[Research] Makeshift Injection.

[Aka Kitsune]

Sitting at her half-stolen desk (because it wasn't properly stolen, only temporarily borrowed, as she told herself!) at the far back off St. Pancras station, the little fox-tail had encountered a ton of issues out there in the world. First and foremost, the thing that really annoyed her, was the lack of basic items which could have several uses. Gears, wheels, even materials such as rubber was hard to come by. Since most things were lacking, it was also hard to craft something of quality, though some of these hurdles could posssibly be solved by a bit of ingenuity. The first and most obvious problem was the refining of metal. Even though a blacksmith could be very skilled, forges weren't exactly of top quality yet. It meant that their finished product had a lot of impurities within them stilll, which lowered the quality of the items produced. Most impurities were burnt away during the melting of the metal, so reaching higher degrees would inadvertedly create less impurities in the finished product. There were a lot of options to increasing the heat of the furnaces, but the most simple one would be adding in additional oxygen. Another issue she had encountered, was the use of potions. It simply wasn't very effective, and due to the time it took to open, drink and swallow the potion itself, you could be killed when you needed healing the most. The ideal way to divert this dilemma, was to simply inject the potion into the body. A syringe might do the trick, but they weren't exactly durable, nor easy to carry around in a belt. Inflating things could be difficult, generating pressurised contents could be difficult. Through quite a bit of thinking, Aka had come up with the solution. An injector.

Sketching on the paper in front of herself, the general idea was pretty simple. By having a cylinder structure, you could store anything of desire within. At the bottum, quite like a cylinder, the exit would become smaller, which meant it'd produce higher presssure when forced. A circular plate attached to a spring would generate the force required to unleash the contents through the cylinders exit. By attaching a crocodile hook and a pullup to the spring, you'd simply have to release the hook to make the injector unleash its contents. It'd even be possible to put in a delay in the structure, meaning the injector wouldn't go off immediately. If you wanted to carry these as potion-injectors, the shape was designed to be usable with a cap. Simply placing the screw cap over the exit, it'd be hard to make any kind of mistakes with it, as it'd have to be opened in the same kind of way as a soda. Brilliant, if she was to say so herself. Especially considering the use she had planned for her little product. With her current materials, it was the best she could possibly hope to achieve, at least without the assistance of a skilled blacksmith, which was the next piece to the puzzle. Folding the design pages, she packed it down carefully, making ssure not to harm them in any way...

Getting up from her position, where she had spent a good amount of the last hours, Aka stretched and yawned. She was wearing her regular attire; the long red robes with a diagonal cut over her right shoulder, a pair of sand-blown sandals stripped carefully over her feet, a pair of black socks which stopped any kind off annoyances getting onto her skin. Around her waist, a make-shift chain belt to keep whichever items she wanted readily available at hand. Rubbing her ears tiredly, she turned her head to look around. The station was, as per usual, filled with people of all sorts. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and started stepping between people. Finding a blacksmith in itself wouldn't be hard. Finding the right blacksmith a whole other matter. Most were busy, rude, lazy or otherwise on the way to do adventures of their own. It felt hopeless searching through the different stands. Especially because the best of the best blacksmiths were crowded hard, only because everyone wanted the best weapons currently available. Noone seemed to think of advancing technology. As such, Aka slowly stepped backwards to find her way to the quieter side of St. Pancras. It was more likely she'd find what she was searching for, in the areas where people weren't obsessed with improving their sword to the highest possible value. Taking her time to carefully look around, she was hoping to find something interesting. Perhaps, something or someone would give her a sign?

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[Eadon]

St. Pancras Station was always too busy, too loud and overwhelmingly full of people who were really just trying to kill time, as far as Eadon was concerned. This morning he had woken up with an itch to go make something, or do something useful for once, and he had quickly found himself down here surrounded by craftsmen of all stripes.  It seemed that all people did was focused towards leveling, or getting better gear or making money here in Elder Tale. Actually creating things for the benefit of others, or just out of a genuine desire to make something seemed to be an almost foreign idea to most of the adventurers who now called this game home. It was a pretty sorry state of affairs. His own crafting class was debatably the worst of the lot. Many of the other blacksmiths seemed more interested in making things for profit, or experience than for the actual joy of making, and creating. Eadon had spent the morning caught up in a forge, experimenting to see how well his various metalworking techniques from the real world could be applied here, with a medieval forge in a fantasy game. They had worked fairly well, he thought. Watching some of the other blacksmiths work he had learned a few new techniques as well, and was feeling more confident about trying some more complex tasks on his own now. It was only a matter of time until he would hopefully be able to make a difference and actually make some of the things he wanted to make. Eventually, he wanted to make an mp3 player. He knew it was a bit of a far off dream, and he would probably need a whole myriad of other people to help him with it, but hey a dream was a dream for a reason. He had loved wasting time listening to music back in the real world, and missed it a lot here in the new one. Eadon lost himself in his mind thinking about all the things he would need in order to make one. Micro electronics were probably a bit beyond the capabilities of the inhabitants of the Elder Tales world, but perhaps the same effect could be duplicated with sigils, or magic? He could probably make the metal bits pretty easily, but he would need a mechanic to do the more intricate work... It was definitely possible. Anything was possible, really. Shifting uncomfortably in the crowd, Eadon shoved his hands into his pockets and continued along into what was probably one of the less used areas of the Station, hoping to get out of the press of people everywhere.  Stopping up against a wall and letting out a relieved sigh at the brief reprieve he had found from the crowds, Eadon glanced up at the sun high up in the sky. It was fairly hot today, by Elder Tales standards. Hotter than it had been for the last few days at least. It was nice to have the heat, cold really did not suit him. The teenager shuddered at the thought, wrapping his arms around himself as a fake chill seemed to creep up his spine. It was almost... as though someone were watching him. Which was ridiculous. Other than his carrot top hair, and the barely noticeable soot stains that probably now decorated his clothes and cheeks, he didn't really stand out hugely in a crowd as anything more than just another young, impressionable adventurer. He had been approached by some absolute slimeballs, the other day, while explorintg through London. A group had tried to recruit him to their guild, offering him 'protection' in exchange for him giving them a cut out of all the gold he earned while adventuring. Thanks, but no thanks. Eadon had managed to get away from them, but it had been a close call. Shivering again, he scanned the crowd around him, eyes catching on a another red-head who seemed to be eyeing the crowd off as though looking for something. She was maybe about the same age as he was, though had obviously chosen the fox-tail race, as evidenced by the large tail protruding out behind her.  Curiosity peaked, Eadon stretched his arms out above him to get rid of the numbness from leaning against the wall, before approaching. If she had lost something, perhaps he could help. "hey there, have you lost something," Eadon asked, smiling cautiously keeping his hands strung idly behind his head, "I can help you look for it if you want. My name's Eadon. What's yours?"

WORDS: 764 TAGS: Eadon SONG: Hurricane NOTES: Have a post. Do with it what you will. :)

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[Aka Kitsune]

                                           

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[Eadon]

Eadon watched in mild amusement as the fox girl circled around him. It was almost as though she were inspecting him for some bizarre reason, though his mind failed to provide any logical reason for why. Maybe she was just weird. It wasn't like she would find anything interesting or useful in yet another low leveled adventurer, after all. Then again judging from her gear she couldn't be much higher leveled than he was, which was reassuring in its own strange way. He couldn't tell for sure, but he guessed that like him she was also a mage of some description. He doubted she was an enchanter, her abrupt manner didn't seem suited to the class, which meant that the most likely class would be sorcerer. Though he didn't necessarily rule out the possibility of her being a summoner. The weirdest thing about her was the eyes, really. People obviously didn't look like they did in real life here - instead taking on the persona of their character - but it said something about her that she had chosen to give her character red eyes. Eadon had nothing to hide, and had made his character as much like his real life self as possible, down to the occasionally frustrating carrot top hair and tiny build. He had been tempted to give him virtual self a bit more height, maybe some more obvious muscles, but had been glad he had not given in to that urge when he was transported here into the virtual world itself. It had been one less worry, not having to get used to an entirely new body. In truth, Eadon was perfectly fine with how he looked. The pure inquisitiveness of this fox-lady was... weird.... though. It made him worry that the soot on his nose was standing out too much, or something. Maybe his mess of hair was upsetting her somehow? Whatever it was, he wasn't entirely sure what he thought of being examined like something on display in a market. Eadon smiled, reassured when she finally got around to introducing herself, though not entirely sure what she meant by having found what she was looking for. The words felt like they should give him the creeps, but Eadon shrugged the feeling off. Guess he didn't have to help her look for it after all. Ah well, Eadon decided it was probably lucky for him. He had only been being polite, after all. Admittedly though, a large part of why he had gone up in the first place was that the strange adventurer had intrigued him a bit. It wasn't everyday that you saw someone as striking and unusual as she was. "Hi Aka, nice to meet you!" Eadon said, an infectious grin spreading across his features, "Uh, exactly what were you looking for anyways, before? You never did say..." He was cut off by her suddenly spitting out something about his being a blacksmith, and that she was working on some project and that he should follow her.  Before he could say so much as another word, she turned on her heels and melted into the crowd. Well, I was thinking about how I had nothing interesting to do just a minute ago, Eadon thought to himself, pushing aside any doubts before sprinting after her. There was not a chance he was going to let this somewhat weird girl get away, not when she had offered up projects and been so mysterious. He hadn't even gotten a chance to ask her what class she was, or add her to his friends list. Sometimes Eadon thought maybe he was a bit too trusting. Once again though, he pushed the thought out of his mind, scanning the crowds for a flash of red and quickly chasing after it. He ran into a few people, generally causing a stir and making people look at him like he was possessed, or just plain weird. Then again, most people didn't go sprinting off through crowds at ridiculous speeds in the middle of the day for no apparent reason. It was a miracle he didn't run into someone and fall over, or accidentally bump someone who was likely to make him think twice about bumping into someone again. "Hey, you want my help right," Eadon yelled out after her, struggling to keep up but managing it nonetheless, "no need to run off quite so fast, huh?" Whatever, though. He wouldn't let her get away. In the real world Eadon had been on the track team, and into all kinds of weird and wacky stuff like orienteering. His body here was much the same, and techniques for breathing and running long distances, and finding hard to spot stuff, weren't exactly easily lost in transition into the virtual world after all. At the end of the day, he was still him and still had his own mind calling the shots.

WORDS: 818 TAGS: Eadon SONG: Hurricane NOTES: Sorry it's late, Lynx. Enjoy!

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