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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 23, 2008 6:57:12 GMT -5
They were talking a foreign language, filled with big words and nonesense that wouldn't make sense to anyone but other dwarves. Psht, she didn't see what was so interesting about the engine, she had seen it as an animal anyway. Well, they fed it and it growled and moved and such, so it was obviously alive...or had been alive, but if it was now dead how could they fix it? You couldn't bring the dead back to life, even Evelyn knew that, so she saw their currently task as pointless, not understanding why Vyncent was letting them waste time like that. Should they not have started walking and be focusing on getting as far away as possible from the Valley Town and all those angry villagers?
She froze in her creeping as Vyncent spotted her, mewing at him innocently before laying down and rolling onto her back, stretching out as she looked back at the now upside down Vyncent, mewing again rather cutely. She had no idea how he always spotted her when she was stalking it, it was annoying really. He must have some special ability that he hadn't told her about. Ohhh, tricksy demon, she would have to try harder next time. One day she would creep up on him without him noticing her! It became her new aim in life.
That mild annoyance evaporated from her eyes as he dangled his fingers over her, mewing happily as she stretched her paws out to attempt to capture those teasing fingers, her claws hidden away safely so that she wouldn't end up scratching him. Cat claws weren't all that dangerous anyway, tiger claws were much better for ripping flesh than cat ones.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jun 28, 2008 16:41:47 GMT -5
"Very good, very good," Nefwyn agreed, nodding as she listened to his idea. "It may not work, but it's better than what we have now. It would at least work for a little while. Some heat-insulation material would be nice, but I don't see you just carrying that around on you...?" She smiled and shrugged. "Re-route we shall. I haven't any of my gear on me, unfortunately, or I might have at least tried fixing this. Altering the course of the heat is the best thing we can do for it right now. That and fix the damage it's already caused. It certainly has done a lot of damage to the gears. Why, the teeth are almost completely worn off of that one!" She glanced over at Evelyn and Vyncent as Evvie pawed at the demon's fingers. Yep, they were still there, that's all she needed to know. She looked back at the engine currently. "It looks like we could use this gap," she pointed at an empty area amongst the machinations, "to re-route. It doesn't seem as if it'll do any damage that way. We'll have to wind away from the fuel tubing here at some point so that we don't melt anything and cause a leak."
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Post by FLICK on Jul 2, 2008 5:24:51 GMT -5
Flick nodded his acquiescence happily, his ponytail bobbing with the vivacity of the gesture. He reined in his excitement again at her comment about insulation. “Unfortunately I don’t – enough of it to be useful is quite bulky; I’m quite small, and well, the logistics would be impossible.” He laughed. “I don’t think heat would be a problem though if we can keep the heat way from the gears, unless somebody repeatedly revved the motor…” He eyed Evelyn suspiciously; if one of them were to do it, he was pretty certain it would be her.
But Nefwyn had agreed they could re-route the engine, which meant he could take things apart. Blocking off the fuel line with a small plug, just in case, he turned his attention to the motor. With swiftness that could come only from practice, he disassembled the piping, spreading it all out on the bench between them. He chuckled to himself – this was the best part. It was like a giant jigsaw puzzle: rearrange the pieces to create something that worked. With the pieces between them, Nefwyn could connect the sections of pipe as well, so they should get a system worked out twice as quickly. It was a good system – they screwed easily into one another, and tools were only necessary if they were stuck or broken.
With a charismatic grin, Flick offered Nefwyn a screwdriver. She’d lost her tools, but if she was going to be of any help (other than for advice, of course) she’d need something to work with. “If you’ve got need of anything else,” he added, “don’t hesitate to ask.” It was a touching gesture, and as meaningful as if he’d just offered her one of his children.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 2, 2008 15:26:22 GMT -5
Vyncent had long stopped listening to the exchange between Nefwyn and Flick by now; it didn't interest him and to be honest he found himself getting more and more confused as they continued to talk. He sighed, leaning back on one hand as the other dangled over Evelyn's cat form, the demon gazing up at the sky lazily. This was better, he was already feeling more like himself now that they were out of the water. It was strange, he realised, how tolerant he had actually become of the river and other streams and lakes. He still loathed them with a passion, and he'd never feel safe or right or like himself around them but since he'd been exposed to them so much lately they'd become less dangerous to him.
He smirked down at Evelyn as her paws captured his deft fingers for a moment, before suddenly tugging them out of her grasp and trailing one finger over her fur in almost an affectionate gesture, although that would more likely tickle her than anything else. Then they danced over her again, the demon looking surprisingly harmless as he played with the shifter. "I wonder if those villagers would have bothered to come looking for us..." he murmured in a low voice, almost talking to himself by the look of it. "We didn't destroy much of their town, and those people had it coming anyway." a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he spoke.
"I wish it was the first time I could say we'd been chased onto the Great River." he laughed softly to himself, "Seems like we keep ending up here, doesn't it?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 4, 2008 9:53:09 GMT -5
It was amazing how easily the little shifter was amused, wasn't it? Nefwyn and Flick had the damaged engine to keep their interlectual brains ticking and Vyncent just needed a good blood bath every now and again for his amusement, but Evelyn was content to roll around and bat at his fingers. Even in her human form she was easily distracted, as Vyncent had found out when she had gone on her dandilion hunt not long after they had first met. She simply apprecitated the little things in life, mainly things that she had been denied when she had been with her Master. Once she had broken the chains of slavery she seemed to have subconsiously decided to pay attention to all those little details that added colour to life.
She mewed happily as she caught his fingers, holding them between her paws as she moved to put her mouth around them, touching her little teeth to his flesh as if to say 'gotcha!', almost as if to make him notice that he had been caught. However, the look of utter surprise and disappointment that glimmered in her emerald eyes as he escaped was adorable, stretching out in a vain attempt to recapture him before mewing at him again in annoyance.
Oh well, she was feeling too lazy for playing now, settling to lay there on her back. She wriggled as he trailed his finger through her fur, purring rather happily as she rolled to lay on her stomach with her head on her paws, now facing Vyncent. If he were anyone else he would have probably have had his finger bitten off, but she trusted Vyncent, he could stroke her a little every now and again if he wanted to because she knew that he would stop if she hissed at him.
Her gaze flickered up as he spoke to her, her ear flicking to show that she was listening, purring a little again to agree with him. No, they hadn't done too much damage this time, and the people that they had killed really did deserve it. Hmmm, maybe the river just loved them so much that was why it kept helping them to escape?
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jul 9, 2008 6:50:44 GMT -5
Nefwyn nodded as Flick spoke and watched as he began taking apart the piping. She couldn't help but be a bit envious and wish for her tools as he did this, setting aside the pieces. It was probably best that Evvie and Vyncent hadn't been watching, because it was a very odd thing (to humans especially) when Flick offered her his screwdriver. She almost gasped, flinging a hand to her chest appreciatively, her eyes twinkling kindly. A tinkerer's tools were their most prized possessions, but not just possessions, mind you. They were friends, instruments of the owner's true passion. It was rather obvious Nefwyn was honored.
"Really?" she breathed. "Alright, then! Let's do this." She accepted the screwdriver graciously, her mind already at work deciding which piece would be best where and which of the bits she would assemble first.
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Post by FLICK on Jul 11, 2008 18:06:19 GMT -5
Flick was pleased at Nefwyn’s – or as he knew her, Serendipity’s – reaction to his gift, if it could be called that. It wasn’t because he was happy to have her so grateful to him, but because it showed the appreciation she had for a tinkerer’s relationship between himself and his tools. Of course, she’d said she was a tinkerer herself, and her expertise when it came to how the motor worked was apparent, but it took her reaction to finally show she had the same passion for her craft as he did. He was glad because it showed she was interested in what she did, showed she understood at least in part how his mind worked, and most of all showed that she would take as much care as he would with his tools. Maybe even more, just because they weren’t hers.
“So whereabouts did you learn your trade, Serendipity?” he asked enquiringly. This time, it wasn’t just to make conversation – it was a subject he took a genuine interest in. He was always happy to meet others like himself, whether to compare techniques, learn knew things, or just have a discussion with somebody who thought the same way. “And, if you don’t mind, where are you going? I mean; how did you end up in a boat with… them?” He nodded at the intriguing pair behind them, aware that he didn’t yet know who they were – just that they interested him and seemed vaguely threatening. “And where did your tools go?” At this point, Flick’s eyes darkened slightly. If they had been stolen, it seemed almost his duty to exact some sort of appropriate revenge on the thieves. He could hardly imagine losing his tools. They were everything to him. The gnome was only vaguely aware of how many questions he was asking – it had always been his nature to want to find out more.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 13, 2008 8:43:16 GMT -5
Vyncent had once again fallen silent after this little one sided exchange with Evelyn, the demon leaning back on his hands rather lazily, pointedly not looking at the boat and instead gazing around the banks of the river for other vessels. He enjoyed it some days when the shifter remained in an animal form, every now and then her questions became tiresome and he needed a break from it. But then, sometimes it was easier when she was a human; he'd gotten ashamedly used to her company and her conversations, although he would never admit it to anyone. Demons didn't need anyone, that made them weak. And Vyncent Schwarz was anything but weak.
He was currently listening to what Nefwyn and Flick were saying, his interest stirred up again by the topic of Nefwyn's origins, and once again the questioning of how she ended up tool-less in a river. Even though she probably wasn't the luckiest of people to get plucked from the waters by a demon and a shapeshifter known throughout the area as being dangerous and (mostly) crazy. He left most of the crazy quirkiness up to Evelyn, although he'd be lying if he said he was the sane one. He recalled once destroying an inn with his black fire simply because they didn't serve the wine he liked... but of course it had been completely reasonable to him at the time.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 13, 2008 13:18:50 GMT -5
Evelyn yawned widely as Vyncent saw back, flashing her tiny, pin like teeth, that did oh so much damaged when she wanted them to. There was only one problem with being a cat, no matter how playful she could be and full of energy, that energy never lasted long and she was soon sleepy and feeling lazy. Her green eyes were drooping as she looked up at Vyncent, as if to ask him what they were supposed to be doing now, but when he didn't look like he would be moving any time soon she decided that she could have a lay down here without missing anything. However, there was always the risk that she would get left behind if they had to jump up and leave quickly. She was only a little cat, they might over look her and only realise that they had forgotten her; she couldn't let that happen, which meant that she would have to take drastic action.
Evelyn slunk up into Vyncent's lap to lay down, resting her head on his knee, her back to him so that he didn't think that she was being too affectionate or anything. Psht, Vyncent was priviledges, she had let him touch her and she had chosen him to lay on to make sure that she didn't get left behind, she was getting far too used to being around Vyncent. To everyone else he was a monster and to her he was her friend; Evelyn just liked to be different didn't she?
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Post by Chani {♥} on Jul 19, 2008 12:45:27 GMT -5
"I learned my trade from my father," Nefwyn responded, speaking in Gnome. She talked fluently enough in Common, but Gnome was so much easier to use and she was afraid she might forget how to speak it from lack of use, so she spoke in it when she could, mainly when she was so furious that Gnomish blasphemies were all that came to mind. She wondered if she should mention her father's name to Flick. He would certainly know it, but she wasn't certain if that was a good thing or not. She decided against it. "Mother didn't much like the idea of tinkering or exploring, she hated my father doing it. It's dangerous, as you know. I think that's why I loved it so much... Well, my parents separated, and I left with my father. He taught me everything he knew." Flick's next question made her a bit wary, but he had let her use his tools, hadn't he? Surely that proved him to be a good Gnome. She decided it would be safest to keep the blueprint a secret for now, but that the rest was alright to tell. "I was robbed by a group of bandits. They threw me into the river. One of these two fished me out, I think it was the shapeshifter. Yes, it was her, Evvie." She looked at the pair on shore before turning back to Flick. She decided to leave out the bit about the bandits bludgeoning her half to death. For one, it seemed almost trivial in comparison to losing her tools. For two, well, she hated admitting defeat. It wasn't over yet. "I had a friend of mine chase them. She will return to me as fast as she can, and take me to them so that I can get my things back." Nefwyn's expression looked almost evil for a half-second, her eyes were fierce pits of flame and made her words unmistakably true. But the demonic look was gone as quick as it had come.
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Post by FLICK on Jul 25, 2008 18:47:40 GMT -5
Flick nodded interestedly as Serenity spoke, appreciating warmly her use of his native tongue. The opportunities to use it nowadays were rare, and it was an exercise he enjoyed. He had learnt Common from his mother, but had always preferred the Gnomish language. In their culture, professions were often passed down from one’s parents – it was rare to find a child who did not follow either their mother or father’s path. And yet, Flick was one such a deviant. Neither of his parents had displayed anything more than a natural Gnomish curiosity when it came to Lost Technology. Flick’s first interest in the field had come from his great-grandfather, who although a carpenter by trade (as was his grandfather, and then his father) knew a great deal about history, and in particular, the Golden Age. And yet nor did he know much about the physical essence of technology, so after his death Flick had left his homeland to venture abroad in search of further instruction.
“I learnt my trade in bits and pieces,” he admitted with a roguish grin. “My father was a carpenter and my mother a weaver, so no luck there – I travelled about to try and discover more, and, well, long story short, I suppose I did.” He flashed another smile. “But I can’t hide the fact that my knowledge has great holes torn in it, and my way of thinking, having come from multiple different people, can be a bit odd at times.” That was an understatement – even when the topic was as far removed from technology as possible, Flick’s obscure social quirks made him confusing and difficult.
The young gnome’s eyes flashed darkly as Nefwyn’s story moved on to the loss of her tools. It would be like losing a limb – Flick could barely comprehend it. But an inevitable question sprung to mind: why would her tools be stolen? Even if the bandit group did have a tinkerer amongst them, most preferred the use of their own tools, and unless unimaginably evil would never dare steal those of another. Was there another reason the wanted to disable her? Was their something else they wanted off her?
“I’ll come with you,” he said confidently, screwing another section of piping into place. He didn’t give her the opportunity to say no.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 27, 2008 13:29:40 GMT -5
((Sorry it's so short, but he isn't really doing anything. XD))
The demon seemed pleasantly amused as the two Gnomes began to converse in their native tongue - so be it, he thought, turning his face up to the sky, the sun playing through his hair. He was away from the water, there was (as far as he knew) no angry villagers following them with blades thirsty for their blood, and two strangers who he'd been in contact with for less than an hour were fixing their boat... rather enthusiastically, truth be told. He had nothing to be concerned with as far as he could see. For now, anyway. He could always find something to complain about later if things went sour.
Lifting a brow as Evelyn crawled into his lap, Vyncent seemed to be in two minds of whether to shove her off or tickle her behind her ear, deciding eventually on neither. She'd just sink her claws into his hand if he tried to disturb her, though he had to admit he was getting rather bored with her in a cat form. You couldn't talk to cats and get a decent reply, could you?
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 31, 2008 7:57:08 GMT -5
Yes, after a while of just laying there even Evelyn seemed to be getting bored of her feline form now. She started to shuffle and fidget in his lap, her ear flicking at the sound of the gnomes chattering away. She had had enough of being a cat now, there was only so long she could spend without speaking before she grew bored, especially when there wasn't anything else to amuse her. She sat up and turned her head to look back at him, mewing at him with a demanding look in her emerald eyes. Well, she couldn't shift back to her human form without having clothes to put on. Her own clothes were on the boat, and she didn't fancy neither getting her paws wet going back to the boat nor disturbing the gnomes while they worked; she had broken the engine, she doubted that they would let her anywhere near it while they were tinkering with it.
She turned around so that she was facing him, mewing at him again before biting the sleeve of his coat to tug on it lightly, as if demanding that he gave it to her. She had worn his coat before when she had lost her clothing, and it may not be all that warm with nothing under it but at least it would maintain her dignity.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Sept 13, 2008 0:30:23 GMT -5
Nefwyn listened to Flick's tale interestedly. How odd that he had not taken after his father or mother. Was he an outcast, too? Not many gnomes who left their homeland weren't. Gnome societies were so close-knit, things kept a consistent inconsistency that was too comfortable to leave. Well, for most anyway.
She had to stop herself from wincing when he said that he'd come with her. She was trying to come up with an excuse, but the finality in the way he said it stopped her. He truly was a good gnome, wasn't he? While she did not want him to come, she could find no excuse as to why he couldn't. She did miss the weight of her tools terribly, it had been such an essential burden. She attached another piece of piping in silent acceptance of his offer, beaming brilliantly.
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Post by FLICK on Sept 15, 2008 4:45:26 GMT -5
ooc; Woah, I love the new little... erm, signature thing! You are loved by Flick! ... plus I get to be in the middle. :3
ic; Flick spun a spanner deftly between his fingers. It flashed from one side of his hand to the other, and then he fit it to a piece of piping. With a few quick twists, the elegant 'S' shape was seperated into two pieces - and then with another, a slightly more functional 'U' was formed, which he quickly slid into place. His dark eyes swivelled towards Nefwyn, even if his head didn't move. She didn't seem too horrified, and she hadn't asked him not to, so he decided she must be happy with or at least tolerant of his decision to go with her. She didn't really have a choice, though. Flick rarely offered them to people, and he was the sort of person that it was hard to say no to. He hadn't travelled with a gnome in quite a while, and it would be good to talk to somebody who first of all spoke his own language, and second of all might understand him just slightly.
The next target, it seemed, would be Vyncent and Evvie. With a quick gesture that was easily disguised as flicking some strands of hair out of his eyes, he glanced over at them and took in as many details as possible in the half-second. The man, he was sure, had to be a demon - the chances his pigmentation and mood were coincidental seemed miniscule. The girl - or cat, now - he couldn't place. She'd displayed the ability to swap between forms with ease, but the air around her wasn't filled with the same magic Vyncent's was. It must be magic focussed internally, not externally, like some talent that she didn't have to consciously activate... sort of. He seemed to be having trouble thinking what he wanted to be thinking. Demons, as far as his experience told, used their magic to externally influence the world, like shooting fire or changing gravity. Evelyn, Flick supposed, influenced herself, changing herself into different forms. Slotting another piece of piping into the engine, he pondered.
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