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Amon rolled his eye at Kalum's little outburst, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Wern burst through the door, crying about his screaming ball.
With a different sort of sigh, he reached out to grab the ball, wincing at the constant scream emanating from the machine. Bringing out the magnifying lens of his eye-patch, he studied the now steaming orb, holding it in his right arm while reaching for tools with his left.
"What did you do?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Terrified, Wern fumbled about trying to find an answer, as if lay somewhere between the flour and a cat.
“I didn’t do anything. I just took Goya out of my bag.” Frowning, Wern looked over at Amon’s arm, or tried. The man was lanky and tall, and so it made it difficult for Wern to see anything. “Do you think it’s from when they hit into everything? Oh-and be careful. Don’t shut Goya off! Its cooling unit, it’s um, making sure Goya doesn’t overheat.” Wern cried. That’s why he didn’t know what else to do. Normally he would shut Goya off to fix them, lest do something to hurt the orb’s inner core, but now, oh goodness.
Goya reached a new pitch, diving low, going from a high to low scream, as if to mimic a siren, but it mainly took on the sound of an oncoming headache. Wern furrowed his brow, hoping that Amon would not destroy the orb, believing it better to put the doll out of “misery” then trying to save Goya. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it to Amon? No. No, Amon was his only choice. If anyone understood clockwork dolls, it was him, but oh cogs, this was terrifying.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 17, 2016 20:37:04 GMT
Edelweiss looked at Kalum leaving, then Vieka grumping, and Wern entering. Then back at Kalum (rinse and repeat). She couldn't keep Kalum from leaving but was that reaction really necessary? He needed more sweetness in his life. A sigh escaped her lips as she settled the tray of tea back on the counter for a second and moved to fetch the other thing that had been left to brew: coffee. She'd only intended to make some for herself to help with staying awake after so little sleep and such a messy party going on, but presently there was someone who needed it more than she did. How much sugar did she usually take again? The redhead took a moment to try and remember that detail back from that time ages ago where she, Stephen and Kalum (and Kalum's sister) met the temporarily-zombified doctor at a cafe, then stuck the sugar cubes in the coffee cup, stirred and settled the cup next to Vieka, then focused her attention back on the tea tray and took it out the kitchen...
Only to find her apartment was a lot less crowded now. Apparently having a machine screeching and looking like it might potentially explode like a bomb was enough to shoo about half of the people present away and out the front door along Kalum.
"Wern, you're amazing! I owe you one." She stated with a snicker when she returned to the kitchen and retook their baking spot. Her mood is so, so SO much better now. "We're only cooking to a dozen now, Vieka-- Ah you two can check Goya in the guestroom, should have more space there than here. Left door next to my room (Amon has the keys)."
"Well...glad something good came out of this," Amon responded with a raised eyebrow as he made his way to the guest room, holding the door open for Wern in both rooms. As he made he way there, he was pleased to see a few more guests leave in fright of the orb's screaming. Guess Goya was useful for something after all...
Finding a comfortable place to sit, he continued to study Goya for more minutes. "...You really need to give me a copy of this thing's blueprints," Amon said with a sigh. Finding what he presumed to be the correct spot, he gingerly pried the ball open, exposing its "heart" and increasing the volume of the sound. A few minutes of studying later, he inserted his screwdriver into one the gears, and with some effort, finally unjammed the gears, making them move and ceasing the ball's cries with a mild hissing sound. After making a few more adjustments and was sure all was in order, he replaced the shell and handed it back to Wern.
"There you go. For now, you might want to keep that thing away from its...'duel-voiced angels'...over excitement might be the cause..." he explained. He didn't know how much about Andersweltlers the guy knew, plus it was best to keep their identities' hidden; not that he would reveal Anders out in the open anyways, but he also didn't know if any other EIRALs sneaked into the crowd, so it was better safe than sorry.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Jumping at the mention of his name, Wern looked to Edelweiss, confused.
“Pardon?” He asked, unsure of what she was referring to. Was she referring to Goya? That their malfunction was his fault? Was it sarcasm? He couldn’t place it, but he didn’t linger on the thought long as she directed them to a new place. No, it seemed like she wanted to help Goya? He didn’t really understand until he stepped out into the living room, and how the number of people had drastically diminished. He let out a light oh, feeling slightly guilty. He hadn’t meant to drive out the people, but Goya was acting strange, and if Edel was alright with it.
Lowering his head, he entered the guest room, sitting next to Amon, but quite a bit away as the guild leader worked on the bot. The screaming had lowered a bit, but steam whirled from Goya’s inner workings. Biting his lip, Wern glanced between the two frantically.
“Uh, yes sir. I will, um, drop them off to you.” He stated, watching the man finish his work. There was an elegance to it, something that Wern had seen before, with his father, but it was different. Fresh, even. Taking the orb from Amon, he held Goya, not too tightly, but enough to nearly feel the grinding, the whirling of those gears again. Nodding, Wern looked between Amon and Goya. His heart still raced, but he tried to calm himself a bit. Or at least enough for him to be able to look Amon in the eye without flinching.
“I-I will keep that in mind. Thank you, sir.” He whispered. Part of him was grateful. The other part was disheartened. Disheartened that he was not competent enough to fix his own bot. Wern shouldn’t have been so useless. So incompetent. For goodness sake, he needed to rely on Amon for help. How was he supposed to earn his guild leader’s respect? Or be able to prove himself to the other? But maybe that was the thing. Maybe there wasn’t anything to prove, and this was just another aspect to testify that.
“Sorry to be a bother.” Wern muttered, running a hand over Goya’s surface.
By the time Amon and Wern had finished fixing Goya, In the kitchen Vieka was surrounded by two trays of scones, one plain and one fruit, two cake tins filled with Victoria sponge cake ready to be put in the oven, a tray of general shortbread biscuits and a mixed berry preserve that she'd just taken off the stove. Oh, and an empty coffee mug. Her mood was still however, considerably bad. For the every guest that left making Edel's mood brighter, her's dulled in contrast, and it didn't help with the screeching orb and Kalum's untimely leaving. She hadn't meant to chase him away, one of the few people she actually didn't mind all that much, just tell him not to throw other peoples cats.
Placing the scones in the oven, Vieka turned to pick up her coat and pull it on, by far no longer in the mood to go through with her litter experiment, especially since most of the people in the house had cleared out now anyway. "They'll need 15 minutes, the sponge will need 20 to 30." She stated blandly, sloosing out her mug in the sink before placing it on the drying rack. "I'll be taking my leave now."
She didn't say much else than that, and barely took a passing glance at Amon and Wern as she left, her bad mood pouring off of her in waves. She had wanted to see Fjaril a panicked mess, something she barely got a glimpse of in the hour or so she'd been here, but no, the woman was annoyingly well put together. She'd have to try something else then, although the early mornings definitely seemed a good time to strike. That in mind, Vieka exited the compartment, although an hour or two later, a large box of 20 doughnuts would arrive with the words 'Happy birthday' scribbled messily on the corner.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
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