Running away
Who: Scraps, Glitch, and Sarah
Where: Ambrose’s lab then elsewhere
What: Some unexpected (yeah right)
When: January 21st. Noonish
Glitch watched Scraps work, hunched over the table. There was this little line between her coppery eyebrows and she looked at the box in her hand, then at the schematics that the other part of him had three quarter’s completed before he was… interrupted before finishing.
She sometimes looked like a child bent over a textbook, working on some school problem. But then she’d turn and it was obvious she was not a child. Small and slender, maybe, but not a kid. Maybe she had Fae blood. It was said they sometimes found human’s fascinating and took a physical interest.
“You never got to the power source. A regular compass works on magnetism. The needle pulled to the magnetic force of the North. But this one has to actually avoid simple magnetic force and work on some other attractor.” She scratched her head through her curls.
He wondered if this was how his friends felt when he had his moments of…. Ambroseiness. Then it would disappear. Whisked away as another thought flitted through.
Scraps seemed to be able to hold things longer. Sometimes hours. But then she wasn’t partly empty. Maybe half empty of herself, but overfull of other people. It had to have taken a genius on an amazing scale, a really astounding alchemist, to attach all those divergent synapses so that they worked as well as they did. Maybe not a complete whole, but functional, and giving Scraps’s main, original brain access to many talents.
She was something special. And like a mouse she was being coaxed out of her hole to attain a bit of boldness. But she wasn’t a pet. No. She wasn’t a mouse either. She was a pretty, talented, shy, and damaged girl. And he loved to see her smile. She could light up a whole room when she offered a full smile.
“Well you’d need something like a Viewer to access the desires of the person holding the compass. And that’s not an option. It might WORK for a Viewer. But for a human to use it, you’d need some sort of psychic link between the person and compass. And very, very few human’s have any kind of real psychic ability.” Since his main thoughts were elsewhere, the things that tumbled out of his mouth weren’t totally the first thing on his mind.
“So we need something that can mimic a psychic connection, link it to the compass and somehow use that as a power source in and of itself. Because not working on simple magnetism, you’re going to need a conductor to make the whole thing work anyway.” Glitch did manage to recall Scraps repeatedly saying she was not good at coming up with original ideas, but she could copy, or assist someone who did have ideas.
Too bad he didn’t have them anymore. Not until someone found an Alchemist who could put his brain back. It had to be able to be done. After all whomever had worked on Scraps could work with several different brains, putting an original back in had to be a lot easier.
“A tiny version of the power source from a tri-dimensional energy stored holographic time loop would work but we’d still need something to make the psychic link.” Glitch sat with his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist. For some incomprehensible reason he was watching Scraps more than looking at the Covet Compass.
“Like DG’s bracelet and the map!” Scraps jumped up, almost dropping the partly completed compass before setting it down. She moved around the table and threw her arms around Glitch.
“You’re brilliant! Absolutely brilliant.” She pressed a quick kiss on his lips.
He couldn’t quite recall how he got to hugging her back. Really, he didn’t. He was used to DG hugs so it came naturally now. But this wasn’t a DG hug. Not at all.
And when Scraps gave him a quick kiss he found himself following as she pulled back.
And she stopped pulling back, and seemed to lean in.
Magnetism, attractors and connectors seemed to sometimes work on the intangible as well as on metal and gears.
And just like she did when they were dancing, Scraps felt just right in his arms. Of course, he was sitting and she was standing, because just right or not she only came to his shoulder usually.
But the kiss , tentative now, and new, seemed to cause it’s own electric and chemical reaction. Something Glitch could almost remember.
But then Scraps was pulling away, and he let her go because she couldn’t ever feel trapped.
She stood there, wide eyed, her fingers touching her lips almost in shock.
And then she darted for the door and ran out as fast as her legs could carry her.
Glitch felt his head hit the table. He’d just gone and ruined something, he knew it. Now if he only knew what it was he’d ruined.
Where: Ambrose’s lab then elsewhere
What: Some unexpected (yeah right)
When: January 21st. Noonish
Glitch watched Scraps work, hunched over the table. There was this little line between her coppery eyebrows and she looked at the box in her hand, then at the schematics that the other part of him had three quarter’s completed before he was… interrupted before finishing.
She sometimes looked like a child bent over a textbook, working on some school problem. But then she’d turn and it was obvious she was not a child. Small and slender, maybe, but not a kid. Maybe she had Fae blood. It was said they sometimes found human’s fascinating and took a physical interest.
“You never got to the power source. A regular compass works on magnetism. The needle pulled to the magnetic force of the North. But this one has to actually avoid simple magnetic force and work on some other attractor.” She scratched her head through her curls.
He wondered if this was how his friends felt when he had his moments of…. Ambroseiness. Then it would disappear. Whisked away as another thought flitted through.
Scraps seemed to be able to hold things longer. Sometimes hours. But then she wasn’t partly empty. Maybe half empty of herself, but overfull of other people. It had to have taken a genius on an amazing scale, a really astounding alchemist, to attach all those divergent synapses so that they worked as well as they did. Maybe not a complete whole, but functional, and giving Scraps’s main, original brain access to many talents.
She was something special. And like a mouse she was being coaxed out of her hole to attain a bit of boldness. But she wasn’t a pet. No. She wasn’t a mouse either. She was a pretty, talented, shy, and damaged girl. And he loved to see her smile. She could light up a whole room when she offered a full smile.
“Well you’d need something like a Viewer to access the desires of the person holding the compass. And that’s not an option. It might WORK for a Viewer. But for a human to use it, you’d need some sort of psychic link between the person and compass. And very, very few human’s have any kind of real psychic ability.” Since his main thoughts were elsewhere, the things that tumbled out of his mouth weren’t totally the first thing on his mind.
“So we need something that can mimic a psychic connection, link it to the compass and somehow use that as a power source in and of itself. Because not working on simple magnetism, you’re going to need a conductor to make the whole thing work anyway.” Glitch did manage to recall Scraps repeatedly saying she was not good at coming up with original ideas, but she could copy, or assist someone who did have ideas.
Too bad he didn’t have them anymore. Not until someone found an Alchemist who could put his brain back. It had to be able to be done. After all whomever had worked on Scraps could work with several different brains, putting an original back in had to be a lot easier.
“A tiny version of the power source from a tri-dimensional energy stored holographic time loop would work but we’d still need something to make the psychic link.” Glitch sat with his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist. For some incomprehensible reason he was watching Scraps more than looking at the Covet Compass.
“Like DG’s bracelet and the map!” Scraps jumped up, almost dropping the partly completed compass before setting it down. She moved around the table and threw her arms around Glitch.
“You’re brilliant! Absolutely brilliant.” She pressed a quick kiss on his lips.
He couldn’t quite recall how he got to hugging her back. Really, he didn’t. He was used to DG hugs so it came naturally now. But this wasn’t a DG hug. Not at all.
And when Scraps gave him a quick kiss he found himself following as she pulled back.
And she stopped pulling back, and seemed to lean in.
Magnetism, attractors and connectors seemed to sometimes work on the intangible as well as on metal and gears.
And just like she did when they were dancing, Scraps felt just right in his arms. Of course, he was sitting and she was standing, because just right or not she only came to his shoulder usually.
But the kiss , tentative now, and new, seemed to cause it’s own electric and chemical reaction. Something Glitch could almost remember.
But then Scraps was pulling away, and he let her go because she couldn’t ever feel trapped.
She stood there, wide eyed, her fingers touching her lips almost in shock.
And then she darted for the door and ran out as fast as her legs could carry her.
Glitch felt his head hit the table. He’d just gone and ruined something, he knew it. Now if he only knew what it was he’d ruined.