((UPDATE!! There was a confusion apparently, from my side. I took the notebook I’m writting about, but wasn’t able to log in for some time, I told Loki about that and he solved it some other way. We discussed it with Loki and agreed that I’m NOT actually owner of the right notebook. So please ignore this post, I let it here for your amusement, but there should be no inworld consequences of what I’m writting here:) ))
Natacha sits in the empty Absinthe caffee, flipping through the pages of an old dusted book. So many happened while she was out of the city… Babbage finally saved, Dark Aether stopped to penetrate our realm, Sebastian killed, another plan of Van Creed failed… The Aether pump is broken and the factory will probably be torn down soon, to make a room for some new factory or shops or maybe laboratory…
She flips another page, lost in her thoughts. Rumors spreading across the town is the best source of information, as always. Seems some old “friends” from the past returned to Babbage this year – Sebastian and the order of Malkuth, Cloud Angels, not one as several years ago, this time plenty of them. Margo December whom she never actually met, but heard a lot. Even the Van Creed documents and Moriarty’s recording, mentioning the old names like Alexander Eliot, the 13 club, Alexander’s son (And father of a young Loki), the old alchemist Salazar, all of it sounded to her like the old ghosts of those dead people returned to Babbage for once more.
Natacha turns another page. And Moriarty, of course. The man – actually still a boy – who tried to bring the final doom to the city and it’s inhabitants. Again. She cannot help but seeing his fate as a tragedy, written from the beginning to the bitter end by some cruel god, with no chance for Jason Moriarty to choose another destiny. Was he doomed, from the beginning, or did he have another choice, somewhere on the way? Natacha sighs and flips another page.
She was there years ago, when Jason Moriarty appeared in the city for the first time, when Prof. Eliot was killed, and she has a strange feeling she knows Moriarty, for a long time, although she never met him in person. But wait – she frowns – if Jason really killed Prof. Eliot, what does the letter from Van Creed mean? The document that claimed it was Van Creed agents who killed Alexander Eliot? Seems there are still some unanswered questions.
Natacha closes the dusted book and looks out of the window. The cold December air paints frozen flowers on a Caffee windows, some of them looking like hideous tentacle monsters. She heard Jason Moriarty was killed while the Aether pump was destroyed, and an urchin named Gadget took his body and transplanted his brain into a clank. Moriarty is now imprisoned inside the metal body, forced to fulfill the orders of the others for their amusement… like some circus freak. Natacha frowns. “No one deserves end like that, no one. Not even… Moriarty”, she whispers, hesitantly, almost as not being sure of her own words. She sits for a while longer, staring through the window into the dark December evening.
Finally she shakes her head and leaves the Absinthe Cafee. I her hand she carries the dusted book. The book she discovered several days ago, in the Van Creed factory, the day when the pump was destroyed. It’s a journal sort of, filled by the notes and observations. It’s about cats. And about the girl named Felisa. But mostly about cats.
Natacha Chernov walks toward her house, carrying the notebook of Dr. Ambrose Martel, which, aside lots of interesting stuff about cats, contains a very specific notes and description of his experiments. According to his notes, it should be possible to transplant a living brain… into the human body.