A Key Golem Demonstration - RPLOG
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Date
24/1/482
Log
The doors open after an all-too-long wait, and the honored guests of the night are admitted into the large research room set aside for hosting this night's grand event. Part cocktail party, part research convention, the contents of the room are a carefully seleced collection of objets d'art representative of the arts of mathemagic and golemancy. Golems themselves decorate the corners of the room, standing unmoving in neutral poses, while fanciful (if inert) representations of actual kevinscopes inspire the majority of the paintings and sculptures in the room.
As the guests are ushered into the room, they're not only greeted with tables laden with aperitifs and entrees to whet the wheels of conversation, but also a curious object of interest in the center of the room. Though it's presently covered with a mantle and guarded by a pair of attendants, the general size and shape of the object is unmistakably a golem.
The room fills with more and more luminaries and sponsors of the arts and sciences. There's plenty of elbow room, and as the attendees start to mingle it becomes ever more obvious the invitatons were very selective. Many of the researchers and craftsmen present rub elbows with colleagues from far and wide, experts in their respective fields reunited after months or years pulled apart by work and duties. The murmur grows in the room as more gather, but it looks like no actual presentation will begin until the doors to the research hall are closed.
There's Flora, of course, currently accompanied by a single guard, a slender minx-girl. Even so, she makes sure to stay out of people's way, and both Lady and guard are dressed appropriately for the event.
So far, Flora's first few moments have been spent getting something light to eat, before trying to spot anyone she might know, or anyone that might have interesting information to share...
A particular jasmine, who has not been seen around these parts in a while, steps into the room. The plant-being known as Rokarion, no doubt invited due to his own studies into mathemagic...or maybe just got sent instead of a more accomplished family friend, seemed to completely ignore the food on display, instead taking out his notebook and slowly starting to examine the various items on display.
Of course of particular interest to the jasmine flower was the golem hidden behind the mantle that is his main reason for him being here, given that he had a new interest in golem crafting now. Otherwise, he would have remained in Andrussya with his lovely salamander.
Doffing her hat at the door, Cassidy had come alone today. Or at least presently. She wasn't much of a golem crafter, not since her initial interest which has since faded, but she was a magician, and rather liked keeping abreast of progress and innovation. So it was that she was here today, sipping on a drink and observing the covered golem as she pondered the specifics of what might be underneath. A mining golem, perhaps? Something more industrial? She could hardly wait to find out.
Jendayi is already there off in her own little corner, delicately waxing her creator artefacts and giving someone a suspicious eye every so often. Seems like she's pulling a bit of security for the event, though in general, the huge sphinx seems to regard the golems and their controllers with very thinly-veiled distaste. Especially the one under the covers. She looks at it like she expects it to burst out and go on a rampage. "Had enough for a lifetime," she mumbles under her breath as her focus returns to polishing the surface of her divine shield.
Near the statue at the center, a small cluster of beings wearing what is clearly church regalia have gathered in a little circle. They converse between each other, some excitedly, others reservedly. They are a stark contrast to the rest of the room, the only ones already discussing what might happen tonight rather than idly wondering what all this is about.
Two Academy researchers linger near one of the tables, munching on aperitifs while looking at the statue with reservation. They conspire to each other in hushed whispers, looking concerned and hesitant.
Security dots the gathering, here and there, kindly guiding guests around the room while keeping a careful eye on any who might want to disrupt or cause a ruckus. As the last few guests file in, two of the Academy's own staff start to close the doors, and some may note they stay outside to keep watch rather than within the room itself.
Rokarion idly juts down notes in his journal for a couple of moment before noticing the beings clad in church regalia. Realizing from the snippets that it appears that the group of beings know what is going on, he heads towards them with a purposeful stride. On his way, the jasmine being quickly goes over his own priestly training in his head. Planning on relying on his own church education to be more personable in case the group was not interested in talking to 'outsiders'.
With a smile, polite if not warm, the young bud nods respectfully towards the circle of...priests? "Blessings of the Creators upon you, I am Rokarion Aeneanas. I was invited to this gathering, but I was not giving too much information about the central display. Is it possible to ask for some enlightenment on the subject? " The plant being says, adressing a couple of beings on the edge of the circle, his voice as usual polite, yet cold, and he is clearly not dowing much to hide his Cliffside regalia or accent!
There's a little flick of Flora's tail, a scratch behind her ear, and then, the feline makes her way to the center, trying to mingle with the various church-beings, and somewhat gravitating towards the badger among them, offering a smile. "Flora doesn't suppose Mister Alfred can tell Flora what has the Church so interested in golems?" the feline offers, before flicking her ears lightly. "Flora admits, Flora is suprised Miss High Priestess isn't here, with how many of the church are around."
Cassidy raises a brow and pushes a lock of hair back, sidling over towards the church group. She wasn't a priestess by any stretch, but it seemed like people were gathering there, so what was the difference between sipping in one spot or another? Standing closer to the inquisitive minds might let her overhear something interesting regarding the event.
Jendayi holds the divine shield up in the light, turning the little sphere over a few times to make sure she's properly tended to it, then pockets it in a pouch which hangs from her ropebelt. She's about to start working on her twirligig when she sees people approaching the priesthood. Including what looks like... a CLIFFSIDER. The fur stands up on the back of her neck. Anxiety compels her to stand and walk her way over there with a delicateness that contradicts her stature, and she smiles and nods at some of the other priests and priestesses. "Ha ha, yes, hello, welcome my little friends," she greets the other soulless hurriedly. She turns towards the priests and gives them a meaningful look. "Remember to tell me if you require anything, yes? Yes."
The five priests break up their circle a little as Rokarion approaches. There's a natural moment of pause as they regard the newcomer, but a doe at the center of the group breaks the awkward moment by smiling at the jasmine and extending a hand in greeting. "Blessings of the Creators, Rokarion Aeneanas. I am Tabitha, and these are my colleagues-" She gestures to each in turn as she speaks their names. "Jeanette, Alfred, Hewett and Fabius."
Flora's approach and direct calling out to Alfred, the Badger, has the group turning almost in unison and greeting the familiar face affably. "Highlady." Alfred greets with a slight bow of the head. "A delight to see you, as always." He smiles. "The High Priestess should be with us shortly. We won't be starting without her. She insisted in overseeing the proceedings given the.. material being displayed today."
The burro, Fabius, snorts derisively, and rather uncouthly. "It's an abomination. We should dispose of it." This earns him a quick chastisement in the form of sharp stares from his colleagues, and he deflates quickly. Tabitha smiles, and tries to disarm. "Highlady, and Mister Aeneanas, we're going to be revealing a discovery made by a joint effort of the Church and Academy. A unique specimen that has us all both concerned and hopeful, to say the least." She turns to Rokarion, specifically. "And if you are here, it means you are either a friend of the Church, a friend of the Academy, or a respected researcher in your own right. Perhaps you'll be the one to help us identify what makes this specimen so special.
Hewett, the Hedgehog, turns to Jendayi and smiles. He'd seen the sphinx at work before, and knew of her involvement with the specimen in the center of the room, and he opens his mouth to start replying kindly, but-
At that very moment the doors open once more. A crane walks in, dressed in the garb of the Church. Many heads turn, and the look of recognition is obvious in all the church members as well as a few others. This is the High Priestess of the Church of the Creators, the Chief Machine Priest herself.
A little nod from Flora, a flick of the ears. "An abomination? Flora... Sees," the she-cat offers, clearly not entirely convinced she understands, and soon enough, the first, small question-mark starts popping up on her fur. There's a mystery to be solved here... Right now, that's the mystery of trying to figure out what's hiding under that tarp. Especially considering there are a lot of prominent golem-researchers around, too.
Rokarion nods to the Highlady as she approaches the group as well, the plant being recognizing her of course from their many dealings. With a smile, the plant being listens to the offered explanation. "Well, it will be my pleasure to aid you in this endeavour...but I presume that means that this golem was discovered, not made, otherwise we would know what made it unique. Is it...of Creator design?" The plant being asks politely, but is interrupted by the entrance of the High Pristess herself. Well, at least this means that he can finally see what's underneath.
Something that has the priests concerned? Well that was certainly interesting. Maybe it doesn't reveal any specifics of what was under the cover, but it gave Cassidy new things to think about. One arm folds over her chest, the other elbow propped in a hand while she strokes her chin. Only time will tell, perhaps. "Whatever it is, I look forward to seeing it."
Jendayi raises her brows and gives Fabius a look and a shrug that suggests she doesn't entirely disagree with him. She turns to Tabitha and offers her a Creator-faced smile, speaking with that Shralestan accent as thick as her arm: "Respectfully, my concern outweighs my hope about that... thing, but perhaps the brilliant minds here will tip the scales in favor of hope. It is why I brought it here, after all."
The moment she sees the High Priestess come through those doors, Jendayi offers another broad smile and bows her head respectfully, clasping her enormous pawhands behind her back and standing as tall and proud as she can manage. If there was one person she was certain was worthy of her respect among Sweetwater's cloth, it had to be her.
The High Priestess slowly walks towards the center of the room, moving with an almost unearthly grace. She smiles politely as she spots Flora, and almost seems to glide over towards the gathering group flanked by two attendants. "Highlady Longtail. An expected and always welcome pleasure to see you." She nods her head politely at the others around. "I'm sure we all have questions." She speaks calmly and collectedly, addressing the collective whole while her gaze falls upon the statue. One of the academy researchers is starting to walk towards the display at the very center of the room, being let in closer by the security flanking it. "And all will be revealed in.. fifty two seconds." She says, the barest hint of a smile curving her lips.
The otter being walks to the center of the room to stand by the statue, and clears his throat to get the attention of the room. In a propagating wave, beings around the room quieten down and turn to regard him, hushed conversation being drowned by silence.
"Esteemed guests, fellow researchers, hallowed members of our clergy, and friends. Welcome, and thank you for accepting our invitation tonight." His voice is calm and weary, the otter standing straight to project his voice. "Before we begin, I would like to recognize one member of the Church of the Creators, and two members of our very own research teams, for making it possible to recover the specimen you will be shown tonight." He pauses, to let the momentum of his words sink in. "My own brother lost his life in the Creator Ruin from which this specimen was collected, and I would like to extend my renewed appreciation to Machine Priestess Jendayi both for collecting his body and returning him to us, and for returning the golem you will be shown tonight."
He pulls the cover from atop the 'statue', drawing a collective gasp from some of the beings in the know. In the center of the room is a golem, for sure, but the unusual characteristics are immediately obvious. This golem was not carved from stone, wrought from metal or forged from purpose built parts, but rather stitched together from the parts and components of various Servitors. A mixture of elegant curves of Creator Steel and crudely welded iron and brass components, with cables and wiring tucked awkwardly behind sleek and gleaming plates of metal. Strange runes dot its surface, clearly identifiable as mathemagical symbols, but hitherto unknown to any.
"And there we go." Says the high priestess, turning to Flora to gauge her reaction most of all.
For just a moment, that singular question-mark disappears, the mystery solved... And yet, mere seconds after, five new ones, far more prominent, appear on the tigress's fur. A blessing and a curse, both, those spirit-contracts.
Her eyes are wide, and for at least a moment, the tigress is absolutely dumbfounded, unsure of what to make of all of this.
"This is... Quite a find, yes... Does miss High Priestess mind of Flora takes some photos, or has some photos taken, later?" the tigress offers, already quietly shuffling forward to try and figure out -just- what she's looking at. "Flora didn't bring a Camera..."
