Post by Jasper Bloom on Sept 13, 2013 22:37:43 GMT -5
Carefully filling in small details within the superstructure on the paper now, Jasper considered the man's proposal. He really did need all the help he could get, and somehow he doubted that he could go recruiting at the next convention, or that any of the small groups he was a part of would offer any labor or technical support. He had SOME funds as well, not nearly as much as he would like, but he could probably get away home free with the budget he had made for himself when things were said and done, and he could use the leftovers to pay the two here, if they so chose to actually help as well. If the man had been telling the truth, then that would also save some money on materials.
Eventually he said, "Really am going to need all the help I can get, so if you are genuinely interested, then I can pay you for your time. Both of you. As the sketches on display around the table show, I'm designing a dirigible. Quite a large one, actually. The endgame plan is to load it up with a crew, lots of supplies, and make a self-sustaining environment. As for the armaments... Well... I don't think people would take very kindly to an enormous, potentially dangerous dirigible being anywhere near Luke, or the nuclear plant here. Or, well, anywhere in the 'States in general. Not without severe restriction. So the guns are for keeping things away until we can get high enough, and out of the way enough for no one to bother." He finished just as quietly as he had started, his entire monologue having been in a rather hushed tone.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Sept 16, 2013 16:02:28 GMT -5
Adam nods as he listens, getting more and more excited, the idea was one he wished he came up with himself. "Dunno how all this will work but if you and her can figure that out... then I'll make ya light as I can and as strong as I can." Mused Adam with a bright smile. He always wanted to fly in a space that he could walk around and many of the stories he read at the library usually involved something like this be it space ship or simply steam punk mechanics.
Pulling out a list of chemicals he had as well as the list of chemicals that it seemed the airship had or needed he began to write. Slowly at first but quickly started to write very complex and detailed equations and notes in alchemic mumbo jumbo to figure it out. Adam might have seemed dim at other points in his life but the speed at which he writes and the complexity reveals just how much intelligence he hid behind his playful tone.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Sept 17, 2013 14:21:19 GMT -5
Her eyes went between the two of them and Rae run her finger along the edge of the tight collar she wore. It was pretty, like some sort of copper based jewellery but it hurt her skin, it made her neck ache and even swallowing was a little difficult because it was so tightly locked in place. The band reminded her that she, even now, was being tracked by her Uncle and that there would be no escape for her. “I-“she started, looking down at her hands before she added decisively. “I’m in, but I can only spare you a few hours.”
“I won’t ask for anything in return- unless either of you can work out a way of removing this.” She tapped the collar again, drawing their attention to it. “It’s got an inbuilt shock system and I can’t cut it away from my skin without triggering it.”
She didn’t expect them to be able to help her and she didn’t readily ask for help, it was a side-tracking though, but she mentioned it none the less. If they asked her questions about it she would not answer them with much freedom but be rather tight-lipped about the whole thing.
Rae’s eyes went back to the plans. “We should go somewhere a little more private.”
Post by Jasper Bloom on Sept 21, 2013 18:04:01 GMT -5
Responding to Adam in a somewhat hushed tone, Jasper stated "I've been working on this for the past seven years... Too much has gone into this to not have it worked out. Just a few small details here and there that need some attention, but the main structure and larger things have been done."
After going quiet, he listened to the woman at the table with interest. Turns out her jewelry was actually a collar after all. And an electric shock? That sounded interesting to bypass, though not nearly impossible. After some careful consideration, he would respond with "I think I can figure something out for you, shouldn't be difficult if it just shocks you. What you really have to worry about is how much Current it releases, and the mechanisms on the inside. Once we figure that out, it will be very simple to remove. Hell it could be as simple as sticking some plastic or rubber between it and your skin. Either way, we'll figure something out." in the same hushed tone as before. Afterwards, he would nod in agreement with the suggestion of more privacy.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Oct 5, 2013 4:30:15 GMT -5
Rae withdrew into herself when he addressed her directly, but she nodded to suggest she had heard what he said. Her eyes went to Adam, then back to the stranger, and she hugged her arms around herself. Then, Rae spoke; “Follow me.”
She rose from the table, giving both of them the opportunity to do so. If they didn’t, then she would consider their interest in this venture removed. She didn’t want to reveal too much about herself, not to either of them really, still feeling guarded as was her nature, but she let them have this visitation to somewhere private to her.
Just south of the café Rae had a small warehouse. It wasn’t hers; it was one of her father and Uncle’s creations. They had a group, a group of hunters called the ‘White Chapel League’, it was part of her Father’s sense of humour to name themselves after something inspired by jack the ripper, but it also meant, dotted across the world were lock-ups, that contained a whole hoard of goodies.
Rae led them there now, silently; she walked to the sound of her shoes on the pavement.
This hanger was large- the old remained of a burnt out helicopter within it. Though the machine was currently in a ‘taken apart’ condition. There was also a rake of several guns and other sic-looking weapons. She typed in a code into the touch pad and pressed her fingertip to the scanner placed in the lock. Then, with a grunt and a squeal, the door swung open to reveal the large, insides of the hanger. It would be private, if not a little cold.
