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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 4:15:05 GMT -7
Location: Truesdale Inventor's Quarter September 19th 1622 2:45 PM. Open to all.
Thorn was over in his little area of the quarter working on something the looked like a sail boat, he had goggles over his eyes and hair pulled back into a pony tail making him look like something of a mad man. thick gloves on he was working with some wire's, rather focused he was ignoring most of the loud explosions that naturally came from the area with the other inventors.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 11:27:38 GMT -7
Loud explosions are like an everyday occurrence in the Inventor's quarters. They occur almost day it's a wonder why none of the inventors are deaf yet, or the better question is why there are rarely any deaths due to explosions. It was either inventors have dumb luck or there are mythical forces at work..... or they just have very good goggles.
Today, instead of a typical explosion, there was a crash, and another, and another, until the crashing sound stop right behind a wall in Thorn's quarter.
There was a silence.
Then a crash and someone screaming "DUCK!"
Then something on wheels crashes through the rusty looking wall.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 11:39:55 GMT -7
"Hurk!" Thorn had ducked under the closets table as soon as he heard the crashing, it had become common knowledge for him working here, that and his wall wasn't very strong compared to the others, he was also in the way back where he'd not be bothered, and further away from the others.
But then something on wheel's crashed threw his wall causing him to scream, completely taken of guard as things like that did not normally happen to him in the back. "Bloody Christ what is that?!" he followed up in a high tone.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 11:59:05 GMT -7
"Automatic Potato Peeler!" The voice replied, it came from the hole where the machine came from. Now that the dust is cleared, it appear that it was a clockwork, a simple one with a pair of wheels. The body of clockwork itself is simple; It has a cylinder shape body with a cone shaped top fitted on a pair of wheels, various pipes can be seen sticking out or otherwise connecting to something. The most prominent feature of the clockwork was a basket at it's back, which is full of potatoes. A pair of hands sticking out from the body, one fitted with a peeler and another one a normal metallic hand.
One empty hand of the clockwork took a potato out from the basket at it's back, and started peeling the potato.
"Whatever you do, my dear sir, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT get up or come out from where you are hiding." The voice from the hole said. "Else your life might be in danger."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 12:11:14 GMT -7
Thorn just stared at the machine as soon as he could see it and remained quite after the voice spoke, well there would be an embarrassing thing to have on your tombstone, death by potato peeler, sounded like something you'd expect to hear in a game. Thorn just let out a groan after that thought, yep, normal day for him.
"Right, please hurry and get this thing under control.." he whined to the voice, not wanting to die today, and in such an embarrassing manner for that matter.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 14:09:41 GMT -7
"Umm" said the voice. "There might be a slight problem with that..."
Edison was hiding himself, in fact. To be precise, he's currently hiding behind an overturned table for cover. Wearing a pot over his head like some sort of helmet and holding a wretch, Edison poke his head out to look at the clockwork, before ducking back quickly as a potato came flying past his head with the velocity of a rocket shot during the Kite festival. Said potato shattered with a solid splat on the wall, but Edison didn't feel that his poor head was safe.
"You see, my Automatic Potato Peeler works fine, but there was a tiny problem where it refuses to put the peeled potato into a bowl, for instance." Edison started to explain from behind his cover. "It seems to think that instead of putting the good potato in a bowl, it needs to throw it at the velocity of approximately 200m per second at the nearest person it could find. Needless to say, that could crack a few heads... which it might already did."
There was a pause as another splat as a potato is thrown at the table where Edison was hiding.
"Luckily, I installed a switch which, when flipped would hopefully shut it down in case something goes wrong. The slight problem is, it immediately attacks the nearest person it could locate. Making the feat very difficult to achieve."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 14:17:34 GMT -7
"Fuck..." Thorn groaned, trying to think as fast as possible on how this could turn out and the best course of action to take. "Where's the switch?" he asked as he heard potato's splattering against the walls and tables, and for that matter wondering how such a hard substance can make such a wet noise...
Glancing to the small sailboat like contraption he was working on, a small idea coming to his head. "Does it also tend to chase said closest person?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 14:32:37 GMT -7
"The switch is installed at it's back!" Edison yelled, as a potato shot through the table that was his hiding place.
There is another splat as a potato was shot at Thorn's hiding spot.
"Yes, yes it does." Edison confirms this as he scrambles for a more solid cover, an over turned wardrobe apparently. Clothes seemed to have spilled out from it, and some smelly socks. Ugh, what is wrong with the resident of this quarter?! Can't they put their socks elsewhere? Regardless of his personal hygiene, Edison quickly ducked behind the wardrobe as a potato shot towards him which narrowly missed his foot.
"I would suggest that we need a bait. One could distract him while the other sneak behind him and turn him off, but I believe neither of us are willing to be bait, unless you have a death wish, I certainly do not!"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 14:40:03 GMT -7
"Well, I can say I have a untested half-baked idea." he chirped as he dodged a potato that went rolling under the table. "But it requires the person going for the switch to be fast..." Thorn had started slightly inching towards the sailboat looking machine, which looked more like a surf bored with a sail, two fans, a steam moter, and a few other mechanical parts attached to it.
"And that person would have to be you."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 6:26:24 GMT -7
There is an audible groan coming from Edison when he heard the person's plan. Edison did not like the plan, not one bit, he is neither fast (unless lives depends on it) or sneaky!
"Does it have to be me?! What is this plan you speak of?" He asked, as the clockwork pellet the surroundings with potatoes. Edison didn't like the sound of 'untested half-baked idea' but seeing the circumstances, all ideas was untested and half baked, out from the oven called the bloody human mind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 0:27:23 GMT -7
"The sail boat, for lack of a better name, I'm working on here works a bit like a airship..or at lest trying to make it work that way, in a smaller scale, part of me is hoping while on it this crazy thing will chase me where you can get it turned off." He explained as he continued to inch to his invention, he was wide open now so he'd have to be careful not to be hit by flying spuds.
"Unless you have a better plan." he added.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 14:12:37 GMT -7
This place is known for the weird things happening but flying potatoes was probably one of the weirdest to count. What was once a potato stood smashed against a wall on the corridor that Trigg was walking on. Gooey and icky as it may look, that is definitively a potato. Inventors are seen running away from the commotion but Trigg decides to investigate. Approaching, he hears the conversation between two men, each on their own little bunker and how they were planning to disable the out-of-control Clockwork. Whoever thought of that must be crazy, it's way too risky for anyone to attempt. Then Trigg knew he had to intervene.
Just as a potato flew past his head, he kneeled and opened his breast pocket. Out of it jumped a tiny Clockwork which goes by the name of Roru. The inventor extended a hand for Roru to jump in and laid her on the ground. It took a while to explain what she had to do but since she was programmed to follow orders it wouldn't take much trouble. "Okay, go!"
Roru started to slowly and carefully approaching the potato peeler. Since she is so small there is an high chance that she won't be seen as a target, either way she can be fast to dodge.... probably.
With extreme care, she got close enough to the machine and started climbing it. If the Clockwork took notice and started swinging, Roru would take shelter inside the basket at it's back; making a narrow dodge as the metallic hand tried to grab her. With a last jump she reached for the switch and made a gallant attempt to flip it down.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 8:38:15 GMT -7
"That doesn't sound like a sound plan, what happens if you got hit before you get to your ship?" Edison protested on the spot.
Once the Potato Peeler notices Thorn, who is out in the open, it started to throw peeled potatoes towards his direction.
"I may not have a better plan, but it beats getting you killed!" Edison continued. It was then suddenly hit him, the clockwork may be catapulting potatoes at the nearest living thing it could fine, but it has never managed to target 2 people at the same time, so if they timed it right... and from 2 different directions...
"ACTUALLY, I do have a better plan- NEVER MIND." He yelled after seeing Thorn came out from his hiding place and started moving towards his ship. Taking advantage that the Potato Peeler is now distracted, Edison immediately jumped out from his own hiding place, and quickly ran towards the back of the clockwork.
Neither he or the clockwork notices the smaller one named Roru on the Potato Peeler until it was too late. When Edison reach for the switch, the clockwork suddenly started swinging. The young inventor wasn't expecting that, and he was decked across the face by his own creation.
Luckily he was wearing a pot, so no serious harm was done, but Edison was knocked out cold with a bloody nose.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 12:42:12 GMT -7
Thorn was doing his best to dodge the incoming potato's, just exactly how many did this guy put in there?! it seemed like infinite! "Wait what?!" To late, his 'partner' was now incapacitated by a potato, Saul was going to soo kill him later, with that plan backfired would have to be quick as he was likely next, but he just couldn't leave...Well now, he never did catch his name now did he?
With his thoughts a wonder he was likely only wasting time before a potato was flung at him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 17:26:18 GMT -7
Upon realizing the disaster that just occurred, Trigg made a daring slide and tipped the potato peeler. Then he hurried to check up on the poor inventor.
"Hey are you alright? I thought I could help but apparently I just made it worse... sorry..." He reached out for his pocket and took an handkerchief which he handed to Edison. Futile effort, of course. Since the man has passed out and all.
In the meantime, The tiny mini-clockwork Roru had took the chance to loose the screws on the potato peller's arm so it won't be able to pick and throw anymore potatoes.
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