Walk the Line (Basic Mechanist Training)

[Mikhail Vashael]

Daybreak. The Second of Junctior in the Season of Fall, Era XIV Post Fractum


The triangular structure before the outlaw near blotted out the sky with three pronged spiralling towers that plucked out it's golden pupil like a fork. Mikhail Vashael was almost impressed, but found his taste ran more to the traditional if he bothered to have one. Clearing his throat, the human entered the building through a large glass door while his mood didn't bother to improve much at all.
Reaching the lobby front desk, the man's blank features waited in unreaction while his mind mulled over second and third thoughts. Nodding quietly the man spoke.

"Good Brightening. I'm looking for a private trainer concerning the science of applied mechanics."

The Vagaran's curt statement did little to assure himself such a strange place could actually provide him with the knowledge necessary. If he didn't have prior business in the Confederation, he would not have made the trip at all. Such places were for intellectuals and people buried so deep in books they couldn't see the color of money.. What he needed was someone who was on the level, a practicality and direction akin to his own.. hmph. Perhaps simply a sense of pragmatism would be a good place to start. Any connection to his own principles would be wishful thinking here.

[Moonshrine]

Mikhail may not have been impressed with the building yet, but he probably didn't see its wonderful spectacular it made when the sun reached a certain position and the entire city was basked in color.

Regardless of his thoughts, he did indeed enter the building but never reached the front desk, as there wasn't one, just a long huge straight hallway leading to the center of the building with numerous corridors branching at right angles from it.

If he wished to speak his statement aloud, one of the numerous gnomes wondering the great hall carrying some object or another would respond, asking him if he how much research he had down, and that if he was starting he might want to go up to the top 4 stories where the massive library of the building was held. If he wished to explore forward some more he would find the training ground.

[Mikhail Vashael]

Wandering quietly through the halls of fidgety gnomes, Mikhail moved conscious of every step. Not to say the man wasn't intrigued more that the Butcher was there for reasons other then sightseeing. He explored further, quite tempted to turn round and leave, but some sort of bizarre curiousity pulled him further in.

Directing his question to a small figure who's glimpse briefly caught in the direction of his gaze, Vashael spoke the same question that had been on his mind upon not finding a desk of inquiry. He was here for training, but the word private hinted at discression. The principles of the gadgeteer, or mechanist were not so lofty to the applications he had for them. Though you would call them more then practical. The man paused for a response, his weapon belt exchanged for simple mercantile leather and two hidden blades. No need to raise eyebrows and heads in the same outing.


Stepping up to the library, Vashael looked for an appropriate agent to begin his study.