BANG BANG SCRATCH
La porte de l'extérieur a craqué alors que le Grit l'a poussé et gratté, déterminé à obtenir au prix qui s'était échappé.
Quelque part dans la distance à l'extérieur, un long bas hurlement s'est évanoui.
Le Grit a abandonné la porte, son attention a attiré ailleurs. Tout semblait calme.

"Ouhhg."
Otto lâcha un gémissement, suivi d'une paire de respirations sifflantes. La présence surprenante du robot médical avait fait de son estomac un nœud, mais en réalisant le manque de danger, il s'était vite détendu. Son dos, son cou, ses coudes, ses avant-bras et ses mains brûlaient dans une douleur agonisante; le genre de douleur qu'il ne pouvait pas facilement mettre dans son esprit. À son insu, sa capuche était tombée de sa tête révélant un cuir chevelu chauve et rougeur. Son visage ridé a montré peu d'expression et ses yeux (surtout noirs, bordés de gris) ont montré peu d'âme. Après avoir remplacé le capot et tiré sur ses gants, Otto a lâché son grip de fer sur le lugehammer et a rampé dans l'un des lits de l'hôpital, laissant les deux bras accrocher librement des côtés.
"Nous sommes en mauvais état, les gens."
NAME:
"Old" Otto
ABSTRACT:
Structural Integrity Specialist...and hermit.
DETAIL:
Hard to say for this one; he's an odd-duck. One could safely assume Otto is well past his mid-life crisis stage, and somewhere between sixty and seventy-five inches in height. Never in much of a hurry, he climbs into the cable trolley (in his typical hunched-over fashion) and ascends to the newest construction zone. Otto is responsible for analyzing the Periphery City Wall Into The Sky (W.I.T.S., as the project manual suggests). It is the ideal profession for a fellow who needn't be bothered by a foreman. Only a laser-emitting wand and a hard drive is needed on the job, and once Otto finishes each zone, he simply uploads the data to Her Majesty's government data base and disappears into the city. Because of his reclusive and tired demeanor, laborers and security personnel refer to him as "Old Otto" or "Old Hunch." Presently, there is no record of Otto's origin, work or family history. Always wearing a dark-brown hooded robe and a safety harness, he can be easy to miss in passing.
MAGICAL INVENTORY:
Sewn into the inside of his garment, near the left torso, are two pieces of hide leather. The leather has a very old and untreated look and feel. Circular symbols with unique patterns within are branded to the leather pieces. Otto has been careful not to let these items be seen by another soul, ever. His robe seems to fit him as if it's part of him...
TYPICAL INVENTORY:
When Otto is spotted, he carries the black nylon satchel he was issued by the government. Along with his required tools, Otto packs a heavy duty water bottle, a harness with lanyard, matches and his wooden pipe.