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@Cerebrate  
Tries to recompose himself, not doing too well in that regard.
 
He slowly steps back toward the doorway, after the machine seemingly acknowledges his presence.

@Coriolanus  
“boot sequence complete… error, no mission parameters set… reverting to standard setting, organic user identified.”

@Cerebrate  
Stands there, witnessing the energy coalesce around the warbot, paralyzed in fear and unable to look away.
 
“Oh god… no…‘’
 

@Coriolanus  
the would be golem rusted through and fell to pieces, but the chromaton, paired with the energies was not finished and he found himself in the modern world, looking at a stainless steel machine that was also well armed, and booting up.

@Cerebrate  
Clambering up a stepladder beside the operating table, he quickly pans across the metallic frame for wherever the essence appears to collect into, or at least where the limbs joints appear exposed, then applies the metal-corroding spell.

@Coriolanus  
there were some research notes describing the effects of the folding and how it may breathe life into things, they had apparently called on some less than savory assistance in the form of demons in order to harvest what they called chromaton, aspects of a soul, but lacking direction they had fused these aspects into their own to foster a mind of their combined intellect, then disagreements began, mutual distrust had seen them take up their spellbooks against each other, and in the end here they were, what was to be their magnum opus laying unfinished as the chromaton, soul essence, was being gathered into it… wait the process was still going? metal man could get up at any moment, and with how it was brought to life was likely to be raging, distrustful and very much willing to murder.

@Cerebrate  
_{(surprising coincidence considering after seeing this I’ve been looking into corrosive super-acids & interhalogens. ^P:)}
 
“What did I get myself into…”  
_{“Reeeally hope I don’t unfortunately shoot myself one day, three times, in the back of the head…”}
 
Focusing as hard as he can on the Veil side, he steps toward the operating table. “…I really, really hope you’re a friendly robot.”

@Coriolanus  
(actually more super rust, then literally eating metal.)
 
there was a hum in the air here too, as he enters what may as well be called a frankenstein movie set, with a metallic armor stuffed with gears laid on the operating table, curiously there were the corpses of mages around it, but it looked more like they had fought and no one walked away, a similar scene involving firearms was flickering into his sight on the other side.

@Cerebrate  
“Bubbles, electricity, an enchantment for eating inedible objects…’’ ‘Tubarão’, he… or I, even call that last one…”
 
“A bit vain, don’t you think, me? How many more shark-based spells is this book loaded with, I wonder?”
 
“Don’t know what’ll become of it, if anything, or if you and I really are one and the same, but I almost feel like referring to you directly by writing ‘letters’ into this book, if you’ll ever one day take back the reins, I assume…”
 
^{”Maybe even get back at you for this spell selection with a whole laundry-list of aquatic puns, see how you like it…” %”…on second thought though, maybe nevermind that…”%
 
%[ 🔊 ]%}  
Bookmarking the spells, he moves forth, looking for any sign of the arcanum’s residents.

@Coriolanus  
apparently he was at least a good magician, namely the kind that kept an easy to look up reference of his favourites around, definitely your style too, doodles and all, he was quite fond of the metal eater spell apparently, also in the arsenal was the finger of volrak, which was seemingly the most accurate emperor palpatine impression in the world as well as the super bubble, which could stop any and all harm, once, great for taking a rocket to the face, not so helpful against more than one arrow at a time.

@Cerebrate  
Checking his ensemble for any kind of non-thaumic weapon whatsover, he growls, cracking open the tome he’d been carrying, then skims through it for anything with impressive illustrations of any sort.
 
“Whoever you are, ‘me’, you just had to be a sodding magician, didn’t you…”

@Coriolanus  
perhaps a wandering scholar in a world of magic had something akin to written words with power?

@Cerebrate  
Stepping far past the checkpoint or around it if possible, he heads forth, then returns back through the Veil.  
_{”…what exactly am I going to do if I see a giant golem running amok? Read it poetry?…”}

@Coriolanus  
he sees the metal detector and scanner of your standard security checkpoint, notably these had to be manned in order to be a hindrance. and manned it was not, in fact the entire building only offered the hum of electricity, looking behind you see a large metal door that definitely needed industrial motors to be opened, and out the window a perimeter wall that looked to be reinforced enough to stop a raging wrecking ball.

@Cerebrate  
Spending a few moments paused in thought before the firewall, he wonders whether to circle around and try scaling the chains again up to a window, but then remembers about the Veil. As the fire is all very likely magic, and nobody is present, he ponders deeply about the mundane world to pass back over, hoping not to set off any motion-sensors on the other side.  
_{^{*In which case, might be best to double back to the bar, then maybe come back carrying a bedsheet on his mundane-world person…*}}

@Coriolanus  
it was soon red hot, forcing you to drop it.
 
perhaps though, now that you were through the door the modern world may be a bit more civilized about hospitality?

@Cerebrate  
_{^{[ 🎶 ]}}  
“Hm…” Pokes the doorknob into the fire to see what might happen.

@Coriolanus  
well the door may not be part of security as much as the literal firewall before him now.

@Cerebrate  
Broken doorknob still in hand hand, he pockets it to use in a pinch as a makeshift club. “Pretty good lock, nurds…‘’
 
Enters the façade, carefully listening for anyone as he begins searching around.

@Coriolanus  
a wooden door with a beat up lock, looks like it breaks on the first hearty tug… it or the door.

@Cerebrate  
Still on the link as it strews unto the ground, now sitting atop it.  
_{^{[ 🎵 ]}}  

 
Disembarking the chain, he crosses the bridge, then tries entering through the main entrance.

@Coriolanus  
he would notice the chain slackening as the building lowered to the ground, settling neatly before a small entrance bridge.
 
if he were to walk up to that bridge he may see a sign that the building is set to lower for any visitors connected to an astral presence. like for instance a dofferent plane of existance.

@Cerebrate  
“Then I’ll take a bunch of bookscraps and make it rain somewhere to mess up the fine-print. Why would I do such a thing to innocent literature?…” Heads back for the door, stopping a the threshhold for few last words. ‘’…Spite. Reckless, aimless spite.”
 
Done with shows of bravado more to motivate himself than anything, the shark then heads straight for one of the arcanum chains, then begins climbing up it, reaching to the point of pure terror once at a harrowing height of 15 feet off the ground.
 
Slowly, slowly crawling up the rest of the way, the acrophobic fish never once looks back toward the constant tug of gravity.

@Coriolanus  
“that aside, keep a calm head and you have to actively think “to the modern world” to switch again.”

@Coriolanus  
“the modern side has a fire supression system, and the arcanum is fireproofed what with being book nerd heaven.”