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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 14, 2015 18:53:27 GMT -5
These pages lie within a well-worn, oil-stained, but otherwise reasonably intact hardened-leather folder, held closed by a set of wired looped over small studs. Embossed on the front is a thin brass plate, bearing a six-spoked cog, a hammer in bend sinister, and a quill in bend. On either side of the emblem are the letters "J F". ((James keep this on his person, and it could probably be perused if mugged.)) |
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 14, 2015 18:54:28 GMT -5
A small scrawl is scribbled neatly in the margin of a treatise on flying machines. The small paragraph that follows was clearly a hastily written second-thought to give the brief annotation context:The document it is on has clearly been rather well singed, water-damaged, and carries the aromatic bouquet of a septic tank.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 15, 2015 13:37:39 GMT -5
Scrawled among the extra page below an entry on rats and stinking of sewer and smokepowder:
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 20, 2015 18:21:06 GMT -5
Drafted on the reverse of the July 12th, 1217 edition of the CalStar, which bears a minor bloodstain along the bottom edge:
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 20, 2015 18:30:13 GMT -5
A parchment with a schematic for a Magnetic Attractor weapons augmentation contains the following writing in the margin. Oil and electrical burns mar the page, including a black streak across the first note.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Sept 2, 2015 12:25:16 GMT -5
A page contains the annotations of a sermon, it transcribed lines interleaved with more hastily jotted notes:
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Sept 2, 2015 17:23:09 GMT -5
Within the folio may be found a pair of light traveling journals. Upon examination, both are packed with text and elaborate diagrams, though more loosely in the first and becoming significantly more uneven and cramped as one reads through.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Feb 12, 2016 15:24:11 GMT -5
Note to self: Hire a new assistant.
Gained consciousness this afternoon twelve meters out into the bay.
Damage receptors indicated extensive blunt-force-trauma had been applied to the cranial area.
A brief analysis of cognitive records indicates a concerning lapse between starting work this morning and waking face-down in the grime-saturated brine of the Bay of Drowned Mice.
Upon extracting self from bay, discovered primary schematics folio was hopelessly stained in whatever fluid passes for water at this port, rendering it illegible and possibly eating the paper.
Applied stimulants, returned to workshop. Discovered extensive entropic force and thermal damage to workshop interior. Backup folio of schema found in a state of critical existence failure, in the form of a fine ash. Rubble found in nearby alleyway, suggestive of the workshop's former southern wall.
Hypothesis:
One of two probably explanations is likely the cause: Either me personage an workshop was raided and assaulted by flame wielding technology suppressing fanatics who left the lead researcher floating in the harbor, or one of the many projects had been successful, the primary issue being determining which as all seem to be catastrophically disassembled.
Clearly one of these outcomes is significantly more likely than the other, but without validation both are currently equally probable. A brief interview with a disenfranchised gentleman who had begun a manual investigation of the southern rubble revealed some clues of import. When inquired as to the events that had taken place in hours prior, he obligingly replied in an unfamiliar dialect and indicated towards something behind our person. When we ent to investigate, he repeated his statement of "Baughaahh" and proceeded to depart with haste. Most disappointing that he could not stay to further elucidate his knowledge or properly enunciate his concerns, but one presumes that such is a mere unfortunate failing of the Gileas educational paradigm. A properly trained and attentive assistant aught to have been able to provide further context, and may be a reasonable persuit before the next round of developments.
Investigating the gentleman's advice, evidence was found regarding visible traces of smoke not present during earlier analysis. As the quantity had so far proven insufficient to overwhelm or bypass the atmospheric filtration system, it was deemed non-hazardous and the source sought.
Source identified as Project 211542 Prototype 11, currently affixed to dorsal mounting. Prototype has severe severe damage, with both fuel-compressors showing signs of significant fragmetary and ballistic fracturing, a trait shared by all rear-facing plating. Evidence appears to support both theories, given that the exploded ordinance in question was near the epicenter of the thermal scarification. Further analysis has been suspended indefinitely pending an eviction notice with the addendum that the deposit is not being returned.
Note to self: Investigate properties outside of Calidor for a suitable workshop. Perhaps somewhere in the forest?
Is a new workshop and assistant both affordable? Probably not.
Regardless, the prototype Ground Effect Transport system seems salvageable. and a number of other project notes were in a recoverable state.
One may suppose that further financial backing is required. Salvage operations shall resume.
Ever more work to be done.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Oct 24, 2016 2:24:10 GMT -5
Among a locked and watertight volume, buried well within the pages of nearly purely maps and movement diagrams across alien terrain, lie three pages of text. Small markings in the corner reads ◿△▽◬◸▽ and appears to be dated with the code 121001130.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Apr 17, 2017 19:53:04 GMT -5
Upon a page of oil-paper currently neatly folded in three, clearly bearing the marks of having been crumpled and discarded numerous times over a lengthy period but never truly disposed of. The page itself is covered in a headache-inducing cacophony of geometric scrawl in pencil, ink, wax and watercolour transitioning with little regard for consistency or precision. Here and there are brief stanzas exactingly printed onto the medium, though if they provide any sanity to the surface is debatable.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Oct 6, 2017 4:21:40 GMT -5
The following scrap is all that is visible from a hastily stowed page, the edges crinkled and charred while the rest of the sheet is illegible from the smears of some black and iridescent stain.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Mar 28, 2019 2:44:08 GMT -5
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