!!+u5zzp0LPDj 04/27/12(Fri)17:16 No.18887510|
Before you leave to get to work on your next bounty, a thought occurs to you: You’re carrying a lot of money. You should probably store that someplace safe.
Asking the officer if there’s a place where you could do such a thing, he responds, “Yeah, it’s this thing called a ‘bank’. They hold onto money for you.” His sarcasm isn’t appreciated. “It’s next to the Daedalus Workshops. Just follow the smoke.” The smoke? Looking around at the sky, yes, there is a plume of smoke rising from another sector of the city. Thanking the officer, you head for the rising smog.
The Shard directly overhead beats you with heat as you walk to the workshops, passing hordes of people going about their daily business. As you draw closer to your destination, the air gets a little foggier, just barely so, but it’s noticeable. You turn the corner where the bank should be… wow. So those are the Daedalus Workshops.
A massive complex spanning several blocks, rising into the smog above, looms, made entirely out of steel. Workers in leather aprons busy about outside, running from building to building with various carts. Machines, the likes of which you’ve never imagined, are being pushed around. You have no idea what they can do, but they’re certainly impressive. Carts, powered by some sort of brick, move on their own around the wide streets. You can almost feel the heat radiating from the workshops. Next to it is a small marble building, the words “BANK OF ICARUS” carved into the top. Looks like you’ve found it. Heading inside, you wait in line to meet someone at the front, hidden behind glass. After a short while, you find yourself at the front of the line.
A bespectacled man in a dark vest greets you. “Hello, sir. What transaction do you need to make today?”