- Wait a minute, Leah, I suggest now that the player has the goal - the salvation of his missing parents.
- Yes, I put it wrong. The purpose of it is definitely there. But by comparison, we assume that the player has the task - to grab some territory or become the king in any kingdom. Upon reaching this goal, he realizes that this territory or kingdom - just a miserable patch of land, compared to the fact that they do not yet captured. And he has a new impetus for growth and development. Similar examples are numerous - the player should always be a goal that is looming somewhere on the horizon, a kind of Holy Grail, which he must find.
- Well, maybe his parents and has the most Holy Grail.
- I do not think. If we analyze the actions of the player and the dynamics of the plot of the game - you can see that the search for the parents is not some vague higher goal, and quite specific practical problems, to the successful implementation of which the player is close confident steps. But the project is designed for a year! From this we can conclude - knowing that all the worlds created by professionals, and, assuming that they could not allow such a miscalculation - the salvation of the parents of the character is not the main objective. Otherwise, if it is not, after a couple of months of interest in the project will fall sharply, as the player will seek to nowhere.
- I do not know, Leah, I think you're exaggerating. Most likely, the rescue of parents, the player will get some more task that will promote it on the plot.
- Maybe. But note that in all other projects such global targets have been identified, either immediately or in the first couple days of play.
- Well, for this conversation we'll be back a little later, at the same time listen to our already recognized expert, Chris Reddick, it will appear in our studio immediately after advertising!
- Stay with us!
Chapter 15.
The morning was wonderful. With pleasure reaching out, I jumped up and began to exercise. In fact, any effect in terms of the addition of characteristics, I did not expect, I began to like the process. And the feeling of cheerfulness and lifting forces, which appeared after the charge itself was a good incentive.
Wrung out, I thought again about Donny suddenly matured, how the whole of yesterday evening trying in this new, such a confident guy, look for features of my timid, shy and timid friend. But, despite such a dramatic change, one turned out to be the same - Donny again all the time sat behind their books.
Hastily having washed, I went into the living room. The dining room has been covered breakfast. After greeting each other patiently waiting for me, I began to eat. Today the day was going to be pretty loaded - tested flying qualities of the glider after the change, which advised Irwin. Then a meeting of the guardianship, and then - the opera. I must say, I go to the opera did not want to, but, on the other hand - it was not worth offending Jobson, who wanted us to Donnie but good.
- And you probably do not have so much I want to go to school, as before? - I decided to distract each other from absorbing oatmeal.
- Like before? What do you mean?
- Well, to your success in alchemy - I, frankly, did not turn the language to say, "Before you ceased to please Miss Emily."
- Sherlock, I did not expect from you such a stupid question. Do not you think that person should be broadly educated? It would be strange if the master alchemist did not know how to write correctly, and did not know, for example, history and geography.
- Yes, I think you're right - I said and again buried in his plate. I wonder where Donald did this didactic tone? Seems to have finally matured, each turn into an incorrigible bore. And most importantly, that he first thought it was about the study, and not about Miss Emily. Are children's hobby irretrievably gone? Well, yeah, okay.
After finishing breakfast, we caught a cab and went to the shelter. I was already mentally in his studio, so half an hour just flew by the way. Donald, too, all the way was silent, lost in their thoughts.
Passing the door of Mr. Shaw, I knocked. The old man did not respond. The third day is already gone, it is that - is going to spend on a trip five days, dedicated to my work on the glider? What if I need help? On the other hand - what a defeatist? I can handle himself, hands like there.
Workshop met me in darkness and silence. On the table, as the winged challenge lay model. I sighed and hung his jacket on the back of the chair and went to work.
Two hours later, I went out into the street, carrying in his hand a rough semblance of my future mehanoleta - clumsy glider with nearly meter long wings made of thin wooden slats and upholstered in wax paper. By the way, if the tests are successful, you will need to think about increasing the strength of the structure.
The yard was completely empty. Mentally wished myself luck, I ran up and threw his creation into the air. Glider soared confidently and easily, instantly gained height and sped already on someone else's yard, climbing higher. Do not hesitate for a second, I pulled him. Had run for a long time. Good thing is not yet equipped with a tractor propeller, he flew rather slowly, and I could not for a moment lose sight of him, hoping only that, so it does not flown on someone's roof.
After ten minutes of running, I noticed that the model began to decline. After another 2 minutes, it landed in someone else's garden, falling right into the prickly bush and tore all paper. Yes, over the strength it is definitely worth considering, and as for the flight - Irvine fully deserved their silver. Honestly, I would love to give more, so I was impressed.
Returning to the studio in triumph, I started thinking about what materials can be used, on the one hand, to make the structure much stronger, and on the other - not to make it too heavy, otherwise going to have to increase the wing area. And she, in my opinion, and as was already very large. After walking in circles a few minutes and does not think of anything, I decided that I would have to ask for help.
Mr. Robinson, as usual was busy working. Looking at how it is born under a beautiful pattern knife on a wooden platter, I realized that I had come to the address. The main thing - that this aid does not cost me too much.
- Mr. Robinson, can distract you for a moment?
- I hear you, Mr. Brown.
Wow! More recently, I remember, I was to master a nameless man, and he turned to me solely on the "you". How is it that one such change? Is due to the fact that I now supposedly "noble gentleman"? Oh, would not affect the price ... Well, as they say - for the demand is not hit in the nose.
- Mr. Robinson, I need your help. You're good at a tree?
- Strange question - he glumly pointed at the wall, lined with a variety of wooden crafts.
- I did not mean it that way. I know that you are a perfect master, but I have an unusual tree. It should be much easier to pine, but stronger. Do you know it?
- Of course I know. This balsa - wood, which is easier to plug, but very strong.
- Tell me, sir, do you know where to get it?
- I have a bar. A long time is, still can not come up to make it out of this. The tree is quite expensive and rare, its a simple dish and a spoon is not empty.
Well, what I thought. Here are just sure was. Now it turns out that the damn tree stands a pair of gold, and I have only fifty silver remains.
- Sir, you will not sell it to me?
- Well, I do not know ... And you what it is?
Trying to explain the problem in the fingers, I was faced with a complete misunderstanding. I had to run to the shop and drag the unfortunate model. Seeing Glider with pierced in some places broken, covered with paper wings, Mr. Robinson immediately understood what was required of him, and without my asking to speak about that paper, because of its unreliability, must be replaced. And even offered an option that seemed common.
- Commercials you have it with each drop in a tree or elsewhere, will break. And if there really strips of balsa do, it will allow the wings, instead of paper, parchment obtyanut. And the weight does not change, and strength increase. A? How do you?
Alternatively, it must be said,
it was good. What can I say, just perfect.
- How much will it cost? Money I have, unfortunately, a little bit ...
- Oh! Take for the way I like it still will not go anywhere, this bar. But for the parchment would have to pay, but not much. I give, for which he took. Fifteen silver with you, Mr. Brown, and do not forget to show what happened.
Not believing in your own happiness, I quickly counted the required amount to Mr. Robinson, and picked up with one hand almost feather-light beam of white wood and a stack of parchment, and the other - his unhappy torn model, returned to the studio. There, under the door, so I waited for Irvine.
- Hey, Sherlock. Well, what can you say?
- Come on - I stood aside to let him in, he went after him.
I put on the table everything that was in my hands, then handed it to Irwin honestly earned money.
- Thank you.
- In other words, she flew? Your bird.
- Flew, and fine, I did not expect. From kilometer as the crow flies rushed, I could hardly catch up. So thank you so much, really helped.
- You know - Irvine somehow faltered, without taking money and still, holding them in his palm. - I do not know whether to take them now stands.
- In what sense? - I must admit, it is very desirable that he quickly took the money and left, could not wait to get back to work.
- Oh, you do not know anything ...
- What do not I know? What happened?
- Well, last night returned to our senior. Ronnie, Bob, and their company. And the feeling that they have changed - go quiet and peaceful, not bothering anyone, to no climb. And when I told Ronnie that today, be sure to bring the money, he waved his hand and said that he does not need anything, and that I just failed.
- Strange. And they did not tell us anything?
- No, they are with us and before us is not particularly confided, and now does alone hold.
- Never mind. In any case, you earned that money, so that they are yours. And thanks for the help.
Still hesitated in the doorway and sighed, Irwin left. It was clear that he still wants to say something, but seeing that I showed no interest, did not dare.
Finally, left alone, I'm happy to come back to work, from which I pulled a couple of hours Donny. He burst in without knocking into the studio and said that this time he will not leave alone, because otherwise I will miss the trip to court.
- Already half past two? - sadly, I asked, looking around the table with a bunch of parts and hanging everywhere thin ropes. I had just begun to set up a control system rudders and ailerons. Interrupted hated.
- Exactly. Sherlock, do not be silly. It is not known how long the session, and then immediately to the opera. Firstly, you can really earn and forget about everything, and secondly - you need to fine dine.
I rolled my eyes. "We need to fine dine!" It just boggles the mind! This phrase is normal to hear from my mother, not from a guy who only yesterday painfully blushing at every opportunity, and just that, he began to stutter. And now he began to patronize me. Just do not fit in the head.
- Okay, let's go - do not want to argue. Time I like enough for all - mehanolet flew, the question with the right materials, too, was resolved, the flight control mechanism has been made in advance. So, in theory, there is only work on the final assembly and fine-tuning the system. But it is precisely at this stage and may appear not previously seen the pitfalls.
- Well? - Donnie turned, standing in the doorway. - Come soon, waiting for a cab.
Mentally spitting with anger, I went after the other.
At home, in the living room, we have been waiting for tall dark-haired man, with a thin, bony face and small, piercing eyes. In a warm, yellow light of gas lamps, his face seemed somehow unhealthy, differing sickly, earthy gray color.
- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Donald, you're late - the man took from his waistcoat pocket watch, I looked. - I expect you have seven minutes.
- Excuse me, Mr. Innganamorte, this will not happen again - for a moment it seemed to me that by Donny returned his timid, frightened tone, but he dealt with them, and went quite confidently. - Let me introduce you to my best friend, Sherlock Brown.
- Mr. Brown, I'm glad to meet you, - man handed me a dry, narrow palm. - So it was you I have the honor to teach himself an apt pupil of all who met me?
- I am also very pleased - I shook hands. - And also, I'm very glad that Donald found his true calling, and such a wonderful teacher.
- Well, let's not waste time, is with us today a little bit. We ask pardon, - man nodded curtly, and, after another went up.
I watched them. Interestingly, for some reason, an alchemist looks so bad? Whether it is caused by a disease or a chronic chemical poisoning? Do not expect the same fate Donnie?
Prior to the meeting was two hours, Mr. Jobson promised to call us in advance. That is, I had about a half hour of free time, and we had to carry them to good use. Could be read, the more that I stayed at a very interesting place, but, for some reason, did not want to.
And suddenly, I realized that I wanted to go out. In no way motivated by a desire to breathe fresh, frosty air, slowly walk down the street, looking at the hurrying about their business hunched against the cold passers ...
But I have never, since I appeared in this world, not wandering around the city just like that! It's clear that in Hackney this should not have to do, and only here, in the Kingston area, I just did not threaten. Resolved - I'll go for a walk.
Said Jerome, I'll be back in about an hour, I ran out to the porch. Sprinkled with snow, around the city it looked like an old Christmas card. I went along the street, looking at the house and occasionally kicking small drifts by the side of the pavement with his toe.
But on the street for some reason I again became restless. It was necessary to go faster. I do not know where, why, but, a few minutes later I found myself on the fact that decent stride. As soon as I noticed that almost running, an effort was able to stop. Looking around, I realized that, without realizing it, somehow found himself on an unfamiliar street. Clearly far as neatness and cleanliness of Kingston with nothing can not be confused, but not on Grennismit.
Strangely, it is what it turns out, I was like a lunatic? So that's something I do not like it all, obviously should go back home. With these thoughts, I turned and hurried in the opposite direction as fast as possible.
I woke up in the moment, totally from exhaustion, all sweaty from running, standing in some alley, leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
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This is what the hell ?! Yes, that would be on my level of endurance to increase its unit, I have three or four days to do, and then rose from the run. How do I run?
The area around was completely unfamiliar. Apparently, I was still in the Western District, but it is clearly closer to the city center, around the house were still decent enough, but poorer than ours.
Okay, if I myself can not control themselves, I have to do so that I controlled by someone else. Stopping the cab, not letting yourself be distracted for a second, clearly named his address. When the carriage started, I spent some time looking out the window. After a couple of minutes, making sure that we are going in the right direction, which is confirmed by the card, I sat back and allowed himself to relax a little.
Strangely enough, after all, where and why I was so drawn? Maybe he should give in and go? What is so terrible I could expect, especially considering that it's just a virtual world, though, and so real. And suddenly ... No, this is unlikely. I could not help laughing, imagine the scene where I, as an obedient puppet, arms stretched forward, convulsively twitching, I go into a dark alley, where waiting for me, bared fangs, beauty-vampire in a luxurious evening dress with a deep neckline.
Eka has brought me something! It is better to be distracted and think about something else. Especially outstanding issues fully. For example - that give the old man Leksidi? It seems to be an optional quest, simply an additi
onal condition, but I, for some reason, wanted to please the old man. It really was for that respect. I do not think that many people born and living in the area Londiniumskih docks can boast of such a career. Promoted to detective, having noble birth and relationships, it is worth a lot. I'm sure he would be able to climb higher if it had not been a series of suicide, which he investigated. I wonder what happened? Hopefully tomorrow I'll find out everything.
Interrupting my thoughts are sluggish, the crew stopped abruptly. On the part of the driver into the wall a couple of times knocked, then a muffled bass:
- Here we are, sir! Victoria Bridge.
What? What Victoria Bridge? We went to Kensington ...
- You'll go, sir?
- Yes, yes, go out, thank you.
I went out into the street. To remain in the carriage did not make sense. I was sure that, even, call again I address his uncle's home, anyway, in the end, I once again find myself here, on the bridge of Victoria.
Now, I felt this strange call much stronger. To somehow resist, I had to strain hard.
Damned old woman, what do you want more from me? I do not doubt that it's all tricks prophetess witches. Maybe she does not want me harm, for example, just calling to tell something important. But the way to me endlessly troubled - to lose control of his body, deprived of will and partly memory, be like a puppet on a string - was this something can not be ugly, against which everything in me rebelled.
Deciding that will not let you drag yourself in the unfortunate lane like a calf on a rope, I tried to discard all unnecessary thoughts and focus entirely on the fact that he controls his actions.
Pressure intensified. Feeling that once again I lose control, I strongly, to the blood biting his tongue. Sharp pain, and metallic taste in the mouth caused me a moment to life and allowed to stand still. But the relief lasted only a few seconds, and then I slowly clenched his teeth and resisting every step, moved to the alley. The best that enough of my efforts - not to fall into unconsciousness. That is already familiar to the porch. Empty.
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