How long has it been? Honestly the man in the red suit didn't really know, as the moment he had started this secret project of his. The days had become weeks and the weeks turned into months. No time had no meaning for him right now, all that mattered was his work. Or to be more exact, the continuation of what his father had left behind. The late Harland Crawford. A former councilman who found his demise during the Era Disaster a couple of years ago.
His father was a proud and stern man, believing in only one sole concept it. To crush anything that dares to stand against the council and its legal system. If necessary with brute force. So considering that Harrigan himself was standing on the other side of the spectrum, you could say his relation with his father was estranged. And that was still putting it lightly.
Yet despite their difficult relationship, Harland also shared many similarities with his son. One of which Harrigan gladly was trying to put to use right now. You see being a council member of some renown, especially one that had the backing of an old and large family fortune. Allowed you to act on some out of the box ideas. One of which, Harrigan was looking at right now.
In front of him, resting and floating in a large container was the image of a young girl. Her eyes closed, and her hair fluttering from the upwards bubbles that floated to the top so every now and then. Sticking into her from all sides, were smaller tubes and catheters transporting different kinds of fluids in and from the subject. Even her head wasn't spared, there thicker cables where stuck in. Drilled into her even.
This was one of those very 'out of the box' ideas come to live. Come to live and forgotten, at least until the point Harrigan discovered this hidden secret his father had stowed away. A project, a living weapon utilized to counter mages. She was a Machias, well a man created version of one actually. A organic metal humanoid, with an high adaptability during fights. Basically it was upgrading oneself during battle for maximum efficiency.
Only Harrigan was moving beyond that, taking on his fathers forgotten project. He was set on having this weapon for his own. Mold it in his own image, and have it move as such. No his voice would be the only one that would reach her. Yes... she, it was sentient even now. And as his voice was talking to her, images would be shown. Through the magical capabilities of Archive which was infused with all this tech. Harrigan was able to pull images, recordings of all kinds of powerful mages around Fiore and beyond. Their fighting styles, their tactics even their very magics. All would be analyzed. She would become the ultimate weapon, a perfect tool to serve his aspiring goals. And with it, the darkest of guilds Savage Skull. And to top it off, Harrigan even went beyond his own reason. And even imbued the subject with his own power, his own abilities. His Rapture and his family's magic. The Artillery profound magic Arsenal. It diminished his ability to fight but it would surely increases hers.