Cogs and Crafting [Research/Open]

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

TheEnd yawned, an automatic movement of his hand coming up to hide the gaping of his mouth from the world. He missed his old work. He missed when he used to sit at his drawing table and take apart things. Hell, he missed even the drawings of the schematics for things, and he hadn't used those things in years, having gone almost entirely digital when he was nineteen when he'd invented a hologram system that would respond to his touch. It was a glorious invention, and he was sitting on all the patents on almost every aspect of its design simply because he wasn't going to release the technology into the world yet. Even at nineteen, he'd known what his engineers were capable of, which, needless to say, wasn't much. They had no idea of how to do things like he did, and that was something that used to stroke him in a way that pleased him into a smirk any time he ruminated on the subject. Now, though, it just angered him. He was furious at the thought of those bumbling idiots in charge of his company, but alas, there was nothing he could do about it. Instead, he scowled and let his fingers beat a steady rhythm against the table. And then, mid-tap, an idea came to him. It was a beautiful idea, fragile and fleeting, like a bubble that would pop if he gazed upon it for too long. Getting quickly to his feet, he grabbed his cloak from the hook that it hung on in the room of the inn he had been staying in since the Catastrophe. He would need supplies and some levels, but if this worked... if this worked... well, he didn't want to think about if it would work. It would work, eventually. But that meant that he would have to put in some time and effort, and it was a thought that warmed him despite the attempted gloom from his beautiful company falling to ruins under the guidance of others. But no, he wasn't going to think about that. He had an idea, a marvelous idea, he simply didn't have the skill to make it yet, but that was okay. He'd just have to work at it instead. Purchasing some materials, as well as a few long shrivels of copper that they had no use for, from some blacksmiths, he found a quiet place in a library to work. He could feel the glares on him from the librarians, People of the Land no doubt, but he couldn't care less what they thought. He was quiet enough when he worked, and that was what mattered. After all, it was hardly his first time working with metal to make something, so they could hardly complain. To start with, he decided to take the strips of metal, and he began twisting the delicate pieces of metal in his fingers, tightening it and making it sturdier. He had an idea for how to improve that, but no, no, he could do that later, when he had some more levels. For now, however, he contented himself with tiny movements of steady fingers, twisting the metal into shape, what almost looked like a coil but what wasn't. No, a coil would have twisted and turned every which way, but this, this was stubbornly straight, true to its direction despite the twists in the metal. He made a mental note that, perhaps, with the help of a blacksmith, he might be able to draw out something of a finer quality, but for now, the twists would provide something close enough to what he desired that he simply couldn't be bothered to seek one out.

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of what you've paid for!

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

One of the strips of metal snapped right under his hand, the sound echoing loudly in his small cubbyhole that he had claimed as his own. His ears flinched back at the sound from where they'd be perked up through his hair alertly, the suddenness of the noise making then wince back even if he did not. He hadn't been expecting the tension to cause the item to snap so suddenly, and it was more than enough to make him scowl. The copper was thinner than he had expected, but that just meant that he would have to rely on a Blacksmith to be able to form those. Tsking under his breath, he threw the wasted copper aside, calling it a loss. One ear twitched grumpily, and he scowled, entirely irritable about the whole thing. He wouldn't admit that he was sulking, far from it. Sulking would imply that he had cared about the outcome, and he didn't. Obviously his crafting level hadn't been high enough. Yes, that was obviously his problem. If he had been a higher level, it would have worked just fine, no issues. One ear was flopped down on his head, the other perched upwards, and his eyebrows were furrowed. He was glaring balefully at the string of copper on the ground, irritated that it had decided to personally insult him, and then one ear twitched with an idea. He mulled it over with his mind, trying to figure out just how plausible it was. Surely... surely it was possible? Copper wasn't the best material for it, aye, but it would provide enough of a proof of concept? Muttering an oath under his breath, he pushed himself up out of the chair and stalked over to the copper that was sitting on the floor, snatching it up and going back to the desk with it. It was really something that was akin to an energy coil, when he thought about it, and he carefully straightened out what he had from where it was twisted, the image coming together in his mind. He took the piece of copper, turning it around and around and around in his hands, trying to think of how he was going to do what he wanted to do. The shape wasn't conducive to what he needed, but it would have to do, he supposed. He didn't want to waste what he had, after all, so he merely twitched one ear with a huff and bent over his materials. He would have to be careful, but he could do it. He knew he could.

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of what you've paid for!

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

A small hiss of frustration left TheEnd's throat, but he managed it. He had coiled the copper into a circle, and he licked his lips, carefully twisting it into place before he glanced up and lit a candle, heating the copper enough to make the twisted ends at least stick together slightly. It wouldn't take much to undo the bond, but he was okay with that, it was little more than a prototype anyway. From there, he reached over, snatching another of the strips of copper, this one coiled as he growled and pinched his fingers, running them down the length to straighten it out. This one he took and curled around the other circle, carefully hooking it, like a basket. He'd probably have made it far sturdier if he had done something like, say, an old coil straight-out, but the sight was enough to give him hope. Just a simple proof of concept, he told himself as he carefully set the small basket-like thing on a stand made of wood, his ears perked up right with anticipation as he placed a triangle of fingers between the copper, closing his eyes and putting a little bit of his mana into it before jerking his hand back. He quickly licked his fingers, not wanting to waste the charge, and then he touched the metal. A jolt. It was small and barely noticeable, but there was a tangible jolt. His ears shot up eagerly. He had done it. His prototype had proved his idea.

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of what you've paid for!

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

Now to put it back into action. He dug back through his items again, searching desperately through his inventory. Another two old coils. He needed another two coils. He yanked one out, his ears sticking straight up with his excitement. If he was back in the real world, he would have been passionately tearing apart his tools, but instead, he would have to make do with what he had. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself, if only because if his hands weren't steady, he could possibly ruin what he needed to. Centering himself once more, he slowly brought his hand down the length of the wire. He was straightening it out slowly, carefully, knowing that this would be something more than what that prototype was. Once it was as straight as he could get it with his hands, he then started carefully curling it using the edge of the table. It wasn't a perfect circle, no, but it was close enough for his purposes. Once again, he closed the circle with a twist of his fingers and then placed it under the flame attempting to make it close. Once again, he vaguely thought that a blacksmith would be able to do this better, but he dismissed it, deciding that he rather didn't care. He just wanted to get the thing working by this point.

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of what you've paid for!

[TheEnd]

there's nothing wrong with just a taste

He finished the first circle and set it aside to repeat the straightening process on the second coil. He tsked to himself, hooking it around, and he was careful to do it in a way that would make it rather hard to knock it free. It wasn't something that was particularly sturdy, mostly since he couldn't weld it in either, but it would be able to bear the weight of a source of mana if push came to shove. For a moment, he considered if he should put a shell around it, and then he scowled and discarded the idea. If he did that, then he'd risk running into the problem of dispersing the charge inefficiently, and since mana shards were so fragile to begin with and couldn't hold much energy, he would need as limited loss as he could manage. He inspected his project with a critical eye before nodding, his ears perked up with pride. It looked like it would stand well enough. Now he just needed to find an alchemist who was willing to place a mana shard in and see how well it handled a charge of mana entering inside it, and then crafting something else that he could use to test its ability to release a charge again upon command.

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of what you've paid for!

[Okami]

A library most would think was not exactly the ideal place for the fox-tail to be. She was, for lack of more classical terms, loud and at times a little obnoxious. A place for quiet study and learning was not the kind of place you wanted to stick her into, many would say. It'd be like taking a miniature tornado and setting it off inside a car. It was something that wouldn't end prettily for those both in, and out, side of the thing. So when the adorable little sorcerer had waltzed her way into the sea of book shelves, one of the people of the land had nervously gotten up from his seat and briskly walked over to one of the librarians, informing them of the familiar pinkette.

But no one had really bothered the alchemist during her study. She had, like any other guest within the library, quietly scanned through the shelves of books, taking the time to bend books out of their rows and examine the titles. Maybe even pull them outright and take a look at it's contents, but she hadn't stirred any trouble or ire from the other visitors. Gently, she'd handled the books, and slowly her stack of interested literacy grew. Picking up the collected books, the fox-tail hummed to her-self as she made her way out of the lined shelves and made way for a table. That's when she saw him.

Sitting hunched over his table, a little candle to light his way, was a familiar red-head. His ears perked and turned curiously, and his hands moved with an eager purpose. He looked as busy as they came, and the fox-tail honestly contemplated whether or not to leave him alone for the day - especially with all these books she was carrying in hand. The stack was nearly as big as she was, after all! But her consideration was but for a moment. With a coy smile, the woman hummed her way down to the workstation, tail swishing happily behind her. With all the grace of a viking warrior bludgeoning something to death, she unceremoniously dropped her stack of books onto his table. The loud thump echoed it's way through the library, drawing the eyes of several visitors and even some of the staff. She looked to the side of the stack, smiling mischievously at the fellow fox-tail. "Hi End~ Whatcha up to~" She asked, feigning innocence.

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OOC: THE WIZARD HAS ARRIVED