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[makehistoria]

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• Stocke uses <swordpacts> and <moirae> interchangeably; the former especially for Devil's Nest business. Any of his friends/fellow Nest employees probably have his number.   • He's careful to use randomized names on the network the rest of the time; watch out for that if you want your character to contact him about something he said! (Basically just come up with an excuse for them to recognize his writing and all is good.)

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[makehistoria]

Some work, [Stocke echoes quietly, amused. That might be too generous a way to put it...]

[Straight up the outside wall it is. Stocke gives himself a bit of a jump-start chasing after Garrett - a literal one, a jump aided by levitation until he hits his height limit. Then he digs his claws in and stares scaling the brick as it should be climbed.]

[He's nowhere near as fast as an arachne; Garrett shouldn't have any problems reaching the top a notable time before Stocke. But his half-smoke weight, and those claws, mean he's still pretty fast - he'll hop up to the face within a few minutes.]

[themasterthief]

[At this point in time, Garrett didn't expect any less from Stocke. He knew the other had probably been capable of keeping up with him before the monster changes, or at least very nearly. He knew the added abilities skewed some of their skills but Garrett tried not to think about it really.

He didn't wait for Stocke to join him, just expecting it would happen whenever the shade caught up. Garrett ducked inside through a high window and began his inspection of the interior layout and clock mechanisms. ]

[makehistoria]

[Dust swirls in the lights projected through the clock face and hangs on all available surfaces. There's a trail of footsteps in it up the stairs, so someone clearly does go through here, but not nearly as often as Garrett's recommended 'every night.']

[There's only one room up here, but it's tall and wide - it could be separated into sections, or platforms could be hung from the ceiling. It's also mostly empty - there are some crates piled in one corner, and a closet full of maintenance supplies in another, but nothing else.]

[The clock ticks away, slowly. The face is made of clouded glass - clear enough to let the light through, but not enough to see through.]

[The mechanisms... well. All are working, more or less. But there are certain things lashed together with cord or rubber bands where they've snapped and should be welded straight, and things squeak against each other as if they're rarely oiled.]

[Stocke ducks through the window himself, dropping to the floor silently despite the height.]

[themasterthief]

[The look on Garrett's face said enough about what he thought of the current tenant and his lackluster job on the clock mechanisms. For Garrett fixing his clocktower had never been about a job though. He had first learned how to maintain the mechanisms to keep anyone from noticing the original caretaker was absent. It had eventually evolved into a habit that was repetitious enough to be relaxing and calming.

Clearly the person keeping up with this clocktower found it only to be a job and nothing more. Either that or he was entirely too busy to properly maintain it but Garrett doubted that just by looking at the lesser fixings. Had it simply been time constraint by someone who loved the work he felt the fixes present would be obvious but well intentioned, rather than quick and dirty.

It didn't matter. Garrett turned back to Stocke and made a noncommittal gesture. He shook his head silently.]

[makehistoria]

[Both? Probably both. Someone who counted it nothing more than a job and was too busy to bother putting more time into it.]

[Stocke tilts his head, wry quirk to his mouth.] That bad?

[The shade hasn't actually been up here himself yet - his tendrils flinch at a particularly loud screech of un-oiled metal, and he glances at the mechanisms. Yeah, alright, definitely that bad.]

...if you think it's salvageable, [and are still interested in taking it up, left unsaid,] let me know what I should get you. [Not that Stocke doubts Garrett's ability to "obtain" anything for himself, but he can get stuff in bulk and save the arachne the trouble. Devil's Nest privileges!]

[Other things he doesn't voice but figures Garrett will pick up on: his help included, if the arachne wants it.]

[themasterthief]

That bad.

[Garrett glanced around. There wasn't much in the way of useful here. It wasn't set up to be a hole in the wall. Not like back home. Garrett would change that, with time to gather and set up.

But for now it just meant he didn't have anything to write on.]

I'll write a list. When I get around to it.