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Private There Be Owlbears

Discussion in 'Pandopolis' started by C.A. Rotwang, Oct 8, 2018.

  1. C.A. Rotwang

    C.A. Rotwang Metropolis
    Archetypal Mad Scientist

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    September 18th, Year 108
    Rocket Town
    Participants: @Amy Wellard


    Rocket Town was the perfect place for an engineer to live, what with its many junkyards filled with scrap metal as well as the odd can-shaped machines which would occasionally emerge from the giant rocket in the center of the district. Rotwang was fortunate that he’d been conveniently placed in the shabby little town after the reconstruction of Pandora because he, of course, was an inventor and he hated to go too far away from home with the exception of when he went to work or to a couple of his favorite bars.

    Now that he’d found himself settled with a house and a job at TroYA X, Rotwang wanted to start up a side project to occupy himself with while he wasn’t at his workplace in Centria. He was happiest, or rather not as miserable, when he was putting his mind to something that was at least a bit of a challenge. Commissions had hardly come his way since he’d starting living in Rocket Town, possibly due to the scale of Pandopolis in comparison to Misty Hollow and because of that, he had less to do in the later hours of the day.

    Perhaps, the inventor thought, it was time to construct another Machine-Man. While he had GLaDOS to keep him company which she did well, there were a lot of mundane tasks that she wasn't able to perform. Due to her lack of mobility, GLaDOS couldn’t make him tea, nor was she fit to cook meals for him or clean the house. Wheatley, on the other hand, was useless when it came to most things. It seemed that what he was in need of was a robotic manservant. Aside from that, building a butler was a task which would take up a lot of time, and that was was precisely what Rotwang wanted.

    Once he’d decided on his project, he headed to the nearest junkyard to search through the heaps of trash for anything useful. There appeared to be plenty of springs, gears, and other metallic scrap in the dumping ground that he could work with. It also turned out that he wasn’t the only one on the site. While he was in the midst of filling the sack he’d brought with useful mechanical parts, a guttural growling noise sounded off nearby. Rotwang jumped, turning to face the direction that it came from. In the distance he could see a strange creature alongside a woman approaching the location in which he stood.

     
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  2. Amy Wellard

    Amy Wellard Shardlight

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    Pandora was weird; Amy had picked up on that pretty quickly. After everything was destroyed only to be put back together again, she wasn't sure what to think. The only saving grace was that she woke up after the apocalypse to see the world suddenly a little bit nicer, and her own life becoming rather nice.

    There wasn't anyone just running up to her, acting friendly. Instead, she was seen as a shy girl who was slowly coming out of her shell. Seeing how that was actually accurate, she found it a little liberating. It was like she was letting all of her history flow off of her back.

    She still had the good parts, though. Her electricity powers were slowly becoming manageable, and Denby was always right beside her. All in all, she started heading out of the house more and more as time went on. She would probably never lose the instinctive skittishness that her life had forced upon her, but it was becoming less intrusive as time went on.

    That wasn't to say that everything was peachy keen in her life. Denby was still a little annoyance when he wanted to be. He would get into things pretty often, breaking either the objects or himself on occasion. Fortunately, as a robot, he didn't need to worry about it too much. Amy could always patch him up.

    On one such occasion, Denby had gotten into Amy's tools and had caused a pretty intense dent in one of his back legs. To Amy, it was obvious, but most people weren't looking very close at him, so she didn't think it was a problem to bring him along to get some spare parts to help fix him up. She knew she probably had what she needed already, but exploring junkyards was actually pretty fun in her opinion, so they headed out anyway.

    Walking on a bum leg wasn't Denby's favorite thing, so as they walked, he let out a low growl of protest. It was surprisingly deep for his cub-form, but Amy wasn't intimidated or anything. Denby was a total sweetheart to her.

    Oblivious to whoever might be with them, Amy started searching almost immediately. She was careful and methodical, since she was very used to sifting through garbage. Denby, since it was his job, kept a lookout for anyone he deemed a threat. The other human in the junkyard was calm, so he didn't find it necessary to try and scare him away. Yet.
     
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  3. C.A. Rotwang

    C.A. Rotwang Metropolis
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    Gender:
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    Pandopolis
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Evil
    Directory:
    link

    Rotwang leaned forward and squinted so he could get a better look at the two who were approaching him. The woman appeared to be young, petite and blonde, though from what he was able to tell her face was not as pretty is his Hel’s. Why she had ended up in a junkyard was beyond his imagination, as he never associated women with mechanics or engineering. Perhaps the reason she’d come to this place had something to do with the pet she kept by her side.

    The animal was large and lumbering, and possibly had a limp from the looks of it. Rotwang thought it had the appearance of a bear at first, but as the two came closer, what he was looking at started to confuse him. The bear’s head had an odd appearance, as if it didn’t belong on the body at all. Where there should have been ears there were none, and instead of a nose it had something more like a beak.

    The inventor took a couple steps closer so he would be able to see them better, in case he had misunderstood what he had gazed upon. However, as they closed in on him and their figures became less blurry, his suspicions were confirmed. The creature had the body of a bear but the face of an owl. Quite strange, indeed! Rotwang assumed that it was the result of an experiment gone wrong, or perhaps very right if that was what its creator was aiming for. Of course, it had piqued his curiosity and he intended to understand how it had come into existence.

    Rotwang knew, however, that the only way to find out about the creature was going to have to be through the girl. The animal looked pretty dangerous and he wasn’t about to approach it on his own. Positioning himself next to another pile of scrap, he pretended to search for various bits and bobs inside it. When the young woman had finally started to look through the same pile, he poked his head out from behind and watched her curiously.

    “That animal over there,” he began, making a gesture towards Denby. “It is your companion, yes?” He picked up an old pipe and examined it casually. “One can only imagine what that monstrous fellow might eat. Does its diet consist of metals, and metals alone? Is that why you are here? To feed your pet?” While he doubted any creature would want to feed on debris, Rotwang figured questioning its owner about that sort of thing would be the simplest way to find out exactly what it was.

     
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  4. Amy Wellard

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    It was a good thing that Amy had been in Pandora a while, and was able to shed some of her more panicky instincts. The sudden appearance of a stranger would've caused her to lash out physically back in the destroyed world she used to call home. Not in Pandora, and not while Denby was still completely calm.

    She did jump in surprise and let out a soft gasp in surprise, but otherwise didn't seem anything other than slightly startled. Once that was over, she started processing the stranger's questions, which were coming very quickly. They were almost overwhelming with how much the guy was talking, but Amy managed to at least pick up on the gist.

    Remembering the time when she'd been kidnapped because someone managed to disable Denby, she very certainly decided that letting some stranger know what he was would be a bad idea a long time ago. She may have calmed down slightly in Pandora, but that didn't mean she let her guard down completely.

    So, once she managed to find her voice, she answered, "he's my pet, yeah. He's not going to attack if you don't, so don't worry about that. And pretty much, yeah." Sure, he didn't have to swallow the metal, but he did need to have his components switched out when they were getting old, so that was close enough that Amy didn't mind stretching the truth.

    In the hopes of getting the attention off of Denby, she tried to redirect the conversation. "So, are you looking for some metal yourself?"
     
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  5. C.A. Rotwang

    C.A. Rotwang Metropolis
    Archetypal Mad Scientist

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    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Inventor
    Location:
    Pandopolis
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Evil
    Directory:
    link

    Rotwang dropped the rusty pipe immediately and gave the young woman an expression of puzzlement. Her first answer was as he'd predicted, of course, as the animal appeared to act tame as it had walked beside her and showed no sign of threatening her. However, he hadn’t expected her to confirm his assumption that she had in fact come to the junkyard to feed her pet. Either she was a terrible caregiver, he thought, or there was something more to the creature than what met the eye. Though he disliked nearly all animals, he knew full well that no decent owner would ever purposely fed their furry companion scrap metal.

    “Will he not become ill by consuming that?” Rotwang pondered aloud, turning his head in the direction of the owlbear. It really was a bizarre looking animal and its movements looked vaguely robotic at times. Its cry, too, sounded a bit off, almost mechanical if it was to be described. Returning his gaze to the female person again, the inventor leaned in just a tad closer and said in a slightly quieter voice. “What sort of creature is he, exactly?”

    To the woman’s question he nodded. “Hm, yes. It is my plan to build a mechanical servant. A Machine-Man, if you will. One which is able to perform the mundane tasks that I do not have time for.” He shot another curious look at Denby. “Your pet is most peculiar! A sort of fusion of two entirely different species.” There was a short pause before he decided to hazard a guess but it was one which he wasn't entirely convinced with. “He is the result of a genetic experiment, yes?”

     
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  6. Amy Wellard

    Amy Wellard Shardlight

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    It didn't occur to Amy until he sent her a bewildered look that she'd said something strange. Really, she just wanted to not be interrogated by a stranger about anything. Even though she was gaining a little bit of confidence in Pandora, that didn't make her more comfortable around strangers who were interested in her stuff. Especially Denby. If anything happened to him, she wasn't sure what she'd do.

    "Well, he's not exactly a normal animal," she hedged, really hoping for some way to get through this without getting Denby EMP'd again, "he's an owlbear. A friend was worried for my safety and m- got him for me. He's been by my side ever since."

    The idea of building a machine capable of simple tasks was intriguing, Amy had to give it that. "I see. That'd be pretty useful, I'm sure. You'd need to account for a lot if it's going to be human-shaped, though. A lot of our dimensions can be seriously tricky for a robot to stand and move around on." Her eyes flitted back and forth as if she was staring at some blueprints right in front of her.

    Before she could finish that thought, the topic of conversation was brought back to Denby. Well, time to play dumb. "I think he's actually a normal species in my friend's world. Like I said, she got him for me, so I don't know all the specifics." As she was speaking, the bear in question (bored out of his mind) started nosing at the pile of junk in front of them.
     
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