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(Seymour is in the hangar looking at different machines through the hangar. He is taking survey of the different kind of weaponry each machine has. Bother?)

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(Seymour is relaxing in the arboretum. He is sitting at a table that his men prepared for him drinking fine wine and eating a steak while enjoying the veiw. He sees you approach.)

Do you need something from me? If so, I hope it is good. I'm trying to enjoy my lunch.

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Seymour, you're looking at some Gigerian mechanical men, with menacing red eyes and great claws for hands. Close inspection will yield that parts from humans provide part of the structure: muscles, nerves, and behind the red eye lenses, human eyes swimming in fluid. The slight, shy looking girl in a labcoat looking after them is not, however, what you'd think of a mad scientist as. You may or may not have heard of the Green Storm and their Ressurection Corps.

She starts when she notices you noticing.

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(Seymour has a slight smile as he looks over the mechanical men.)

Interesting. I didn't think I would find something like this on the Chalice. This kind of technique must have taken quite some time to perfect.

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Doctor Zero looks up at him.

"The technique takes years t-to learn. It apparently d-dates back to the eighteen hundreds..."