The lack of Vines in the building relieves Prometheus a little of his concerns... a little. At least it meant the Building likely wouldn't be falling down on their heads.

Using the Camera Drone from Noah, Prometheus quickly flies around the complex, trying to ascertain just how many city blocks are covered in these Vines, and if their is an obvious center to the spread.

As he does so he replies to Noah, "Do you want me to get Alyssa back online? Even if I can't connect her to the company servers I could probably connect her to the Internet via a Satellite to prove the world still exists. She must be fairly concerned given how little warning anyone had." Or going insane... that was possible too. He couldn't imagine suddenly not being able to see or hear the world you normally could, with no one to guide you.

He paused for a moment and added, "Does anyone know if the Campus has some sort of Lake?"

Noah pointed to Argentus and Prom. "You'll want to talk to them about making stuff. I'm here for the lady and the technology. In that order." He smiled a bit. "Not sure the academy is directly part of the synthetic side of the company. For all I know this whole place was made to ready the way for the new towers."

"But do let me know if you need dragon fire or something. I tend to make my own stuff... Thinking of such, is there a synth factory here? I'm dead out of parts for repair or anything else."

He shook his head to Prom, "We need a few hundred synths online before we do anything with her. Right now she is a mother without her kids, all that happens is panic. We really need to go to the synth yards before too long, that would help her more."

OOC: the campus is ocean side... though it's still walled in.


 Vulcan smiled enthusiastically "Of course! What is it you need crafted? There is a Synthetic workshop here, but it's mostly for maintenance and repair."
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Noah scratched the back of his head. "I kinda need parts for Alex's mother. And I likely need to upgrade it to be able to pull off the doppelganger system, Dream slash brain dance systems, and the new memory backup system." His tail thumped on the ground a bit. "May need to get you upgraded as well. But that can come in time. Anything I can do for you while I am at it? Not every day a tech drops by."

 Vulcan looked somewhat sad. "I'm sorry, but I'm not authorized to give away school property. You'll need to speak with the Administrator about that. I'm fine, however. All of my maintenance has been taken care of and I have been upgraded with a heat resistant coating to prevent damage... though I am somewhat hungry. If your request is not urgent, would you mind waiting until I return from the cafeteria?"

Noah nodded, "It has been three months hasnt it?" Noah went digging back into his bag, "Not knowing this place personally its not likely anything in the kitchen is still good. Not worry." Noah pulled a few meal bars out of his bag. He always had tons of them as he thought one of the best things ever had been meal bars.

"Ive got a few bottles of water too. Its going to be a bit before we can get everything back online."

 Vulcan tilted his head quizzically as he took the meal bar. "Is the cafeteria staff missing?"

Noah shrugged, "Just an assumption. New York is covered in vines and most synth tech is shut down without anything being turned back on yet. Is it all automated and able to keep fresh without refrigeration?"

 Vulcan thought for a moment and nodded. "And what of the humans? Does no one work here anymore?"

Noah shrugged again, "So far as we know we are the only humans here." He looked down and back up. "Well they are the only humans here. If you like I can try to splice into the security system or do you know if there was any kind of shelter lock down or something?"

Mistral stood by as Noah spoke with the understandably-disoriented synth-smith.  She cut in, "All operations of the Adoni Institute are suspended until further notice, Monsieur Vulcan.  We have been sent by l'Administrateur to seek your help with a new mission.  We must rescue Doctor Emily Lennis, who has been captured by enemies."

She looked the synth up and down appraisingly, then said, "Cold iron.  We will need weapons forged from this material.  Can you do this?"

"I would ask that you not perform any illegal activities while on campus, but, if you're looking for the shelter, there is a large underground warehouse on the north end of the complex that can be used to evacuate people in case of an emergency."


 However, as Mistral spoke, Vulcan's face became concerned. "Miss Emily has been captured? Oh no! I'll help any way I can... Cold Iron. That's something I haven't been asked to work before but I understand the theory behind it. It's iron worked at a very low temperature, just hot enough to make it malleable. The resulting item is far more brittle than other forms of iron."

 Vulcan went to a box and began to pull out iron rich rocks and lay them out on a metal table. He removed the bellows from the forge and replaced it with something smaller, making several alterations to the forge before he began.

Noah nodded once. "Seems like that is the place to go then. Up for a bit of an adventure once we get the iron? I know we need to get going to the realm but it may be a good idea to help people get going while we are gone."

Sal said, "No objections here. Though I do need to stock up on synthetic blood. Oh, Vulcan, can you possibly make cold iron bullets?"

Argentus watched Vulcan carefully and pitched in where he could.  He asked questions like how tell when right temperature had been reached, and how to hot was too hot for it to remain cold iron.  "While getting the iron is the primary goal, I would like to know how to work it - in case the need should arise while we are away."  He explained.

Sal also wishes to learn what he can about the process, and takes notes, either on his slate, or on a notepad if one is available.

Prometheus blinked, and Noah would have felt him loose control of the Drone for a second before catching it.

"We have a problem." He swallowed, "I can't see the end of the Vines. I can see New York and the buildings are STILL covered in vines. As in literally climbing up the sides of the Empire State building covered.

Also....they seem to be gathering near water....both regular and Salt....so its quite possible they have crossed off Long Island. And given that New York was fine 3 days ago, there is some serious question how far they will spread if we leave them, say... another week. Growth, after all, is exponential."

 Vulcan paid no mind to Promethius's explanation about the vines. He seemed only to care for what he was doing, explaining that cold iron was basically raw iron ore beaten into a desired shape over a relatively low flame, impurities mostly intact within the metal. Slag sparked off what he worked as he made his explanation, working the raw iron into a more easy to work with shape.

 "Bullets will be difficult. I'm not a chemist or a machinist, those are two buildings over. I can make the heads but the machining of a bullet and the creation of gunpowder are very different things. I can make most simple tools out of it though. What would you like to make?"

 When the basic prep work was done, he let Argentus and Sal work on the actual forging (assuming they don't stop to attend to Promethius's proclamation that everything as far as the drone could see was covered in vines), leaving Sal glad that his ring subdues a vampire's natural fear of fire.

OOC: Argentus and Sal can now buy a specialization in craft (blacksmith) for 1/2 XP even if they wouldn't normally qualify

Noah moved up and over Mistral for a moment as his wings came down like a big cloak over her momentarily to establish the connection. "Ill be back. Going to patch their repair station." His plan was to give the schematics for the recall and dream systems to it so as they go in for basic repairs over time they get updated.

That or one of the synths tell their buddies about their dreams and they all go in.

Sal says, "That depends on whether said weapons need to be hidden, or even can be. I imagine none of the inhabitants of Faerie take kindly to brandishing weapons designed solely for killing them."

 Vulcan spoke up. "If concealability is a concern, then might I suggest a knife?"

Sal replied, "That's the question. Is concealability a concern? Can you even conceal iron from a faery? Or should we just have Mistral stick everything in, say... a pocket dimension to summon when needed?"

The lack of concern by everyone else about plants able to move miles in days concerned Prometheus...but then again, it was perhaps hard to grasp how big a deal that was, and how much it shattered the Veil.

However it seemed unless he proved they were a threat, or showed their danger in other ways, they would focus on the main task.

Okay....I saw Noah Channel spells through these Drones, through nanobots...and this is the same thing right. I am linked to my Syth tech, and my Syth tech is linked to it. Its eyes are mine, and its will is mine. So, this should work. Maybe."

Closing his eyes he focused on seeing through the Camera, seeing through the eyes of the Drone once more. To slide out of his body for a moment, up the datalink, and into the drone as much as actually possible.

And then, he cast a spell to trace the movement of energy through the vines he saw. Photosythesis didn't produce enough energy for this kind of growth, so it had to be coming from somewhere and flowing through the plant.

If he was lucky it was just feeding on a generator. More realistically it could have taken over a Hallow and was eatting all the Tass to grow. What was terrifying was this was possibly something from the Primal Wilds.



<b>OOC:
04:02, Today: Promethius rolled 2 successes using 4d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,2,8,8.  Life + Gnosis (Rest of Dice).

04:02, Today: Promethius rolled 1 success using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 9.  Life + Gnosis (One Mana Spent).</b>
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Mistral went very still at hearing this news.  She said, "That is... a concern.  The vines are not natural, évidemment."  She considered and then let out a sigh.  "The Tower of the Leaden Coin is no more, as is its dampening effect upon the Primal Wilds.  Monsieur Talion mentioned a possibility of 'over-saturation' from that realm, and I believe we now see it.  I will... make une enquête."  Mistral took a seat at the edge of the blacksmithy and withdrew a small brass mirror, and her eyelids fluttered as she cast her sight afar.


Mistral agreed with Vulcan, "Knives, oui, s'il vous plaît.  Small and concealable, balanced to be thrown.  Such would be ideal for my use."  To Sal she nodded and said, "I can stow the weapons in this way and recall them when needed.  It would be wise, je pense, as it is my understanding that the fae can smell cold iron.  To carry them with us would prematurely signal a threat."


When Noah's wings lifted away they revealed Mistral looking at him with an impassive gaze that might be interpreted as a glare, though with her it could be hard to tell.  She inclined her head and said evenly, "À bientôt."

"That was my assumption when Talion had mentioned the possibility of over-saturation. I saw the vines the last time I went out for supplies-- before the Concilium. I assumed they were a side effect of the magical storm. Obviously the vines are a big problem, and probably a symptom of a bigger one, but surely they are problems that the local mages the MIB, or Talion himself will be motivated and equipped to deal with. Meanwhile, to my knowledge, no one else is trying to rescue this doctor, so I feel we should focus on the task at hand," said Sal in response to Mistral's reaction to the vines.