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usir2019-06-02 01:05 pm
rocketraccoon) wrote in usir2019-06-02 01:05 pm
Adventure Awaits
Character(s): Rocket, Billie, Dany, Jon, Robb
Status: Closed
Location(s): Summerhall & the Roost
Date(s): From Late May to Early June
About: Rocket is tired of babysitting small menacing animals that are still waiting for their people to come back, and also wants to show off his new toys to a potentially interested acquaintance.
Warnings:
Closed to Summerhall Residents
Babysitting the menagerie at Summerhall is exhausting work on its own without having animas separated from and unable to help their people hanging around him. He had become a climbing tree for a red panda several times and there was only so much Lylla could do to distract the other animals from bothering Rocket while he was trying to work on his invention.
And then it had happened. He was working and Lylla was pestering one of the animas, and then she wasn't. Lylla was alone and confused and Rocket was concerned. He loaded up his crossbow and started searching, first the building and then the land around it, venturing out further and further looking for any sign of the missing animal.
In the end he had had to return to the building and make sure none of the others had vanished. He had spent the rest of his time forgoing his experiments and the target he had built a ways out from the building in favor of keeping a closer eye on the animals.
He had tried to stay awake, listening for sounds of an animal trying to get into the building. When none came he eventually passed out just outside the door, his back to the wall and an unloaded crossbow sitting loosely in his hands. Fittingly, he's covered in animals when the Summerhall group returns, exactly as he was when they left.
Closed to Billie
Rocket likes the airships most about everything they have to deal with now. Sure they're convenient and from some perspectives a safer way to travel, but there's also an insane amount of potential and freedom that they offer that no animal mount ever could. Not even a dragon, though admittedly the airships weren't going to be much of a match for dragons now that the scaly god-complex monsters were back. He would fix that, though. Somehow he would find a way to make them defensible again fire-breathing sky menaces.
His newly copied scroll tucked away in his bolt quiver he slips out his room from the window, taking the roof exit and trapping his clingy animas in their temporary room at the Roost. It doesn't take much for him to navigate his way back to the ground, choosing to meet Billie outside so they can head in or elsewhere together. Things were less suspiciously a 'meeting' worth eavesdropping on if they were there together from the start.
He keeps to the other side of the path and waits. Billie wasn't far, he wouldn't have to wait for long.
Status: Closed
Location(s): Summerhall & the Roost
Date(s): From Late May to Early June
About: Rocket is tired of babysitting small menacing animals that are still waiting for their people to come back, and also wants to show off his new toys to a potentially interested acquaintance.
Warnings:
Closed to Summerhall Residents
Babysitting the menagerie at Summerhall is exhausting work on its own without having animas separated from and unable to help their people hanging around him. He had become a climbing tree for a red panda several times and there was only so much Lylla could do to distract the other animals from bothering Rocket while he was trying to work on his invention.
And then it had happened. He was working and Lylla was pestering one of the animas, and then she wasn't. Lylla was alone and confused and Rocket was concerned. He loaded up his crossbow and started searching, first the building and then the land around it, venturing out further and further looking for any sign of the missing animal.
In the end he had had to return to the building and make sure none of the others had vanished. He had spent the rest of his time forgoing his experiments and the target he had built a ways out from the building in favor of keeping a closer eye on the animals.
He had tried to stay awake, listening for sounds of an animal trying to get into the building. When none came he eventually passed out just outside the door, his back to the wall and an unloaded crossbow sitting loosely in his hands. Fittingly, he's covered in animals when the Summerhall group returns, exactly as he was when they left.
Closed to Billie
Rocket likes the airships most about everything they have to deal with now. Sure they're convenient and from some perspectives a safer way to travel, but there's also an insane amount of potential and freedom that they offer that no animal mount ever could. Not even a dragon, though admittedly the airships weren't going to be much of a match for dragons now that the scaly god-complex monsters were back. He would fix that, though. Somehow he would find a way to make them defensible again fire-breathing sky menaces.
His newly copied scroll tucked away in his bolt quiver he slips out his room from the window, taking the roof exit and trapping his clingy animas in their temporary room at the Roost. It doesn't take much for him to navigate his way back to the ground, choosing to meet Billie outside so they can head in or elsewhere together. Things were less suspiciously a 'meeting' worth eavesdropping on if they were there together from the start.
He keeps to the other side of the path and waits. Billie wasn't far, he wouldn't have to wait for long.
no subject
It occurs to him that he should have told Daud, and he tells himself he will, eventually, but Billie has already listened to him ramble about one invention and this is a two birds, one meeting kind of thing. The less people who knew about him having the plans the better. When the actual inventor found out their plans had been swiped and distributed to another builder, Rocket didn't intend on having his head in the line of fire.
"Serious as a centaur. I haven't seen it myself, yet, but from what I can tell it's smaller and sleeker. Has some pretty fancied up bits to it, too." He points to the double sets of blades at the top. "Seems like it can move up and down faster, and it's made to handle the more extreme weather. Won't be surprised if it replaces the old ones soon. It's got less space, but it's a powerful ship if these plans ain't a lie."
Of course, Rocket can't make it himself to find out, and his old resources died decades ago. He has to build up a whole new network of unsavories still.
"No idea how long they've been working on it but I got that from someone who rode in it. Not a prototype, either. There were three of em, fully operational. Sounds like there's only one left, now, though." That was about as much as Rocket knew.
"I spent a week pouring over this. It's sound design. In theory these plans have everything an architect would need." Which will bring them to problem the first. Rocket made explosives and weapons, not airships. He didn't have the resources, money, or the skill to put a project like this together. He certainly didn't have the magic.
no subject
Even if that would be something her and Rocket have in common.
"Only one? Due to a malfunction or due to outside forces?" See, that part is absolutely serious and she looks back towards Rocket as she asks. He says the design looks sound, though. Everything an architect would need, only— "And what are you thinking? That you're going to put one of these together? Come on, Rocket, you were busting your tail over crossbow bolts only a month ago."