You had assumed when you came here that your work would be something that would quickly progress to the point that you could be done with it. You had wanted to design these weapons and be done with it, you had wanted to produce armour and get meeting with the enlightened out of the way as soon as possible.
It wasn't as easy as you had assumed it would be.
While dubious of what you had to offer at first the Technomancers quickly realised that you were fast mastering your chosen field. You had dismantled your revolver over a hundred times to see how every part fit together for first hand experience, you had cleaned and oiled it, you had replaced the worn mechanisms with fresh ones to see what difference it made.
The firing mechanism was something that you knew you could improve upon. Within two days of arrival you had a fully working prototype model of your new revolver, one that recieved mixed reactions from those that came to see it. Many of them said that it was too simple, that they would have found something that could be powered and make whatever it was turned upon explode.
"Like people?" you had responded. They had fallen nervously silent, while one of the higher ranking figures in the workshops had applauded this simple yet effective mechanism. Several double action revolvers were set to be produced based upon your design, yet you were already dreaming of what you would design next.
Your next few designs were ones you simply conceptualised as being larger scale versions of the revolver for civilian and automaton use, designs that you turned over without taking any further than the drawing board, stating that they were soundly based off prior designs and as such were only going to require testing if they had need to be built.
By the fourth day you had moved onto hybridising the shotgun and the revolver, designing a bulky revolver that fired shotgun rounds and a shotgun with a revolving barrel that could be fired more times before it required reloading.
By the fifth day you were improving upon the actual loading method of the guns, drafting up a method for opening up the revolver from the top. Five hours later you had stated that it was only fit for lower caliber weapons due to how it weakened the frame and designed a method of swinging the cylinder out to allow for rapid replacement or reloading.
Day six saw you redesigning your hybrid weapons, adding in your new loading designs to them as you tinkered with the designs to bring them to perfection. You improved distribution of weight, you designed more durable firing mechanisms, you improved the frames strength.
You ignored the laughter of your peers as you turned the schematics you had designed for over to the workshops, asking them to get a working model up and running. The people at the workshops on the other hand, were excited to have something other than crude and awkward contraptions to work with.
By the end of the week you had a prototype for the smaller hybrid of a revolver and a shotgun ready. The others came to watch, snickering about how this was going to be another underwhelming weapon designed by you. This didn't bother you, as you knew that for all their so called genius they were fools. What did bother you however, was that Anne had come to watch this display, that you knew you had to make it look good for her sake.
Multiple targets had been setup in a walled off courtyard, most of them little more than series of wooden planks nailed together in a vaguely man like form.
You had twelve shells, six loaded, six in a second cylinder ready to swap in.
You spent several moments practicing reloading the weapon as you waited for the assembled group to cease talking amongst themselves, before running them through that reloading process once you were certain you had their attention.
"Get on with it!" one of them shouted as snickering rose from the crowd.
Your display silenced them as the targets nearest you were turned into matchsticks in moments, as you emptied the entire cylinder and swapped a second in rapidly, as you emptied the second cylinder too. The only problem was that the weapons kick hurt your wrists.
"It'll never catch on," one of the crowd stated, though they couldn't hide how shaken they were by this display of firepower. Satisfied that it did what was required of it, you turned the prototype over to the head of the workshops to store away.
That night you were haunted by the weeks progress.
You had given people the means to produce more efficient weapons, to speed up their attempts to destroy themselves.
The next three days were filled with depression, with Anne bringing you food as she did her best to cheer you up. The week building up to this had no doubt had her forced to watch as the cracks accumulated, as she watched you doing something that you truely detested.
You had refused to slow down when she begged you to and she had been left feeling helpless as she had no idea how to comfort you. You couldn't read her during this time, as your senses turned inward, as self loathing took hold.
After recovering from this you had set about designing new ammunition, that by the end of your second week had you design non-lethal rounds most notably. The rounds themselves you had taken note were deceptively simple to design thanks to your growing skill in the field. During this time you also started preliminary research into body armour designed to protect from these weapons, along with an improvement on the existing methods of rifling the barrels of weapons.
On the fifteenth day you'd adapted an existing shotgun to use two cylinders loaded with shells, with a new firing mechanism. It was a quick and dirty conversion to see if it was practical, with no means to fire the barrels individually. You didn't want to find a way to fire them individually, as you were sick of creating the weapons that you were going to potentially need to deal with the horrors that stalked the city.
Three weeks had passed when the Enlightened finally sent an assassin after Anne, a regular man who had come for her with a blade coated in an unidentified poison. A man who had managed to get unseen into the dorms and attempted to attack Anne while she was alone in your shared room.
Anne was shaken, saying nothing more than the man had been sent for her, that they wanted her dead.
Three weeks of hell had passed. The Enlightened had made it clear that they were a threat and you weren't sure you could take the design and production of weapons any longer. In this time, what had you created for yourself and how were you going to deal with the enlightened?
Earth: 4 - (Resiliance)
Fire: 5 - (Marksman)
Air: 7 - (Tactics)
Water: 5 - (Reading People)
Powers:
0 - Ageless.
You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.
1 (f) - Quickened Healing.
Seven fold is your natural recovery rate increased.
2 (fm) - Unkillable.
Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.
2 (fv) - Presence of the Immortal.
The presence of eternity can be an awe inspiring thing, yet you are able to inspire more than simple awe.
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