Riyeko Lionward; The reserved and nervous inventor (thebesttoys) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-20 03:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, riyeko lionward |
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it....
Who: Riyeko Lionward (Narrative)
What: Bolts, gears, and machines. Oh my!
Where: Riyeko's workshop~!
When: Late night/early morning. (Some horrific hour when sane people sleep)
Rating: G
Status: Complete!
The low whirl of gears, and tick of a metronome kept the silence at bay. There was something there, deep inside the quietest moments that was unnerving, a problem really. This was in part the reason for her steady and constant stream of work. Tick... tick... Realistically, to say she was often surrounded or enveloped in silence was a complete lie. There was always noise. Complete silence was an unnatural state of being. That was why when hunters entered areas where complete silence was obtained, it was deemed strange. Unusual. Then if she were to add her own internal noise, the constant stream of thoughts that rapidly rattled, and fired through her brain, the constant low hum of emotion and white noise wrapped up inside of the tiny package of her body, silence was always a lie. Tick... Ratchet shifted in his sleep below the stool of the other work bench. The one that seemed nearly abandoned as of late. The dog's movements only earned the briefest of glances, assuring that he wasn't having puppy nightmares (he did sometimes) before her gaze snapped back to the 10mm x 1.0 hex bolt was slotted into place at the knee and easily twisted tightly into the hole with the automated screw driver until it was tightly locked into place of the jointed exoskeleton. Eyes squinted slightly behind the goggles worn to assure protection. Riyeko wasn't very large, nor was she particularly tough, or strong. She'd lost the fight in ever possibly being one of those things so many years ago she'd stopped bothering trying to figure it out. Her biggest strength was her intelligence, followed by her aim. Both of which, she'd made significant use of in assuring she'd gotten this far in life. Tick... tick... Eyes rolled over the exoskeleton-esque leg pieces, an examination of the hydraulics she'd combined into the joints easily mapping out appropriately in her head. If these adjustments worked in the same exact manner as her Dragoon oriented jump boots had, then it would allow for an increased lift in the user's own capacity to jump as propelled by the mechanisms built into the leg structure that locked into place around the user's own legs. Then with the added benefit of the hover pads inserted into the lift structures at the bottom of the exoskeletal build... Tick... She couldn't help the slightest of grunts that slipped out as she had to press, push and force the hover blaster to slide, and then click into the appropriate slot in the feet of the rigging. A crease of her brow accompanied a deep sigh. The back of Riyeko's sleeve coming up to wipe at her forehead so that a drop of sweat was wiped away. The action would need to be repeated again. Hopefully, on the next several slots, the boosters to assure proper balance and propulsion would slide in much easier. It would only take a few more of these being inserted before the prototype was up for its maiden test run... Hands collected the hover pad inserts. It might take some muscle, or perhaps some lube, but she'd get them in yet. Tick... tick... Click. "Ratchet, I think we might be ready to fly." Her voice was low, quiet even for the near silence that surrounded them at the unholy hour in which she worked, yet a certain hope, an awe, a reverence for precisely what she was doing was still present. A hand raised again, wiping at the beads of sweat which had collected on her forehead as the machinist had worked herself up while assuring all of the hover pads had been inserted over the last... Well, she didn't know how long right now, all Riyeko knew was that she didn't much believe in Faram, but perhaps for the first time in her life, the machinest would consider this a shining of his holy light. With that, the rocket boots with extended exoskeleton were pulled off the table, being strapped around her legs. |