The bank of clouds above continued to roll in, steadily blotting out the sunlight that the city was bathed in this morning. Dreary as the shade of grey the clouds bore was, the real dampener came from the sounds of the technicians testing the speaker system that had been set up through the square. If they were doing this at such a late point, then it was clear that they were all far from organised, that this truly was a hurried response.
"Testing. Testing. One, two, three," came the voice of the technician, echoing through the surrounding streets as they tested the speakers, before they fiddled about and music came through them instead. While they were doing their best to keep most people they viewed as undesireable out of the square for apparent safety reasons, those inside it would still easily be able to hear things.
Cerapa:
The officer gave you a strange look, pausing briefly to look you over as he confirmed that you were indeed one of the Technomancers. A certain degree of eccentricity was expected of them due to how they had been stereotyped, stereotypes that had spawned the occasional cartoon in newspapers with them staggering out of a lab, smoking, with captions about how it had been a blast.
Sadly, it seemed this officer thought such a joke was appropriate, the fact he had started laughing before he spoke telling you it was coming. "They got one of you to write them a speech, did they?" he started, struggling not to laugh as he delivered the punchline. "I'm sure that must have been a blast!"
After the man had stopped laughing, there was a moment of awkward silence before he grumbled to himself and stepped aside so you could enter, giving you access to the many rows of chairs that had been set before a podiu, ready for the speech.
RAM:
The officer was nervous at first as you moved so, yet, the presence of the mundane items in your pockets at least alleviated this worry to an extent. Still, he watched you carefully as he listened to you talking about the contents of the bag, his attention firmly on it as he narrowed his eyes, rubbed his chin and let out a brief huff.
"Sir, I can't understand what you're saying, could you speak a little more clearly?" came his words, slower than before, though his attempt to follow up was cut off by another officer approaching.
"Ey, Robin, we 'ave a fight t'break up, come give us an 'and."
Scowling, the officer hurried away, leaving the gate unguarded for the time being. It'd no doubt be moments before someone else manned it, though the question was, did you risk it or not?
Armok:
Technomancers, such easy people to find, people that stood out more than you would have, had you been able to mask your presence from those in the city. They were always such easily identifiable people, charred attire, chemical stains and a general absence of signs of life. At least when they were dead, that was, when it came to the ones who were alive, you didn't have the foggiest where to start.
You figured however, that you would find them loitering about the square, that they would be keenly interested in the matter at hand given that they were one of the technocracy's representatives.
Find them you did, too!
Several of them were sat there, beside a man in uniform with their hands behind their backs. They almost fit the prior criteria perfectly, too, apart from the fact they were very much alive. "Ah, gentlemen, I hear you are the ones to come to for things of more spectacular natures," You paused, for dramatic effect before you spoke up once more "I am in need of the services of those like yourself, to aquire things that fizzle and go boom, things that-" You were cut short as the officer nearby yelled something about that being a good as he needed to hear, before he pulled the men to their feet and hauled them away.
Right in the middle of your inquiries into performing, too!
How very rude.
Nirur:
You were out of place here, with what you took to be representatives of the smiths guild being people that appeared to have never seen a hard days work in their lives. Worse still, the one you attempted to talk to about such matters seemed to be uninterested, telling you that you should inquire at the guild house, not chatter idly about such matters with the potential state of emergency.
The sound of yelling from behind you marked the departure of the men who had been behind you prior, with them being pulled along by a chain linked through their handcuffs. A strange man briefly caught your attention there, though he was clearly no smith. Infact, he seemed more like one of the aristocracy who had already arrived and been ushered into the square.
You were about to inquire with another of the smiths, when the music that filled the air was replaced with an announcement, one in the voice of an older man, a man you couldn't see at this point.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Right Honourable Lord Morten will be delivering his speech soon, please seat yourselves in an orderly manner."
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