CARL ✖ From blueprints to prototyping
Characters: Carl, Nirvana, automatons, and vatheon!
Location: Middle District; particularly, the park. In the big field.
Time: Around late afternoon into the early evening~
Style: First! [ This, that is. ] I'm using prose for elegance, honestly.
Status: Open as open can be. ♥
Carl was... tired. Lately, after that zombie attack, he'd made some pretty poor choices; but the boy's stamina at the time hadn't been that great. Heck, it had never been great to begin with, he just pushed himself and kept going by sheer, stubborn force of will. It had taken him most of the next week and a half to recover from the injuries he'd gotten back then and was finally feeling better (thanks to Nodoka's mother-hen like insistence he take care of himself). He'd have recovered sooner, perhaps, but because the child outright REFUSED to get proper medical attention, he didn't. ... It was simply that he hated the sentiment of someone he didn't know even being remotely close to him. It bothered him. Doctors bothered him in general. ... And antiseptic stung. But as it was, he took a look at himself that night and decided he was, quite frankly, tired of sitting around, and decided he'd leave and go try some new things.
He'd been tinkering with some new automata he wanted to try, and he was itching to see if his Ars Magus would work as efficiently with these new chess pieces as they did with his Rook, Pawn, Knight, and Bishop. These ones weren't the best material and were, to be frank, a sort of test-run, smaller model of what he was planning to build. The plan was that the King would be similar to his Bishop, although larger, and far more regal, with actual, stable feet not unlike his Pawn. Although he wanted it to be big, he didn't want it as large as his Rook, of course, but close to that in design, sans the shield. It wielded what Carl had contested would be a necessity in his future: another kind of Ars. Like the volante move he had developed with Nirvana, this one worked by harnessing a concentration of seithr (or whatever energy they had here) and using it to produce a small flame that should envelop the King's sword. At least... that was the general principal. ... Admittedly, it was slow-going; he'd only built a scale model of the King so far, and hadn't managed to produce an actual flame yet. The metal and parts required a bicycle and radio be sacrificed, be he was hardly concerned about this, after all. In his busy moving around these last few days, Carl hadn't even noticed his fairy, too, had disappeared--the thought hadn't even come to his mind again, not since his conversation with America.
Though it moved well and had come together design-wise, Carl's own strengths seemed to be playing into this. He was having problems harnessing the power the same way Nirvana did despite his aptitude with seithr manipulation. ... But he wasn't going to give up, either. After all, he figured if his sister could do it, why couldn't he? What was so different about them...? Sure, he had plenty of 'arms' of sorts on his own aside from Nirvana: he had a lance with his Knight and a flagpole with his Bishop, but he needed to be more serious--and this was what he felt would be the solution to his severe handicap: his lack of actual magic and 'weapons'. If the Knight had his back (literally and figuratively) on command in battle, Carl knew a critical blindside he had could be guarded. Perhaps two, if he could learn to harness what he'd read about those years ago at his father's study properly. With Nirvana nearby, Carl wandered towards the park near the end of the day, happy to stretch his legs and test out his invention.
The automaton moved slowly at first, but gradually, as the child concentrated, it began to move as fluidly as the rest of them. In fact, it was as easy to manipulate as he had hoped: a simple move of the fingers, as if pulling invisible strings. Now this would be a good defense, if he could just get the flames to work. After awhile of tinkering and sparring with his own automaton, the child determined the concentration of seithr just wasn't HIGH enough here. ... Or, he wasn't getting enough in. For that matter... did they even use seithr anymore? Was that Coral an energy-substitute...?
"Aaah, it's not really working, Sis... I think the levels of seithr here aren't dense enough." He paused to look back to Nirvana, as if considering the problem. "Well, we can't do much there," the boy continued on, seemingly to himself (but Carl knew better, of course). "But this should hold up. It's not as strong as their swords, but strong enough that it should be able to withstand attacks from him or Jin, anyway." After another moment, he continues on as if in a conversation with someone else, his voice the only one heard. Some sort of bolt in his mouth, he moves it around to speak with the marionette while still working on the automaton in front of him about the size of his Bishop. His plans were to make it much larger; about his own size.
"I don't think we're really out of the initial testing phase yet... well, anyway, nothing is as strong as you'll ever be, Sis." With an affectionate smile, the boy returns to his work, likely unaware of anyone that might be watching, or the oil and grease smeared on his face. Still, he looks quite happy and easily approachable; it's hard not to hear or notice the noises the machine is making, after all... perhaps ask him what he's up to, or wonder why he's talking to himself~?
((ooc; TL;DR: come bug the puppeteer while he works on his newest project. Oh, and eventually I'll probably edit an image for the King, but until then imagine it looks like this, just bigger and more regal and... with legs. |D;))
Location: Middle District; particularly, the park. In the big field.
Time: Around late afternoon into the early evening~
Style: First! [ This, that is. ] I'm using prose for elegance, honestly.
Status: Open as open can be. ♥
Carl was... tired. Lately, after that zombie attack, he'd made some pretty poor choices; but the boy's stamina at the time hadn't been that great. Heck, it had never been great to begin with, he just pushed himself and kept going by sheer, stubborn force of will. It had taken him most of the next week and a half to recover from the injuries he'd gotten back then and was finally feeling better (thanks to Nodoka's mother-hen like insistence he take care of himself). He'd have recovered sooner, perhaps, but because the child outright REFUSED to get proper medical attention, he didn't. ... It was simply that he hated the sentiment of someone he didn't know even being remotely close to him. It bothered him. Doctors bothered him in general. ... And antiseptic stung. But as it was, he took a look at himself that night and decided he was, quite frankly, tired of sitting around, and decided he'd leave and go try some new things.
He'd been tinkering with some new automata he wanted to try, and he was itching to see if his Ars Magus would work as efficiently with these new chess pieces as they did with his Rook, Pawn, Knight, and Bishop. These ones weren't the best material and were, to be frank, a sort of test-run, smaller model of what he was planning to build. The plan was that the King would be similar to his Bishop, although larger, and far more regal, with actual, stable feet not unlike his Pawn. Although he wanted it to be big, he didn't want it as large as his Rook, of course, but close to that in design, sans the shield. It wielded what Carl had contested would be a necessity in his future: another kind of Ars. Like the volante move he had developed with Nirvana, this one worked by harnessing a concentration of seithr (or whatever energy they had here) and using it to produce a small flame that should envelop the King's sword. At least... that was the general principal. ... Admittedly, it was slow-going; he'd only built a scale model of the King so far, and hadn't managed to produce an actual flame yet. The metal and parts required a bicycle and radio be sacrificed, be he was hardly concerned about this, after all. In his busy moving around these last few days, Carl hadn't even noticed his fairy, too, had disappeared--the thought hadn't even come to his mind again, not since his conversation with America.
Though it moved well and had come together design-wise, Carl's own strengths seemed to be playing into this. He was having problems harnessing the power the same way Nirvana did despite his aptitude with seithr manipulation. ... But he wasn't going to give up, either. After all, he figured if his sister could do it, why couldn't he? What was so different about them...? Sure, he had plenty of 'arms' of sorts on his own aside from Nirvana: he had a lance with his Knight and a flagpole with his Bishop, but he needed to be more serious--and this was what he felt would be the solution to his severe handicap: his lack of actual magic and 'weapons'. If the Knight had his back (literally and figuratively) on command in battle, Carl knew a critical blindside he had could be guarded. Perhaps two, if he could learn to harness what he'd read about those years ago at his father's study properly. With Nirvana nearby, Carl wandered towards the park near the end of the day, happy to stretch his legs and test out his invention.
The automaton moved slowly at first, but gradually, as the child concentrated, it began to move as fluidly as the rest of them. In fact, it was as easy to manipulate as he had hoped: a simple move of the fingers, as if pulling invisible strings. Now this would be a good defense, if he could just get the flames to work. After awhile of tinkering and sparring with his own automaton, the child determined the concentration of seithr just wasn't HIGH enough here. ... Or, he wasn't getting enough in. For that matter... did they even use seithr anymore? Was that Coral an energy-substitute...?
"Aaah, it's not really working, Sis... I think the levels of seithr here aren't dense enough." He paused to look back to Nirvana, as if considering the problem. "Well, we can't do much there," the boy continued on, seemingly to himself (but Carl knew better, of course). "But this should hold up. It's not as strong as their swords, but strong enough that it should be able to withstand attacks from him or Jin, anyway." After another moment, he continues on as if in a conversation with someone else, his voice the only one heard. Some sort of bolt in his mouth, he moves it around to speak with the marionette while still working on the automaton in front of him about the size of his Bishop. His plans were to make it much larger; about his own size.
"I don't think we're really out of the initial testing phase yet... well, anyway, nothing is as strong as you'll ever be, Sis." With an affectionate smile, the boy returns to his work, likely unaware of anyone that might be watching, or the oil and grease smeared on his face. Still, he looks quite happy and easily approachable; it's hard not to hear or notice the noises the machine is making, after all... perhaps ask him what he's up to, or wonder why he's talking to himself~?
((ooc; TL;DR: come bug the puppeteer while he works on his newest project. Oh, and eventually I'll probably edit an image for the King, but until then imagine it looks like this, just bigger and more regal and... with legs. |D;))
