01-31-2018, 11:43 PM
The dark version of her was most certainly not getting a dungeon, Warren decided. To put it bluntly he was not going to allow her to create a dungeon for the place because of the possibility of her locking him inside there. This Prime was powerful enough on her own, when she was just regular Hecate. Her dark counterpart was something out of a horror story, and one Warren didn't want to tell others. She did not understand science and so she had a lot to learn about the technology that he was going to teach her about. While she assumed it was something from fantasy novels, it was not actually. Not that he'd ever read rubbish like that, anyway. A dungeon was going to be a problem he didn't want to deal with. On the other hand, though a dungeon could come in handy. If he ever found the copycat who had been ruining his name, Warren knew what he was going to do to that person. A dungeon was a good place to put the imitator who was an irritation to his very mind.
"Fine," lied Warren. "You'll have your bath house, and dungeon. Now, could you put her back in charge, for the forseeable future?" The Quarterback of Chaos did not want to deal with her dark side more than was mandatory. Or, if he could get out of doing it, at all. To avoid dealing with her dark side meant that Warren had to do something about her dark side. What he was going to do, was not known to him yet. There had to be some solution. He was a scientist. And while he didn't know enough about personalities to make a difference, honestly, he knew he could probably juryrig some sort of neural scrambler, or suppressor thing that would prevent Dark Hecate as he had dubbed that part of her personality from ever taking control again. A clearing that held ancient ruins that looked like they had once been a castle. While castles were not a style that Warren particularly liked to use, because of their old school nature and too many hidden passages, they did have advantages. Still, it beat the alternative of not having anywhere but a clearing to begin building the place they were going to call home.
It was times like these that Warren really wished he had his NFL-R fully operational. In the future, perhaps he would be able to get the device working the way he needed it to. Getting his armor back was something he really wanted to do, to be honest. "Here's a good place," said Warren as he looked at the ruins. Sure they were going to need a lot of work in order to get operational. They were however, the best choice and as such were the one he'd have picked anyway. While he didn't know who they had previously belonged to, Warren couldn't say he honestly cared. His sore, aching muscles made him wish that he had somewhere to lay his head down. And he was going to have somewhere, if he had to build it himself entirely out of Omnilium, that was what he was going to do. However, he didn't. Hecate was going to help him. Likely he didn't know enough on his own to rid her of Dark Hecate, but he was going to find a way. "This place is going to need more than a fair share of work, between the both of us. However, we both need to learn how to use Omnilium for bigger things than simple weapons, and honestly I'd prefer if we had a roof over our heads. Restoring this into a castle is not going to be easy. I think we should call it Fort Zimmer-Rothchild. What do you think of that name?" asked Warren to her.
"Fine," lied Warren. "You'll have your bath house, and dungeon. Now, could you put her back in charge, for the forseeable future?" The Quarterback of Chaos did not want to deal with her dark side more than was mandatory. Or, if he could get out of doing it, at all. To avoid dealing with her dark side meant that Warren had to do something about her dark side. What he was going to do, was not known to him yet. There had to be some solution. He was a scientist. And while he didn't know enough about personalities to make a difference, honestly, he knew he could probably juryrig some sort of neural scrambler, or suppressor thing that would prevent Dark Hecate as he had dubbed that part of her personality from ever taking control again. A clearing that held ancient ruins that looked like they had once been a castle. While castles were not a style that Warren particularly liked to use, because of their old school nature and too many hidden passages, they did have advantages. Still, it beat the alternative of not having anywhere but a clearing to begin building the place they were going to call home.
It was times like these that Warren really wished he had his NFL-R fully operational. In the future, perhaps he would be able to get the device working the way he needed it to. Getting his armor back was something he really wanted to do, to be honest. "Here's a good place," said Warren as he looked at the ruins. Sure they were going to need a lot of work in order to get operational. They were however, the best choice and as such were the one he'd have picked anyway. While he didn't know who they had previously belonged to, Warren couldn't say he honestly cared. His sore, aching muscles made him wish that he had somewhere to lay his head down. And he was going to have somewhere, if he had to build it himself entirely out of Omnilium, that was what he was going to do. However, he didn't. Hecate was going to help him. Likely he didn't know enough on his own to rid her of Dark Hecate, but he was going to find a way. "This place is going to need more than a fair share of work, between the both of us. However, we both need to learn how to use Omnilium for bigger things than simple weapons, and honestly I'd prefer if we had a roof over our heads. Restoring this into a castle is not going to be easy. I think we should call it Fort Zimmer-Rothchild. What do you think of that name?" asked Warren to her.