Post by Bailin on Jan 9, 2015 17:04:56 GMT
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Staring at the bits and bobs in front of him Bailin ran his hands through his hair. On a whim he had gathered parts to make a lock, but he did not understand how it was supposed to fit all together. The theoretical bit of a lock’s mechanism was easy enough; the practical part on the other hand, was a slightly different tale. As his hands ended their way in his neck, his hair had become a mess, the usually neat hair, most of it tucked away in the bow, now run rampant on his head, plucks of it hanging on the side of his face, standing up or falling down, with only a small number remaining in the bow. [break][break] Letting out a sigh of slight frustration Bailin started scratching his neatly trimmed beard, as if an army of lice was stampeding around his chain making it itch like a mad man. In truth it was merely the frustration that made him scratch his chin. Per usual crafting was not one of the things he had problems with. The theoretical applications and visualisations would work perfectly fine for thinking it up and putting it to practical use. Now however the theoretical part of him said that he should put the pins in the box and drill holes in the cylinder. Small pieces of coil should be placed before the pins however so those would go up and down if the key was inserted, as well as cutting the pins in half so he could twist the cylinder when he placed the key in. “Hmmm, yes I think… this might work…” he thought to himself as he opened the small metal box in which he intended to place the mechanism. [break][break] |