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[center][b]Day 2, Monday[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14403321][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/144034/14403321.png[/img][/url][item=steelhound][/center] Arra shuffled through the plans she'd hastily drawn to remake her invention while she listened to the announcement. Her idea of what she'd built and how all the parts fit together--and even what the parts were--became fuzzier and fuzzier as she tried to remember, but she wasn't worried. She was more disheartened by the news that other inventors had lost their things, too. More competition for any valuable replacement parts that might be found. Nevertheless undaunted, she went outside with Steelheart the next morning with the intention of making the best of things. She decided to start with the engine, arguably the most important part, and also maybe the most difficult to remake. She wondered how many others would be sniping all the spare batteries and wiring they could find inside, and if she would find anything at all out here. With her own luck and Steelheart's affinity for metallic parts, Arra spent the better part of the morning amassing a collection of junk she thought might be useful. She sat down with Steelheart outside the main building to sift through her finds. "What do you think, bud?" she asked. "Did someone actually steal all the inventions? I find it hard to believe the courier service could lose [i]that[/i] many inventions." Steelheart just creaked mechanically. "Why steal them though?" she wondered. "World domination?" Steelheart sneezed. "Yeah, I guess there's not much my automatic nest-tender could do for that, huh?" Arra sighed and looked at her pile of junk. She wasn't sure, but she thought she'd looked at every piece. "All these are either too big or too small." Her heart sank with disappointment. Something glinted suddenly underneath the pile of battery cases and copper wires. "Would you look at that," Arra marveled, pulling it out. She held up the large, round apparatus for Steelheart's inspection. He didn't seem all that impressed. Why should he be? But then Arra grinned, and Steelheart's tail drooped anxiously. "[b](D) A hamster wheel. Lucky me.[/b]" Arra chuckled and looked at Steelheart. "Just your size, too."
Day 2, Monday

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Arra shuffled through the plans she'd hastily drawn to remake her invention while she listened to the announcement. Her idea of what she'd built and how all the parts fit together--and even what the parts were--became fuzzier and fuzzier as she tried to remember, but she wasn't worried. She was more disheartened by the news that other inventors had lost their things, too.

More competition for any valuable replacement parts that might be found.

Nevertheless undaunted, she went outside with Steelheart the next morning with the intention of making the best of things. She decided to start with the engine, arguably the most important part, and also maybe the most difficult to remake. She wondered how many others would be sniping all the spare batteries and wiring they could find inside, and if she would find anything at all out here.

With her own luck and Steelheart's affinity for metallic parts, Arra spent the better part of the morning amassing a collection of junk she thought might be useful. She sat down with Steelheart outside the main building to sift through her finds.

"What do you think, bud?" she asked. "Did someone actually steal all the inventions? I find it hard to believe the courier service could lose that many inventions."

Steelheart just creaked mechanically.

"Why steal them though?" she wondered. "World domination?"

Steelheart sneezed.

"Yeah, I guess there's not much my automatic nest-tender could do for that, huh?" Arra sighed and looked at her pile of junk. She wasn't sure, but she thought she'd looked at every piece. "All these are either too big or too small." Her heart sank with disappointment.

Something glinted suddenly underneath the pile of battery cases and copper wires. "Would you look at that," Arra marveled, pulling it out.

She held up the large, round apparatus for Steelheart's inspection. He didn't seem all that impressed. Why should he be? But then Arra grinned, and Steelheart's tail drooped anxiously.

"(D) A hamster wheel. Lucky me." Arra chuckled and looked at Steelheart. "Just your size, too."
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[center][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/66101/6610087p.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/116875/11687432p.png[/img][/center] Quartz was rather melancholy as she nosed through the boxes, a stark utter contrast to the humming grey bolt of scales that was zooming in and out of the junk as if it were diving in and out of water. She'd felt so naked without her helmet when they sent it off, but at least she knew she would be getting it back later. Now that it seemed to be missing for good she felt as if everything good about her had been cut away. Spitz stuck his head up from a nearby pile, chattering away in delight. "Oh yes yes yes, this will work great and then if we attach it to some of those and then ificouldjustfindthosesilverdisksIjustsaw-...Quartz you should take your mind off it." He said before diving back in. The Mirror sighed as she sat back on her haunches. Her friend was in his element at least, so they might not go home entirely empty handed. But maybe he was right. Inventing wasn't really her thing...she mostly assisted with the creation of her helmet because it had been a personal project, but otherwise her duties and interested lay mostly with her assassin group, the Crows. But... ....maybe playing lab partner would at least distract her until it was time to go home, or they managed to find the helmet. She returned to searching, still at a rather slow pace, but at least Quartz started paying attention to what she was digging up now. [b]After a while she found three tubes with copper coiled inside[/b]. She had no idea what they actualy did but they looked pretty sciency. "Spitz?" she called out, and held her find up when she located him. The spiral grinned as he leaped over to her, grabbing them in his claws. "Yes! Perfectperfectperfect! Thank you Quartz!" "Oh....were you looking for them?" "Nope!" "........Do you even know what your overall plan is?" "NOPE!" He sounded utterly delighted at the prospect.
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Quartz was rather melancholy as she nosed through the boxes, a stark utter contrast to the humming grey bolt of scales that was zooming in and out of the junk as if it were diving in and out of water. She'd felt so naked without her helmet when they sent it off, but at least she knew she would be getting it back later. Now that it seemed to be missing for good she felt as if everything good about her had been cut away.

Spitz stuck his head up from a nearby pile, chattering away in delight. "Oh yes yes yes, this will work great and then if we attach it to some of those and then ificouldjustfindthosesilverdisksIjustsaw-...Quartz you should take your mind off it." He said before diving back in.

The Mirror sighed as she sat back on her haunches. Her friend was in his element at least, so they might not go home entirely empty handed. But maybe he was right. Inventing wasn't really her thing...she mostly assisted with the creation of her helmet because it had been a personal project, but otherwise her duties and interested lay mostly with her assassin group, the Crows.

But...

....maybe playing lab partner would at least distract her until it was time to go home, or they managed to find the helmet.

She returned to searching, still at a rather slow pace, but at least Quartz started paying attention to what she was digging up now. After a while she found three tubes with copper coiled inside. She had no idea what they actualy did but they looked pretty sciency. "Spitz?" she called out, and held her find up when she located him.

The spiral grinned as he leaped over to her, grabbing them in his claws. "Yes! Perfectperfectperfect! Thank you Quartz!"

"Oh....were you looking for them?"

"Nope!"

"........Do you even know what your overall plan is?"

"NOPE!" He sounded utterly delighted at the prospect.
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[center][b]Day 2[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8104583][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/81046/8104583.png[/img][/url][/center] Qamar sighs quite sadly as the announcer lists the misfortunes his - and apparently also many of the other dragons' - invention might have met on its way. The thought that it's in the hands of some Beastclan, or scorched to crisp in a river of lava, really makes him uncomfortable. Qamar sighs again, and then shakes himself mentally. Moping around doesn't improve the situation in any way. It's time to set to work. Qamar spent the rest of the evening making sure he remembers the schematics and can actually build the thing, so now he just has to find the parts for it. He heads for the storage room that the Ridgeback from last night showed him. Like the announcer said, there really seem to be quite a few dragons whose invention has gotten lost. The storage room is already busy, which means that if Qamar wants to find all the parts he needs, he has to prioritize a little. There're probably plenty of wires and circuits and stuff like that here, so Qamar doesn't have to worry about them right away. Power sources, on the other hand, are bound to be in demand. He'd better hurry if he wants to get his paws on something useful. First thing Qamar sees is a large, heavy engine. He dismisses it quickly. Hooking it up seems like a hassle, not to mention moving it. Qamar isn't a tiny dragon, but his short forelimbs aren't made to carrying things like that. Next to the engine is a small case, perhaps meant for batteries, but somebody else must've taken the batteries from it already. Qamar thinks that he could get his invention running with a relatively small amount of power, if he helped it with his magic, but the empty case itself can't provide even that much. Qamar leaves both the engine and the case alone, and keeps going through the boxes. Finally he comes upon [b](C) three tubes with copper coiled inside[/b]. Well, that could solve the wiring problem, at least. Qamar takes the tubes. Now if he just found a bit of zinc, or perhaps magnesium, and an electrolyte...
Day 2

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Qamar sighs quite sadly as the announcer lists the misfortunes his - and apparently also many of the other dragons' - invention might have met on its way. The thought that it's in the hands of some Beastclan, or scorched to crisp in a river of lava, really makes him uncomfortable. Qamar sighs again, and then shakes himself mentally. Moping around doesn't improve the situation in any way. It's time to set to work. Qamar spent the rest of the evening making sure he remembers the schematics and can actually build the thing, so now he just has to find the parts for it. He heads for the storage room that the Ridgeback from last night showed him.

Like the announcer said, there really seem to be quite a few dragons whose invention has gotten lost. The storage room is already busy, which means that if Qamar wants to find all the parts he needs, he has to prioritize a little. There're probably plenty of wires and circuits and stuff like that here, so Qamar doesn't have to worry about them right away. Power sources, on the other hand, are bound to be in demand. He'd better hurry if he wants to get his paws on something useful.

First thing Qamar sees is a large, heavy engine. He dismisses it quickly. Hooking it up seems like a hassle, not to mention moving it. Qamar isn't a tiny dragon, but his short forelimbs aren't made to carrying things like that. Next to the engine is a small case, perhaps meant for batteries, but somebody else must've taken the batteries from it already. Qamar thinks that he could get his invention running with a relatively small amount of power, if he helped it with his magic, but the empty case itself can't provide even that much. Qamar leaves both the engine and the case alone, and keeps going through the boxes. Finally he comes upon (C) three tubes with copper coiled inside. Well, that could solve the wiring problem, at least. Qamar takes the tubes. Now if he just found a bit of zinc, or perhaps magnesium, and an electrolyte...
Monday, Day 2
A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.
Monday, Day 2
A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13961175] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/139612/13961175_350.png[/img] [/url] Akira started digging in the pile. Today, he felt renewed and filled with vigor. With the right parts, he could always build anything. It was his single talent. He was an eloquent person, he was not particularly skilled with the sword either. But he can invent. It was a tough world for a Nocturne, living in a clan where mostly Imperials run the Kingdom. Plus, his cursed colors! Why couldn't he be a drab brown or blue?! Who had seen a serious inventor with such eye gouging, eyes searing colors? He was interrupted from his musings when he found what he was looking for. "Aha!" he crowed with delight as he held the part on his hand. [b]Monday: A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.[/b]

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Akira started digging in the pile. Today, he felt renewed and filled with vigor. With the right parts, he could always build anything. It was his single talent. He was an eloquent person, he was not particularly skilled with the sword either. But he can invent. It was a tough world for a Nocturne, living in a clan where mostly Imperials run the Kingdom. Plus, his cursed colors! Why couldn't he be a drab brown or blue?! Who had seen a serious inventor with such eye gouging, eyes searing colors?

He was interrupted from his musings when he found what he was looking for. "Aha!" he crowed with delight as he held the part on his hand.

Monday: A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.
@Stormdragon (Is there accommodation as an option specifically for faire attendees (and organisers/staff possibly) or would everyone have to make their own arrangements some other way?) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3487765][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/34878/3487765p.png[/img][/url] Myzrin heard the announcement. Beastclans again? It was pleasing to know that Myzrin’s case was not an anomaly; grievous errors as they were, if there was such a large sample as the list of causes implied, that made it far easier and more reliable to track patterns (what areas are most prone to natural hazards at this time of the year, what routes the Beastclans preferred to prey on). Once patterns were established and known, everyone would be able to take precautions or put measures in place to avoid such a reoccurrence. A transistor, those were always useful. Converters and connectors of various sorts perhaps. Some manner of circuit board would be ideal. Resistors, capacitors, diodes…Fortunately, Myzrin had arranged so that she’d have a soldering iron and solder with her when the Coatl checked over her invention. She had yet to plan past basic components when she'd turned in for the first night since her arrival. It gave a sense of security to know that there were protocols for returning lost work to faire attendees. Even if no time could be spared to look into her loss before the showcase, she hoped her original entry could be returned to her. Myzrin intended to put in what extra hours she could, starting from scratch, like many an improvisation, was still a gamble that required not insignificant effort. Though hers wasn’t so great a set-back if it was the case for so high a proportion of attendees. It would not be a bad thing to have a non-static aspect of the lair that could develop to rival the growth of certain Nature-tended aspects. In fact, Melreyna openly encouraged clan-members to create something to be shared that reflects something of their interests, within health and safety regulations of course. Myzrin had not been present for the ‘Dream-Fog Night’ incident which resulted in their inception, but such wasn't necessary to understand their importance. The suggestion of stealing would be laughable if it were not such a disgrace. How can advancement occur if everyone is focussed on either guarding their own or pushing others several steps back? Melreyna had the right idea: voluntary sharing in knowledge and pooling of efforts for the common good. The Coatl would not deny that certain aspects of the process of developing and effectuating a concept had similarities to artistic processes. But she was not here to make some artist’s curio. This was to be a device with function. With purpose. Perhaps something practical that could, in theory, find common use. A contraption dedicated to pest detection and extermination was far from innovative. Was there something about her clan that could spark an idea? Yes, she could attempt something based or intended to copy her original entry, but the notion was distasteful. It disinterested Myzrin. Perhaps something to regulate an environment to accommodate a gathering of a multitude of dragons of diversely varying temperaments. It would certainly find use at open conferences and other events, such as this. Whatever the case; for purpose, drive was necessary. Myzrin assessed the contents of the storage unit. The Ridgeback had assured her that the original owners of the inventions stored here had been contacted but had forsaken their creations. An odd choice, given that even poor creations could be modified and improved, be a mistake to learn from, or at least be stripped of useful components to be repurposed. The Coatl grinned: that was what she was here for. She clicked her tongue dismissively at the large engine. Scale and tawdriness were not indicators of utility. Many would consider an Ockham’s razor approach meritable, and something simple while effective held appeal for this inventor. What’s this? [b]C) You find three tubes with copper coiled inside. Looks like it uses electricity to run.[/b] Myzrin weighed up her find. It seemed to be in good condition. Just as well not to use something with a decay. Leave the highly hazardous options to the more foolhardy. Copper, not the most effective conductor, true, but cheaper and a common find in ores, giving it a reputation as a reliable material that had widespread use. Would it be humiliating if it turned out that she’d have to provide power, or at least the kick-start, like some hatchling with her first toy? The Coatl was not some mighty mage of her element and would not be able to power something with a high power requirement. Although another dragon may have considered Lightning’s nature to brush aside tradition, even its own, and take a chance to innovate (perhaps that’s what the inventor who’d used a hamster wheel had been thinking), Myzrin settled on her choice of a component that would be reliable and potentially adaptable.
@Stormdragon (Is there accommodation as an option specifically for faire attendees (and organisers/staff possibly) or would everyone have to make their own arrangements some other way?)

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Myzrin heard the announcement. Beastclans again?
It was pleasing to know that Myzrin’s case was not an anomaly; grievous errors as they were, if there was such a large sample as the list of causes implied, that made it far easier and more reliable to track patterns (what areas are most prone to natural hazards at this time of the year, what routes the Beastclans preferred to prey on). Once patterns were established and known, everyone would be able to take precautions or put measures in place to avoid such a reoccurrence.

A transistor, those were always useful. Converters and connectors of various sorts perhaps. Some manner of circuit board would be ideal. Resistors, capacitors, diodes…Fortunately, Myzrin had arranged so that she’d have a soldering iron and solder with her when the Coatl checked over her invention. She had yet to plan past basic components when she'd turned in for the first night since her arrival.


It gave a sense of security to know that there were protocols for returning lost work to faire attendees. Even if no time could be spared to look into her loss before the showcase, she hoped her original entry could be returned to her. Myzrin intended to put in what extra hours she could, starting from scratch, like many an improvisation, was still a gamble that required not insignificant effort. Though hers wasn’t so great a set-back if it was the case for so high a proportion of attendees.

It would not be a bad thing to have a non-static aspect of the lair that could develop to rival the growth of certain Nature-tended aspects. In fact, Melreyna openly encouraged clan-members to create something to be shared that reflects something of their interests, within health and safety regulations of course. Myzrin had not been present for the ‘Dream-Fog Night’ incident which resulted in their inception, but such wasn't necessary to understand their importance.


The suggestion of stealing would be laughable if it were not such a disgrace. How can advancement occur if everyone is focussed on either guarding their own or pushing others several steps back? Melreyna had the right idea: voluntary sharing in knowledge and pooling of efforts for the common good.

The Coatl would not deny that certain aspects of the process of developing and effectuating a concept had similarities to artistic processes. But she was not here to make some artist’s curio.
This was to be a device with function. With purpose.

Perhaps something practical that could, in theory, find common use. A contraption dedicated to pest detection and extermination was far from innovative. Was there something about her clan that could spark an idea? Yes, she could attempt something based or intended to copy her original entry, but the notion was distasteful. It disinterested Myzrin.

Perhaps something to regulate an environment to accommodate a gathering of a multitude of dragons of diversely varying temperaments. It would certainly find use at open conferences and other events, such as this.

Whatever the case; for purpose, drive was necessary.
Myzrin assessed the contents of the storage unit. The Ridgeback had assured her that the original owners of the inventions stored here had been contacted but had forsaken their creations. An odd choice, given that even poor creations could be modified and improved, be a mistake to learn from, or at least be stripped of useful components to be repurposed.
The Coatl grinned: that was what she was here for.


She clicked her tongue dismissively at the large engine. Scale and tawdriness were not indicators of utility. Many would consider an Ockham’s razor approach meritable, and something simple while effective held appeal for this inventor.
What’s this?

C) You find three tubes with copper coiled inside. Looks like it uses electricity to run.

Myzrin weighed up her find. It seemed to be in good condition. Just as well not to use something with a decay. Leave the highly hazardous options to the more foolhardy.
Copper, not the most effective conductor, true, but cheaper and a common find in ores, giving it a reputation as a reliable material that had widespread use.
Would it be humiliating if it turned out that she’d have to provide power, or at least the kick-start, like some hatchling with her first toy? The Coatl was not some mighty mage of her element and would not be able to power something with a high power requirement.

Although another dragon may have considered Lightning’s nature to brush aside tradition, even its own, and take a chance to innovate (perhaps that’s what the inventor who’d used a hamster wheel had been thinking), Myzrin settled on her choice of a component that would be reliable and potentially adaptable.
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@Stormdragon
I missed the first day, is it still okay to join in? :o
@Stormdragon
I missed the first day, is it still okay to join in? :o
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I also missed the first day but i see an opening to jump in! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=11759325] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/117594/11759325_350.png[/img] [/url] Urza snickers slightly to himself as the thopter whirs around him curiously. They entered what seemed to be a tip, a hoard, a dump - a treasure! His eyes gleamed with possibilities, but with all the other dragons already in there, some much larger than him, he quickly steered out of the way to prevent himself from being trodden on. Once it seemed calmer, he peered around. Pickings cleaned, the room was much emptier. He was eying off an engine too... Urza skulked around the room and pawed his way around, He adjusted his goggles and saw something gleaming in the corner of his eye. He plucked it from the heap and inspected it. [b]A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.[/b]
I also missed the first day but i see an opening to jump in!


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Urza snickers slightly to himself as the thopter whirs around him curiously. They entered what seemed to be a tip, a hoard, a dump - a treasure! His eyes gleamed with possibilities, but with all the other dragons already in there, some much larger than him, he quickly steered out of the way to prevent himself from being trodden on.
Once it seemed calmer, he peered around. Pickings cleaned, the room was much emptier. He was eying off an engine too...
Urza skulked around the room and pawed his way around, He adjusted his goggles and saw something gleaming in the corner of his eye.
He plucked it from the heap and inspected it.


A) You find a little case that looks like it would hold four small battery-sized objects. It’s fairly light and small in your paw.
@Stormdragon [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=57705&did=14569802][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/145699/14569802_350.png?mtime=VbYfEgABvjM.png[/img][/url] The wrong choice. He'd made the wrong choice. He'd wasted an entire day searching desperately for his invention and lost a day where he could have been rebuilding the thing. He was screwed now. The unnamed Wildclaw drug his exhausted body to bed where he collapsed in a dejected pile and let sleep carry him away from his worries. [i]Even in his dreams he was plagued by his mistake. The members of his clan pointed and laughed, and the great warrior leader Tempest approached, her silver scales glittering. [b] "You will not be receiving a name.. because you have failed. You do not deserve a name."[/b] Her blood red wings snapped open and she was gone into the night, leaving the distraught Wildclaw on his own.[/i] The Wildclaw woke with a start, sweat dripping down his scales as something crackled on his left. What? What was this? He turned his head to see a package laying beside him. It had no name and no markings. He took a shaky breath and tore open the package to find an Electrician's Power Pack inside. A single note had been written in untidy scrawl. [i] "There is always hope. Do not give up."[/i] The note read. The Wildclaw felt a smile dancing across his face and he lifted the power pack to his shoulders. It crackled with life as he set it on his body and the crest fitted over his eyes and on his arms. He admired himself for a moment. He looked good. Today was a new day.. someone somwhere had faith in him and he was not going to let them down. And now it was time to get up and start remaking his invention. The Wildclaw accelerated over the ground, in a good mood despite his lack of sleep. First things first. He needed an engine. He skittered towards the storage room, tail acting as a rudder to help him navigate through the throngs of inventors who had lost their inventions. The Wildclaw heaved a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't alone. And if all these dragons could re-build their inventions.. so could he. He rifled through the box of parts, sizing up some objects he needed and stacking them in a box beside the first one. And then the engine. The Wildclaw's claws drifted over a hamster wheel and he giggled. It was tempting... so very tempting to use the hamster wheel. So tempting because it was unexpected and different. But no.. no this wouldn't generate enough energy to power the machine, even if he did have something to fit inside and turn the wheel. He then stared at a massive five cylinder engine which was rather impressive looking. What a beautiful creation.. but such complex parts.. could he really use this? He attempted to lift the engine and got his answer. WAAY WAAY too heavy. If this was in his invention it would probably crush everything. Or make his invention so heavy it wouldn't be practical anymore. He wrinkled his nose at the little case with the four battery sized objects. Well, it was the lesser of all the evils. [i]"I guess this one then?" [/i] he felt disappointed. His invention had been powered by the rays of the sun, and this seemed so primitive comparatively. He was about to leave the storage room when he saw the glint of copper out of the corner of his eye. he set the small case down on the table to pick up the copper coiled between three tubes. The wildclaw's eyes lit with excitement. OH yes yes yes!!! The most perfect engine ever! Made even more perfect by the fact that this morning someone had left him an Electrician's power pack! [i]it was like they knew what was going to happen and were trying to help him along the way.[/i] He bounded excitedly away with his new engine, ready to create his machine once more with the electric powered engine. Someone was watching out for him.. now he would not let them down! [b]C) You find three tubes with copper coiled inside. Looks like it uses electricity to run.[/b]
@Stormdragon

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The wrong choice. He'd made the wrong choice. He'd wasted an entire day searching desperately for his invention and lost a day where he could have been rebuilding the thing. He was screwed now. The unnamed Wildclaw drug his exhausted body to bed where he collapsed in a dejected pile and let sleep carry him away from his worries.

Even in his dreams he was plagued by his mistake. The members of his clan pointed and laughed, and the great warrior leader Tempest approached, her silver scales glittering. "You will not be receiving a name.. because you have failed. You do not deserve a name." Her blood red wings snapped open and she was gone into the night, leaving the distraught Wildclaw on his own.

The Wildclaw woke with a start, sweat dripping down his scales as something crackled on his left. What? What was this? He turned his head to see a package laying beside him. It had no name and no markings. He took a shaky breath and tore open the package to find an Electrician's Power Pack inside. A single note had been written in untidy scrawl. "There is always hope. Do not give up." The note read.

The Wildclaw felt a smile dancing across his face and he lifted the power pack to his shoulders. It crackled with life as he set it on his body and the crest fitted over his eyes and on his arms. He admired himself for a moment. He looked good. Today was a new day.. someone somwhere had faith in him and he was not going to let them down. And now it was time to get up and start remaking his invention.

The Wildclaw accelerated over the ground, in a good mood despite his lack of sleep. First things first. He needed an engine. He skittered towards the storage room, tail acting as a rudder to help him navigate through the throngs of inventors who had lost their inventions. The Wildclaw heaved a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't alone. And if all these dragons could re-build their inventions.. so could he. He rifled through the box of parts, sizing up some objects he needed and stacking them in a box beside the first one. And then the engine.

The Wildclaw's claws drifted over a hamster wheel and he giggled. It was tempting... so very tempting to use the hamster wheel. So tempting because it was unexpected and different. But no.. no this wouldn't generate enough energy to power the machine, even if he did have something to fit inside and turn the wheel. He then stared at a massive five cylinder engine which was rather impressive looking. What a beautiful creation.. but such complex parts.. could he really use this? He attempted to lift the engine and got his answer. WAAY WAAY too heavy. If this was in his invention it would probably crush everything. Or make his invention so heavy it wouldn't be practical anymore.

He wrinkled his nose at the little case with the four battery sized objects. Well, it was the lesser of all the evils. "I guess this one then?" he felt disappointed. His invention had been powered by the rays of the sun, and this seemed so primitive comparatively. He was about to leave the storage room when he saw the glint of copper out of the corner of his eye. he set the small case down on the table to pick up the copper coiled between three tubes. The wildclaw's eyes lit with excitement.

OH yes yes yes!!! The most perfect engine ever! Made even more perfect by the fact that this morning someone had left him an Electrician's power pack! it was like they knew what was going to happen and were trying to help him along the way. He bounded excitedly away with his new engine, ready to create his machine once more with the electric powered engine. Someone was watching out for him.. now he would not let them down!

C) You find three tubes with copper coiled inside. Looks like it uses electricity to run.
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Scuteller spun one of the cogs on his gloves as he looked over the engine options. He had planned a weight-and balance based system, but so many people here were so much bigger than him and couldn't use a perch.

Still, it wouldn't need that much power if it was put together right. He scooped a paw-sized box out of the pile. If it wasn't the right size for everyone, it was the right size for him to build with.

Day 2, A: Lightweight battery case
Scuteller spun one of the cogs on his gloves as he looked over the engine options. He had planned a weight-and balance based system, but so many people here were so much bigger than him and couldn't use a perch.

Still, it wouldn't need that much power if it was put together right. He scooped a paw-sized box out of the pile. If it wasn't the right size for everyone, it was the right size for him to build with.

Day 2, A: Lightweight battery case
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