Roleplay

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14317038] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/143171/14317038_350.png[/img] [/url] Dorcha plays around with the rusted scrap metal she scrounged up from around the area. Wide eyes staring at each piece individually before being tossed into 1 of 3 piles. Pile one: Get rid of Pile two: Eh, maybe Pile three: By Plaguemom! You are going to be used! Just look at you! Looking at pile 3, one would think that they would all be the best looking pieces she is able to find. Nope! That'd be silly! Sure, there are some nice looking pieces, but some...some seem to be more rusted and scratched than anything else. Dorcha gathers up the third pile and most of the second to drop it off with her other supplies. Her red gaze eyes up the almonds and she almost reaches for them. "No!" She yells at herself, "Can't eat those yet...maybe after the contest," "Nuts n Bolts. Nuts n Bolts," Dorcha sing-songs the next set of parts she needs as she flies around, looking at the possibilities. The Golem Gauntlets don't have the pieces she needs. She should know. Her mom has one and Dorcha was almost flayed alive when she tried to take the thing apart for parts that one time. Ok, maybe more than that. More like 5 times....ok, ok, 12 times, but who's counting? Obviously not her. The steampunk apparel might work, and there is plenty of it around that the other dragons won't care if she tears it apart. But, on the other hand the familiars...they are moving and working...meaning their parts are in working condition. Which, compared to everything she's been able to gather up, is a blessing. But, the other dragons might not like that she is tearing apart the familiars. She watches as a small flock of the familiars run through some of the inventions, annoying the owners of said inventions. However, on the other hand...less pests running around the place...and she can always rebuild it afterwards... [b]A)[/b] [item=Chromefeather lookout] [b] You decide to harvest them from some of the mechanical familiars wandering about.[/b]

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10355261] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/103553/10355261_350.png[/img] [/url] "Didn't I tell you that I knew what I was doing? These pottery pieces make even better framework than I thought they would!" Rivendell looked his invention over approvingly. "I was really considering leaving after the embarrassment of the first day, but I'm quite glad I decided to stay. Considering I've had to make this on the fly and out of scraps I"m really very impressed with it. And myself of course." Ignoring the rolled eyes and mutters of "sheer blind luck mate" coming from his partner; Rivendell looked down at his invention and frowned slightly. Sure it was strong, and it looked marvelous. But would it hold together in the long term? No. [i]If only I had some nuts, and maybe a few bolts or screws to go with them. While I'm at it a few more gears couldn't hurt anything right? And what is Athos talking about? Blind luck, no such thing. It's science and logical thinking. Just because some dragons woudn't know a logical thought if it bit them on the end of their shiny purple tail and then danced off wearing their stupid hat....[/i] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10777753] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/107778/10777753_350.png[/img] [/url] "If you really think you need some screws and what have you, I'm sure you could scavange some from around here. Lot's of places to find them if you know where to look." Athos peered over Rivendell's shoulder and poked a claw out at the mass of clay piping and wire. "Not sure why you need it. Seems ship shape to me. And mate? Your inner dialogue isn't so inner right now. And I [i]like[/i] my hat. It makes me look dashing." Batting away his friends claws Rivendell looked up sheepishly. "Sorry. It's the lack of sleep. And probably some stress. Your hat isn't [i]that [/i]stupid. I guess. I mean... if you like it that's all that matters" "Apology accepted Captain. Now let's find you some some nuts and stuff." ================== After a quick search of the main the faire's main areas the two narrowed down their available choices. Neither dragon really felt right about taking apart one of the many mechanical familars roving around the room, after all they probably belonged to one of the other inventors and even pirates draw the line at killing someone's pet. Besides that Ridgeback from their first night had made it very clear a second attempt at stealing (or liberating) another's belongings wouldn't be tolerated. Of the other options they had come up with there was really only one clear choice: [b] B: Steampunk Apparel[/b]

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=13163624] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/131637/13163624_350.png[/img][/url] The invention is coming along nicely, and the wood is working quite well. Agate had forgotten the lovely piney odor redwood has, but it wafts about as he continues his work. His invention is finally starting to resemble what is should. But it still needs a bit of work. Nuts and bolts, screws and washers, all those bits that keep everything in place. Agate needs more of those. Right now it seems to be standing together through grit, and spit, and a whole lot of duct tape, not to mention sheer force of will. Time to scrounge again. At least there’s no dearth of materials with the Faire going on. “I wonder?” Agate murmurs to himself. It wasn’t as if the organizers had introduced this challenge to test the ingenuity of the inventors, had they? He shakes his head. No time for what ifs, or could bes. He needed to find more parts. He’d walked all over yesterday, and so he paused and tried to remember some avenues of acquisition. Well, there were no end to the mechanical familiars wandering about. Birds, and hounds, meandering to and fro. People were also decked out in accordance in steampunk apparel to fit with the mechanical themes of the Faire. So that stuff was all over the place. Vendors were selling it like it was going out of style, marked up, just a bit, in case anyone had forgotten to bring their own. He remembered seeing some Golem Gauntlets flitting about as well. And he could always ask someone if they had spare odds and ends. He remembered that the Inventor’s Faire staff seemed to know what was what. Maybe they had another room like the first storage one. Agate decides against the familiars. There’s so many of them about it’s hard to tell which ones belong to who, and he’d rather not have to explain why he’s borrowing from someone else’s pet. He pokes his nose around the Faire a bit more, and eventually decides to grab up some of the [b]B) gold steampunk apparel.[/b] There’s so much of it, no one would miss a piece of two, especially if he looks for apparel that’s been lost or forgotten.