thirteenth experiment
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[He was down in the basement when it happened. One moment he was researching madly, the next...it happened in an instant: above, he heard something, and had to investigate.
He found not the idyllic house full of drones that he had grown used to, but a pile of ruins. The drones that had once been his not!family had been killed, fried to a crisp and served with a light coating of gravy. The research material he kept up in his room went too, as did his sword, somehow, and the little bit of Ice magic he had managed to regain had somehow disappeared as well.
The last bits pissed him off more than the fact that all that remained of his drone family were crispy-fried corpses with gravy on top, though that did make him feel somewhat weird. He couldn't have possibly been worried about them though, could he...?
Dammit.
And...oh, crap, his servants! They couldn't serve him well if they'd been burned to a gravy-covered crisp too. He had to make sure they were safe, but first, he needed a weapon, just in case, and what remained of his research material.
So now he's made his way out into the ruins of Mayfield, armed with only a kitchen knife and what he's managed to salvage of his research material (read: a lot, he moved quite a few of them down to the basement before), and is now looking for his servants. It's not like he's concerned about them, he just needs to make sure they aren't dead and thus unable to be used for either experimentation or servitude. Actually he really is concerned about them]
Hey, Almaz! Barton! Jordan! Where are you?! What the hell's going on?!
...is anyone out there?! Dammit, what happened here?! This has to be another one of Mayfield's tricks...
[He was down in the basement when it happened. One moment he was researching madly, the next...it happened in an instant: above, he heard something, and had to investigate.
He found not the idyllic house full of drones that he had grown used to, but a pile of ruins. The drones that had once been his not!family had been killed, fried to a crisp and served with a light coating of gravy. The research material he kept up in his room went too, as did his sword, somehow, and the little bit of Ice magic he had managed to regain had somehow disappeared as well.
The last bits pissed him off more than the fact that all that remained of his drone family were crispy-fried corpses with gravy on top, though that did make him feel somewhat weird. He couldn't have possibly been worried about them though, could he...?
Dammit.
And...oh, crap, his servants! They couldn't serve him well if they'd been burned to a gravy-covered crisp too. He had to make sure they were safe, but first, he needed a weapon, just in case, and what remained of his research material.
So now he's made his way out into the ruins of Mayfield, armed with only a kitchen knife and what he's managed to salvage of his research material (read: a lot, he moved quite a few of them down to the basement before), and is now looking for his servants. It's not like he's concerned about them, he just needs to make sure they aren't dead and thus unable to be used for either experimentation or servitude. Actually he really is concerned about them]
Hey, Almaz! Barton! Jordan! Where are you?! What the hell's going on?!
...is anyone out there?! Dammit, what happened here?! This has to be another one of Mayfield's tricks...