((Time warping here as I skipped doing any sort of RP for those few posts gloating at how awesome of a win that was)) Time seemed to stretch as the ominous construct floated above them. It spoke of a technomatriarchy, ruled by a computer with serious gender issues. It ended when the maid buried the knife into the body of the puppet that was Dan Lawrence, an unfortunate soul tapped by this evil software. However, the loss of the puppet seemed to have carried over to the mechanical being, and it died just as the host had, it's final screech in the form of the exploding temple. His body was hurled a great distance, landing amongst the ruins and rubble much like the others. He stood, shaking the dust from himself with near minute micro vibrations from various different pieces of robotics found through most of his body. In fact, most was disingenuous, there were only three key places where the technology wasn't firmly entrenched; heart, lungs, and brain. His heart, which beat with somewhat enhanced robotics but was, for all intents and purposes, organic. Was it his first heart? My lord, no. This was his... eighth? Ninth? There were enough impoverished families of healthy people who would gladly give up one of their children for a passport, citizenship, and apartment within Nova Sidessia. Some of those families even managed to strike it on their own, and one family even had a member on the board of directors. Sometimes all it took was a little push from an external force to really change a situation. He felt that push, somewhat ironically. It occurred to him that his right side was responding fine, but his left arm was... gone. Shorn off just above the elbow, it left him a little nub that jittered in occasional spasms. He mentally turned off the connections that held that nub in place, and it fell to the ground and broke, it's electroceramic construction shattering without the life sustaining electricity it required. His immediate exterior was showing, and he realized that his clothes had been blown of of him by the blast. He scanned, and found his jacket, which he wrapped around himself and buttoned. He grabbed the left sleeve and brought it up, doubling it up and electrically charging the fabric to knit together. Ahh the wonders of electricity! Did I mention that Nova Sidessia was home to one of the most efficient power networks ever? How did you think the baron made his money? He was a power tycoon, and he had tasted them all; hydro, solar, nuclear, hell, he even still had an operating coal plant. The man loved electricity, and technology. He made his way back to the main hall, and to the rest of his peers. He looked around at those in attendance, and smiled. Well, approximated a smile. Servos whined and moved, and the structure shifted slightly, but you could tell he was happy. He barely even missed his arm. He'd get a replacement eventually. "So, that was exciting was it not my friends!? Ahhh I am all jazzed up. I will not be able to sleep tonight." He rooted around in the pocket of his jacket and brought forth a small pad. It sprang to life, and a sinister looking box was detailed in deep detail. "This is the item Sarkus gave me last night. It is apparently a cursed lockbox of some sort, and I do not intend to open it. Whoever owns it is blocked from scrying. That's all I understand about it." He set the holo down onto the table for anyone else to look over. This night would probably be quite exciting.