Spider Stomping - RPLOG
Participants
Date
20/8/477
Log
Hamish Tuttle, the shelled clan inventor has invited a number of Freeswords to his workshop to help him test his latest creation.
"Welcome!" cries the old tortoise as the freeswords arrive. The old turtle seems hale and healthy enough, waving the beings he has called into his well used, and well kept work space. Tools hang neatly on the walls and parts are separated into neatly labeled bins. Above the main work table is a blueprint for some sort of firearm. Probably the very contraption that lies below it on the table.
Jera makes his way into the turtle's workshop, admiring the gun. He's decided to tag along to get inspiration for ideas for his Hwa Cha. He bows politely to the inventor, and moves to the side to make room for the others.
Thelergramor adjusts his plague mask as he is led into the room. No coat nor chainmail is worn, just a simple shirt of leather. Still has a pistol and knife with him, but is otherwise unarmed. Doesn't expect much trouble from this, sounded fun, really. Stands next to Jera, glances around at the tools,; wondering what he could make with some of this stuff...
Having noticed a request for a few people to test a new gun posted on the freeswords board Sara's eyes begin to widen considerably and her mouth goes slightly agape for all of a few moments before she shakes it off and goes rushing off into the city on her way to the clients location.
$r Eventually finding her way to the workshop the lizard-woman passes through the doorway and looks around before being greeted by the inventor himself. "Hello, sir." she responds before making her way in, giving Jera a brief friendly wave along the way as she notices the man. Once at a comfortable place in the workshop she gives her hands a readying clap and states, "I'd be proud to help. Now, what would you like us to do?"
Cassidy shuffles in shortly behind Sara, Natska at her side. "This should be interesting, don't you think, love?" She brushes her gloved hands along her black sleeves before nodding at Jera. "Ah! Jera. Hello to you, as well!"
Natska nods her head, taking a moment to glance around the gun shop. The jaguar gives Hamish a small salute, fingers lightly tugging at the brim of her hat. "Yup! So what are we testing, mister Tuttle?"
Having heard of this small expedition, Sh'liek's curiosity got the best of him. Firearms are still a new thing, and learning more about them can only help him in the long run. That and learning more about the other freeswords that lurk around the city. Dressing himself in his best clothes (which aren't very nice at all), the small Bearded Dragon walks into the addressed workshop, finding several people already present. Ducking into a corner, he says nothing, but uses his small stature to avoid bringing attention to himself.
Siyu walks quickly and nervously into the shop. There's one thing that would really pry him away from the Freesword in at this point when he's alone now. The chance at a new type of firearm or gun is one of it. He sucks in a deep breath and finally pushes through, seeing who else might be here, or who else might have come. The rodent is looking gaunt, dressed in muted earthtones. Wearing mail and leather. And carrying powder and firearms over nearly every inch of his body.
"It's good to see so many young people interested in my little engineering project!" Hamish says, following the last of his volunteers into the room. "At least," he amends with a twinkle in his eye, "So many young people who want to see something blown to bits!" The tortoise taps on his remarkable invention. "This is the Hamish Air Cannon MKIII," he says, "Please don't ask about MKI and MKII, they did not turn out nearly so well as I would have liked."
The Cannon in question is a large, sleek looking, well, cannon inscribed with complex air math and fitted with a number of inexplicable levers and pins and doodads and googaws of all kinds. It is quite lovely as far as cannons go, but seems awfully complex.
"First things first," says the tortoise, "Let's get this puppy loaded on to the cart! Then we will take it out to the firing range!" The old Tortoise grins and waves at the group to lift the device and follow him out. "Cart is just outside!" he calls as he totters out the door.
"Yes. I am much more reassured by the fact that this is a third model. Third time's the charm, they say?" Jera rests his hands on the side of the cannon. Staying way clear of the front and the back.
Thelergramor coughs, stretches slightly, then steps up to the cannon besides Jera. "Right. Anyone want to help move it?" Avoids boasting about how he could do it alone. Because he couldn't. Puts hands on the cannon, waits for others.
"Right, I'll be there in a moment!" Sara answers Thelergramor as she rushes to the cannon, eager to place a hand against the MK III weapon. "Alright.. how are we going to do this?" she asks as she tilts her head to look around the weapon to Thelergramor and Jera, "Lift on three?"
Cassidy declines to help move the cannon. Not out of laziness or anything of the sort, but simply because... Well. Her size was not very conducive to helping larger folk move things. Instead, she resolves to just stay out of the way. "Hello to you, too, Sara! I still have that gift for you later, Jera!"
Natska eyes the cannon, and eyes the people assembled around to carry it, then steps up opposite of Thel. "Sara, you and Jera grab arms under it. I'll partner Thel. That way we can cradle it, and still have some hands free for steadying." And she can cover for Thel if he can't take as much weight, but she doesn't add that out loud. She grins, then, ears perking. "Hi guys, by the way. Alright, let's move it."
Being small of stature and not the strongest reptile about, Sh'liek passes on getting under the heavy artillery and instead stands off to one side and starts barking instructions in his dry and accented voice to the others doing the lifting, trying to guide them to the cart.
Siyu looks rather...incredulous, "An air...cannon?" still he doesn't offer to help or anything, he just stays in the back, staying away from most everyone in fact. Nervously glancing around the room. He just waits to see what's next.
With some careful maneuvering, and a whole lot of grunting, sweating and shouting, the group manages to manhandle the cannon out the door and onto the waiting cart. The little lizard's well meant squeaking more annoying than helpful. "That's right everyone!" Hamish cheers, "Just set it in the supports there at the back!" The tortoise comes around and checks everything over, making sure that the cannon is secure before climbing into the driver's seat. "All aboard everyone!" he calls, "The range isn't too far from here!"
"Mmmh. Oh crap..." Jera feels a lot less fit with the soul gem. "On the count of one, two, three..." He pushes the cannon a little once the cannon is somewhere near the supports...
Thelergramor helps get the cannon onto the cart with the others help. Rubs at his chest once done; only a little pain from the exertion. Glorious. With no words to the slightly annoying orders barked from the small one, Thel looks to the others, waits to be the last to pile in to the cart.
After all is said and done and the cannon was loaded, Sara nearly doubles over and breathes a heavy "Whew.." her tail swaying back and forth to signify some elation. "Well.. that was exillerating.." she mutters before raising herself back up and looking around. Only noticing Cassidy, and Natska only moments before, the lizard gives each a wave before saying, "Ah, hello Cassidy, Natska.." still panting heavilly as she speaks, "How're you two.. doing?" As she finishes she drags a forearm across her forehead before dropping it to her side again.
