"Ah no. They didn't follow me... at least not that I'm aware of," he couldn't help but look slightly disappointed at that, nor could he help fishing his pocket watch out of its resting place for another quick glance. Nothing had changed, apart from the time now displayed on the clock's face. He replaced the watch and leaned forward as well, "But tell you about them I will.
The God to whom I give my services is known as Grandfather Clock, and his counterpart is Mama Engine. I know very little about Her, seeing as I'm not in her service, but she is, above all, a mother to her followers. Grandfather Clock, on the other hand, is the embodiment of order and precision - He usually keeps a close eye on his followers by watching them through the face of a clock. The Gods themselves have no physical bodies - at least, none I've ever seen - but are evident in other ways." He went on to explain how the Gods first revealed themselves to Baron Hume, promising to make his architectural dream for Whitechapel a reality. With their help, he constructed impossible towers, and factories, and feats of steam-driven and clockwork technology that, by rights, should not have been possible. The Gods were rooted in their city, and took care that their followers didn't die or suffer disease as a normal man would.
Well, not suffer disease save one. The doctors called it morbus imperceptus incrementum, though most people called it the 'clacks'. "Though I don't see it as much of a disease, myself. It's a phenomenon that defies the laws of medicine, even the laws of human anatomy, but disease makes it sound like such a dirty thing."
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The God to whom I give my services is known as Grandfather Clock, and his counterpart is Mama Engine. I know very little about Her, seeing as I'm not in her service, but she is, above all, a mother to her followers. Grandfather Clock, on the other hand, is the embodiment of order and precision - He usually keeps a close eye on his followers by watching them through the face of a clock. The Gods themselves have no physical bodies - at least, none I've ever seen - but are evident in other ways." He went on to explain how the Gods first revealed themselves to Baron Hume, promising to make his architectural dream for Whitechapel a reality. With their help, he constructed impossible towers, and factories, and feats of steam-driven and clockwork technology that, by rights, should not have been possible. The Gods were rooted in their city, and took care that their followers didn't die or suffer disease as a normal man would.
Well, not suffer disease save one. The doctors called it morbus imperceptus incrementum, though most people called it the 'clacks'. "Though I don't see it as much of a disease, myself. It's a phenomenon that defies the laws of medicine, even the laws of human anatomy, but disease makes it sound like such a dirty thing."