"The moogle's eyes were tiny chips of red magicite. We had hoped for a more regal purple shade, but alas, nobody was selling," Sherral says.
He wanders up to one of the automata lined up against the walls. Very slowly, he prods one. It doesn't move.
He walks down the line, glancing at each. About half of them look made for battle - tall, slender things with bladed arms and what appear to be steam canons in their chest.
The rest ... well, one of them is definitely built to play some manner of board game; another to write; one looks to be older than the others, a kind of extremely old mechanical calendar.
"The good news is, only half of them look combat-ready. The rest are made for all manner of startlingly dull tasks."
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Date: 2014-01-03 08:24 pm (UTC)He wanders up to one of the automata lined up against the walls. Very slowly, he prods one. It doesn't move.
He walks down the line, glancing at each. About half of them look made for battle - tall, slender things with bladed arms and what appear to be steam canons in their chest.
The rest ... well, one of them is definitely built to play some manner of board game; another to write; one looks to be older than the others, a kind of extremely old mechanical calendar.
"The good news is, only half of them look combat-ready. The rest are made for all manner of startlingly dull tasks."