Battery Baffler - RPLOG
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Date
14/5/477
Log
Tis a fine morning, already raised to a balmy 82 degrees on this Wednesday when a particular feline approaches the church and the scholars of the creator's good words within. Nothing bars her approach, and mass is not in session.
A flick of the tail, a mumble, and a small smile adorns the feline's muzzle. She's been planning a short visit to the church for a few days now, and she intends to make the most of things. Her scorcher is tucked securely in one of her pockets, and she's carrying her usual working-outfit as she makes her way though the church, trying to find the priest she had an appointment with.
Polite greetings are offered as Flora moves past. 'Good morning sister' being the most common, but 'Hey there, Miss Longtail' isn't out of the question. The priest in question is fond in the back, performing daily upkeep on some interesting looking creator artifacts with meticulous care.
* found
Another smile, another flick, a soft rumble. Flora doesn't overly mind either greeting, her tails swaying and her paws moving along towards the priest. Soon enough, she knocks on the open door three times in rapt succession, seemingly not wanting to enter without an explicit go-ahead, even as she looks at the artifact with a curious eye.
The crane woman looks up, her deft hands still moving across the device with a clear pattern of years of practice with this particular round object. "Ah, Lady Longtail. I was expecting you. I will be finished in just fourty three seconds." she says with uncanny accuracy as she works.
A nod, a small smile on Flora's lips as she watches the priest work, mentally mapping each of the priest's actions, just in case, of course. She patiently waits for the forty-three seconds to pass, mentally keeping track of the time and confirming (or denying) the claim silently to herself.
A final click, and the device emits a series of soft chimes and beeps. The priestess seems pleased and sets it carefully aside on a shelf. "The spirit is appeased a turning of the moon. Now then, Lady Longtail. I am told you have something of particular importance to me, as chief machine priest?"
A nod, a small smile, as Flora pulls out her scorcher, currently set to the lowest setting. "Flora has recently talked to miss Doctor Sinclair, and Flora learned something about scorchers, yes yes... Flora thinks it's best to just show it, yes," she begins, pulling out a piece of paper and holding it up... She's going to shoot at it, isn't she?
Even so, all that happens once the feline pulls the the trigger is that a harmless, red dot appears upon the sheet, without any damage whatsoever.
A feathery brow raises, "You are practicing dangerously," she says, as if the notion wasn't entirely unknown to her, simply ill advised. "If it was not at the direct advice of our esteemed creator guest, I would worry that you may inadvertently offend the machines."
A small twitch of the tails, a flick of the ears. "Miss Doctor Sinclair showed Flora how to turn the scorcher down, yes... And by reversing the process, Flora can turn it back up... Flora will... Not show the latter here, of course. Wouldn't be good to shoot it near sensitive creator artifacts like that, no no... But... Flora can show how to do it, if Flora has permission,yes."
"There are secrets," speaks the crane as she draws out her own scorcher, "That are withheld from young machine priests. Drunk with sudden new understanding, they are too eager to tinker and, all too often, damage irreplaceable artifacts. As chief machine priest, I am privy to these secrets. I know how to cajole the scorcher to gentleness, or its full fury, but it is considered taboo, as they have been damaged in the process before. It is for this reason the process is not included in the hymns of the scorcher."
Flora nods lightly, even as she looks to her scorcher. "Damaged?" she finally asks, her ears folded back lightly. "Does... Miss crane maybe have a damaged scorcher? If... If anything, Flora would like to learn how to avoid damaging hers, yes... Since Flora needs both types of use, yes."
She seems to hesitate at the thought of it, then falls back to decor, "That is High priest." She turns then, slipping her scorcher away as she runs the fingers of her other hand reverently along the artifacts until she arrives as a box. A deft flip and the inside is revealed. Black velvet works as a resting place for a scorcher and some notes on parchment folded carefully beside it. She draws it out, "This machine was foolishly tampered with in the year 134 AH. It has been in our safe keeping since then. I will not abide its further abuse, Lady Longtail, but I presume you wield new knowledge from our guest, and I would be lying if I did not confess curiosity." She brings the scorcher towards her guest.
Flora nods and flicks her tails. "Flora... Apologizes, miss High priest," she finally offers, gently taking the scorcher and looking it over as she slowly sets to disassembling the device, making short, mental notes of each part she removes, before finally winding up with just the tube, and removing the endcap... And for some reason, she's grinning. Broadly.
The agitation grows in the high priest as the device is pulled apart, most palpably so when the forbidden chamber is popped open, but she keeps her thoughts to herself, simply watching for the moment.
"Flora found the problem, Flora thinks," is all the feline mumbles, even as she repeats the procedure with her own scorcher, making sure the parts are properly separated, before she, gently, holds both opened scorchers up, each of them displaying a different side of the silvery disc. "Flora thinks... Flora will turn it down, just in case, but... Does miss High priest see the problem?"
The high priestess steps forward to examine the two, then cranes her head(pun not intended) to peek at the other side of them, "Two sides," she points out astutely. Her many years of working with creator devices is not entirely without use, then a frown instantly develops. "You cannot mean..."
"Flora thinks it's the wrong way around, yes," she mumbles, before reassembling her own scorcher. Soon after, she pulls out her spark-given multitool and removes the shiny disc in the 'broken' scorcher. "Flora will turn it down, in case Flora is right... Means Flora can safely test it," she notes, carefully finding the part that tunes the device, turning it, and putting the disc back the right way around.
Again, she grabs the piece of paper she had before, shining the scorcher at the sheet and procuring a green speck of light.
"Creators preserve us!" exclaims the priestess, "Such a simple thing." A soft sigh, "If they were not so valuable, we may have discovered this on our own, but fear is a powerful force." She reaches to accept the repaired tool back, "But this is wonderful. You have given life back to this abused machine. Perhaps others are suffering in fitful slumber for the same reason."
Flora nods and flicks her tails, before making sure every part is properly in place. "Flora... Flora will admit, Flora was hoping that maybe... Flora could have a second scorcher with a different color to her own," she mumbles, looking down at the ground. "Flora realizes that most that can keep the creators' machinations running would only have one, if any, but... It would help Flora's research on light, yes," she mumbles, her ears folded back, knowing that her request is quite... Unheard of. "Flora understands if the answer is no, though."
"Ah," she says, as if understanding were suddenly on her. "Why the color? The color does not appear to change their efficiency from all papers written and personal observations. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you do not covet a second color for aesthetics alone."
