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"Right, so you have the leg?" Asked
Winston nodded and picked up to exoskeletal plate from the Gian's spider, comparing it to the plate he'd made for the back of his hand. Turning it over and over in his hand he marvelled at the way by which it had grown with perfection. Lyra had been trying to teach the ferret how to manage his research a little more competently... which had turned out to be no small task. "Yup."
Having a master of research helping him compile his notes and perform his trials had helped a lot and the raft of notes he had was going to take him a while to work through.
"Good, use that to compare what your source material says about it compared to the real thing. Also, take a look at where your glove..."
"...Gauntlet..." He corrected with a smile.
"...where your GAUNTLET has deficiencies and identify where your attention is best place first." She continued with a sigh. When they had set off on thsi mission, she had hoped that training the ferret to do his own reasearch in a way that allowed other mortal creatures to comprehend them might make her own life easier, however that goal seemed on a horizon so vary far away it almost seemed impossible to attain.
Taking the second of spider leg he had gained, he moved the limb. Since dying it had grown less supple, but the skellington itself was still just as well formed and he could see how the hinges in the... knee? "Duh spiders 'ave knees? Ar do dese leg-bendy-bit goh by some odda name far an exoskeleton?" He didn't really know what an exoskeleton was, of course, so as he poured through whatever books he could find, mostly regarding shellfish and moved the limb, watching how it was articulated with thick flexible plates and flesh, he gradually looked down and the fingers on his new gauntlet.
"I don't know, Winston, but this is a good opportunity to practice writing a question down to answer later to avoid getting distracted... Yes?" Prompted the researcher curtly. Her skill was apparently not in teaching so much as 'being right', but the ferret had a lot of patience and was getting considerably more out of his research with her help.
He had already spent breaks working on the utilitarian gauntlets, making it as light as he possibly could, creating the joints and working a casting of Reach into it, using his Sovereign training that Hellen had been giving him. The metal was an Embersteel alloy, but even that was too fragile to be considered 'armour' at this stage. But making it thicker just made them progressively less agile. Even now they chaffed when doing fine work for an extended period of time, though having played around with them for a while now, they did allow him to pick up and move all sorts of things without actually touching them, which was pretty useful.
He started tinkering with the hinge again, trying to remove the clicking sound it made when he bent his index ginger. The overlapping plates, joint together by the flexible metal he has added using his alchemical processes, rubbed over one another with a 'SSSSHHHHHK' sound that the spider leg did not. It irritated him that it was no already perfect.
"I think that's enough for one trial, Winston." Asserted the cat cadouri firmly. "One must recognise when one's attention is lapsing and need refreshing. You begin to suffer diminishing returns after a while and must rest your mind."
Winston had been told things like this on may occasions and so he nodded as he placed the spider leg to one side with
"Oh-key, yuh right." He admitted half-heartedly. "Tanks soh moch far yuh 'elp. Meh really appreciate et." He said with a great smile.
With a prompt nod to confirm that he was right, she had helped immeasurably, she bid him farewell and left him to what she assumed would not be rest.
As the Holo-com went silent, the ferret turned back to the gauntlet. "Me wonda ef me cun put Expel intuh de gauntlet also?"
He said with a curious expression... It was only a break later he stared at the pile of useless slag that was once a gauntlet and sighed... "Me guess nat." He observed with a sigh. He'd learned a lot, but wrecked his prototype... Perhaps that was finally enough for one trial.
Stretching and putting away his equipement, he made his way up to see how things were going aboard ship.
He had met the Captain just off shore a while back now and they had been sailing for trials. Reportedly, they were only a short distance from Beacon now and it was only a matter of perhaps breaks until they arrived. Apparently though, if the hustle and bustle top deck was anything to go by, he'd been inside
"I see it! I see it!" Yelled
Winston ran over to where the rat Cadouri was, looking out over the sea in the direction she was furiously jabbign her finger. She had not yet developed the decorum most of her monastic betherands had and looked as Winston with a bring smile. "Finally! I'm really looking forward to seeing it, Winston. So many people! All a part of Isonomia, right?"
The ferret nodded with a bright smile. "Most af dem, yup." He confirmed as he hopped down to start gettign Chest ready to go.
He had a few newcomers aboard, rescued from Scaltoth tribe, to deliver to their previous or new lives in or beyond becon... He didn't really mind. Their rescue had not been made with as presuppositions that reciprocation was required... They were free to do as they wished, though if they chose to stick around, that would be great to.
As they made it ashore, people from Beacon welcomed them and the newcomers. Having sent word in advance, Winston had arranged several things be in placed, as usual, for their arrival. He didn't need to do much in all honestly, beyond let them know he would be arriving with some recently freed people. Beacon was build on such things long before he was ever involved and all pulled together to help the people find their way.
For Winston's part, he set-up his chair int eh hall, next to Chest and began their clinic.
Using his scarb
The removal fo the marks of slavery was a mixed experience for most. Some broke down in tears, like a suffocating weight had been lifted from them. While others simply scowled at a hateful thing as it was stripped from their skin.
Whatever the case, the service was always free, always welcomed and offered without any judgement. Isonomia was growing all the time and Winston's inventions were bringing new levels of freedom from their past that had never before been know.
"'ow yuh doin'?" He asked Ricket as he removed a scare from his hip that he had gained from his early life of abuse.
"Good! Thare are so many people here. Were they all slaves?" She asked as the device worked its magic. He had insisted to have his scares treated once they reached Beacon, with everyone else. It seemed like the Rat Cadouri was eagar to 'belong' and Winston was happy to facilitate this for them.
He chuckled. "Noh. Last. Per'aps most? Eidda fram slavery are some far af pavety are oppreshun... But noh, nat all."
The Rat looked at the scare slowly disappearing. "What about you? Were you a slave?" She asked quietly.
"Noh. Me 'ave littal mar dem love an' comfort in me life. Always 'ave. Et makes me very locky indeed." he admitted, doign his best to avoid it sounding like a boast. "Wat yuh gonna doh naw?" He asked casually.
The Monk smiled meekly as he looked up at the ferret for a moment. "I have vowed to help Isonomia, if you'll have me? Captain Capsworth said they needed more people for the boarding parties... I'm not sure how good I'll be at that, but I can help protect the crew if we GET boarded?" They offered. There was something almost pleading in their voice. Like they were more accustomed to be told no then yes.
"Ef dat's wat yuh want. Yuh will be welcam... An one candishun..." He said, causing a slight look of concern cast over Ricket's face.
"Yuh most, af dis point farward, cansida yuhself completely and uncanditionally absolved af yuh vow. Cansida et served and fullfiled. Whatever yuh need, but ef yuh eva noh langa want to serve aboard shep, or as a memba af Isonomia... Yuh most pramiss meh you will fallow yuh 'eart."
Ricket looked confounded as they began to protest. "But... I only just MADE that vow... I can't just give up already."
The ferret smiled kindly and shook his head. "We don't accept et." He replied plainly. "Ef yuh choose to remake yuh vow are stay till your decide tuh leave... Et's jost impartant tuh me, dat jost like dem." He said, gesturing to one of the people that had decided to simply leave after their rescure. "Yuh are free. Ef dat's nat wat yuh want... Dat's a choice yuh cun make true, but Insonomia will never 'ave yuh as a servant... Only an ally."
The Rat swallowed a lump in her throat, which the ferret chose to seem to ignore. "OK... Well... I'm going to do my best to help others as you helped me then and hope that never changes?"
Winston smiled. "Dat sounds perfect." He said with a delighted grin.
"Right, so you have the leg?" Asked
Lyra
with a wearing tone over the Holo-com
they had made for the Lab.Winston nodded and picked up to exoskeletal plate from the Gian's spider, comparing it to the plate he'd made for the back of his hand. Turning it over and over in his hand he marvelled at the way by which it had grown with perfection. Lyra had been trying to teach the ferret how to manage his research a little more competently... which had turned out to be no small task. "Yup."
Having a master of research helping him compile his notes and perform his trials had helped a lot and the raft of notes he had was going to take him a while to work through.
"Good, use that to compare what your source material says about it compared to the real thing. Also, take a look at where your glove..."
"...Gauntlet..." He corrected with a smile.
"...where your GAUNTLET has deficiencies and identify where your attention is best place first." She continued with a sigh. When they had set off on thsi mission, she had hoped that training the ferret to do his own reasearch in a way that allowed other mortal creatures to comprehend them might make her own life easier, however that goal seemed on a horizon so vary far away it almost seemed impossible to attain.
Taking the second of spider leg he had gained, he moved the limb. Since dying it had grown less supple, but the skellington itself was still just as well formed and he could see how the hinges in the... knee? "Duh spiders 'ave knees? Ar do dese leg-bendy-bit goh by some odda name far an exoskeleton?" He didn't really know what an exoskeleton was, of course, so as he poured through whatever books he could find, mostly regarding shellfish and moved the limb, watching how it was articulated with thick flexible plates and flesh, he gradually looked down and the fingers on his new gauntlet.
"I don't know, Winston, but this is a good opportunity to practice writing a question down to answer later to avoid getting distracted... Yes?" Prompted the researcher curtly. Her skill was apparently not in teaching so much as 'being right', but the ferret had a lot of patience and was getting considerably more out of his research with her help.
He had already spent breaks working on the utilitarian gauntlets, making it as light as he possibly could, creating the joints and working a casting of Reach into it, using his Sovereign training that Hellen had been giving him. The metal was an Embersteel alloy, but even that was too fragile to be considered 'armour' at this stage. But making it thicker just made them progressively less agile. Even now they chaffed when doing fine work for an extended period of time, though having played around with them for a while now, they did allow him to pick up and move all sorts of things without actually touching them, which was pretty useful.
He started tinkering with the hinge again, trying to remove the clicking sound it made when he bent his index ginger. The overlapping plates, joint together by the flexible metal he has added using his alchemical processes, rubbed over one another with a 'SSSSHHHHHK' sound that the spider leg did not. It irritated him that it was no already perfect.
"I think that's enough for one trial, Winston." Asserted the cat cadouri firmly. "One must recognise when one's attention is lapsing and need refreshing. You begin to suffer diminishing returns after a while and must rest your mind."
Winston had been told things like this on may occasions and so he nodded as he placed the spider leg to one side with
Smoky's
help."Oh-key, yuh right." He admitted half-heartedly. "Tanks soh moch far yuh 'elp. Meh really appreciate et." He said with a great smile.
With a prompt nod to confirm that he was right, she had helped immeasurably, she bid him farewell and left him to what she assumed would not be rest.
As the Holo-com went silent, the ferret turned back to the gauntlet. "Me wonda ef me cun put Expel intuh de gauntlet also?"
He said with a curious expression... It was only a break later he stared at the pile of useless slag that was once a gauntlet and sighed... "Me guess nat." He observed with a sigh. He'd learned a lot, but wrecked his prototype... Perhaps that was finally enough for one trial.
Stretching and putting away his equipement, he made his way up to see how things were going aboard ship.
He had met the Captain just off shore a while back now and they had been sailing for trials. Reportedly, they were only a short distance from Beacon now and it was only a matter of perhaps breaks until they arrived. Apparently though, if the hustle and bustle top deck was anything to go by, he'd been inside
Chest
longer than he thought."I see it! I see it!" Yelled
Ricket
from the side of the ship, pointing out over the water towards the shore. "Prepare for shore!" Commanded the captain
as the crew responded without delay and started making preparations for landing.Winston ran over to where the rat Cadouri was, looking out over the sea in the direction she was furiously jabbign her finger. She had not yet developed the decorum most of her monastic betherands had and looked as Winston with a bring smile. "Finally! I'm really looking forward to seeing it, Winston. So many people! All a part of Isonomia, right?"
The ferret nodded with a bright smile. "Most af dem, yup." He confirmed as he hopped down to start gettign Chest ready to go.
He had a few newcomers aboard, rescued from Scaltoth tribe, to deliver to their previous or new lives in or beyond becon... He didn't really mind. Their rescue had not been made with as presuppositions that reciprocation was required... They were free to do as they wished, though if they chose to stick around, that would be great to.
As they made it ashore, people from Beacon welcomed them and the newcomers. Having sent word in advance, Winston had arranged several things be in placed, as usual, for their arrival. He didn't need to do much in all honestly, beyond let them know he would be arriving with some recently freed people. Beacon was build on such things long before he was ever involved and all pulled together to help the people find their way.
For Winston's part, he set-up his chair int eh hall, next to Chest and began their clinic.
Using his scarb
Scarbegone
and his healing beam
, he removed the slave marks from anyone that wanted it and healed some minor wounds.The removal fo the marks of slavery was a mixed experience for most. Some broke down in tears, like a suffocating weight had been lifted from them. While others simply scowled at a hateful thing as it was stripped from their skin.
Whatever the case, the service was always free, always welcomed and offered without any judgement. Isonomia was growing all the time and Winston's inventions were bringing new levels of freedom from their past that had never before been know.
"'ow yuh doin'?" He asked Ricket as he removed a scare from his hip that he had gained from his early life of abuse.
"Good! Thare are so many people here. Were they all slaves?" She asked as the device worked its magic. He had insisted to have his scares treated once they reached Beacon, with everyone else. It seemed like the Rat Cadouri was eagar to 'belong' and Winston was happy to facilitate this for them.
He chuckled. "Noh. Last. Per'aps most? Eidda fram slavery are some far af pavety are oppreshun... But noh, nat all."
The Rat looked at the scare slowly disappearing. "What about you? Were you a slave?" She asked quietly.
"Noh. Me 'ave littal mar dem love an' comfort in me life. Always 'ave. Et makes me very locky indeed." he admitted, doign his best to avoid it sounding like a boast. "Wat yuh gonna doh naw?" He asked casually.
The Monk smiled meekly as he looked up at the ferret for a moment. "I have vowed to help Isonomia, if you'll have me? Captain Capsworth said they needed more people for the boarding parties... I'm not sure how good I'll be at that, but I can help protect the crew if we GET boarded?" They offered. There was something almost pleading in their voice. Like they were more accustomed to be told no then yes.
"Ef dat's wat yuh want. Yuh will be welcam... An one candishun..." He said, causing a slight look of concern cast over Ricket's face.
"Yuh most, af dis point farward, cansida yuhself completely and uncanditionally absolved af yuh vow. Cansida et served and fullfiled. Whatever yuh need, but ef yuh eva noh langa want to serve aboard shep, or as a memba af Isonomia... Yuh most pramiss meh you will fallow yuh 'eart."
Ricket looked confounded as they began to protest. "But... I only just MADE that vow... I can't just give up already."
The ferret smiled kindly and shook his head. "We don't accept et." He replied plainly. "Ef yuh choose to remake yuh vow are stay till your decide tuh leave... Et's jost impartant tuh me, dat jost like dem." He said, gesturing to one of the people that had decided to simply leave after their rescure. "Yuh are free. Ef dat's nat wat yuh want... Dat's a choice yuh cun make true, but Insonomia will never 'ave yuh as a servant... Only an ally."
The Rat swallowed a lump in her throat, which the ferret chose to seem to ignore. "OK... Well... I'm going to do my best to help others as you helped me then and hope that never changes?"
Winston smiled. "Dat sounds perfect." He said with a delighted grin.
All template credit, love and admiration goes to Pyrre Ej'qy
