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I'll hold onto the next post for a while, then :P
>uncertain if gardener with long-as-hell hose is present
>write a short novel about character trying worm out of hard work
>write a short novel about character trying worm out of hard work
@Dark Light
"While we choose to reject many of the technologies of the rest of the world we cannot deny their functionality, here is a lesson for you to learn in your own time. How does 75 tonnes of steel remain in the sky and how does that differ to your technique."
The question was swiftly jotted down in the journal. The answer was simple enough - perfectly balancing the center of mass of the steel against the strength of each part of its support structure, which more or less was exactly what she did when she hovered. As a child, she had learned from her father the basics of physics while watching and listening as he fixed the stone walls, wooden and thatched roof, and doorways of the stable and the main farmhouse - which is exactly where she got the idea for hovering in the first place.
She smiled - those lessons from her father were from before her head injury, and the memory was one of the clearest she had, so even though she wanted to remember the question being asked, she didn't need to refer to the earlier portions of the book like she had with almost everything else.
"First we inflate the pool." he says handing her the crumpled rubber.
Obediently, Brunhilde funneled a gust of air into the pool's air intake nozzle, inflating it in seconds. She lightly tapped the stopper on the intake port with her foot, closing it.
"Then we need to fill it with water. But... It needs to be the water from atop the tower."
She raised an eyebrow and looked to the tower. A note in the journal mentioned that she was supposed to take the stairs, annoyingly enough.
"and remember, our class time is limited, the sooner this is ready the more time I have to teach you"
She nodded. This sort of thing wouldn't be terribly hard - she was used to helping her family around the farm. Less used to the stairs and the students moving up and down the stairs, but the jug itself wouldn't be a huge problem. At least, assuming the jug itself was even necessary.
She picked up the jug as she assumed she was supposed to, and returned to the top of the tower where she had dumped her things to find the womens' bathroom - which, thankfully, wasn't only intended for a single person, but rather was a respectably sized and fully equipped dormitory bathroom. There were two walls that faced roughly the right direction, with a few small windows with frosted glass. She checked to see if any of the windows could open. The ones near the sinks could, while the ones near the showers couldn't - which was pretty reasonable, she thought. Still, the window was awfully small, and she certainly couldn't do what she needed to with it. She opted to check out the balcony at the common room, where one of the senior students was practicing his flight. She waved to him and he waved back, and she took a look down below at the school grounds, where she was able to see Avarius and the swimming pool - a perfect target.
She returned to the womens' bathroom with the jug and turned on a cold faucet. Nothing particularly special about the water, but directions were directions. A few ideas crossed her mind on how to get the water down the fastest way possible - some of which would only have really made sense were she a water elementalist, such as using air to try to funnel a stream of water down into the pool. The last idea, and the one she liked most, was to turn the water into a fine mist and use air manipulation to guide it into the pool.
She cupped the water in her hand and stepped over to a drain in the middle of the room, where she threw the water into the air, testing a few different shapes of air currents to see what would work best, before settling on a conical vortex like a tornado. A couple layers spinning counter to one another would ensure the water would be scattered finely enough to be moved by the air itself, she found.
Satisfied, she filled the jug, walked to the balcony, and dumped the jug over the rail, straight into the air vortex. It took a bit of concentration to try to gather the winds carrying the resulting mist (as there was quite a lot of it), and she undoubtedly lost a good 40% of the water, but it mostly worked. The real trick was trying to get it to go all the way down to the rubber pool, where she would have difficulty feeling the air.
The gears ticked in her head as the spinning torus of air carrying water vapor hovered over the balcony. Perhaps she wouldn't need to feel the air from near the swimming pool. Might be easier to use a sort of tether as a feeler around the water vapor, so she could feel and instruct the torus as necessary without needing to extend her senses too far. She settled on this solution, and moved a very thin line of air to envelope the torus. Moving two things at once was simple enough - like threading a needle, or playing a guitar.
She used the tether to move the water vapor bundle down to the rubber pool almost as if she were fishing or flying a kite, and guided the water vapor into the pool, where it rapidly condensed into a thin layer of water.
She did this two more times before she decided that it was beyond her to do it efficiently or quickly, and opted to use the jug properly instead. It was a good idea, but she simply wasn't able to manipulate vapor well enough or stretch her manipulation far enough yet. Power wasn't the issue - she had plenty of that, as evidenced by her ability to effortlessly shred hardwood. It was her ability to listen to the air that needed further improvement.
The journal had gotten slightly damp from the water vapor shenanigans, and she wiped off the pages before writing down her (very short) notes on the failed experiment. She filled the jug properly and hovered it down the tower stairs with her, carefully avoiding any accidental collisions with other students or spilling the water. When she got to the ground floor, she skated across the ground as she had done earlier, intending to avoid any 'accidents' the teacher might try to cause. She dumped the water in the pool and returned upstairs, where she refilled the jug, and she repeated the process two more times before the pool was finally full.
Nearly out of breath from literally running up the very long stairs several times in the past several minutes with a jug and a massive book, she looked up to Avarius again. "Finished. Finally." By the sun's position, the entire process apparently took roughly fifteen minutes - far too long. Were she more skilled, she felt that she could have done it in under three minutes.
"While we choose to reject many of the technologies of the rest of the world we cannot deny their functionality, here is a lesson for you to learn in your own time. How does 75 tonnes of steel remain in the sky and how does that differ to your technique."
The question was swiftly jotted down in the journal. The answer was simple enough - perfectly balancing the center of mass of the steel against the strength of each part of its support structure, which more or less was exactly what she did when she hovered. As a child, she had learned from her father the basics of physics while watching and listening as he fixed the stone walls, wooden and thatched roof, and doorways of the stable and the main farmhouse - which is exactly where she got the idea for hovering in the first place.
She smiled - those lessons from her father were from before her head injury, and the memory was one of the clearest she had, so even though she wanted to remember the question being asked, she didn't need to refer to the earlier portions of the book like she had with almost everything else.
"First we inflate the pool." he says handing her the crumpled rubber.
Obediently, Brunhilde funneled a gust of air into the pool's air intake nozzle, inflating it in seconds. She lightly tapped the stopper on the intake port with her foot, closing it.
"Then we need to fill it with water. But... It needs to be the water from atop the tower."
She raised an eyebrow and looked to the tower. A note in the journal mentioned that she was supposed to take the stairs, annoyingly enough.
"and remember, our class time is limited, the sooner this is ready the more time I have to teach you"
She nodded. This sort of thing wouldn't be terribly hard - she was used to helping her family around the farm. Less used to the stairs and the students moving up and down the stairs, but the jug itself wouldn't be a huge problem. At least, assuming the jug itself was even necessary.
She picked up the jug as she assumed she was supposed to, and returned to the top of the tower where she had dumped her things to find the womens' bathroom - which, thankfully, wasn't only intended for a single person, but rather was a respectably sized and fully equipped dormitory bathroom. There were two walls that faced roughly the right direction, with a few small windows with frosted glass. She checked to see if any of the windows could open. The ones near the sinks could, while the ones near the showers couldn't - which was pretty reasonable, she thought. Still, the window was awfully small, and she certainly couldn't do what she needed to with it. She opted to check out the balcony at the common room, where one of the senior students was practicing his flight. She waved to him and he waved back, and she took a look down below at the school grounds, where she was able to see Avarius and the swimming pool - a perfect target.
She returned to the womens' bathroom with the jug and turned on a cold faucet. Nothing particularly special about the water, but directions were directions. A few ideas crossed her mind on how to get the water down the fastest way possible - some of which would only have really made sense were she a water elementalist, such as using air to try to funnel a stream of water down into the pool. The last idea, and the one she liked most, was to turn the water into a fine mist and use air manipulation to guide it into the pool.
She cupped the water in her hand and stepped over to a drain in the middle of the room, where she threw the water into the air, testing a few different shapes of air currents to see what would work best, before settling on a conical vortex like a tornado. A couple layers spinning counter to one another would ensure the water would be scattered finely enough to be moved by the air itself, she found.
Satisfied, she filled the jug, walked to the balcony, and dumped the jug over the rail, straight into the air vortex. It took a bit of concentration to try to gather the winds carrying the resulting mist (as there was quite a lot of it), and she undoubtedly lost a good 40% of the water, but it mostly worked. The real trick was trying to get it to go all the way down to the rubber pool, where she would have difficulty feeling the air.
The gears ticked in her head as the spinning torus of air carrying water vapor hovered over the balcony. Perhaps she wouldn't need to feel the air from near the swimming pool. Might be easier to use a sort of tether as a feeler around the water vapor, so she could feel and instruct the torus as necessary without needing to extend her senses too far. She settled on this solution, and moved a very thin line of air to envelope the torus. Moving two things at once was simple enough - like threading a needle, or playing a guitar.
She used the tether to move the water vapor bundle down to the rubber pool almost as if she were fishing or flying a kite, and guided the water vapor into the pool, where it rapidly condensed into a thin layer of water.
She did this two more times before she decided that it was beyond her to do it efficiently or quickly, and opted to use the jug properly instead. It was a good idea, but she simply wasn't able to manipulate vapor well enough or stretch her manipulation far enough yet. Power wasn't the issue - she had plenty of that, as evidenced by her ability to effortlessly shred hardwood. It was her ability to listen to the air that needed further improvement.
The journal had gotten slightly damp from the water vapor shenanigans, and she wiped off the pages before writing down her (very short) notes on the failed experiment. She filled the jug properly and hovered it down the tower stairs with her, carefully avoiding any accidental collisions with other students or spilling the water. When she got to the ground floor, she skated across the ground as she had done earlier, intending to avoid any 'accidents' the teacher might try to cause. She dumped the water in the pool and returned upstairs, where she refilled the jug, and she repeated the process two more times before the pool was finally full.
Nearly out of breath from literally running up the very long stairs several times in the past several minutes with a jug and a massive book, she looked up to Avarius again. "Finished. Finally." By the sun's position, the entire process apparently took roughly fifteen minutes - far too long. Were she more skilled, she felt that she could have done it in under three minutes.
...I assume there's a gardener of some sort that maintains the grounds? Perhaps a non-elementalist groundskeeper of some sort.
I'd honestly like a sort of 'bully' character to make it in safely. You can develop the hell out of a character like that.
Don't worry, Sif, I've got this. Judging by his personality, he's going to end up taking a 25-pound book to the face at some point. :P
@Dark Light
Brunhilde continues standing at attention as Avarius speaks, and flips the book open when he mentions three aspects of elemental manipulation, quickly scribbling down his words, and a few small footnotes.
"Tell me as best you can, when you hover what is happening and how are you doing it? Just then for example, softening that fall."
She looks to the journal again and checks the index, then flips to a page roughly in the middle of the book. She quickly scans the page, and conjures a very light breeze aimed towards her own face, clearly concentrating on what she's feeling as she does so. The breeze stops momentarily, and a sort of staccato rhythm of air comes in across her face, as she tries to think of how to describe it. She then allows it to stop and looks back up at Avarius.
"I feel the positions, the movements, the consistency, and the emotion of the air around me. For instance, when I entered the academy grounds, the air felt much more powerful than elsewhere, regardless of the force of the winds. More... Energetic and calm at once, if that makes sense. My attention was drawn towards you initially by the feeling and scent of the currents you were toying with."
She starts pacing, thinking hard on what exactly she does. Up until this moment, it's mostly been unconscious actions and reactions. "I can't quite get a solid grasp on how I manipulate the air. It's all very vague. Perhaps the easy way to put it is that I will it to do something and it does it, but it almost feels more like I'm having a conversation. Or an argument. Take your pick. When I hover or stop myself from falling, I feel as though I'm telling the air exactly what it needs to do, and the motions it needs to perform to do it. But to do that, I have to listen to it first."
She stops pacing and turns back towards Avarius and his assistant. "Perhaps what I do is a bit too simple and heavy-handed. It's very straightforward, even if I can't rightly explain it."
Brunhilde continues standing at attention as Avarius speaks, and flips the book open when he mentions three aspects of elemental manipulation, quickly scribbling down his words, and a few small footnotes.
"Tell me as best you can, when you hover what is happening and how are you doing it? Just then for example, softening that fall."
She looks to the journal again and checks the index, then flips to a page roughly in the middle of the book. She quickly scans the page, and conjures a very light breeze aimed towards her own face, clearly concentrating on what she's feeling as she does so. The breeze stops momentarily, and a sort of staccato rhythm of air comes in across her face, as she tries to think of how to describe it. She then allows it to stop and looks back up at Avarius.
"I feel the positions, the movements, the consistency, and the emotion of the air around me. For instance, when I entered the academy grounds, the air felt much more powerful than elsewhere, regardless of the force of the winds. More... Energetic and calm at once, if that makes sense. My attention was drawn towards you initially by the feeling and scent of the currents you were toying with."
She starts pacing, thinking hard on what exactly she does. Up until this moment, it's mostly been unconscious actions and reactions. "I can't quite get a solid grasp on how I manipulate the air. It's all very vague. Perhaps the easy way to put it is that I will it to do something and it does it, but it almost feels more like I'm having a conversation. Or an argument. Take your pick. When I hover or stop myself from falling, I feel as though I'm telling the air exactly what it needs to do, and the motions it needs to perform to do it. But to do that, I have to listen to it first."
She stops pacing and turns back towards Avarius and his assistant. "Perhaps what I do is a bit too simple and heavy-handed. It's very straightforward, even if I can't rightly explain it."
@Dark Light
Regardless of the weight of the class supplies, it was still not terribly much compared to having carried what amounted to a waterproof sleeping bag, twenty cans of beans, an absolutely silly amount of books, wooden panels, twelve sets of clothing, a brick in a pillowcase (for self defense), a sack of rice, and seven years' worth of medical paperwork bound in a locked binder - all of which were now sitting on her bed up in the tower. Brunhilde was still bothered by the weight, as she had already forgotten what carrying the previous luggage was like - or indeed that she even had brought luggage.
Apparently she was already in class, and was supposed to meet the air teacher back by the tree she had supposedly been at previously. The journal never lied, so despite having only the vaguest clue of what was really going on, she made her way there. She recognized both faces as those in the journal anyway - the younger one being marked as 'Avy'. Strange name.
As she approached the two men, she heard the younger of the two call out to her. "What would you like to do right now?"
At the same moment, she lost her balance, and not-so-gracefully fell forwards mid-step. A flash of confusion broke her concentration on what she was trying to do that moment, and she realized she was falling before she could identify what had happened. She quickly formed the cushion of air she had spent so much time hovering on beneath her on the way down, and narrowly avoided faceplanting into the ground. One of the cyclones around her hands neatly clipped an inch of grass before she stabilized her motion and pushed herself upright with the air cushion.
She took her last few steps and brushed herself off, this time opting to walk on her own air, actively attempting to prevent such mishaps in the future. Her face was red with embarrassment as she placed her class supplies on the ground and scribbled the happenings down in the journal, underlining the phrase "Watch your step, moron" three times.
"I think... I would like to stay upright, sir. Yes, I think that would be the perfect thing to do right now. Maybe I should learn to be a little bit more aware of what's going on around me, while I'm at it."
Judging by her tone of voice, she seemed to be rather annoyed - but she kept herself in check, and stood at attention as her old martial arts teachers had taught her up north, her right hand behind her back and her left clutching the journal.
"You are quite short."
Brunhilde's eye twitched at the observation, but she remained at attention as Avarius checked her mass. She was somewhat used to it, though she couldn't quite remember why. Her doctor up north did this sort of thing occasionally, as the scale in his office had been an older, purely mechanical model, and didn't properly register under a certain weight. "The book adds twenty-five pounds."
Regardless of the weight of the class supplies, it was still not terribly much compared to having carried what amounted to a waterproof sleeping bag, twenty cans of beans, an absolutely silly amount of books, wooden panels, twelve sets of clothing, a brick in a pillowcase (for self defense), a sack of rice, and seven years' worth of medical paperwork bound in a locked binder - all of which were now sitting on her bed up in the tower. Brunhilde was still bothered by the weight, as she had already forgotten what carrying the previous luggage was like - or indeed that she even had brought luggage.
Apparently she was already in class, and was supposed to meet the air teacher back by the tree she had supposedly been at previously. The journal never lied, so despite having only the vaguest clue of what was really going on, she made her way there. She recognized both faces as those in the journal anyway - the younger one being marked as 'Avy'. Strange name.
As she approached the two men, she heard the younger of the two call out to her. "What would you like to do right now?"
At the same moment, she lost her balance, and not-so-gracefully fell forwards mid-step. A flash of confusion broke her concentration on what she was trying to do that moment, and she realized she was falling before she could identify what had happened. She quickly formed the cushion of air she had spent so much time hovering on beneath her on the way down, and narrowly avoided faceplanting into the ground. One of the cyclones around her hands neatly clipped an inch of grass before she stabilized her motion and pushed herself upright with the air cushion.
She took her last few steps and brushed herself off, this time opting to walk on her own air, actively attempting to prevent such mishaps in the future. Her face was red with embarrassment as she placed her class supplies on the ground and scribbled the happenings down in the journal, underlining the phrase "Watch your step, moron" three times.
"I think... I would like to stay upright, sir. Yes, I think that would be the perfect thing to do right now. Maybe I should learn to be a little bit more aware of what's going on around me, while I'm at it."
Judging by her tone of voice, she seemed to be rather annoyed - but she kept herself in check, and stood at attention as her old martial arts teachers had taught her up north, her right hand behind her back and her left clutching the journal.
"You are quite short."
Brunhilde's eye twitched at the observation, but she remained at attention as Avarius checked her mass. She was somewhat used to it, though she couldn't quite remember why. Her doctor up north did this sort of thing occasionally, as the scale in his office had been an older, purely mechanical model, and didn't properly register under a certain weight. "The book adds twenty-five pounds."
I just get her lost or something and turning up late XD
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