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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Fenris follows Flora into the old loft apartment. It was strange to see the place empty of all the machine bits. Well, not empty, but to see them all together instead of scattered averywhere was remarkable. "What did you have in mind, Flora?" he asks.<br> <br>A soft rumble, and Flora guides Fenris back into her loft-apartment, tail swaying and flicking behind her. Soon enough, she's already rummaging through a large pile of leather, before pulling out an extraordinarily large sheet and placing it in over the the window. "Hold this down for Flora, yes."<br> <br>Fenris takes the sheet and holds it up over the small window, plunging the room into darkness. "Like this?" he asks, wondering what his friend is up to.<br> <br>"Yes yes. Like that, yes," Flora mumbles, blinking a few times to adjust to the low light-conditions. Silently, she grabs a leather-knife, and cuts a hole in the middle of the sheet, a small one. "Now, if Flora looks there..." she mumbles, looking behind her... Well, it looks like something is visible on the wall, but it's very faint, and nearly invisible. Though one could, with some effort, see the clocktower, upside-down.<br> <br>Flora spends 1 common organic salvage to: ruining it. FOR SCIENCE.<br> <br>Fenris's jaw drops. "How? What? I don't. . ." he stammers. This was amazing! "How did you know it would DO that?" the tiger asks.<br> <br>"Flora thinks. Thinks about this thing. Showed how it would work. Helps with the thinking, yes. Flora was right," clapping her paws together excitedly for a moment, tail swaying behind her. "Is faint, but clear, yes. Flora thinks that if the hole is larger, more light gets through... But," she mumbles, pulling up her drawing, "some light comes from thw wrong point. Meaning the image is... Wrong. Flora will test now, yes!" she mumbles, making the hole a little larger in small increments, until indeed, the difference is noticable. The image is brighter, and easier to see, albeit blurred.<br> <br>Fenris looks at the image on the opposite wall. "What if you used something like Siyu's glasses?" he asks. "The glasses he wears make things look less blurry to him," he offers, "What if we tried something similar here?"<br> <br>"Flora thinks... Might work. Needs to work out the equations!" she murrs with a broad grin. "Flora needs to do testing. But Flora will also test something else, yes. Needs to find more of this stuff," she mumbles, rummaging along a table, before holding up a vial filled with... Well, it looks like a fine, white-yellowish powder. "Flora spilled this... Dissolved in... Not water. Had other things in it... This thing," she mumbles, holding up another container.<br> <br>Fenris looks over the materials, lowering the leather curtain from the window. "What are all of these?" he asks. He didn't know that Flora was an alchemist as well as an engineer.<br> <br>"Crystals. Salt. Fluids, yes. Some things should be careful with. Don't uncork that, that, that, that, and that. No shaking that and that," she mumbles, pointing at various vials and beakers as she talks, tail swaying behind her. "And no putting this stuff in the sun," she mumbles, pulling out a small flask, before quickly putting it back in the drawer.<br> <br>Fenris looks back at the wall where the inverted image of the clock tower had been projected. "This would be a great way to get the rough work for a portrait done," he offers, "All the proportions laid out for you in just a few moments!" He smirks a little, "Though I imagine that setting up a dark box for the artist to work in would make it less than ideal," he says. "What are you thinking about with those chemicals, Flora?" the tiger asks, a little lost on Flora's train of thought.<br> <br>"Flora is... Mostly experimenting. But Flora has an idea, yes. Also, why put the artist in a box? Flora doesn't get that," she mumbles, before pulling out a small, wooden box. "Flora doesn't do much with this. But with a hole here," she mumbles, pointing at the front, before opening it. "A mirror here, yes." And then a piece of glass here, with wood for darkness," she mumbles, before drawing the idea out on paper.<br> <br>Fenris looks over Flora's shoulder. "Without putting the artist in the box, how will you preserve the image?" he asks. The little box was impressive, but he still didn't understand what Flora was trying to do. "If it is all closed up and so small," he muses, "How will anyone see the image?"<br> <br>"If it's like this... Paper can be put here, and you could draw it!" Flora murrs with a grin, pointing at the glass pane, through which the mirror (and thus, the image) would be visible. "But... Flora has bigger plans. Better plans, yes." She mumbles, looking up at the image of the clocktower on the wall. "Flora thinks... Thinks she can draw with light," she mumbles. "This powder," she mumbles. "This reacts to light, yes. Or Flora thinks it does," she mumbles, before sitting down. "Flora needs to figure out how to put it in paper."<br> <br>Fenris blinks, taking in the implications of what Flora was trying to do. "That. . . That is amazing, Flora!" he says, breaking out into a wide grin. He had seen captured images in creator ruins that were more realistic than any painting, and it seems like Flora was taking the first steps to finding out how it was done. "Painting with light!" he chuckles, "What if you just soak the paper in the chemical?" he asks, then thinks for a moment. "Or," he offers, "What if you paint it on a metal plate instead? Then you could print copies of the pictures with a press!"<br> <br>"Doesn't dissolve in water... Flora needs to think... Flora made it with... This. And this," she mumbles, holding up two flasks, before handing the piece of black and white paper to Fenris. "No height-difference, no. Not good for printing... But if Flora can make an image, Flora could make an image of the image!"<br> <br>Fenris is completely out of his depth here, so he simply grins. "What can I do to help, Flora?" he asks sincerely. He really wants this to succeed!<br> <br>"Flora needs to think... Needs to put this into paper... Needs to think," she mumbles, before looking at the chemicals again, silently. "Hrmmm. Flora needs to make this combine /in/ the paper, Flora thinks... Coat it in one, then add the other, maybe. Flora will need to think..."<br> <br>Fenris watches quietly. "Um," he mutters, "Should we be wearing masks? Or open the window maybe?" He knows very little about alchemy, but does know that it often goes wrong in experimentation. . . <br> <br>"No no. No masks. Making this," she points at one of the two vials "this does need extra safety. But it's pre-made," she murrs with a grin, before pulling out a sheet of paper. "Flora needs water. And a brush, yes. Brush is there," she mumbles, waving her paw in the general direction... Of the rest of the room.<br> <br>Fenris looks despairingly around the room for a brush. Any brush. "Um. . . give me a moment," he says. Chewing his lower lip, he glances around, then decides that the most difficult place is probably the most likely and he crawls under a table to look beneath the room's little wardrobe. JACKPOT! Or brush, at least. Exercising a touch of air math, Fenris pulls the brush within reach of his fingertips, then inches out from beneath the table to hand the brush over to Flora. "There you go," he puffs, a little breathlessly.<br> <br>"It's all dirty," Flora mumbles with a frown, before cleaning the paintbrush on her jacket, and rummaging through the cupboard until she has a beaker of water. Soon enough, she's prepared a small layer of water on the bottom of a glass, before dripping the first chemical into it. "Flora first spilled this one and cleaned it up.<br> <br>Fenris watches quietly as Flora starts mixing chemicals, a bit of air magic at the ready. Just in case. |
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Fenris follows Flora into the old loft apartment. It was strange to see the place empty of all the machine bits. Well, not empty, but to see them all together instead of scattered averywhere was remarkable. "What did you have in mind, Flora?" he asks.
A soft rumble, and Flora guides Fenris back into her loft-apartment, tail swaying and flicking behind her. Soon enough, she's already rummaging through a large pile of leather, before pulling out an extraordinarily large sheet and placing it in over the the window. "Hold this down for Flora, yes."
Fenris takes the sheet and holds it up over the small window, plunging the room into darkness. "Like this?" he asks, wondering what his friend is up to.
"Yes yes. Like that, yes," Flora mumbles, blinking a few times to adjust to the low light-conditions. Silently, she grabs a leather-knife, and cuts a hole in the middle of the sheet, a small one. "Now, if Flora looks there..." she mumbles, looking behind her... Well, it looks like something is visible on the wall, but it's very faint, and nearly invisible. Though one could, with some effort, see the clocktower, upside-down.
Flora spends 1 common organic salvage to: ruining it. FOR SCIENCE.
Fenris's jaw drops. "How? What? I don't. . ." he stammers. This was amazing! "How did you know it would DO that?" the tiger asks.
"Flora thinks. Thinks about this thing. Showed how it would work. Helps with the thinking, yes. Flora was right," clapping her paws together excitedly for a moment, tail swaying behind her. "Is faint, but clear, yes. Flora thinks that if the hole is larger, more light gets through... But," she mumbles, pulling up her drawing, "some light comes from thw wrong point. Meaning the image is... Wrong. Flora will test now, yes!" she mumbles, making the hole a little larger in small increments, until indeed, the difference is noticable. The image is brighter, and easier to see, albeit blurred.
Fenris looks at the image on the opposite wall. "What if you used something like Siyu's glasses?" he asks. "The glasses he wears make things look less blurry to him," he offers, "What if we tried something similar here?"
"Flora thinks... Might work. Needs to work out the equations!" she murrs with a broad grin. "Flora needs to do testing. But Flora will also test something else, yes. Needs to find more of this stuff," she mumbles, rummaging along a table, before holding up a vial filled with... Well, it looks like a fine, white-yellowish powder. "Flora spilled this... Dissolved in... Not water. Had other things in it... This thing," she mumbles, holding up another container.
Fenris looks over the materials, lowering the leather curtain from the window. "What are all of these?" he asks. He didn't know that Flora was an alchemist as well as an engineer.
"Crystals. Salt. Fluids, yes. Some things should be careful with. Don't uncork that, that, that, that, and that. No shaking that and that," she mumbles, pointing at various vials and beakers as she talks, tail swaying behind her. "And no putting this stuff in the sun," she mumbles, pulling out a small flask, before quickly putting it back in the drawer.
Fenris looks back at the wall where the inverted image of the clock tower had been projected. "This would be a great way to get the rough work for a portrait done," he offers, "All the proportions laid out for you in just a few moments!" He smirks a little, "Though I imagine that setting up a dark box for the artist to work in would make it less than ideal," he says. "What are you thinking about with those chemicals, Flora?" the tiger asks, a little lost on Flora's train of thought.
"Flora is... Mostly experimenting. But Flora has an idea, yes. Also, why put the artist in a box? Flora doesn't get that," she mumbles, before pulling out a small, wooden box. "Flora doesn't do much with this. But with a hole here," she mumbles, pointing at the front, before opening it. "A mirror here, yes." And then a piece of glass here, with wood for darkness," she mumbles, before drawing the idea out on paper.
Fenris looks over Flora's shoulder. "Without putting the artist in the box, how will you preserve the image?" he asks. The little box was impressive, but he still didn't understand what Flora was trying to do. "If it is all closed up and so small," he muses, "How will anyone see the image?"
"If it's like this... Paper can be put here, and you could draw it!" Flora murrs with a grin, pointing at the glass pane, through which the mirror (and thus, the image) would be visible. "But... Flora has bigger plans. Better plans, yes." She mumbles, looking up at the image of the clocktower on the wall. "Flora thinks... Thinks she can draw with light," she mumbles. "This powder," she mumbles. "This reacts to light, yes. Or Flora thinks it does," she mumbles, before sitting down. "Flora needs to figure out how to put it in paper."
Fenris blinks, taking in the implications of what Flora was trying to do. "That. . . That is amazing, Flora!" he says, breaking out into a wide grin. He had seen captured images in creator ruins that were more realistic than any painting, and it seems like Flora was taking the first steps to finding out how it was done. "Painting with light!" he chuckles, "What if you just soak the paper in the chemical?" he asks, then thinks for a moment. "Or," he offers, "What if you paint it on a metal plate instead? Then you could print copies of the pictures with a press!"
"Doesn't dissolve in water... Flora needs to think... Flora made it with... This. And this," she mumbles, holding up two flasks, before handing the piece of black and white paper to Fenris. "No height-difference, no. Not good for printing... But if Flora can make an image, Flora could make an image of the image!"
Fenris is completely out of his depth here, so he simply grins. "What can I do to help, Flora?" he asks sincerely. He really wants this to succeed!
"Flora needs to think... Needs to put this into paper... Needs to think," she mumbles, before looking at the chemicals again, silently. "Hrmmm. Flora needs to make this combine /in/ the paper, Flora thinks... Coat it in one, then add the other, maybe. Flora will need to think..."
Fenris watches quietly. "Um," he mutters, "Should we be wearing masks? Or open the window maybe?" He knows very little about alchemy, but does know that it often goes wrong in experimentation. . .
"No no. No masks. Making this," she points at one of the two vials "this does need extra safety. But it's pre-made," she murrs with a grin, before pulling out a sheet of paper. "Flora needs water. And a brush, yes. Brush is there," she mumbles, waving her paw in the general direction... Of the rest of the room.
Fenris looks despairingly around the room for a brush. Any brush. "Um. . . give me a moment," he says. Chewing his lower lip, he glances around, then decides that the most difficult place is probably the most likely and he crawls under a table to look beneath the room's little wardrobe. JACKPOT! Or brush, at least. Exercising a touch of air math, Fenris pulls the brush within reach of his fingertips, then inches out from beneath the table to hand the brush over to Flora. "There you go," he puffs, a little breathlessly.
"It's all dirty," Flora mumbles with a frown, before cleaning the paintbrush on her jacket, and rummaging through the cupboard until she has a beaker of water. Soon enough, she's prepared a small layer of water on the bottom of a glass, before dripping the first chemical into it. "Flora first spilled this one and cleaned it up.
Fenris watches quietly as Flora starts mixing chemicals, a bit of air magic at the ready. Just in case.
