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Amon couldn't help but smile and let loose a sigh of relief. Yeah, Sienna was getting much better...and in a sense, so was Wern...
Slowly but surely...
As for this next invention...
"...Huh...what do you think this is, Wern?" he asked, a bit puzzled himself.
"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
Polinya was happy to be able to hold onto the plush. It was soft and smelled nice and it was so big which was difficult but nice to hug. Listening to Sienna’s comment, Wern lowered his head a bit. She might have been shy, but she was able to give a very nice statement. It made Wern almost jealous, but jealous was too negative of a word. Maybe more in line with amazed and admiring? Maybe. He wasn’t quite sure. “T-that was a good statement you made,” Wern said to her, a little embarrassed as he wished he had come up with something equally as good. He had merely said nothing. B-but s-she, she had said something and a lot of good things. I-it made him want to do better as well.
It seemed like he was going to get a chance rather soon.
“This? Well….” Staring at the contraption, Wern analyzed the kids interacting with the organ. One child would press different keys, and although it took some time (maybe about three to five seconds) a click could be heard from the central control panel underneath a white oval. With a flicker, a projection would be displayed on the oval, followed by the sound. In this case, the key that was pressed belonged to the whale setting. The image projected was a drawing of a whale. Once the song of a whale (staticky and almost distant)was finished playing, the light on the oval was shut off, making the image disappear. A click was heard, along with a turning of wheel as another key was pressed and a new image and sound was selected.
“F-from w-what I gathered, it’s umm… a magic lantern of sorts, but altered for k-kids to use. T-they press a button, and an animal or something is depicted, followed by a sound. S-so an education, but also, entertainment purpose p-perhaps?” It seemed the intended audience was for children, for quite a flock of them had gathered in front of the invention to hear the magical and different sounds of creatures they recognized and ones they didn’t. It was q-quite nice, but well, he didn’t want to say such, in case the others didn’t agree with him. Poli liked it, though. She ran up and saw all the keys were labeled with pictures of their sounds. She pressed the train one and squealed at the choo choo of the train.
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 Clairee Donya on Sept 30, 2017 17:21:53 GMT
Clairee followed Edel over to her friend, though she kept quiet and made herself small at Edel's side. It wasn't until the redheaded woman made the introductions that Clairee raised her eyes to meet the baroness. She sure was fancy. It made Clairee feel suddenly meek and bashful, not as surefooted as she'd been earlier, having prowled the grounds since daybreak.
"Pleasure to meet you, miss" she offered in kind. Edel had already given their names. First names. She wasn't quite comfortable using the other womans first name.
Last Edit: Oct 6, 2017 14:57:25 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 4, 2017 7:25:23 GMT
Suddenly it seemed like Clairee somewhat shrunk at Edelweiss' side, much like she grew used to Sienna doing around her while feeling intimidated in a crowd. ...What?
The redhead would have to admit it surprised her a little, as the ebony-haired shorter girl didn't look particularly timid towards her. Yes, surely, Caitlin looked the part of a fancy beauty and by all means that was true (albeit with considerable roguish qualities she was at the moment hiding quite well); but it's not like Edelweiss herself was looking sloppy or disheveled - since CAEsAL's foundation she rarely did, even while at home, and definitely not while in public on a festival. The visible difference in here was a simple matter of Caitlin wearing a dress, and the redhead downing a suit. Maybe that was stark enough a variable to cause the difference in reaction? Only heavens knew...
Oh well, since Cait herself had yet to show any reaction to it all, Edelweiss figured she could let the other half of the equation interact of her own volition first before she says anything. Suddenly a thought popped in her mind that if they do take this festival as a 'girl's day' of sorts, it's going to be a lot more inusitated than first guessed.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Sienna gave Wren a warm, genuine smile at his kind words. She hadn't made a lot of any kind of statements lately and getting some honest positive feedback on something she'd said did a lot of good. Especially since it wasn't from the pair she'd been full relying on all this time. It felt nice, it also was good to know that while she'd been out of the loop for sometime her expertise hadn't crawled off someplace to die like her self-esteem had.
Mingo seemed to note the exchange but didn't let his guard down just yet, still preferring to be a barrier for the shy woman. His head did swivel a bit to the side though allowing a blue beady eye to look over Wren closely. He'd done good so far, but one wrong move and he'd bring swift judgement.
The next item up to see was beautiful, even though the noise was a bit staticy it was still quite amazing and she found herself, much like the children, clambering up to look at it closely. She wanted to see if it had a flamingo button. She didn't force i though and allowed the kids to take the front positions. They'd hit them all eventually and answer her question for her but there was one thing she wished to know as she looked to the inventor. "It's beautiful, is that what a whale really sounds like?" She asked curiously. It was a rather haunting yet pretty sound.
"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
Used to eating weird foods. Mala mainly wanted to lick. Lick tasted weird. Smelt weird too. Man’s food was bad. Even if not food, still bad. Scrunched face, coughed. Then threw thing. “Bad!”
Mulven stood wide-eyed... unsure what to make of the malnurished female and her childlike reaction to a bad decision. His mouth was slightly agape as he stalled on what words to say... what words were there for such a situation as this? "..."
Ikuze raised an eyebrow at the man's statement. "What? You expected maybe someone covered in frills, lace and big doll eyes?" she asked, her mood darkening as she glowered at her current employer before sighing and rubbing the back of her neck. "Sorry... I'm still not over..." the blue haired girl said, trailing off before she could finish her sentence. She couldn't even bring herself to say that the old man was dead... saying it out loud to a stranger would just... It would make it feel far too real again. And reality was not something that she was particularly fond of right now.
She slapped herself across her face to snap herself out of that train of thought even as he began to notice the person rummaging in his cart, who was apparently trying to eat the fireworks. The thought of how the other side of that particular meal might look gave the dower girl a brief snort of a chuckle. Ikuze started to unpack her guitar from its case, thinking over what the fireworks owner had requested. "Something theatrical that builds up eh?" she half-asked of the man, and of herself as well as she thought of what she knew.
A piece of sheet paper caught her eye, hidden beneath her guitar where it had been resting. Her eyes skimmed it over before she rubbed at the traitorous orbs as they began to water up as she recognised the sheet. It had been something that the old man had been helping her with. The one time her grand-father had taken a proper interest in her musical abilities outside of trying to make her into a proper lady of society... Something that both of them had been using to vent their feelings about their whole situation. The war. The Anders. The military. Their history. Anything and everything.
"Yeah..." Ikuze said as she strapped her guitar to herself. "I think I got something." she said before looking over to the man and smirked. "Just you make sure that you can keep up with me. Or I'll be stealing your show from out under your feet." the blue haired thief declared, challenging her current employer as it were. She would wait for Mulven to get himself properly set up whilst she tuned her guitar, going over the lyrics and notes in her head as she did so. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. No way in Hell was she going to make a mistake with this one. Not for its debut.
"You ready?" she asked Mulven before she would begin to play, letting off a sudden chord of music blasting out into the air, almost like a veritable cannon shot. She followed it up in quick succession by three more "shots" before settling into the melody.
Mulven shook his head from his daze as the blue haired musician responded to his previous inquiries. He listened and nodded dutifully though he still hadn't taken his eyes off of the other woman. Curious and curiouser... Not only had she demonstrated a uncharacteristic urge to eat explosives - or attempt to - she was unkept in grooming and fashion. A strange little bird indeed. There was a slapping sound close to his ear and his eyes darted sideways to see the blue-haired vixen making a striking attempt to wake herself from whatever nostalgia he'd lapsed on. "Terribly sorry, you were saying?" he asked. He wasn't sure whether or not to approach the timid creature behind his cart, or attend to business with the performer. He didn't imagine that either would wait around for the other.
He sighed, realizing that despite his curiosity - duty calls - and he must answer the call unless he wanted all his hard work to be in vain. "Yes yes, something that builds if you would please." She assured him she had something for the task as she lifted her guitar. She went over her sheet music as he checked the time. Sun would be setting shortly and they would be able to begin soon. He went about setting up his explosives in the order he wanted them to detonate, and placed them inside tubes at just the right angle to shoot over the center of the fair for a spectacular display. When the sky turned a pretty shade of indigo, he cued the musician and she began her work. Manually, Mulven went about lighting each fuse in time with her temp and tune, eluding to the fact that Mr. Renehan did indeed have rhythm.
Clairee followed Edel over to her friend, though she kept quiet and made herself small at Edel's side. It wasn't until the redheaded woman made the introductions that Clairee raised her eyes to meet the baroness. She sure was fancy. It made Clairee feel suddenly meek and bashful, not as surefooted as she'd been earlier, having prowled the grounds since daybreak.
"Pleasure to meet you, miss" she offered in kind. Edel had already given their names. First names. She wasn't quite comfortable using the other womans first name.
Suddenly it seemed like Clairee somewhat shrunk at Edelweiss' side, much like she grew used to Sienna doing around her while feeling intimidated in a crowd. ...What?
The redhead would have to admit it surprised her a little, as the ebony-haired shorter girl didn't look particularly timid towards her. Yes, surely, Caitlin looked the part of a fancy beauty and by all means that was true (albeit with considerable roguish qualities she was at the moment hiding quite well); but it's not like Edelweiss herself was looking sloppy or disheveled - since CAEsAL's foundation she rarely did, even while at home, and definitely not while in public on a festival. The visible difference in here was a simple matter of Caitlin wearing a dress, and the redhead downing a suit. Maybe that was stark enough a variable to cause the difference in reaction? Only heavens knew...
Oh well, since Cait herself had yet to show any reaction to it all, Edelweiss figured she could let the other half of the equation interact of her own volition first before she says anything. Suddenly a thought popped in her mind that if they do take this festival as a 'girl's day' of sorts, it's going to be a lot more inusitated than first guessed.
Uhuh.... We'll that was strange. Why was the newcomer more-or-less hiding from her? "Please, call me Cait, no need for propriety among friends," she said pointedly, smiling back and forth between the redhead and the raven haired. Edel looked, as always, poised and elegant, confident in a way few other women would ever manage to duplicate. Cait herself hadn't even had the guts to put on a finely tailored suit. She questioned herself for a moment, coming to the realization that perhaps even she wasn't as revolutionary as she liked to believe. the corner of her mouth quirked in amusement at her own revelation. "And any friend of Edel's is a friend of mine." she reassured. Her eyes went from Clairee to Edel and her expression wordlessly asked if this was another one of her orphans. Was she really adopting them this old these days?
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
She tried to shake her nerves. After all, Edel was finely dressed too in fitted layers of fine material fabrics, but it had been so much easier to feel at ease with a woman in a pantsuit. She felt like she could relate to a woman who worked for a living, after all, Clair worked for a living too - more or less - even if it was for her fathers farm. She'd worn enough coveralls in the stalls to assimilate trousers with a strong work ethic. A fancy gown however made her feel alienated from the privileged sort. She didn't used to be so easily intimidated. Before joining the M.I. in fact, she'd had a lot more attitude - all bark and no bite - but Danny Ravensdale had seen right through that and wafted it away like the smoke screen it was.
Doubling down on her sense of self worth, Clairee took a step forward, standing with rather than behind them, as if she belonged in this conversation. The other two seemed to think she did, so she would go along with it until it felt natural. She hoped it would eventually feel natural anyway. But she couldn't imagine what her and the nobel lady could possibly have in common. Edel; she supposed. A friend of a friend and all that. The link in their chain so to speak.
"Then please, call me Clair, short for Clairee" she explained dumbly.
Last Edit: Oct 6, 2017 14:59:14 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 6, 2017 20:32:35 GMT
While there were indeed a couple younglings in CAEsAL that bordered or shared Clairee's age, the woman herself definitely wasn't one of them. Edelweiss felt an amused smile growing at her lips at the interaction developments.
"Clair is also one of Lasair's close acquaintances." She added, assuming that the baroness would - of course - know at least the names of the people who helped with Skye's rescue so long ago. "We met a shortly while ago and figured it might be fun to browse the festival stalls together. Good company makes for a better day afterall. Care to join us? Have one of those 'girl days' in our personal style, that we still ought to?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 8, 2017 22:24:08 GMT
"A pleasure, any friend of Lasair Landevier Lupen and Edel's is a friend of mine," she added to her greeting. then turned a genuine smile to Edel's suggestion. "A girls day is just what I need!" She couldn't think of a better way to spend the day than among peers of the same gender. There were some things that were just better done in the company of women. "Where should we start?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 8, 2017 22:31:56 GMT
"Pffth..... inventors." She scoffed. Was she the only Ander in town that hadnt lost her mind? Machines were dangerous, and useless to their kind - no matter how... curious they might be.
"An inventors fair suuuure, but you don't see 'em hosting a magic fair now do yah? Nope." She rested her chin on the metal grate of the fire escape she was hanging from, her legs poking between the bars and her feet swinging two stories over the street where the festival commenced. She wasnt going down till the tents packed up. No sense getting too close to the do-hickies and dodads.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 11, 2017 2:32:50 GMT
"Hmm... Well, there was a stall we passed by before that was selling 'modern clothing articles' that supposedly are much more comfortable than what's around. Should we take a look?" The redhead suggested. Fabrics and clothes were, afterall, something they all could touch with no issue no matter their ander origins. And any supposedly innovative underlayers that might replace those crude smothering contraption called 'corsets' shall have her due attention.
Then there is a newly spotted Maeve on a fence. Edelweiss felt a half-smile forming on her lips while raising a hand and waving briefly, and had to suppress the urge to ask the Feline girl 'how is the weather up there'.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
"I could get behind that," Clairee replied. Her mind was on clothes anyway, was it not? She smiled to put some confidence behind her statement and motioned for Edel to lead the way.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Oct 16, 2017 13:22:15 GMT
"Bollocks," she'd been spotted.
Maeve waved weakly to her guild leader, though she didn't bother hopping down, since the other woman already had two companions on either side of her. Instead Mae stayed put and moments later realized it was the best decision she could have made. The fire works display was phenomenal from where she was perched and she didnt have to heckle anyone for getting their fat heads or tall hats in her way.