Golden scum
Rock walls on either side of the Road, these rock walls sided to a large dirt road as towering fields of wheat or corn rest either side, occasionally split with large potatoes plots.
Other time Orchards this responsible for those who want to make fresh fruit over the government supplied from the God king's palace connecting to the industrial complex.
Most orchards boarding such a polluted industry because of the ability to consume carbon with relative ease, the stability ring itself also assisting heavily in the control of the Industrial Complex emission.
Considering it, absorb it before dumping it into the void, whereby chance it is broken into a nebula or broken into atoms and merges with another nebula.
Though technically pollution it always easily merges with nebula gas, he observes the environment surrounding him entirely lacking the idea of royalty within its area of farming.
The industrial, a few kilometre away trucks running across the roads, a purposeful design structure to that of older trucks because of the sheer efficiency of its design.
he watches them pass the wheel Airless primarily as the old rickety fences handle well on the back of the old trucks occasional new ones present.
but without the necessity to purchase such trucks because of the legality of predatorial marketing can barely exist making it so item last indefinitely the foods industry much more robust than even the manufacture.
Steam and smoke rising into the air. As the steampunk design comes into view, valves, and pipes in view as some pressure gages hang about the air, none of them pressed.
The laws of this are entirely different. When compared to the environment of the city, more trucks drive across the road as he approaches the entrance to the industrial district,
the cold steel and brass running across wall and plaster everywhere's in the metallic laws Design structure a display of the lack of labour laws.
Majority of the tasks that could be considered dangerous handle by replaceable robots controlled by people in specialized pods rested in heavily secure area's
Most often resting underground, the robot body all customized to the workers' preference as long as they can complete the job, leaving much wiggle room for corporate greed.
The city, however, a brass bastion as no industrial stooge could ever pressure it to let them work, lobbying heavily restricted to enough of a point that military forces can get involved if deemed necessary.
Making the risk that would usually be taken deemed far to risk as the involvement of any military force to try to lobby, he gazes throughout the endless sets of machine and track each factory its own self contained employment.
Paying a salary to the employee as is warranted the industrial district relatively free Rain on what it can and Can't do. However, several solid rulings implemented by the Civilian and military.
Council to make sure it has an actual value to the city beyond producing luxury items each and every buissness in manufacturing capable of being replaced by the capital.
The overwhelming might of the palace a consistent threat and benefit to the entirety of Avalon he yawns "mm I have to get back to make supper."
eying the Scenario, he glares at something, his old bones moving towards it, a few male workers fairly aggressively, "what the Hassle Miss you get a good check for this and we get some satisfaction."
The Tap of the cane briefly surprise them. "Huh, is that an old bag of bones?" Christopher's gruff expression signature an old wise man "What an old bag doing in such a place as this.
"huh to think people like your type still exist in Avalon." he grows in size, turning from an old bag of bones to a buff ass giant old man, the finely groomed beard and scuffled in a tad of rage.
He stare at them, "haha." the guy step back considerable trying to take in the full height of this massive old guy "don't you know you never Mess with the old guy?"
A punch hurls forwards Shattering the Air, it breaks sound in a shockwave, a grisly crunch resounds as the jaw is almost entirely torn off. Thrown backwards. He crashes into a wall, shattering his spine, and multiple.
Other part of his body collapsing, the old man grabs the other guy lifting him by the head "Aah." he pisses himself "oh Disgusting." the women murmurs, running away. He hurls the second guy towards the Artic grievance.
"AAAAGH!" a brutish smile forms as he deflates like a balloon, snickering, he snaps his finger the situation turn back to, before except the two remembering everything.
"ah AAAAAH!" the boys run away as he turns, tapping his stick a few times the women just about to thank him. "Ah thank you…?" the old man gone.
Christopher smiles lightly, entering the kitchen in an instant as he prepares to cook a number of pizza, he press a button on a console at the corner beyond the cupboard's
the kitchen release a stream of sizzling steam changing shape to a huge pizza oven that spins the pizza to create an even cook along as small injection of water.
On the top panel, the Steam going to float down and upwards steam cooking and baking the Pizzas. He pulls out a large bowl, preparing to make the dough.
He combines the ingredients with an enormous amount so much it looks like an enormous cauldron of just dough ingredients. He summons many hands.
Getting him to help mould the dough. He mixes and stirs the Pizza dough, combining it nicely with the oversize hands, more like a human hand than a skeleton.
Mixing and stirring, preparing the proofing stage as he cuts them into roughly 16 pizza dough balls, he smiles, putting them in separate containers.
He covers them over with a plastic wrap. Arkacious comes over. "Dad, what are you making?" he Gaze down at him. "Hmm, I'm doing up pizza."
His eye glistens, "Pizza like what humans eat." he pats Arkacious head. "Oh, are we doing those people called Italian's version?" he gazes at Arkacious. "No, though, I will probably use some of their tactics."
Arkacious jump "I wanna help, wanna help cut." Christopher shiver's looking over Aika leaning against the Wall, with a bloodlust to her eyes.
"Ah hello darling." She scoffs, "where are you going to give Arkacious a knife?" Christopher stop even remotely shivering "he's old enough to do a little beside he's used swords before Knife are much smaller."
Aika finally processing that portion. "You know I taught him sword play, right? How do you think he did so well protecting Nina during the golem game?"
He picks up Arkacious "we're gonna do the Peperoni and flavoring now." Planning ot get Arkacious to use the Mortar and pedestal to crush up the spice mix to add to the sauces.
"are you good at crushing thing bud?" he smiles. "Of course I love crushing things." he smirks. "Now I'm gonna teach you how to do a mortar and pedestal.