with the information so it was easier to let her ask about those that she needed at the moment. Perhaps it was just the change in their relationship as it were that was causing this disorientation? Like a chemical that had to stabilize after mixing...Or maybe he had just pushed his luck in the sun light today. Normally he could have broken down the variable to its source but his mind was not on this subject but rebuilding this city for their use which took a great deal more of his attention then average tasks. More knowledge was required and thus more information being processed toward a single output then he typically focused on in any given time. "So many machines here its hard to describe them all in a breath...."
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 10, 2015 10:34:59 GMT -7
*She returned damp this time not socked with a smile of triumph on her face with her bucket half filled and sat it down next to the small table on the floor where it held the pitcher now half empty of the water they consumed.*
*she lifted her hand pushing a strand of hair away tucking it behind her ear while listening intently as explained and frowned here and there as she grasp the explanation he gave of working something for now seemed quite complex in it's working, while getting the impression all at once that had once been as common as drawing water from a well.*
"Alright I think I get the idea of how to use this...vacuum. Your fine.right now my mind is on so many thing like yourself I seriously doubt I would grasp as much as I should. I must admit I think I am as excited as yourself on seeing how much we can get done here before we must return. Your time is perhaps unlimited where mine is not for the moment...so efficiency is top priority and Mr. sleeping at the moment is part of the importance. See what you can find and if I need help I'll call for you. I promise. let us get to work the sun is now making it's descent so you should be at your best then."
*She reached out taking his hand and squeezing it a moment showing her own excitement in the subtle movement then went straight to work on cleaning what was their sleeping and work space for the time being.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2016 23:21:19 GMT -7
Legion watched her a moment longer as his essence weighed out the process of his thoughts. Shifts in his energy unstable again as his insides coiled like gas on the verge of explosion only the spark never ignited the fuel source that roiled within. Repair the law machine, stabilize his energy with independent power cells, repair the damaged circuits that hold the information of its processes, memory, personality...repair them without absorbing the information there in. IT would have to be done by hand but he could get the information in the normal fashion through absorption of his other surroundings. Observation would supply the knowledge. Material fabrication might take time...he could process it then remove his own essence from the re-fabricated material to avoid contamination to a degree anyway. Alchemy reduced to lawful sciences rather then their origin as writing those same laws? They/he could function still with in this confined definition. Restricting himself to these preconceptions allowed for less wild power expenditures. When he decided she had things under control here with the cleaning and had finalized his intentions internally he turned away from her and proceeded to the library itself. Heading to the patents section with as much attention really as a human might place in observing an ant at any given moment. The actions were for the present empty as he began a process of releasing armored seals and sliding free from his confines. He would dissipate in the sun but inside the shadows of the building he could thrive off the darkness provided, and the hidden vermin could be exterminated by an essence that needed sacrifice to remain stable. When he reached the offices the armor dropped to one knee sank to rest its fists on the ground by its feet dropped its helm to the chest plate and grew dark as he darted outward, and slowly the library office of patents was etched with darting runes of a language lost so many years ago that it existed before time itself. Lesser beings ran in terror of it but their flight never brought them to safety, they simply fed an eternal essence becoming part of the larger and helping the beast understand the missing layout and decaying books simply by reading their abstract memories. He did not power the lights here. Nor did he repair the shelves, he devoured the dust and ate the knowledge that rested in its memories of the ages layer by layer.
Their was so much to build....their would be a limit. The law machine would still only be sustainable but not complete without the core knowledge. Perhaps they could make their law machine the new core of the law? It would need to be discussed with Takara later. For now he began the process of recreating the blue prints on paper, and reconstructing the original books of law he could locate. Including some interesting scrolls on commercial trade regulations. Amusing that people ever reduced currency to empty paper for trade, bits, chips, coins, stones, knowledge all had meaning after all, why trade colored paper? His many minds wondered over the subjects like a leaf rolls over the water, plummeting now and again to the depths and popping up like a spinning top, unlike the leaf however which would some day sink and rot never to resurface, Legions mind expanded to encompass ever more.
The days would pass fast in this way, with his form returning to the armor to manufacture materials for building and rebuilding. Then he would ebb away again like water leaving the shell behind to seek answers, to cross reference information on such a grand scale that only gods might see the full picture in scope. The days would pass as weeks as the buildings were made clean and usable. Stable, forge, market, library, homes, a mill, farm lands marked out....limited room constricted some of these plans, the area was large yes but without anchoring it somewhere they would have to make due without large scale farming for the time being. Mended pipes had to be capped off and pumps had to be restricted to certain area, electrical needs required a means of converting motion to energy, limited to only certain areas then. Everything had to be made small however. Perhaps with time things might be expanded but people would be needed to maintain things. Legion could farm but he was not a farmer, he could mill but he was not a miller, People require a place to trade their goods, a place to keep their animals and store their crops....he did not need these things. A library to store knowledge he liked, a forge on the other hand he did need. Fire to destroy and create....hmmm....an apothecary would probably not be bad either...he hoped they found suitable people for these jobs some day...Time passed on and he worked till eventually sweat rolling into his eyes brought him back to the moment and he looked at his exposed callus covered hands, dark skinned like the black swamps with gold fire running through the veins. Ah....He had found form again?....and he found his mind no longer at his task but on a woman who could get just as lost as he did in work and knowledge.
How much time had passed?...They were late again getting home.
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