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Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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She nodded, “Introductions, how we all met and if we finished the mission… I asked him what the plan was and he said he would tell us when we are altogether.” She replied, biting her lip a little.

"Oh. Okay. That's….good of him, I guess."
Bernon started to pay attention again. "How did he seem? Nice?"

“Nice enough. I said we we didn’t want to hand it over right away, I didn’t mention the plan, in case your wondering but he said that he was worried that when he grew power it would corrupt him, so to stop that he… well he is a father, adoptive not biologically…” She looked at her lap, not wanting to look at their faces.

"I wonder if that only strikes me as creepy because I'm feeling paranoid," Bernon remarked.
Mike shrugged. "Creepy or not, that all sounds fine for our purposes. Good work, Tanrial. I still want to give him the fake first, in case he's lying, but let's hear him out. Any objections?"

“None from me. Let’s just hope he won’t get made and try and blast our heads off when he finds out its a fake… oh and most of his kids have magic, we’ll they don’t call it magic but it’s magic to me.” She said, looking up.

"Good to know. So much of this plan relies on luck, it's frustrating. But there's nothing we can do about that right now. Bernon, wanna check the hall and see if Ryker's still there? I think we're ready to talk to him now."
Bernon peeked out the door and spoke briefly with someone, then let Ryker back in. Ryker shook his hand.
"Don't think we've been introduced," he said. "Maxwell."
"Bernon," Bernon said, smiling a bit stiffly. "Good to meet you."
"You too. So, I expect you three have some questions for me."

Tanrail nodded and crossed one leg over the other, “Yeah, we do. First off we would like to know what you are going to to do with the machine… thing.”

"All right." Ryker took a deep breath. "So. Are any of you aware of what that machine part is, or what it's capable of?"

She shook her head, “I’m not… I don’t think they do.”

"Well, it holds data. An entire archive of data, to be exact. So much knowledge has been lost in the last few decades–science, medicine, history, technology, and great literature. But this data drive could literally save civilization." He paused and suddenly looked anxious. "Is it safe? Was it damaged at all on the way?"

“It might have gone for a quick dip in a river but it’s fine, apart from that.” She said, shrugging a little.

Ryker stiffened. "It got wet?" His voice turned sharp. "It has very sensitive components. If the seal was broken, the slightest moisture could corrupt–"
"Don't worry," Bernon said quickly. "We had it wrapped up in oilcloth and it was in the center of my backpack, so the water didn't even reach it. We were only submerged for a few minutes, and it wasn't intentional."
Ryker said nothing, taking a moment to calm himself. Eventually he started speaking again. "I hope it's as safe as you say. It's more valuable than any amount of money could buy, although I will of course be rewarding you three with a considerable sum if all goes well. Here's my plan, in essence: I've reconstructed the array of machines which contain enough power to support and unlock the data drive. Using the knowledge within, I will bring back the techniques and teachings that once made our world a utopia, and together with my children, I will attempt to rebuild that utopia. Some things will have to change, of course. With magic in the picture, the only way to thrive and coexist with hat magic is to evolve humanity into something greater. Leila is one such evolved human. With her abilities, she will have nothing to fear in this harsh, dangerous world, and can life in peace and happiness wherever she chooses." He paused, clearly trying to reign in his excitement. "Do you see what I'm saying?"

Tanrial kept her face blank, “How much do you know about those times? It might seem like a utopia to people now but it some ways it wasn’t. Really only first world contries were a utopia and even then people still lived terribly.”

"Well, yes, you're right. Maybe 'utopia' is a strong word to use. But I definitely want to improve the situation we have now. So, so many people are suffering and afraid, night and day. I want to heal the sick, educate the children, house the homeless, and bring the cruel to justice. I can only achieve that with knowledge, and I can only acquire knowledge with that data drive."

"I guess you're right…" She said, "And that's all you're going to do with it? Nothing else, nothing less?"

"Well obviously there are many more complexities to the plan, but yes, that's the long and short of it. It will take some time to execute, because we first have to decipher the data and actually re-learn the techniques described within, but after that it's just a matter of reaching people and finding out what they need." He seemed to think of something and brightened. "Maybe you all could stay and help. We could use an ambassador in the magic-user community, Tanrial, and I'm sure we could find jobs for you boys as well. We'd be glad to have you."

"Oh, well um.. I'm honored. I'll need time to… think about it." She didn't really know what to say so settled on that, she glanced at Mike then at Bernon, wondering what they were going to say on the matter.

Mike didn't look exactly keep on the idea, while Bernon seemed torn. They both nodded in agreement with your statement.
Ryker sighed. "S'pose it's only fair to be patient. In the meantime…how are you feeling, Mike? Better?"
Mike shrugged. "Basically."
"Would you all like a brief tour of my HQ? It might help you make some decisions, and we could meet some of the kids along the way."

Tanrial nodded, "I wouldn't mind, what about you guys?"

"I'd like to have a look around," Bernon agreed. Mike gave in and nodded.
"Follow me, then," Ryker said, opening the door. "We'll start here in the hospital wing, then work our way up and along to the surface. Once we're done, I'll have supper made. I'll bet you're all getting hungry."
(Gotta go to bed now, seeya later ^^)

Tanrial shrugged, "A little, but you don't have too." She said, taking a better look at the hall when she left the room.
(okay, seeya^^
So… I start school again tomorrow meaning I won’t be able to come on as much. It also means that when you wake up and I’m going to bed, I’m not going to be able to respond as my laptop will be away… sorry)

(Okay, that's fine, don't worry about it ^^ I think my sister's job will be over for the season in like maybe a week? So pretty soon I hope we can go back to our old schedule. For now let's just leave a reply whenever we get a few minutes, whether or not we're both on)
The hallway, on closer inspection, was rather old and not quite as polished and fancy as it had first appeared, although it did seem sturdy enough and not in need of repairs. The paintings on the walls were mostly behind glass and carefully lit, with little signs below them giving the name, artist, and year of creation. Some were only very old, while others were downright ancient. One painting was from the 1600s, and it certainly looked its age.
Others, however, were much more recent. It seemed that someone in Ryker's adopted family was a painter, for some of the pieces were dated from only a few years ago and looked much more vivid. Most of the paintings were studies of the older works in the hall, but some showed scenes of things that existed now: the Gardeners, a humble village, the golden plains with the pure white clouds. They were quite good, and obviously the artist was painting from memory.
"This is the main hall of the hospital wing you're on here," Ryker was saying. "The first few doors lead to bedrooms, and farther down the hall we have labs and examination rooms, as well as a small coffee room for guests and recovering patients. The ER is right here, close to the entrance." He waved at a set of yellow-striped double doors on his left. "If we come this way, we'll be reaching the elevator next."

“Nice paintings…” Tanrial mumbled under her breath as they walked to where Ryker had said the elevator was. It was nothing new to her. A set of double, grey, metal doors sat, along with a button to summon it. The button lit up red and in a matter of minutes, the doors opened to reveal a small, square room.

"So you have electric power?" Mike asked as they entered the elevator.
"Correct," Ryker replied, pressing the button for the lowest floor. "I had this place built many years ago. It's powered by wind and sunlight, so the energy is clean and renewable."
"Do you ever have outages? Seems like the tech must be starting to wear out."
"The power does die, very rarely. Why do you ask?"
Mike shrugged. "Call me a nervous nellie, but small rooms powered by lightning alone make me jumpy. Is there a staircase for emergencies, is what I'm asking?"
"Oh. Yes, of course." Ryker smiled. "Don't worry. I have no more desire to be trapped deep underground than you do. And we do have a supply of backup power if we need it."

“These things are cool, don’t know why you’re so scared.” She said, smiling and stepping into the elevator, leaning up against the metal rail at the back.

"I'm not scared," Mike said. "Just cautious. Where I'm from, breaking down was about the only thing you could rely on machinery to do."
"That's fair, I suppose," Ryker conceded. "But don't worry. Even if the power were to be lost, my staff are very capable and could easily rescue us."
The elevator whirred downwards smoothly. Bernon stared at his blurry reflection in the wall, feeling out of place in such a clean, sleek environment. "So where are we going now?"
"To the main floor, where my children live, train, study, and relax. This is also the floor where guests stay, by the way. It's very nice, I think you'd like it."

Tanrial shrugged, “We’ll see, but from the looks of the other floor we’ve seen I don’t doubt it will be nice, like you said. How many children do you have exactly?” She asked, slightly curious.

Ryker looked slightly affronted at her comment, but chose to ignore it. "I have adopted sixteen boys and girls so far. Eric was the first, and has made the most advancements in his schooling, but the others are all equally smart and capable in their own ways. I think only seven of them are at home right now, sadly, but I hope you won't mind meeting them. Visitors are so rare these days."
"I wouldn't mind," Bernon said. "I'm really curious about them, actually."
Mike made a noncommittal noise. "Mm. Yeah."