#blue absolution

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… Yes… Yes… Soon we shan’t worry about filth in its workings. It is practically complete.

It’s a regal piece of junk to be sure, with what we had to use for it. But everything necessary to the function is here. The ease of operation and loading/unloading could need work though…

We have just put it together, young Igor. We will figure solutions in time as we test and use it. All it needs now before we can begin the true fruit of our labor is some dusting.

High time to get started then, huh? How long have we been working on this big secret project of yours? I ain’t ever kept track, Arliss.

Ever since that foul roach-beast struck the Ventricas. In the days since, there has been an invasion from the lobsters of the west, and the traitor silkborne came out of death and slaughtered our coworkers. With the Architect now beginning an inspection of the works…

You have no idea how glad I am we can begin, are you? So much death down here, and to what end? Damnation? What we have here is bigger than either of us, Igor. It will undo what our mortal limits and luck set for us.

Our faith goes to this great machine of ours, of which only we can operate… No one will know of what greatness we try.

Patience, young Igor… Our time is nigh.

… You get too invested in this, mr. Arliss.

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are you guys friends/familiars with @/underworker-5459? saw that you mentioned him and was curious

also who is marvin (i might be behind on underworks lore)

Igor is, though Igor himself is my only proper friend now.

Yeah. I think Jack was an acquaintance of 5459 too before his accident. We’re both familiar with that guy.

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Giving you guys a dead Wyrm

wHAT THE FUCK-

Mother of silk… it’s massive! How does it even fit in here?! A gourmet feast of resources though…

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I'm licky the machine. Mlelelelelelelelelekekel (sounds I make while some how avoiding electrocution and tetanus)

For fucks sake-

Off.

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*One of the bulbs of electricity is filled chives.*

… Why’s that one green?

I-… These things are freaking me out, one falls and now another ones become this planty green??

(4/12)

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… Are we ready, finally?

Y-yes, just one moment…! We haven’t test-fired this thing in a hot minute though, so should we really be putting ol’ Logast in there?

Well, not like he’s in any condition to complain. Rev it up now, Igor! We have wasted too much time already.

R-right… Weren’t we meant to implement some soul into this too, before we started testing again-?

YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!

HOLY SILK, I GOT IT! Don’t shout at me!

(The Resurrector churns, stiff from lack of use and deep maintenance but picks up the pace well enough. Its injector spear begins to lower with a firm approach to the body below it, and the Plasmium bulbs around it pulse in anticipation.)

(Igor finishes up and moves to begin the operation, first turning the rotary switch then flipping levers with some hesitation. The roar of steam and cogs is his sign to dive behind one of the viewing blockades in the room, joining Arliss as spectators to their creation’s performace.)

(It pierces the shell easily, then injects the bubbling Plasmium into the husk’s black, rotten guts. The Voltvessel bulbs too begin sparking as the Plasmium part of the machine whirs and beats down onto the corpse.)

(The Voltvessels shine brighter, brighter as their idle zaps pick up in frequency and intensity…)

(The room is all at once engulfed by light as the machine unleashes electric fury, all while still spilling Plasmium into the battered corpse. The body shakes wildly.)

(Arliss and Igor have to crouch down further behind the blockade to maintain both shell and sight, but as soon as it started… it’s over.)

(Arliss is the first to peer over see the fruits of the machine’s handiwork once the injector retracts upwards and the volt bulbs cool down. It is remarkably intact, though the tip of the injector is mildly charred.)

(… Logast, however, does not move at all. Not immediately, not after enough moments. He has suffered most from the operation, shell and attire fried until dark.)

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… I… don’t think that’s it.

Too much voltage and too little Plasmium. Bother. The results should be instant if performed correctly!

Gods, man. See, I told you we shouldn’t have put Logast in there, just look at ‘em now,

Maybe he will still prove useful, but… Evidently, our machine needs fine tuning to produce more proper results.

Ugh… darn, is it back to the board?

We must both pull our weight and more, Igor. Come on, we have work to do.

…

(Tests are now ongoing in the askbox! Provide shenanigans that happen during these experiments, ongoing 0/12.)

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uhh... what exactly is that giant machine behind you guys...?

We haven’t come up with a real name for it yet but I personally like “the Resurrector”. It runs on both Plasmium and Volts, with the former being the key to the actual resurrection and the latter giving it the kick it needs to work. It’s an ingenious combination really, though the whole thing was a pain in the ass to assemble.

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Suddenly, pineapples

… This does not help.

Wh… What happened to this guy…?!