Post by Dr. Breech on Mar 1, 2017 9:56:20 GMT
[Thread PL: 76,999 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! Current PL: 461,994 | Limiter Earrings (Medium Weights) Equipped! Weighted PL: 230,997]
[2 Cycloids are accompanying Breech! Cycloid PL: 5,000]
"Quite curious..."
"Quite curious..."
The quizzical Doctor Breech stood outside the Cherry Valley Loft in the dark of night. The massive pure-black building gave off an imposing yet inviting presence. This place had only recently shown up in the seedier side of Ocariin days ago, and already it had become a hot-spot for just about anyone who thirsted-- either for a stiff drink, or some hard-to-find information. Both could be found floating about inside the Loft, or so Breech had heard.
His eyes scan the building thoroughly; his Magic Detection Suite had already picked up the insane amounts of demonic magic infused into each plank of wood. It was a bad sign. Rowdy thugs and deranged kings were one thing, but Breech wasn't sure his Cycloids could handle magic of this caliber just yet.
"Alpha, Gamma, start recording all video and audio. We need to capture every single moment of this." The Cycloid to his left beeped, and the red light that served as his eye brightened. The one on his right did the same. This would be an interesting experience, regardless of the outcome.
With a quick waltz over to the door, he knocked politely. It was late enough that even this place was closed for the time being.
"Greetings!" he shouted through the door. "I'm here to meet with the proprietor of this establishment. I have reason to believe you are doing business illegally." He held up a piece of paper covered with information, glancing over it for a moment. More than a handful of Konatsian citizens had apparently filed complaints that the Loft was operating without a Konats Business License.
He waited patiently outside the loft, his hands behind his back. Hopefully someone would open up soon.
His eyes scan the building thoroughly; his Magic Detection Suite had already picked up the insane amounts of demonic magic infused into each plank of wood. It was a bad sign. Rowdy thugs and deranged kings were one thing, but Breech wasn't sure his Cycloids could handle magic of this caliber just yet.
"Alpha, Gamma, start recording all video and audio. We need to capture every single moment of this." The Cycloid to his left beeped, and the red light that served as his eye brightened. The one on his right did the same. This would be an interesting experience, regardless of the outcome.
With a quick waltz over to the door, he knocked politely. It was late enough that even this place was closed for the time being.
"Greetings!" he shouted through the door. "I'm here to meet with the proprietor of this establishment. I have reason to believe you are doing business illegally." He held up a piece of paper covered with information, glancing over it for a moment. More than a handful of Konatsian citizens had apparently filed complaints that the Loft was operating without a Konats Business License.
He waited patiently outside the loft, his hands behind his back. Hopefully someone would open up soon.