Updating [Diana]
Posted May 16, 2018 22:25:02 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on May 16, 2018 22:25:02 GMT -7
Once the opposing mages had fled, there was exactly nothing anyone could do to stop Vieri from walking around with a cheap clipboard and making any decision he damn well pleased. First was the governmental structure. The council could remain, much to the relief of several and the hurt pride of a couple others, but he’d be assigning a mayor to make decisions on his behalf, that would be listened to by his enforcement. Third in command of the Isabello family mafia after him and his sister, Domenico, would be heading that role. The assassin in his early thirties, with short curly hair and a scar that ran down his gaw, had given him a gigantic, almost giddy smile. He just requested a small room somewhere high in the city. The request was granted.
Five wool refineries had been seized, along with three mansions. The people were given some money and told to figure somewhere else to sit. His laboratories might need a bit more expanding later on, but for a population of forty thousand plus however many scientists he could pay to be here, it was probably enough.
Small batteries were set up in each building. Nothing so large that he couldn’t wheel it through the portal on a cart, but big enough to run the refrigerators, a couple of computers, and the handful of other electric-based equipments he’d be needing. It was mostly a whole lot of sensors and scanners and a whole lot of glorified electric calculators, and one of the mansions was turned into a chemical lab no one without a sanitary suit and a good idea of what they were doing would be allowed into. He’d take care of fueling the batteries himself.
It was the people who were hard. They were noisy and there were a lot of them, and all of them wanted something from him. He could thank the heavens for Domenico, who intercepted as many of the problems as his sleep and eating schedule allowed. The whole issue of setting up his men with weapons and stations to keep the city under his peaceful rule and alert him of any mage activity had been completely handled by the now mayor-in-chief. Many of the less aggressive bankers and businessmen had been stopped at Domenico, and the ones who got past him often had a black eye for it. Still, assigning scientists to roles and tasks and yelling at the rich people who thought they were so tough because they had their own ‘army’ fell beyond the man’s scope, and so were Vieri’s duty.
Presently, he was stuck outside the mansion in the process of renovation. Builders moved in and out through the open doors, removing furniture and bringing in sanitary equipment and electrical components. Vieri himself and one other, absurdly tall fellow were the only ones not hurrying about.
He was tapping an information age pen furiously against his green plastic clip board, trying to explain to a renaissance-age biologist that he was absolutely completely wrong and should just shut up and listen to the information age lady about cells. It was coming out in angry yells from both parties and it felt like neither of them had gotten anywhere in the last five minutes. If Mad Scientist hadn’t been with the family loyaly for the last six years and were his notes not as perfectly impeccable Vieri would’ve tossed him down to the ranks of the mook scientists and called it a day. As it stood, though, he needed him, which meant he needed him to understand. It was tiring.
Diana
Five wool refineries had been seized, along with three mansions. The people were given some money and told to figure somewhere else to sit. His laboratories might need a bit more expanding later on, but for a population of forty thousand plus however many scientists he could pay to be here, it was probably enough.
Small batteries were set up in each building. Nothing so large that he couldn’t wheel it through the portal on a cart, but big enough to run the refrigerators, a couple of computers, and the handful of other electric-based equipments he’d be needing. It was mostly a whole lot of sensors and scanners and a whole lot of glorified electric calculators, and one of the mansions was turned into a chemical lab no one without a sanitary suit and a good idea of what they were doing would be allowed into. He’d take care of fueling the batteries himself.
It was the people who were hard. They were noisy and there were a lot of them, and all of them wanted something from him. He could thank the heavens for Domenico, who intercepted as many of the problems as his sleep and eating schedule allowed. The whole issue of setting up his men with weapons and stations to keep the city under his peaceful rule and alert him of any mage activity had been completely handled by the now mayor-in-chief. Many of the less aggressive bankers and businessmen had been stopped at Domenico, and the ones who got past him often had a black eye for it. Still, assigning scientists to roles and tasks and yelling at the rich people who thought they were so tough because they had their own ‘army’ fell beyond the man’s scope, and so were Vieri’s duty.
Presently, he was stuck outside the mansion in the process of renovation. Builders moved in and out through the open doors, removing furniture and bringing in sanitary equipment and electrical components. Vieri himself and one other, absurdly tall fellow were the only ones not hurrying about.
He was tapping an information age pen furiously against his green plastic clip board, trying to explain to a renaissance-age biologist that he was absolutely completely wrong and should just shut up and listen to the information age lady about cells. It was coming out in angry yells from both parties and it felt like neither of them had gotten anywhere in the last five minutes. If Mad Scientist hadn’t been with the family loyaly for the last six years and were his notes not as perfectly impeccable Vieri would’ve tossed him down to the ranks of the mook scientists and called it a day. As it stood, though, he needed him, which meant he needed him to understand. It was tiring.
Diana