The man had unusual orange hair fading into bright blue at the ends, a dark green top hat with deep purple flowers as an accent and multiple cartilage earrings.His clothing was questionable too, but that didn’t matter to Robin.After all, he was...
“Mad Piper, doyouthinkyou’ll beableto produce identification cards for all 200 people?”
Thenameis cheesy too.
Saying hisnameleft aweirdtaste in her mouth almost as ifcallinga person whohadthename,Helga.The game offered a hybrid breed between Alice’s Mad Hatter and the classic nursery rhyme whichmayormaynot have a darker theme as the castle advisor.But why did her own brotherchoosehim as the advisor?
He retreated his long row of spectacles, as in a glass layered on top of a few other lenses, which seemed really unnecessary looking through the notebook.“Ah yes!Of course, I can!”Andwith a spring in his step, went inside a hunky compartment rivaling that of Dr. Seuss''s fictionalmachines.
Themachinerumbled, a few clanks and engine grunts could be heard.As a matter of fact, the whole room was filled with theseweirdmachinesand whatnots.As the rumbling became louder, Robin took a few steps back worried thelargemachinewould explode at any moment.
It was only until a loud boom resounded throughout the room, did Robin gave a small yelp.
A puff of gray smoke came out of the cone-shaped opening, the stench of CO2 diffusing into the room tickling at her nostrils.Piper came out from thesmallcompartment with a loud swing of the door.He gave her a huge grin showing his perfectly straight teeth, and the circular goggles enlarged his eyes presented an almost comical view.
With long strides, he went to theveryend ofthe machine where the finished product laid andquicklyhandedthe box of plastic identification cards.
“These?”
“Faces!And their country of origin, plus their date of birth!”hefinished.Hehappily clapped his gloved hands at the stunned expression etched across Robin’s face.
“Explain.”
Hedeeply bowed to the point whereitseemedhewas trying to touch his toes, “Of course Mademoiselle.TheMachinotron6000,hasthe capability of identifying and producingnumerousamount of things from the informationitis given.AllIhave to do is press some buttons totellitwhatIwant and the thing is made!Amazing isitnot?”Hewiggled his brows in delight, displaying a satisfying grin.
“...”
Forget it.It’s like trying to ask Suess of the actual science behind his machines or where babies come from.
“Furthermore, these plasticcardscan’t be cut, ripped, burned, drenched, or harmed in any way!”he added.
Thecardshad the same sort of texture like the identificationcardsshe received but also included a picture, country of origin, and date of birth.Basically, it was exactly the same as any other residentcardor driver license.
“By the way,youwouldn’t mind if I cameto consultyouabout the starting foundations just outside of the castle, wouldyou?”
“Oh!Of course!What do you plan on creating?”heponderedout loud.
“I want to create a basic community or something along the lines of a capital if possible, but for now focus on the underground structure of how the city will be, including waste disposal, an underground waterline, a large-scale public electricity generator and recreational areas.”
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If Robin were tocreatea country, she mightas wellexpend thebestresources like anyone would inS*mC*tyon cheats.Happierpeople meantbetterproductivity.
“If possible, I alsowantyou tocreatea team of researchers tocreatea way for harvesting magic power continuously and connect it to all parts of the city.Essentially, an electricity grid but instead uses mana, if that makes any sense."Robintook a nearby pen drawing a box that representedwherethemainsource of energy was created and connected it to thecrappilydrawn house.
What Robin imagined wascreatingsectors in parts of theto-be-citythat produced some form of reusable energy to be used in homes and such.Shestoppedand tapped the pen a few times beforerealizingsomething very important.
Could Iusethe dark magic stones as waste disposal?Createasmallvacuum and isverysimilar to a black hole.
Itwas if an epiphany struck her at odd times, butnonethelessaveryinterestingidea.Hypothetically she coulduseit, as long there was a magic outlet connecting toit.As for whetheritposed a threat or not, made Robin think of future implications.
“Actually,fornowIwantyou to test a little hypothesis for me regarding the dark magic stones,” she tore away the page andhandeditto Hatter.He simply hummed looking at the wrinkled paper.
“Interesting.Mmhm.Interesting.”Tappingat his long painted nails against his cheeks.
Shequicklyglanced at her own nails before speaking, “I’llleavethat to you for now.Ihavesomething to do for the meanwhile.”
Robin left Hatter toponderwith his own thoughts and would eventually consult him at alaterdate.Itwas dusk, at leastit’s what Robin assumed from thedarkskies.The rain stopped a long time ago, with the sky clear and darker than ever.Maybeitwas evening but one thing was certain, Robin was starving.
She headed towards the kitchen and was greeted by Quinn again halfway to her destination.A faintscentof rosesalwaysaccompanied Quinn,a bitof an addictingscentthat distracted her hunger for just a tadbit.
“Master, dinner has been served in the dining room.”
“What about the guests?”Robin asked, redirecting her route towards the dining room.
“They will be served in their respective rooms thistimearound andprohibitedto leave for thetime being,”Quinn replied.
Robin hummed in response.“I’ll head to their quarters to give them their identification cards after dinner then.As for the candidates I requested…”
“No worries, Master.I have found two very suitable candidates and are currentlyawaitingyour arrival in the dining room.”
Great.Thentheplancan be settled faster than I expected.
Shehoped herplanwouldbea success because Robin did not make or propose aplanB.Shefelt as thoughshewas pushing herplansa bit too fast, but time was precious after all.