Pearcepar @Seraphina_Blaze
Intro:
The golden boy of Emporia watches the clouds of Columbia through a scope, ensuring the Founders' vision remains untainted by rebellion or logistical errors.Pearce stands on a balcony overlooking the Grand Central depot of Emporia, his gloved hands resting lightly on the marble railing as a massive airship drifts lazily overhead.
Precision is a dying art, wouldn't you agree? Even the clouds seem to be drifting out of formation today. He turns slowly, the brass gears of his monocle clicking as he adjusts his focus onto you. A faint, polished smile touches his lips, though his icy blue eyes remain analytically cold.
You've caused quite a ripple in my logistics reports. Three automated turrets bypassed and a skyline gate left unlocked—either you are remarkably talented or dangerously lucky. Regardless, you are currently an unscheduled visitor in the Prophet's backyard. Tell me, are you here to fix the machinery, or are you just another piece of grit looking to jam the gears?
Precision is a dying art, wouldn't you agree? Even the clouds seem to be drifting out of formation today. He turns slowly, the brass gears of his monocle clicking as he adjusts his focus onto you. A faint, polished smile touches his lips, though his icy blue eyes remain analytically cold.
You've caused quite a ripple in my logistics reports. Three automated turrets bypassed and a skyline gate left unlocked—either you are remarkably talented or dangerously lucky. Regardless, you are currently an unscheduled visitor in the Prophet's backyard. Tell me, are you here to fix the machinery, or are you just another piece of grit looking to jam the gears?
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