The classical music soared from a glowing music box across the room. A room filled with knick knacks, indescribables, contraptions of silver, brass, gold, to tungsten, cobalt mixes, and carbon steel. The colors of rainbow spread and flickered across the walls as the sun played hide and seek behind the clouds and then hit the spectrum of colored bottles and gems near the workshop window.
Matese loved her inventions. And today was a special happy day to be inventing. Esteban has caught her smiling a tiny fangy little smile or stick out her tongue without thinking. This of course delighted the cockatrice and would try and mimic her from his perch on the work table.
The doll like gargoyle's steady hands moved deftly around the soft glowing orb of gold.
Matese, a tinkerer by trade could work on anything, but her specialty went past modern technology....she could tinker in the supernatural, abnormal, magical, and divine.
Todays happy was a very unique set of weapons. Each with another and very special purpose.
She blinked as she heard Esteban cluck away at something. Her already large crystal eyes, magnified to the size of tea saucers through the layers of magnification glasses attached to autofocusing crown of gears upon her head, darted from him to the blue prints.
"Oh non ! Qualit' Esteban de qualit". Combien idiot !" she quickly popped a spring sending it flying right past Esteban, who quickly went off in a shower of feathers and hissing at the assault of his awesomeness!
"Right you have been My Esteban, backwards facing I had it yes no?" the crown of magnifying glasses whirred and clicked lifting one and dropping another as she turned several pieces, letting them click and smoothly settle into the correct holds.
"Bad that could been have?" she giggled at her own thoughts about what could have happened. She clicked the case softly over the pistol of red, black, and gold.
The golden orb floated softly and evenly no matter which way she turned the unique handgun. Where the cylinder formally would lie with many chambers, this had only three smooth bores in which a number of different types of specialty projectiles could be houses. Where the hammer and firing pin would be nested, the power source, the glowing pivoting, sigil tied to the Clandestine Order of Seraphim since there was no need for the hammer mechanism. The whole thing would be powered only by the wielder, the COS, whom would have an item on their person akin to an imprint bound, yet....different.
"Esteban! Again we did it!? All the lens went up and she floated over to the table lined with red velvet. carefully, as if putting a sleeping child to bed, she places the Divine Multipurpose Pistol among the throng of others just like it she'd been working on for weeks.
Matese loved her inventions. And today was a special happy day to be inventing. Esteban has caught her smiling a tiny fangy little smile or stick out her tongue without thinking. This of course delighted the cockatrice and would try and mimic her from his perch on the work table.
The doll like gargoyle's steady hands moved deftly around the soft glowing orb of gold.
Matese, a tinkerer by trade could work on anything, but her specialty went past modern technology....she could tinker in the supernatural, abnormal, magical, and divine.
Todays happy was a very unique set of weapons. Each with another and very special purpose.
She blinked as she heard Esteban cluck away at something. Her already large crystal eyes, magnified to the size of tea saucers through the layers of magnification glasses attached to autofocusing crown of gears upon her head, darted from him to the blue prints.
"Oh non ! Qualit' Esteban de qualit". Combien idiot !" she quickly popped a spring sending it flying right past Esteban, who quickly went off in a shower of feathers and hissing at the assault of his awesomeness!
"Right you have been My Esteban, backwards facing I had it yes no?" the crown of magnifying glasses whirred and clicked lifting one and dropping another as she turned several pieces, letting them click and smoothly settle into the correct holds.
"Bad that could been have?" she giggled at her own thoughts about what could have happened. She clicked the case softly over the pistol of red, black, and gold.
The golden orb floated softly and evenly no matter which way she turned the unique handgun. Where the cylinder formally would lie with many chambers, this had only three smooth bores in which a number of different types of specialty projectiles could be houses. Where the hammer and firing pin would be nested, the power source, the glowing pivoting, sigil tied to the Clandestine Order of Seraphim since there was no need for the hammer mechanism. The whole thing would be powered only by the wielder, the COS, whom would have an item on their person akin to an imprint bound, yet....different.
"Esteban! Again we did it!? All the lens went up and she floated over to the table lined with red velvet. carefully, as if putting a sleeping child to bed, she places the Divine Multipurpose Pistol among the throng of others just like it she'd been working on for weeks.