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The Pearlcatcher stumbled sleepily down the aisle, avoiding the other Faire participants and fervently hoping his clanmate wouldn't insult anyone while he was at the store. [i]That doesn't seem likely[/i], he thought ruefully. [i]I'd better get some food and head back up there before someone tries to stab him. Again. [/i]
After a few minutes of fruitlessly searching for any insect based food the Pearlcatcher resigned himself to a meal of plants. Unfortunately, the only plants that weren't entirely junk or processed seemed to be sparking slightly. [i]Maybe it'll keep me awake.[/i] He thought as he paid for the almonds and headed back to the Faire building.
He had almost finished his snack when his clanmate burst into the small closet he had claimed as the "snack zone".
"Put that down!" The Skydancer exclaimed imperiously.
"Glademother's beard, please tell me you didn't poison them." The Pearlcatcher dropped the last almond and started thinking about where he put the antidotes his clan leader made him bring.
"Of course not! When would I have had the time? No, those almonds would have been perfect to power the engine. If you hadn't [i]eaten[/i] them." The Skydancer pouted at the last almond.
"Would you like to go across the street and buy some more?" The Pearlcatcher asked, trying to keep his annoyance in check.
The Skydancer clicked his tongue and glared down at the almond. Slowly, he began to smile. The Pearlcatcher absolutely did not back up nervously, even though the lair was never the same after the last time his clanmate smiled like that. He looked down at the almond to see what had caused the terrifying expression, but only saw a small rodent nibbling on one of the ends.
"Bet if we scared it, it would cause a big enough spark to charge the coils."
"I suppose so. But you'll have to catch it first." The Pearlcatcher realized a fraction of a second too late that he made it sound like a challenge.
"Things are turning around for me, I can feel it!" The Skydancer crowed when they left the small closet ten minutes later with a very traumatized lemming and an impressive amount of scratches.
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The Pearlcatcher stumbled sleepily down the aisle, avoiding the other Faire participants and fervently hoping his clanmate wouldn't insult anyone while he was at the store. That doesn't seem likely, he thought ruefully. I'd better get some food and head back up there before someone tries to stab him. Again.
After a few minutes of fruitlessly searching for any insect based food the Pearlcatcher resigned himself to a meal of plants. Unfortunately, the only plants that weren't entirely junk or processed seemed to be sparking slightly. Maybe it'll keep me awake. He thought as he paid for the almonds and headed back to the Faire building.
He had almost finished his snack when his clanmate burst into the small closet he had claimed as the "snack zone".
"Put that down!" The Skydancer exclaimed imperiously.
"Glademother's beard, please tell me you didn't poison them." The Pearlcatcher dropped the last almond and started thinking about where he put the antidotes his clan leader made him bring.
"Of course not! When would I have had the time? No, those almonds would have been perfect to power the engine. If you hadn't eaten them." The Skydancer pouted at the last almond.
"Would you like to go across the street and buy some more?" The Pearlcatcher asked, trying to keep his annoyance in check.
The Skydancer clicked his tongue and glared down at the almond. Slowly, he began to smile. The Pearlcatcher absolutely did not back up nervously, even though the lair was never the same after the last time his clanmate smiled like that. He looked down at the almond to see what had caused the terrifying expression, but only saw a small rodent nibbling on one of the ends.
"Bet if we scared it, it would cause a big enough spark to charge the coils."
"I suppose so. But you'll have to catch it first." The Pearlcatcher realized a fraction of a second too late that he made it sound like a challenge.
"Things are turning around for me, I can feel it!" The Skydancer crowed when they left the small closet ten minutes later with a very traumatized lemming and an impressive amount of scratches.
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PART FOUND!
DESCRIPTION: SOFT. TINGLES PAINFULLY. FOUR WIGGLY TUBES. SQUEAKS WHEN PUSHED.
MATCH FOUND!
COMBINE WITH PART 1? Y/N
(Y-
ERROR ERROR ERROR
SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW
RESTOCK IMMEDIATELY TO PREVENT LOSS OF POWER
SUPPLIES FOUND!
DESCRIPTION: WET. TINGLES AGONIZINGLY. LITTLE MOVEMENT. SPLATS WHEN DROPPED.
ACQUIRE? Y/N
(Y)
[b](Day Three: Z) Electric Stingers.)[/b]
DESCRIPTION: SOFT. TINGLES PAINFULLY. FOUR WIGGLY TUBES. SQUEAKS WHEN PUSHED.
MATCH FOUND!
COMBINE WITH PART 1? Y/N
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ERROR ERROR ERROR
SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW
RESTOCK IMMEDIATELY TO PREVENT LOSS OF POWER
SUPPLIES FOUND!
DESCRIPTION: WET. TINGLES AGONIZINGLY. LITTLE MOVEMENT. SPLATS WHEN DROPPED.
ACQUIRE? Y/N
(Y)
(Day Three: Z) Electric Stingers.)
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[b]Day 1[/b] Well the Charged tungsten would make an excellent power source! If it's good enough for the lighting dragons then it should be good enough for me. "I wonder what invention this will make? There are so many possibility's!" this will be amazing! Secretly thinking "I hope this goes well."
[b]X)Charged Tungsten[/b]
Day 1 Well the Charged tungsten would make an excellent power source! If it's good enough for the lighting dragons then it should be good enough for me. "I wonder what invention this will make? There are so many possibility's!" this will be amazing! Secretly thinking "I hope this goes well." X)Charged Tungsten
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Urza's mechanics whirred when the doors slammed, his wings closing tighter to his body automatically. He was accustomed to loud bangs, but not at the source of another. Normally thing would blow up in his claws. His mind wandered as he was granted a series of items in which he may select one to add to his inventory for his invention. He had a few ideas, one that was sure to impress the dragons he needed.
He skulked over to the almonds and plucked one, bringing it to his face and inspecting the element. It was small and wiry, but that wasn't the source he needed. He needed tungsten power!
And there he saw it, glowing orbs crackling lightly with the power imbued within. Grinning, he trotted over and collected a few of these over sized orbs.
[b]X) Charged Tungsten[/b]
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Urza's mechanics whirred when the doors slammed, his wings closing tighter to his body automatically. He was accustomed to loud bangs, but not at the source of another. Normally thing would blow up in his claws. His mind wandered as he was granted a series of items in which he may select one to add to his inventory for his invention. He had a few ideas, one that was sure to impress the dragons he needed.
He skulked over to the almonds and plucked one, bringing it to his face and inspecting the element. It was small and wiry, but that wasn't the source he needed. He needed tungsten power!
And there he saw it, glowing orbs crackling lightly with the power imbued within. Grinning, he trotted over and collected a few of these over sized orbs.
[b]Day 3[/b]
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Oh, how he so wished he could be up with those daring Lightning dragons. To harness the raw power of lightning itself, how awesome would that be!
He could practically hear his dad scolding him for thinking that.
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Oh, that [b]was[/b] his dad scolding him. He had come from the Molten Scar to do whatever dads did when their sons were participating in Inventor World Faires. In this case, it was scolding him for his monologuing.
"Focus, Van. That stuff is dangerous, and you heard the old Tundra. It's best done by Lightning or even Earth dragons."
Vangerdahast threw his head back and let out an exasperated groan. What a killjoy.
But at least he offered to help look for a power source for his new invention. And he had brought plenty of gold, to ensure his son ate proper meals instead of the cheap snacks at the 24-hour mart.
The two were outside, looking for possible resources. A few rodents scampered past their feet, and Vangerdahast mused that his brilliant hamster powered idea COULD have been possible after all.
Eventually, they came upon a cluster of sparking almonds, seemingly of high voltage. Vangerdahast turned to his father, ad asked "What about these? Would these work?"
"I'm not the mechanic here, but it's possible. I say go for it."
[b]Y) Almonds [/b]
"This is gonna work! I'm gonna be the most amazing inventor!"
"Hi 'the-most-amazing-inventor', I'm dad"
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Oh, how he so wished he could be up with those daring Lightning dragons. To harness the raw power of lightning itself, how awesome would that be!
He could practically hear his dad scolding him for thinking that.
Oh, that was his dad scolding him. He had come from the Molten Scar to do whatever dads did when their sons were participating in Inventor World Faires. In this case, it was scolding him for his monologuing.
"Focus, Van. That stuff is dangerous, and you heard the old Tundra. It's best done by Lightning or even Earth dragons."
Vangerdahast threw his head back and let out an exasperated groan. What a killjoy.
But at least he offered to help look for a power source for his new invention. And he had brought plenty of gold, to ensure his son ate proper meals instead of the cheap snacks at the 24-hour mart.
The two were outside, looking for possible resources. A few rodents scampered past their feet, and Vangerdahast mused that his brilliant hamster powered idea COULD have been possible after all.
Eventually, they came upon a cluster of sparking almonds, seemingly of high voltage. Vangerdahast turned to his father, ad asked "What about these? Would these work?"
"I'm not the mechanic here, but it's possible. I say go for it."
Y) Almonds
"This is gonna work! I'm gonna be the most amazing inventor!"
A popular material in bulbs and superalloys. Lightning dragons harvest the stuff like it's going out of style.
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Akira grabbed his bag, secured it to his body and flew outside. He looked around with an aerial view for places where he can likely find some power source for his invention. Looking back on his readings, he decided to land where those trees are growing. The crackling and energy filled tree stood at a distance. He plucked some of the Almonds and packed them inside his bag.
Tuesday: [b]Y) High Voltage Almonds[/b]
Akira grabbed his bag, secured it to his body and flew outside. He looked around with an aerial view for places where he can likely find some power source for his invention. Looking back on his readings, he decided to land where those trees are growing. The crackling and energy filled tree stood at a distance. He plucked some of the Almonds and packed them inside his bag.
Tuesday: Y) High Voltage Almonds
((In case I’ve thrown anyone off, I write from the perspective of my characters as a general rule. So whatever Myzrin thinks isn’t necessarily going to be true. My knowledge only stems from GCSE triple-award sciences, a poor Physics AS, whatever I find intuitive and light-internet-research.
If anything I write is actually just nonsense, please let me know. ^^;
Thank you for answering my questions, @Stormdragon. To clarify, inventors would be working on their creations, even ones from scratch, on one of the tables set up? Also, I realise our dragons are probably going to have to explain their invention’s function when it’s presented. Would there be anyone (if Quetz’s judging I wouldn’t immediately ask him) who could and would be willing to translate for the non-Coatl in the audience? (I’m imagining something like what I’ve seen at some video-game expos.)))
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‘Myzrin!’
A familiar voice called the Coatl’s name in traditional draconic. Myzrin turned to see a Lightning Wildclaw wave as she hurried over and the Coatl gave her a silent acknowledgment.
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‘I hope I’m not disturbing you while you’re too busy, dear. I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to visit my birth-clan and show Belttissa my former home.’
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The Fae perched on Molerince made no move to speak, entranced by the beauty of the storm above. Just as well really, the Coatl hadn’t learnt the semaphore of Fae and didn’t work with them enough to make such worthwhile.
Molerince spoke of how impressive the hall was and how excited she was.
‘Oh, I [i]am[/i] looking forward to the presentation…’
[i]Damn.[/i]
‘I’m sure it will be a marvel to us all!’ The Wildclaw turned to look back at Belttissa, struggling a smile. Molerince didn’t know whether the hall would be dark enough during the show for the dayblind Fae to be able to fully enjoy the event.
Meanwhile the Coatl frowned in concentration. Unlike the greeter, her traditional draconic was only enough to function in daily life in a mixed clan who tended to be content to leave her alone. Myzrin had been able to work out from what portions of Molerince’s talk she could understand what the sentential sentiment was, but to form responses was…a more difficult task.
‘Oh gosh! You’re using this as thinking time! I’m so sorry!’ The Wildclaw bowed in apology.
‘No. Please no worry,’ Myzrin managed to articulate. ‘Tired?’
‘Oh yes, you’re quite right. We really should go meet with my birth-clan sooner and sort things out. Hope your work goes well!’
Once the two visitors were out of sight, Myzrin gritted her teeth. The error of the first day had been too high to account for this. It shouldn’t matter. She didn't believe that the invention the Wildclaw knew was gone for good, and what did it matter anyway if the Coatl still managed to devise an impressive machine?
Myzrin shook her head.
[i]Distractions[/i]. They couldn’t be afforded. Back to the task.
~~
Her element cracked loudly overhead. The power source the Flight was most renowned for was constantly tapped by spires throughout the realm, some clans competing with one another for the highest yield. Any attendees who hadn’t fully constructed a fully-functioning Lightning-trap set up on-site had unfavourable chances of effectively harnessing the phenomenon for any entry.
Were those dragons adrenaline junkies or suicidal? It would take quite notable skill with both flight and meteorological judgments as well as an [i]interesting[/i] approach to the risk calculation that balanced potential gain against potential loss and the chances governing both. The skies above Tempest Spire were among the most dangerous in Sornieth, rivalled only by those of the Twisting Crescendo and Cloudscrape Crags.
Encouragement again? What a strange week this was.
Wait. The old one had just passed comment on her competition.
It was not promising.
Well, Myzrin was certainly not going to power her creation on wasted time, so she hurried off in search of a power source. None in the storage unit had been in serviceable condition for use, so her gamble meant hoping that the locals and early arrivals had yet to completely scour the area of useful resources in their own preparations.
The Coatl ate the static stingers she found. She wasn’t going to waste effort on acquiring a tank to hold the few she’d found. More effective fuel for a Lightning dragon than her creation.
When she next took a break, Myzrin considered the two candidates for component use: charged tungsten in one paw, high-voltage almonds in the other. The Tungsten was known to be a valued resource…in material construction. So Myzrin held onto it for use in some other project.
What none could deny was that for current to flow, you needed a voltage. No matter the current, if you had zero voltage, the resultant power would still be nil. A high voltage could help compensate for a low current.
Y) [item=high-voltage almonds]
Myzrin clasped the [b]almonds[/b] in her remaining paw and headed back into the hall to avoid the risks of both simple rain and the natural hazards of the clime. The Coatl ensured she was clean of sand and any other contaminants before pulling her goggles down and setting to work.
((In case I’ve thrown anyone off, I write from the perspective of my characters as a general rule. So whatever Myzrin thinks isn’t necessarily going to be true. My knowledge only stems from GCSE triple-award sciences, a poor Physics AS, whatever I find intuitive and light-internet-research.
If anything I write is actually just nonsense, please let me know. ^^;
Thank you for answering my questions, @Stormdragon. To clarify, inventors would be working on their creations, even ones from scratch, on one of the tables set up? Also, I realise our dragons are probably going to have to explain their invention’s function when it’s presented. Would there be anyone (if Quetz’s judging I wouldn’t immediately ask him) who could and would be willing to translate for the non-Coatl in the audience? (I’m imagining something like what I’ve seen at some video-game expos.)))
‘Myzrin!’
A familiar voice called the Coatl’s name in traditional draconic. Myzrin turned to see a Lightning Wildclaw wave as she hurried over and the Coatl gave her a silent acknowledgment.
‘I hope I’m not disturbing you while you’re too busy, dear. I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to visit my birth-clan and show Belttissa my former home.’
The Fae perched on Molerince made no move to speak, entranced by the beauty of the storm above. Just as well really, the Coatl hadn’t learnt the semaphore of Fae and didn’t work with them enough to make such worthwhile.
Molerince spoke of how impressive the hall was and how excited she was.
‘Oh, I am looking forward to the presentation…’ Damn.
‘I’m sure it will be a marvel to us all!’ The Wildclaw turned to look back at Belttissa, struggling a smile. Molerince didn’t know whether the hall would be dark enough during the show for the dayblind Fae to be able to fully enjoy the event.
Meanwhile the Coatl frowned in concentration. Unlike the greeter, her traditional draconic was only enough to function in daily life in a mixed clan who tended to be content to leave her alone. Myzrin had been able to work out from what portions of Molerince’s talk she could understand what the sentential sentiment was, but to form responses was…a more difficult task.
‘Oh gosh! You’re using this as thinking time! I’m so sorry!’ The Wildclaw bowed in apology.
‘No. Please no worry,’ Myzrin managed to articulate. ‘Tired?’
‘Oh yes, you’re quite right. We really should go meet with my birth-clan sooner and sort things out. Hope your work goes well!’
Once the two visitors were out of sight, Myzrin gritted her teeth. The error of the first day had been too high to account for this. It shouldn’t matter. She didn't believe that the invention the Wildclaw knew was gone for good, and what did it matter anyway if the Coatl still managed to devise an impressive machine?
Myzrin shook her head. Distractions. They couldn’t be afforded. Back to the task.
~~
Her element cracked loudly overhead. The power source the Flight was most renowned for was constantly tapped by spires throughout the realm, some clans competing with one another for the highest yield. Any attendees who hadn’t fully constructed a fully-functioning Lightning-trap set up on-site had unfavourable chances of effectively harnessing the phenomenon for any entry.
Were those dragons adrenaline junkies or suicidal? It would take quite notable skill with both flight and meteorological judgments as well as an interesting approach to the risk calculation that balanced potential gain against potential loss and the chances governing both. The skies above Tempest Spire were among the most dangerous in Sornieth, rivalled only by those of the Twisting Crescendo and Cloudscrape Crags.
Encouragement again? What a strange week this was.
Wait. The old one had just passed comment on her competition.
It was not promising.
Well, Myzrin was certainly not going to power her creation on wasted time, so she hurried off in search of a power source. None in the storage unit had been in serviceable condition for use, so her gamble meant hoping that the locals and early arrivals had yet to completely scour the area of useful resources in their own preparations.
The Coatl ate the static stingers she found. She wasn’t going to waste effort on acquiring a tank to hold the few she’d found. More effective fuel for a Lightning dragon than her creation.
When she next took a break, Myzrin considered the two candidates for component use: charged tungsten in one paw, high-voltage almonds in the other. The Tungsten was known to be a valued resource…in material construction. So Myzrin held onto it for use in some other project.
What none could deny was that for current to flow, you needed a voltage. No matter the current, if you had zero voltage, the resultant power would still be nil. A high voltage could help compensate for a low current.
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It just seems like a really bad idea to try and eat these, but don't let common sense stop you.
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Myzrin clasped the almonds in her remaining paw and headed back into the hall to avoid the risks of both simple rain and the natural hazards of the clime. The Coatl ensured she was clean of sand and any other contaminants before pulling her goggles down and setting to work.
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Dimea didn't really appreciate being disturbed. She brushed the tundra off with some half-hearted "yeah"s and "I see"s. The other dragons, though, seemed to be leaving and coming back with.... food? Materials? How odd.
Oh, power sources. That made sense. Come to think of it, she was so focused on getting her invention to actually work that she had not really thought about something like that. Her powerpack would be enough to run it, of course, but a backup powersource couldn't hurt too, right? What if she lost her powerpack? What if it ran out of power?
She guessed she could join the other dragons with searching.
After following some of the dragons around, she managed to get a nice pile of food, and some charged tungsten. She would eat the lemmings, of course, and maybe save some for later. If she wasn't too busy. Those magic inscriptions weren't going to perfect themselves!
As for the charged tungsten... that could be a useful material. She put it asidem in case she needed it later.
And, oh. The [i]almonds[/i]. They gave her mother such headaches, because of all those dragons who tried to eat them. You won't know how they taste like if you don't eat them! Famous last words.
Alright, so her clanmates didn't exactly [i]die[/i] from eating those almonds. But reallt, she would be doing her clan a service if she managed to lower the voltage of the almonds, right?
And to be honest, she was a bit curious about their taste herself... even if plants weren't a part of her diet anymore.
[b]Y) high-voltage almonds[/b]
Dimea didn't really appreciate being disturbed. She brushed the tundra off with some half-hearted "yeah"s and "I see"s. The other dragons, though, seemed to be leaving and coming back with.... food? Materials? How odd.
Oh, power sources. That made sense. Come to think of it, she was so focused on getting her invention to actually work that she had not really thought about something like that. Her powerpack would be enough to run it, of course, but a backup powersource couldn't hurt too, right? What if she lost her powerpack? What if it ran out of power?
She guessed she could join the other dragons with searching.
After following some of the dragons around, she managed to get a nice pile of food, and some charged tungsten. She would eat the lemmings, of course, and maybe save some for later. If she wasn't too busy. Those magic inscriptions weren't going to perfect themselves!
As for the charged tungsten... that could be a useful material. She put it asidem in case she needed it later.
And, oh. The almonds. They gave her mother such headaches, because of all those dragons who tried to eat them. You won't know how they taste like if you don't eat them! Famous last words.
Alright, so her clanmates didn't exactly die from eating those almonds. But reallt, she would be doing her clan a service if she managed to lower the voltage of the almonds, right?
And to be honest, she was a bit curious about their taste herself... even if plants weren't a part of her diet anymore.
Y) high-voltage almonds
@Stanzascale
Inventors can work on their project wherever they wish! Remember the map; there are a lot of spare rooms around both the first and second floors. Otherwise if their inventing process is no secret I'm sure some dragons would enjoy watching something be invented right at one of the tables!
There will be one dragon with the judges who will translate for them in that case! Of course Quetz wouldn't need the translations, but the other judges might. There are at least ten other staff on hand decently to proficient fluent in both languages who will mill around on presentation day looking out for coatl inventors that only speak coatl.
@Stanzascale
Inventors can work on their project wherever they wish! Remember the map; there are a lot of spare rooms around both the first and second floors. Otherwise if their inventing process is no secret I'm sure some dragons would enjoy watching something be invented right at one of the tables!
There will be one dragon with the judges who will translate for them in that case! Of course Quetz wouldn't need the translations, but the other judges might. There are at least ten other staff on hand decently to proficient fluent in both languages who will mill around on presentation day looking out for coatl inventors that only speak coatl.
