Post by Ϛ The Inventor on Jan 5, 2009 9:29:39 GMT -5
The author would have it known this took place up to a year ago. 'Tis not recent, merely recently posted that you may know some of the history here.
BOOM!
"IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS METAL AND SPROCKETY! Damn that smarts!"
Working with volatile and highly experimental fuels near an open flame resulted in many of these small but painful explosions, but no matter how often he was hit by them, they still hurt as much as the first time. And the soot in the eye stung like nobody's business.
With some creative use of teleportation magic, he removed the dust and debris from his eyes and blinked away his tears, eager to get back to work. He pointed a finger at the joint he was creating and yelled at it while focussing some of the very energy he was made of into heat to weld it. The yelling wasn't really necessary, he just felt more bada** that way. Apparently he wasn't concerned that those same fingers had just been in his eyes and could easily have removed them.
Joint welded firmly in place, he turned his attention to a group of pointy, isosceles triangle-shaped pieces of metal. He pointed both fingers at the group, proceeded to weld them all onto another piece of metal, and stood back, his work finally finished.
The masterpiece he had created sort of resembled...
Well, it resembled a refrigerator with a shark head. And random tubes of metal and such were protruding from all over it. Regardless, The Inventor was clearly pleased.
He made his way over to the front of the contraption and opened a hatch on it. Looking inside, you would have an obstructed view of the room behind it. It was apparently just a hole in the object with a fan in it. The Inventor placed a thoroughly manipulated piece of... something inside, and closed the hatch again.
After a moment of silence (Well, not 'silence'; The Workshop was incessantly noisy), the creation sprung to life. Life which happened to be a cacophony of noise. Well, at least at first. The noises soon sorted themselves out and a pleasing sort of melody could be faintly heard over the racket of the other machines. The Inventor clapped his hands sharply and the other machines stopped dead.
Now it was clear that there was indeed music emanating from the machine in front of him. It started quickly and happily, bringing images of spring and beauty to mind, but it was quickly replaced by a haunting melody, one that could send shivers down your spine and bring you to tears, but at the same time seem strangely soothing.
The Inventor stood facing the ceiling of the room, arms wide open and eyes closed, swaying slowly to the song wearing a sad sort of smile. The chilling melody drew to a sudden stop, but the pause was only a short one before the happy notes of the beginning of the tune returned, stronger than before. The Inventor spun in a slow circle, marveling at the feeling the music gave him until it finally, softly ended.
A distant, melancholy smile still gracing his features, he slipped a small picture of a beautiful woman out of his pocket and ran a finger delicately along the edge of it.
"One day..."
The silence did not last long, however. The Inventor quickly sent the machines back to whatever work it was they did, and returned to his tinkering himself.
BOOM!
"IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS METAL AND SPROCKETY! Damn that smarts!"
Working with volatile and highly experimental fuels near an open flame resulted in many of these small but painful explosions, but no matter how often he was hit by them, they still hurt as much as the first time. And the soot in the eye stung like nobody's business.
With some creative use of teleportation magic, he removed the dust and debris from his eyes and blinked away his tears, eager to get back to work. He pointed a finger at the joint he was creating and yelled at it while focussing some of the very energy he was made of into heat to weld it. The yelling wasn't really necessary, he just felt more bada** that way. Apparently he wasn't concerned that those same fingers had just been in his eyes and could easily have removed them.
Joint welded firmly in place, he turned his attention to a group of pointy, isosceles triangle-shaped pieces of metal. He pointed both fingers at the group, proceeded to weld them all onto another piece of metal, and stood back, his work finally finished.
The masterpiece he had created sort of resembled...
Well, it resembled a refrigerator with a shark head. And random tubes of metal and such were protruding from all over it. Regardless, The Inventor was clearly pleased.
He made his way over to the front of the contraption and opened a hatch on it. Looking inside, you would have an obstructed view of the room behind it. It was apparently just a hole in the object with a fan in it. The Inventor placed a thoroughly manipulated piece of... something inside, and closed the hatch again.
After a moment of silence (Well, not 'silence'; The Workshop was incessantly noisy), the creation sprung to life. Life which happened to be a cacophony of noise. Well, at least at first. The noises soon sorted themselves out and a pleasing sort of melody could be faintly heard over the racket of the other machines. The Inventor clapped his hands sharply and the other machines stopped dead.
Now it was clear that there was indeed music emanating from the machine in front of him. It started quickly and happily, bringing images of spring and beauty to mind, but it was quickly replaced by a haunting melody, one that could send shivers down your spine and bring you to tears, but at the same time seem strangely soothing.
The Inventor stood facing the ceiling of the room, arms wide open and eyes closed, swaying slowly to the song wearing a sad sort of smile. The chilling melody drew to a sudden stop, but the pause was only a short one before the happy notes of the beginning of the tune returned, stronger than before. The Inventor spun in a slow circle, marveling at the feeling the music gave him until it finally, softly ended.
A distant, melancholy smile still gracing his features, he slipped a small picture of a beautiful woman out of his pocket and ran a finger delicately along the edge of it.
"One day..."
The silence did not last long, however. The Inventor quickly sent the machines back to whatever work it was they did, and returned to his tinkering himself.
