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| − | <div></div><br> <br>At the pre-assigned meeting place, the edge of firmament, stands a lone sparrow. He wears a black leather jacket and a cocky grin as he holds a strand of some form of plant in his mouth, awaiting arrivals for the task at hand.<br> <br>Another bird arrives to the meeting place, this one not wearing a thing for the simple reason of being a quadruped. Flying in and landing gracefully, the raven-panther hybridized griffon fluffs his feathers afterward and pads over to the sparrow. Hopefully this one isn't called Jack...<br> <br>Arriving at the meeting place shortly after is the dark-armored badger. Cedric wasn't really sure as to how he might be able to help with airship construction, but they didn't seem to list any qualifications for the job. Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve any devious cats.<br> <br>The sparrow looks up and spits out the contents of his mouth on the ground. "Hey! My names Jim." he says with a look and a nod of his head. "So my boss wants to add something new to his next airship, but he needs someone to go fetch some parts for the thing. Are you up for it? It'll be dangerous, creator ruins aren't a cake-walk. I just need you to bring some good parts back to me here and you'll all get your due reward. Hows that sound?"<br> <br>Mazurek chirps with a tilt of the head, "Entering some Creator Ruins for some parts? I won't be the best sort to do the critical delving, but I can hold back most threats. What is needed and where will we be going?" He looks to the badger and back, "The two of us can fly there if nobody else is coming along with us."<br> <br>The job actually sounds rather promising to the young badger. He's never had the pleasure of seeing creator ruins for himself before. Cedric gives a nod to Jim the Sparrow, introducing himself in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Cedric. Nice to meet you, Jim." He turns his head to the griffon, nodding. "The job sounds good to me." he adds, waiting to find out if they'll be escorting anyone else to said ruins.<br> <br>Bite says "You'll be bringing... where did he go. Ricky! Get out here." says Jim, a weasel coming out to the group staggering drunk. "Reporting sir!" he calls out with a sloppy salute. "Ricky you're a mess. Sober up on the way over and help these folks get what we need." he says with a shake of his head. "Sorry you'll have to put up with this grunt, but he knows what we're looking for." the sparrow says rather cooly.<br> <br>The griffon breaks out into a fairly wide grin upon hearing the weasel is drunk, "I know the perfect way to sober drunks up." He pads over to Rickey and actually begins to bat him with his wings, playing with him a little, "I'll take him into the air for a while and the cold should help, no?"<br> <br>Cedric chuckles a little at the appearance of the drunken weasel. "Alright." he says to the sparrow as Mazurek bats the weasel with his wing. "Should be fine, I think. He any good in a fight, d'you know?" the badger inquires to Jim of Ricky's prowess.<br> <br>The weasel blinks and shakes his head. "I do enough flying I'll be uh..." he says as he looks like he might vomit, the sparrow just rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Get going Ricky." he says as he waves the folks off. "He's a coward, don't expect him to pull his weight. He'll get you through alright, if he's not too drunk, or hung over, but I'd say you're going to be fighting on your own."<br> <br>Mazurek nods, "Fair enough." He pads over to Cedric and settles on his belly, "Climb aboard, friend. We'll be going the easy route this time around." As for the drunk... Well, he gets forced to endure the ride of his life, for when the group sets out he is picked up by the arms by the griffon's hind legs. One way to get sober real fast is to take in nice, crisp, cold air.<br> <br>Cedric nods to Mazurek and climbs aboard as gracefully as he can, taking care not to ruffle too many feathers, so to speak. "That's a shame... though I'm sure his sword arm would be too wobbly to be of much use today, anyhow." he says before waving to Jim. "Well anyway, we'll do our best."<br> <br>As the griffon takes off Jim goes back to being cool, staying in place for a while before he walks off. Ricky doesn't fair so well as he's grabbed, taking it as a chance to blow chunks, a piece of the splatter disgusting some poor mother below them as they head out of town. Ricky points the general direction with ease, although he doesn't seem to know where it is exactly.<br> <br>The griffon takes the two out to the east as high as they can safely go. Hopefully the weasel sobers up during this trip, for they continue until the avian actually starts to descend. Straight ahead is their destination and he can't help but ask, "Does anyone else see that shiny thing below? It's calling to me and I must know what it is!"<br> <br>Cedric holds on as tight as can during the flight, taking a look around. He's finding the ride fairly enjoyable... probably more so than the inebriated weasel. At the griffon's voice he looks downward trying to spot the shiny thing he's mentioned. "No clue..." he replies, wondering what it could possibly be.<br> <br>At the griffons approach, the entrance to the ruins appears very modest, mildly overtaken by foliage. The shiny object appears to be a very large, shiny ball, with metal in some places, and in others a rough black pliable material. It is far colder than the surrounding area, one can tell by the feel of the area as they approach, and it rests atop what appear to be the bones of some poor being, who belonged to the heavy clan from the looks of the little metal trinket bearing the clans image. Ricky slowly approaches the thing, looking all around as though he were expecting some form of trap, but is quickly put at ease as he approaches it more quickly.<br> <br>Mazurek fortunately had the mind to set the weasel down before touching down completely. The chill around the area is notable, even for him these days. He will let Cedric down to walk if he desires it, but otherwise stays close to the weasel, "So it's not something this kleptomaniacal bird instinct of mine can claim. Fortunate for us." He looks around for possible clues, "Should I spend the precious few minutes it takes to turn into my dragon form for total comfort?"<br> <br>Cedric steps down from the griffon's back and follows the weasel. "Is this the right place?" he asks the weasel before turning back to Mazurek. "Um... if it'd make you more comfortable." he replies, unfamiliar with the dragon form, personally. He continues following Ricky towards the thing.<br> <br>The weasel looks slightly confused, unsure what to make of the object. After some contemplation he puts his hands on it and pulls back. "It's freezing." he says before he touches it again and tries to move it from the body, failing miserablely. Despite being a ball it appears to sink in on the bottom where some of the pliable material touches the ground. "And heavy." he says before sighing. "It's not what we're here for but... do you wanna try and see what it is?" he says with a smile, producing a knife and a small hammer.<br> <br>Mazurek squawks as a feather is tugged by the badger during his dismounting. Looking back a little he makes sure the dismounting is less work on the rider by settling to his belly in the meantime, "I can fly easily in this form, but as a dragon I will not be affected by the natural elements. I can use some maths to keep us warm no matter which form I choose, though." That and he can hold things MUCH better as a dragon... It doesn't take long for him to decide, "Before you do anything, let me take the time to change." He focuses on changing, eyes closing. First his form changes to his natural iguana form, which takes all of ten seconds or so, but he continues to focus afterward, summoning up the power to change dedications from Griffon to Dragon, complete with transformation...if at all possible all the way out here. | + | <div></div><br> <br>At the pre-assigned meeting place, the edge of firmament, stands a lone sparrow. He wears a black leather jacket and a cocky grin as he holds a strand of some form of plant in his mouth, awaiting arrivals for the task at hand.<br> <br>Another bird arrives to the meeting place, this one not wearing a thing for the simple reason of being a quadruped. Flying in and landing gracefully, the raven-panther hybridized griffon fluffs his feathers afterward and pads over to the sparrow. Hopefully this one isn't called Jack...<br> <br>Arriving at the meeting place shortly after is the dark-armored badger. Cedric wasn't really sure as to how he might be able to help with airship construction, but they didn't seem to list any qualifications for the job. Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve any devious cats.<br> <br>The sparrow looks up and spits out the contents of his mouth on the ground. "Hey! My names Jim." he says with a look and a nod of his head. "So my boss wants to add something new to his next airship, but he needs someone to go fetch some parts for the thing. Are you up for it? It'll be dangerous, creator ruins aren't a cake-walk. I just need you to bring some good parts back to me here and you'll all get your due reward. Hows that sound?"<br> <br>Mazurek chirps with a tilt of the head, "Entering some Creator Ruins for some parts? I won't be the best sort to do the critical delving, but I can hold back most threats. What is needed and where will we be going?" He looks to the badger and back, "The two of us can fly there if nobody else is coming along with us."<br> <br>The job actually sounds rather promising to the young badger. He's never had the pleasure of seeing creator ruins for himself before. Cedric gives a nod to Jim the Sparrow, introducing himself in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Cedric. Nice to meet you, Jim." He turns his head to the griffon, nodding. "The job sounds good to me." he adds, waiting to find out if they'll be escorting anyone else to said ruins.<br> <br>Bite says "You'll be bringing... where did he go. Ricky! Get out here." says Jim, a weasel coming out to the group staggering drunk. "Reporting sir!" he calls out with a sloppy salute. "Ricky you're a mess. Sober up on the way over and help these folks get what we need." he says with a shake of his head. "Sorry you'll have to put up with this grunt, but he knows what we're looking for." the sparrow says rather cooly.<br> <br>The griffon breaks out into a fairly wide grin upon hearing the weasel is drunk, "I know the perfect way to sober drunks up." He pads over to Rickey and actually begins to bat him with his wings, playing with him a little, "I'll take him into the air for a while and the cold should help, no?"<br> <br>Cedric chuckles a little at the appearance of the drunken weasel. "Alright." he says to the sparrow as Mazurek bats the weasel with his wing. "Should be fine, I think. He any good in a fight, d'you know?" the badger inquires to Jim of Ricky's prowess.<br> <br>The weasel blinks and shakes his head. "I do enough flying I'll be uh..." he says as he looks like he might vomit, the sparrow just rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Get going Ricky." he says as he waves the folks off. "He's a coward, don't expect him to pull his weight. He'll get you through alright, if he's not too drunk, or hung over, but I'd say you're going to be fighting on your own."<br> <br>Mazurek nods, "Fair enough." He pads over to Cedric and settles on his belly, "Climb aboard, friend. We'll be going the easy route this time around." As for the drunk... Well, he gets forced to endure the ride of his life, for when the group sets out he is picked up by the arms by the griffon's hind legs. One way to get sober real fast is to take in nice, crisp, cold air.<br> <br>Cedric nods to Mazurek and climbs aboard as gracefully as he can, taking care not to ruffle too many feathers, so to speak. "That's a shame... though I'm sure his sword arm would be too wobbly to be of much use today, anyhow." he says before waving to Jim. "Well anyway, we'll do our best."<br> <br>As the griffon takes off Jim goes back to being cool, staying in place for a while before he walks off. Ricky doesn't fair so well as he's grabbed, taking it as a chance to blow chunks, a piece of the splatter disgusting some poor mother below them as they head out of town. Ricky points the general direction with ease, although he doesn't seem to know where it is exactly.<br> <br>The griffon takes the two out to the east as high as they can safely go. Hopefully the weasel sobers up during this trip, for they continue until the avian actually starts to descend. Straight ahead is their destination and he can't help but ask, "Does anyone else see that shiny thing below? It's calling to me and I must know what it is!"<br> <br>Cedric holds on as tight as can during the flight, taking a look around. He's finding the ride fairly enjoyable... probably more so than the inebriated weasel. At the griffon's voice he looks downward trying to spot the shiny thing he's mentioned. "No clue..." he replies, wondering what it could possibly be.<br> <br>At the griffons approach, the entrance to the ruins appears very modest, mildly overtaken by foliage. The shiny object appears to be a very large, shiny ball, with metal in some places, and in others a rough black pliable material. It is far colder than the surrounding area, one can tell by the feel of the area as they approach, and it rests atop what appear to be the bones of some poor being, who belonged to the heavy clan from the looks of the little metal trinket bearing the clans image. Ricky slowly approaches the thing, looking all around as though he were expecting some form of trap, but is quickly put at ease as he approaches it more quickly.<br> <br>Mazurek fortunately had the mind to set the weasel down before touching down completely. The chill around the area is notable, even for him these days. He will let Cedric down to walk if he desires it, but otherwise stays close to the weasel, "So it's not something this kleptomaniacal bird instinct of mine can claim. Fortunate for us." He looks around for possible clues, "Should I spend the precious few minutes it takes to turn into my dragon form for total comfort?"<br> <br>Cedric steps down from the griffon's back and follows the weasel. "Is this the right place?" he asks the weasel before turning back to Mazurek. "Um... if it'd make you more comfortable." he replies, unfamiliar with the dragon form, personally. He continues following Ricky towards the thing.<br> <br>The weasel looks slightly confused, unsure what to make of the object. After some contemplation he puts his hands on it and pulls back. "It's freezing." he says before he touches it again and tries to move it from the body, failing miserablely. Despite being a ball it appears to sink in on the bottom where some of the pliable material touches the ground. "And heavy." he says before sighing. "It's not what we're here for but... do you wanna try and see what it is?" he says with a smile, producing a knife and a small hammer.<br> <br>Mazurek squawks as a feather is tugged by the badger during his dismounting. Looking back a little he makes sure the dismounting is less work on the rider by settling to his belly in the meantime, "I can fly easily in this form, but as a dragon I will not be affected by the natural elements. I can use some maths to keep us warm no matter which form I choose, though." That and he can hold things MUCH better as a dragon... It doesn't take long for him to decide, "Before you do anything, let me take the time to change." He focuses on changing, eyes closing. First his form changes to his natural iguana form, which takes all of ten seconds or so, but he continues to focus afterward, summoning up the power to change dedications from Griffon to Dragon, complete with transformation...if at all possible all the way out here.<br> <br>Cedric is a very curious badger, and even though this might be a dangerous waste of time, he can't push aside his desire to figure out what this thing is. He takes a moment to decide whether he wants to know badly enough to wind up as crushed as the body underneath. Finally he decides to throw his caution to the wind (along with his better judgement) and nods to the weasel. "Yes. Yes, I wanna find out. I think we've got some time on our hands here, but let's wait for a moment, before you have at it." he says, gesturing towards Mazurek with the back of his hand.<br> <br>The dragon has full chance to transform himself, before the weasel takes his two tools and inspects the object, looking for anything different. He eventually finds it, a small spot near the underside provides what appears to be a small, circular raised section that when touched, depresses into a slot before popping back into place. As it is pressed, a sound of air rushing past is heard as a wave of heat grazes over the party. As it does the sphere begins to shrink in size, the object no longer frigid, and the pliable portions of the ball receed into the metal frame, almost from view. The only sound beyond the rush of air is a slosh that quickly diminishes before going silent, leaving a very puzzled weasel. He nudges it, pulling back at the heat before giving it a nudge with his boot to which it responds by giving way and moving off of the skeleton.<br> <br>Mazurek is actually glad he chose to transform, even if he might not really be presentable in the end. The rush of heat does not bother him like it would have as a griffon, and the now-elevent foot reptile steps forward to catch the hot ball-thing as it rolls off the skeleton, "Nice move. Better hope this thing doesn't need to stay on it to function again."<br> <br>Cedric gives a cough at the wave of heated air and watches the ball roll off the remains, curiously. He looks to the weasel, asking, "So... any idea what this is, yet?" he tries not to sound too impatient with Ricky, he's just very, very curious now. Just as a precaution, he draws his polearm from its sheath on his back.<br> <br>The weasel watches the dragon stop it and says "Umm... Maybe hold it by the metal part and... press the thing again?" he suggests, watching the thing carefully. The heat slowly disspiates but the ball still retains a great deal of it.<br> <br>Mazurek holds the ball as if it is as cool as can be, showing no sign that it is harming him whatsoever even though it is more than obvious that is it very hot. He turns it so that he is holding it as instructed and then uses his tail to press the button once again, "Like this?" He did note the previous effect it had, and wonders if it will happen again.<br> <br>Cedric watches on in anticpation, both nervous and excited to see what's going to happen with this ball. He doesn't really have any suggestions to offer in this situation, as this sort of thing is far beyond his expertise. He stands quietly somewhere between the weasel and the dragon, bracing himself for whatever horrors they may have just unleashed.<br> <br>The object, one pressed draws in a woosh of air, the only uncomfortable effect of this is that it becomes hard to breathe for a short time, and then the area feels unbearably dry. The object makes a "breep" sound once before it slowly expands its pliable section again, the object seeming to fill with a slosh before it becomes unbearbly heavy and cold once more. The weasel moves to touch it again, not very mindful of the dragon as he does so. "It appears to be of great weight at whim." he says finally, rubbing his forehead. "Can we bring it with us? It could prove useful." he says with a nod.<br> <br>The dragon's arms and legs bulge a bit as the object increases its weight while he still holds it. Yet again he doesn't let it go even though it is once again very cold, "Yes, indeed, it seems very heavy. We would be fools not to take it with us, though I am likely to be a target if we run into any battles." Then again he still has his tail and his maths. With the object in tow he actually takes the lead entering the passage.<br> <br>Cedric seems to relax a little as he follows the dragon into the passage. "I'm just glad it didn't blow everything up." he remarks, keeping his weapon drawn and resting on his shoulder as he makes his way. He stops for a moment to turn his head, calling back to the weasel, "You coming, Ricky?"<br> <br>The weasel follows along behind the group for a while, the passage riddled with vines and the like. It appears this section of the ruin has been completely emptied, someone has even tried to remove the walls from the looks of it. Scattered about are various scraps of metal, some of which Ricky snatches up and tosses into a bag, apparently part of some grand mechanics that no longer exist here. He finally takes the lead, looking at the heavy object and saying "You know, you might be more useful if you hit the button again and it was lighter." he quips, looking the dragon over before rubbing his forehead once more.<br> <br>The dragon hisses and turns his head to one side swiftly, his body following suit just as quickly as the weight of the object allows. He mutters something before a flame appears over his tail, using some fire math to light up the area. Just don't mistake him for a Charizard here as the flame isn't ignoring over his flesh at all. He is looking for something, but isn't voicing what.<br> <br>The badger shuts his eyelids in response to the sudden light of the fire math, his eyes having only recently adjusted to the darkness of the passage. He continues walking along as he opens his eyes and addresses the weasel quietly, "Any sign of what we're looking for yet?" he asks.<br> <br>The area is lit up! Revealing some very active plants creeping along the wall and floors towards the group. The weasel stammers a bit and darts off ahead, tossing a smoke bomb behind him which has the effect of obscuring the approaching plants, and clouding the visibility provided by the light. "Lets go!" he blurts out a short distance ahead, he seems pretty slow right now, but the vines don't seem to be having any trouble with the optical ruse.<br> <br>Mazurek wasn't quite expecting what he ends up spotting the moment he looks around after putting some light on the subject. He reacts in a similar manner to the weasel, but in this instance he lets it out as a blast of fire from an open mouth, working some more fire maths directly at the vines. He is not anywhere near as fast at running as the other two are, thanks to the heavy burden.<br> <br>Cedric is shocked as he comes to see the moving plants, and instead of running ahead with the weasel, he sticks back with Mazurek, brandishing his life drinker polearm at the tangle of living tangle of vines, attempting to stab at those nearest to him.<br> <br>The life drinker cuts apart a piece of the approaching mass, the fireball damaging and slowing its approach and giving the group some breathing room as they all run a fair feat into what appears less stripped creator ruins. With a sudden surge the plants move forward, enagaging the party.<br> <br>The plants suddenly stop as they are hacked and slashed at, burned and fought back valiantly by Mazurek and Cedric. Suddenly the floor pushes Mazurek and Cedric back on their rumps as Ricky seems to fiddle with a machine on the wall. He stops and stares at them, as the round mounds with extensions that look like pipes swivel and direct at Mazurek and Cedric, before they are assaulted by the vines. The twin creator tech things swivel back around and there is a loud "BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZT", followed by eight more and blinding flashes of light. When the flashes clear the plants are retreating, charred and blackened vine parts remaining in their wake. The devices then retreat back into the floor. |
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At the pre-assigned meeting place, the edge of firmament, stands a lone sparrow. He wears a black leather jacket and a cocky grin as he holds a strand of some form of plant in his mouth, awaiting arrivals for the task at hand.
Another bird arrives to the meeting place, this one not wearing a thing for the simple reason of being a quadruped. Flying in and landing gracefully, the raven-panther hybridized griffon fluffs his feathers afterward and pads over to the sparrow. Hopefully this one isn't called Jack...
Arriving at the meeting place shortly after is the dark-armored badger. Cedric wasn't really sure as to how he might be able to help with airship construction, but they didn't seem to list any qualifications for the job. Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve any devious cats.
The sparrow looks up and spits out the contents of his mouth on the ground. "Hey! My names Jim." he says with a look and a nod of his head. "So my boss wants to add something new to his next airship, but he needs someone to go fetch some parts for the thing. Are you up for it? It'll be dangerous, creator ruins aren't a cake-walk. I just need you to bring some good parts back to me here and you'll all get your due reward. Hows that sound?"
Mazurek chirps with a tilt of the head, "Entering some Creator Ruins for some parts? I won't be the best sort to do the critical delving, but I can hold back most threats. What is needed and where will we be going?" He looks to the badger and back, "The two of us can fly there if nobody else is coming along with us."
The job actually sounds rather promising to the young badger. He's never had the pleasure of seeing creator ruins for himself before. Cedric gives a nod to Jim the Sparrow, introducing himself in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Cedric. Nice to meet you, Jim." He turns his head to the griffon, nodding. "The job sounds good to me." he adds, waiting to find out if they'll be escorting anyone else to said ruins.
Bite says "You'll be bringing... where did he go. Ricky! Get out here." says Jim, a weasel coming out to the group staggering drunk. "Reporting sir!" he calls out with a sloppy salute. "Ricky you're a mess. Sober up on the way over and help these folks get what we need." he says with a shake of his head. "Sorry you'll have to put up with this grunt, but he knows what we're looking for." the sparrow says rather cooly.
The griffon breaks out into a fairly wide grin upon hearing the weasel is drunk, "I know the perfect way to sober drunks up." He pads over to Rickey and actually begins to bat him with his wings, playing with him a little, "I'll take him into the air for a while and the cold should help, no?"
Cedric chuckles a little at the appearance of the drunken weasel. "Alright." he says to the sparrow as Mazurek bats the weasel with his wing. "Should be fine, I think. He any good in a fight, d'you know?" the badger inquires to Jim of Ricky's prowess.
The weasel blinks and shakes his head. "I do enough flying I'll be uh..." he says as he looks like he might vomit, the sparrow just rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Get going Ricky." he says as he waves the folks off. "He's a coward, don't expect him to pull his weight. He'll get you through alright, if he's not too drunk, or hung over, but I'd say you're going to be fighting on your own."
Mazurek nods, "Fair enough." He pads over to Cedric and settles on his belly, "Climb aboard, friend. We'll be going the easy route this time around." As for the drunk... Well, he gets forced to endure the ride of his life, for when the group sets out he is picked up by the arms by the griffon's hind legs. One way to get sober real fast is to take in nice, crisp, cold air.
Cedric nods to Mazurek and climbs aboard as gracefully as he can, taking care not to ruffle too many feathers, so to speak. "That's a shame... though I'm sure his sword arm would be too wobbly to be of much use today, anyhow." he says before waving to Jim. "Well anyway, we'll do our best."
As the griffon takes off Jim goes back to being cool, staying in place for a while before he walks off. Ricky doesn't fair so well as he's grabbed, taking it as a chance to blow chunks, a piece of the splatter disgusting some poor mother below them as they head out of town. Ricky points the general direction with ease, although he doesn't seem to know where it is exactly.
The griffon takes the two out to the east as high as they can safely go. Hopefully the weasel sobers up during this trip, for they continue until the avian actually starts to descend. Straight ahead is their destination and he can't help but ask, "Does anyone else see that shiny thing below? It's calling to me and I must know what it is!"
Cedric holds on as tight as can during the flight, taking a look around. He's finding the ride fairly enjoyable... probably more so than the inebriated weasel. At the griffon's voice he looks downward trying to spot the shiny thing he's mentioned. "No clue..." he replies, wondering what it could possibly be.
At the griffons approach, the entrance to the ruins appears very modest, mildly overtaken by foliage. The shiny object appears to be a very large, shiny ball, with metal in some places, and in others a rough black pliable material. It is far colder than the surrounding area, one can tell by the feel of the area as they approach, and it rests atop what appear to be the bones of some poor being, who belonged to the heavy clan from the looks of the little metal trinket bearing the clans image. Ricky slowly approaches the thing, looking all around as though he were expecting some form of trap, but is quickly put at ease as he approaches it more quickly.
Mazurek fortunately had the mind to set the weasel down before touching down completely. The chill around the area is notable, even for him these days. He will let Cedric down to walk if he desires it, but otherwise stays close to the weasel, "So it's not something this kleptomaniacal bird instinct of mine can claim. Fortunate for us." He looks around for possible clues, "Should I spend the precious few minutes it takes to turn into my dragon form for total comfort?"
Cedric steps down from the griffon's back and follows the weasel. "Is this the right place?" he asks the weasel before turning back to Mazurek. "Um... if it'd make you more comfortable." he replies, unfamiliar with the dragon form, personally. He continues following Ricky towards the thing.
The weasel looks slightly confused, unsure what to make of the object. After some contemplation he puts his hands on it and pulls back. "It's freezing." he says before he touches it again and tries to move it from the body, failing miserablely. Despite being a ball it appears to sink in on the bottom where some of the pliable material touches the ground. "And heavy." he says before sighing. "It's not what we're here for but... do you wanna try and see what it is?" he says with a smile, producing a knife and a small hammer.
Mazurek squawks as a feather is tugged by the badger during his dismounting. Looking back a little he makes sure the dismounting is less work on the rider by settling to his belly in the meantime, "I can fly easily in this form, but as a dragon I will not be affected by the natural elements. I can use some maths to keep us warm no matter which form I choose, though." That and he can hold things MUCH better as a dragon... It doesn't take long for him to decide, "Before you do anything, let me take the time to change." He focuses on changing, eyes closing. First his form changes to his natural iguana form, which takes all of ten seconds or so, but he continues to focus afterward, summoning up the power to change dedications from Griffon to Dragon, complete with transformation...if at all possible all the way out here.
Cedric is a very curious badger, and even though this might be a dangerous waste of time, he can't push aside his desire to figure out what this thing is. He takes a moment to decide whether he wants to know badly enough to wind up as crushed as the body underneath. Finally he decides to throw his caution to the wind (along with his better judgement) and nods to the weasel. "Yes. Yes, I wanna find out. I think we've got some time on our hands here, but let's wait for a moment, before you have at it." he says, gesturing towards Mazurek with the back of his hand.
The dragon has full chance to transform himself, before the weasel takes his two tools and inspects the object, looking for anything different. He eventually finds it, a small spot near the underside provides what appears to be a small, circular raised section that when touched, depresses into a slot before popping back into place. As it is pressed, a sound of air rushing past is heard as a wave of heat grazes over the party. As it does the sphere begins to shrink in size, the object no longer frigid, and the pliable portions of the ball receed into the metal frame, almost from view. The only sound beyond the rush of air is a slosh that quickly diminishes before going silent, leaving a very puzzled weasel. He nudges it, pulling back at the heat before giving it a nudge with his boot to which it responds by giving way and moving off of the skeleton.
Mazurek is actually glad he chose to transform, even if he might not really be presentable in the end. The rush of heat does not bother him like it would have as a griffon, and the now-elevent foot reptile steps forward to catch the hot ball-thing as it rolls off the skeleton, "Nice move. Better hope this thing doesn't need to stay on it to function again."
Cedric gives a cough at the wave of heated air and watches the ball roll off the remains, curiously. He looks to the weasel, asking, "So... any idea what this is, yet?" he tries not to sound too impatient with Ricky, he's just very, very curious now. Just as a precaution, he draws his polearm from its sheath on his back.
The weasel watches the dragon stop it and says "Umm... Maybe hold it by the metal part and... press the thing again?" he suggests, watching the thing carefully. The heat slowly disspiates but the ball still retains a great deal of it.
Mazurek holds the ball as if it is as cool as can be, showing no sign that it is harming him whatsoever even though it is more than obvious that is it very hot. He turns it so that he is holding it as instructed and then uses his tail to press the button once again, "Like this?" He did note the previous effect it had, and wonders if it will happen again.
Cedric watches on in anticpation, both nervous and excited to see what's going to happen with this ball. He doesn't really have any suggestions to offer in this situation, as this sort of thing is far beyond his expertise. He stands quietly somewhere between the weasel and the dragon, bracing himself for whatever horrors they may have just unleashed.
The object, one pressed draws in a woosh of air, the only uncomfortable effect of this is that it becomes hard to breathe for a short time, and then the area feels unbearably dry. The object makes a "breep" sound once before it slowly expands its pliable section again, the object seeming to fill with a slosh before it becomes unbearbly heavy and cold once more. The weasel moves to touch it again, not very mindful of the dragon as he does so. "It appears to be of great weight at whim." he says finally, rubbing his forehead. "Can we bring it with us? It could prove useful." he says with a nod.
The dragon's arms and legs bulge a bit as the object increases its weight while he still holds it. Yet again he doesn't let it go even though it is once again very cold, "Yes, indeed, it seems very heavy. We would be fools not to take it with us, though I am likely to be a target if we run into any battles." Then again he still has his tail and his maths. With the object in tow he actually takes the lead entering the passage.
Cedric seems to relax a little as he follows the dragon into the passage. "I'm just glad it didn't blow everything up." he remarks, keeping his weapon drawn and resting on his shoulder as he makes his way. He stops for a moment to turn his head, calling back to the weasel, "You coming, Ricky?"
The weasel follows along behind the group for a while, the passage riddled with vines and the like. It appears this section of the ruin has been completely emptied, someone has even tried to remove the walls from the looks of it. Scattered about are various scraps of metal, some of which Ricky snatches up and tosses into a bag, apparently part of some grand mechanics that no longer exist here. He finally takes the lead, looking at the heavy object and saying "You know, you might be more useful if you hit the button again and it was lighter." he quips, looking the dragon over before rubbing his forehead once more.
The dragon hisses and turns his head to one side swiftly, his body following suit just as quickly as the weight of the object allows. He mutters something before a flame appears over his tail, using some fire math to light up the area. Just don't mistake him for a Charizard here as the flame isn't ignoring over his flesh at all. He is looking for something, but isn't voicing what.
The badger shuts his eyelids in response to the sudden light of the fire math, his eyes having only recently adjusted to the darkness of the passage. He continues walking along as he opens his eyes and addresses the weasel quietly, "Any sign of what we're looking for yet?" he asks.
The area is lit up! Revealing some very active plants creeping along the wall and floors towards the group. The weasel stammers a bit and darts off ahead, tossing a smoke bomb behind him which has the effect of obscuring the approaching plants, and clouding the visibility provided by the light. "Lets go!" he blurts out a short distance ahead, he seems pretty slow right now, but the vines don't seem to be having any trouble with the optical ruse.
Mazurek wasn't quite expecting what he ends up spotting the moment he looks around after putting some light on the subject. He reacts in a similar manner to the weasel, but in this instance he lets it out as a blast of fire from an open mouth, working some more fire maths directly at the vines. He is not anywhere near as fast at running as the other two are, thanks to the heavy burden.
Cedric is shocked as he comes to see the moving plants, and instead of running ahead with the weasel, he sticks back with Mazurek, brandishing his life drinker polearm at the tangle of living tangle of vines, attempting to stab at those nearest to him.
The life drinker cuts apart a piece of the approaching mass, the fireball damaging and slowing its approach and giving the group some breathing room as they all run a fair feat into what appears less stripped creator ruins. With a sudden surge the plants move forward, enagaging the party.
The plants suddenly stop as they are hacked and slashed at, burned and fought back valiantly by Mazurek and Cedric. Suddenly the floor pushes Mazurek and Cedric back on their rumps as Ricky seems to fiddle with a machine on the wall. He stops and stares at them, as the round mounds with extensions that look like pipes swivel and direct at Mazurek and Cedric, before they are assaulted by the vines. The twin creator tech things swivel back around and there is a loud "BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZT", followed by eight more and blinding flashes of light. When the flashes clear the plants are retreating, charred and blackened vine parts remaining in their wake. The devices then retreat back into the floor.
