02-01-2018, 02:32 PM
"This while not to my standards will have to do," groaned Warren, as he toured the understocked lab of the Castle where he was going to begin development of his own minions. The two of them may agree on a few things, such as the castle needing a dungeon in the case of both him and Dark Hecate, but Warren still wanted to rid Hecate of her as an issue. The problem was, for the life of him he could not figure out the how. How did one rid oneself of a personality one did not desire to have around? As he examined the empty lab that was where he was supposed to build all of the equipment he needed, Warren sighed. Supplies were going to need to be obtained. This of course meant they were going to have to gear up and actually do a raid of sorts in order to obtain the needed equipment for themselves. To say he was not amused about having to perform a raid in order to stock the castle with the supplies it needed was the understatement of the year. If he had his choice they'd avoid doing such a thing, but really he didn't have the choice in this matter. More equipment was needed if he was to succeed at his long term goals. Due to both this, and the problem that the castle's cannons were not operational, Warren knew he was going to have to make some new plans.
Right now he didn't feel up to the task of creating more supplies out of Omnilium. Sure he could, but his everything ached. What he really wanted to do was lay down, and get himself some rest. Upon entering the bedroom that was to be his, Warren noticed something about the place. It was... completely empty. No pillows, no bed, no mattress, no paint in the room. The entire room was pure white. This was not going to do, it was not going to do at all for his room to look like this. Improvements needed to be made, which meant he'd have to ready himself for a raid so he could get the supplies he needed. The Quarterback of Chaos knew he needed to recruit more allies. Hecate was good, but she was not an army that he could call when he needed them the most. His skills needed to increase, as well. There was bound to be more skills that he could acquire for himself, to make him strong enough for the trials to come. Now that he had a home, it was going to need to be defended. Creating the defenses was not going to be easy, since the two of them owned the base. They were going to have to come up with defenses together, and Warren hoped Dark Hecate had no say in the subject of protecting the base.
Eventually he approached her on the battlements of the castle, and gazed out at the horizon. "A shame really. Those Storm Troopers, the white ones you talk about... they seem to hate me for no reason. I suspect someone is going around masquerading as me, but I could not be entirely sure on it," admitted Warren to her.
Right now he didn't feel up to the task of creating more supplies out of Omnilium. Sure he could, but his everything ached. What he really wanted to do was lay down, and get himself some rest. Upon entering the bedroom that was to be his, Warren noticed something about the place. It was... completely empty. No pillows, no bed, no mattress, no paint in the room. The entire room was pure white. This was not going to do, it was not going to do at all for his room to look like this. Improvements needed to be made, which meant he'd have to ready himself for a raid so he could get the supplies he needed. The Quarterback of Chaos knew he needed to recruit more allies. Hecate was good, but she was not an army that he could call when he needed them the most. His skills needed to increase, as well. There was bound to be more skills that he could acquire for himself, to make him strong enough for the trials to come. Now that he had a home, it was going to need to be defended. Creating the defenses was not going to be easy, since the two of them owned the base. They were going to have to come up with defenses together, and Warren hoped Dark Hecate had no say in the subject of protecting the base.
Eventually he approached her on the battlements of the castle, and gazed out at the horizon. "A shame really. Those Storm Troopers, the white ones you talk about... they seem to hate me for no reason. I suspect someone is going around masquerading as me, but I could not be entirely sure on it," admitted Warren to her.