Otto Octavius (
sciencesquid) wrote in
dreamcrystals2022-06-18 09:11 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
Journal Entry + Bonus Action
[Journal Network]
Sender: Otto Octavius
To: Everyone
To everyone walking around with one of these miserable little notebooks, disregard the request on the Dream Board pertaining to the riverside warehouse. You have no business there, and nothing found in the rubble is yours to keep. I will clean the place up and restore it myself.
To whoever took my welding setup, bring it back this instant.
[Action]
[For those curious, Otto can indeed be found either just outside the warehouse, or in the main hall. What with the smudges and stains of dirt all over his face and clothing, it's clear he hasn't taken the time to clean himself up after a whole month of lifeless dangling within the 'Smelly Bogs Prison Tree'. There's no point to it now. He's just going to get filthy all over again. Rubble is being shifted with the aid of his mechanical tentacle limbs, and it's all being accompanied with some impatient tisks and huffs as he realizes just how little of the warehouse can be salvaged.
There's still one or two boobytraps around, which he's only barely taking into account at the moment and are bound to lead to hijinks if he gets distracted.]
Sender: Otto Octavius
To: Everyone
To everyone walking around with one of these miserable little notebooks, disregard the request on the Dream Board pertaining to the riverside warehouse. You have no business there, and nothing found in the rubble is yours to keep. I will clean the place up and restore it myself.
To whoever took my welding setup, bring it back this instant.
[Action]
[For those curious, Otto can indeed be found either just outside the warehouse, or in the main hall. What with the smudges and stains of dirt all over his face and clothing, it's clear he hasn't taken the time to clean himself up after a whole month of lifeless dangling within the 'Smelly Bogs Prison Tree'. There's no point to it now. He's just going to get filthy all over again. Rubble is being shifted with the aid of his mechanical tentacle limbs, and it's all being accompanied with some impatient tisks and huffs as he realizes just how little of the warehouse can be salvaged.
There's still one or two boobytraps around, which he's only barely taking into account at the moment and are bound to lead to hijinks if he gets distracted.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I can get you one just like it. Convincing me to give it to you is probably your easiest option, given how little other people around here like you right now.
no subject
When I take something that doesn't 'belong' to me, I get sentenced to two weeks of imprisonment in a tree. When someone else takes something that I had to build from scratch with my own two hands, they're allowed to do as they please? Why? Just because people don't like me?
The justice system here is a joke.
[Granted, that incident that led to two weeks of prison tree also involved telling a brainwashed robot girl to do the taking for him, but c'mon, it's not like he brainwashed her. She was like that when he found her. He was just giving her a useful purpose.]
no subject
I never said it was fair. I just want to know you're not going to be building anything else that might turn into a doomsday device.
no subject
I just said I'm not.
no subject
You didn't, but I'll take that just now as good enough.
[It's progress. It's something, maybe.]
Are you at the warehouse right now?
no subject
I am. I don't expect to go anywhere else anytime soon.
no subject
I'll be there in a few.
[Ferran actually has the decency to announce his presence once he does reach the warehouse, though given that he's already visible through one of the broken outer walls when he does so, that might not count for much. The place is a mess, isn't it.]
Geez... with people coming to take things, it would have been nice if they'd bothered to actually clean up while they were at it.
no subject
In that vein, he assumes this guy's stopping by to mock him. From the tone of the conversation, he already got the impression that this is one of the people involved in stopping the reactor, but... He never bothered to learn anyone's names, and so, he had no idea which of the pests it'd be. It's not the miserable nuisance who owns a pack of small dogs and can shoot electricity, thankfully.
The entry into the warehouse's basement is once again closed off with a metal plate now, though not to keep anything hidden. It's for safety reasons. That whole place strikes him as unstable now, and he may need to fill it all up just to make sure the floor won't collapse. That's a problem for later, though. For now, he's still moving rubble out of the way to clear the surface.]
That would be giving them entirely too much credit.
no subject
You can call a boundless optimism for the good nature of human beings one of my character flaws.
[But he's pretty sure the doctor doesn't have any interest in discussing the philosophy of morality. Unless he plans to complain about it. The opportunity to gripe is usually a pretty good incentive for these types.]
So. Where was your welding setup before?
no subject
Still, once he's moved a particularly large chunk of fallen ceiling towards the side of the building, he pauses his work to throw an impassive stare Ferran's way.]
Over there, by the Western wall. [The indication with a jab of the finger is a very curt one.] Why?
no subject
Remembering. It's part of my process.
[He folds his arms and focuses on the spot. He'd seen it there, both that first night he came to the warehouse in the first place, and when things went awry. And with the memory comes the sense of it, what it's made of, how complex it is, and if it's still in one piece. It feels like the answer to the latter, at least, is yes.]
Okay, right... [After a slow breath, he holds out a hand in front of himself, and for a few seconds, the occasional red spark blinks in and out in front of him—magic, obviously.]
no subject
When the hand is raised and red sparks are born, Otto's features contort with disgust. What is it now? He doesn't like magic- he doesn't respect it. It's the lazy man's way out. It undermines all the hard work done by brilliant minds. It's cheating. So really, nothing that can come from this is good, in his opinion.]
What are you doing?
no subject
Getting your welder.
[A red-orange light glows in his eyes, and those sparks begin to coalesce into the shape of a familiar machine in the open space. This thing is... more complicated than what he usually copies at once, but he's determined to finish now that he's given his word. His mouth sets into a line as he puts more energy into the process, and finally, the light disperses into crackles, leaving behind an exact copy of the welding equipment Otto himself built, down to every scrape and dent.
At that same moment, a spark of that magic cracks back towards Ferran, and he visibly flinches.]
Gah—
[Shaky from exertion and the recoil, he leans forward and supports himself with his hands on his knees, taking uneven breaths.]
no subject
He takes note that Ferran's not in the best state, perhaps even struggling to stay upright, but doesn't do anything about it. He never asked the man to do... whatever he just did.]
That wasn't dreamotion, was it?
no subject
No.
[Even now, after he's managed some success with dreamotion, he has little interest in the potential there. As if it would ruin you any more than you've already ruined yourself, a familiar voice tells him, though he ignores it.
He does finally manage to straighten up after a few more breaths, though, attempting to put his hair back in place.]
I can duplicate most objects I see. [He looks the setup over, though he doesn't need any confirmation that his abilities are working as intended.] Whoever took your welder didn't take it apart, at least.
no subject
There's a very strange implication to Ferran's words that he questions instead.]
You duplicated it as it is right now? In this very moment?
no subject
Right. If it wasn't all together, I could have gotten you the pieces, but it's more convenient this way. Easier to take something apart than put it together, you know.
[...... hm.]
Why?
no subject
I'd just assumed that if you're duplicating something you've seen, you would duplicate it from memory. As it was back then. [He scoffs quietly.] I should have known better than to try and make sense of magic.
no subject
[Is that really the only reason he asked, curiosity? ... Ferran is a terrible judge of these things at times, and the only reason he's suspect at all is because Octavius has just made it that obvious that he's someone who isn't the most trustworthy.
He sets it aside for now, taking it at face value.]
Well, don't let it get to you. It took months of constant practice to start figuring out the rules of the two things I can do back home, and that was with it being shoved into my brain. [He glances to the man's mechanical limbs.] I'm sure it was a learning experience with those arms, right? Controlling a brand new part of yourself.
no subject
[The statement is immediate and blunt. He doesn't like assumptions being made, and he definitely doesn't appreciate someone trying to relate to him by comparing his technology to magic. Two of the limbs snap their jaws, sticking close to Otto's shoulders.]
I designed them myself. I know exactly what they can or cannot do.