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forza_del_beneWhile in many worlds, this is the time for festivals celebrating the rebirth of the year, calling forth the sun again, remembering ancient traditions and ancient myths... there's no sign of any of that here.
It's Xeha's laboratory. A crisp, clean place, though one with the odd sign of human personality stamped on it. Photographs and a toddler's plushie with a missing eye sit on a desk alongside any number of notes and a tablet computer. Plenty of work seems to have been going on around here: things produced, things trialled. A familiar black coat and a white labcoat hang together on a stand.
More important than all that at the moment, though, is something currently set up in a side room. A forcefield of soft red light screens it from the rest of the world, and the walls seem to be crossed with lasers.
An ornate blade set on a simple stand, with equipment around it.
Its creator's waiting just outside the doorway.
It's Xeha's laboratory. A crisp, clean place, though one with the odd sign of human personality stamped on it. Photographs and a toddler's plushie with a missing eye sit on a desk alongside any number of notes and a tablet computer. Plenty of work seems to have been going on around here: things produced, things trialled. A familiar black coat and a white labcoat hang together on a stand.
More important than all that at the moment, though, is something currently set up in a side room. A forcefield of soft red light screens it from the rest of the world, and the walls seem to be crossed with lasers.
An ornate blade set on a simple stand, with equipment around it.
Its creator's waiting just outside the doorway.
