[ It takes Carol a moment to gain her bearings, but gain them she does. The scale of the construct is beyond anything she has seen before, but she is no stranger to the idea of artifice vast enough for humans to live in. Not just architecture, but precision engineering purpose built for... something which demanded this sheer scale. ]
The Chateau de Tiffauges was enough to deconstruct the world. I wonder what requires a megastructure the size of a planet?
[ Here comes the little girl, seemingly ignorant to the danger present in simply being in this place. Perhaps because she is floating several feet off the ground, far enough from the naked circuitry and red hot wires that they don't pose any immediate threat to her. ]
If I had the time I would love to take this all apart, see what makes it tick...
[ She is holding her chin, deep in thought, thinking out loud as though there was no audience for her thoughts. As someone who spent centuries trying to take apart every single thing on planet Earth in order to understand it all, the prospect of being able to do it all again on the cosmic scale is certainly enticing.
But maybe somebody should get her to focus on their more immediate problems? An obstacle even a flying alchemist should probably pay attention to? Your own character in trouble? Or maybe she just needs to stop being so weird. ]
2. It's Like Trying To Access The Office Intranet
[ Everything organic is gone. If there was life here at one point there certainly isn't now. There are bed frames built into the walls but no beds, the bedding had rotted away completely.
No hope of a mid hike snack, then.
Now back to walking around on the ground like a normal girl, Carol is continuing her investigation of SUPERBIA. Historical analysis and archeology is not quite in her wheelhouse compared to brute forcing her way to understanding the physical makeup of things, but understanding is understanding, and it's not like she needs to start deconstructing a door to figure out how it works.
So she is now considering what probably used to be a computer terminal of some kind, giving it a small kick after pressing a bunch of buttons didn't quite work. ]
If the microchips have completely degenerated then there's no point to any of this, but if it's just some wiring that needs replacing then I can probably do something about that.
[ She looks up from her thoughts at the only other living thing in the area. ]
Do you have anything made of rubber?
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[ But not like that, she looks 11 and she's not ready to show her sick transformation yet. She's not about that Tinder life.
But she still has to answer the questions to proceed, so here we go: ]
Tell me a little about yourself. Carol Malus Dienheim. Alchemist.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? Would anyone who calls themselves a Follower be worthy of the prize at the end of this journey? Infinite power, no will to wield it.
What is your best feature? I like this beauty mark below my eye.
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[ It takes Carol a moment to gain her bearings, but gain them she does. The scale of the construct is beyond anything she has seen before, but she is no stranger to the idea of artifice vast enough for humans to live in. Not just architecture, but precision engineering purpose built for... something which demanded this sheer scale. ]
The Chateau de Tiffauges was enough to deconstruct the world. I wonder what requires a megastructure the size of a planet?
[ Here comes the little girl, seemingly ignorant to the danger present in simply being in this place. Perhaps because she is floating several feet off the ground, far enough from the naked circuitry and red hot wires that they don't pose any immediate threat to her. ]
If I had the time I would love to take this all apart, see what makes it tick...
[ She is holding her chin, deep in thought, thinking out loud as though there was no audience for her thoughts. As someone who spent centuries trying to take apart every single thing on planet Earth in order to understand it all, the prospect of being able to do it all again on the cosmic scale is certainly enticing.
But maybe somebody should get her to focus on their more immediate problems? An obstacle even a flying alchemist should probably pay attention to? Your own character in trouble? Or maybe she just needs to stop being so weird. ]
2. It's Like Trying To Access The Office Intranet
[ Everything organic is gone. If there was life here at one point there certainly isn't now. There are bed frames built into the walls but no beds, the bedding had rotted away completely.
No hope of a mid hike snack, then.
Now back to walking around on the ground like a normal girl, Carol is continuing her investigation of SUPERBIA. Historical analysis and archeology is not quite in her wheelhouse compared to brute forcing her way to understanding the physical makeup of things, but understanding is understanding, and it's not like she needs to start deconstructing a door to figure out how it works.
So she is now considering what probably used to be a computer terminal of some kind, giving it a small kick after pressing a bunch of buttons didn't quite work. ]
If the microchips have completely degenerated then there's no point to any of this, but if it's just some wiring that needs replacing then I can probably do something about that.
[ She looks up from her thoughts at the only other living thing in the area. ]
Do you have anything made of rubber?
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[ But not like that, she looks 11 and she's not ready to show her sick transformation yet. She's not about that Tinder life.
But she still has to answer the questions to proceed, so here we go: ]
Tell me a little about yourself.
Carol Malus Dienheim. Alchemist.
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?
Would anyone who calls themselves a Follower be worthy of the prize at the end of this journey? Infinite power, no will to wield it.
What is your best feature?
I like this beauty mark below my eye.