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@Lvl Down

Waldemar and Song have a joint post that's probably ready to go whenever @RabidAnubis gets online again.
@The Fated Fallen How great would it be if we all collectively just decided "nah" when Isabeau is awestruck over Jason's supposedly monstrous potential and then... the RP just ends.

sorry @IcePezz. Not trying to give you heartburn. I'm just waiting to see where Joffridus and the scary lady go.
~Jonathan~

When Milly responded enthusiastically, Jonathan beamed, albeit mildly surprised. This was the first time in a very long while that anyone had taken one of his inventions seriously! Song only shot down the logical fallacies behind his inventions, so he appreciated being able to share his creations with an aficionado. Perhaps he didn't have to worry about boring Milly with technical jargon after all!

"Yes, good points for sure. Depending on how you load it, it'll take some thought to make sure that you're not anywhere near it when it goes off," Jonathan agreed. "For closer range though, I think it would be best to just throw a normal bomb, and use the roto-bomber only as a long distance specialty weapon that just blows everything to oblivion- all in good fun. I put it together in the discus shape and designed the internal acceleration so that you could hopefully launch it much further than you could throw- perhaps even further than the average marksman's accurate gun range, say 200-300 feet, if you give it enough of a heave. It's always nice to take out your enemies from afar, though you can't quite feel the explosions as intimately, I'm afraid."

"But now that you mention it, the ability to remotely control the launch of individual spheres would be incredibly useful," Jonathan put his hand to his chin. "You could throw the roto bomber into the middle of a battle, and wait until the opportune time to launch them if you had some sort of controller... It could almost be a game of sorts! I'll give this some more thought. I’ve recently been experimenting with using radio waves as control signals. Maybe this would be a good use for it."

"The directional charges might be a good idea as well. There’s also the case where the disk launches a sphere, but the sphere hits something and detonates near the roto bomber... though again, a controller would solve that problem."

"Ah payload wise, as I mentioned earlier, you can adjust how far the disk will shoot the spheres out between 10-30 feet, and adjust accordingly, though it's probably best to keep the roto bomber as light as possible by keeping the spheres themselves light. One of the nice things is that you can be quite versatile with this contraption. Load it up with flashbangs, fireworks, cupcakes even."

“But what’s a good invention without a bit of collaboration? Why don’t you hold on to the roto bomber and tinker with it how you like. Ultimately, I think you’ll be the one with the most use for it,” Jonathan said with a knowing grin. “I’ll keep looking into radio waves, though perhaps you may find an opportunity to use it before I figure anything out.”

With that, Jonathan let Milly off to her own devices, and begun fiddling away with antennae at his desk.

@VitaVitaAR

~Song~

On her way to the apothecary, Song caught sight of the young german noble. While he wasn’t the easiest to read, she appreciated his presence aboard the ship. The little rivalry that Waldemar and Jonathan had begun to form kept her traveling mate just a little bit more on his toes.

She gave him a nod of recognition and a light smile, but didn’t quite know what else to say to start a friendly conversation.

@RabidAnubis
Aw man back on the ship already... I wanted to have a chance for Song to run into Waldemar at the medicine shop and banter a bit. Hmm... @RabidAnubis should we go through the whole conversation over PM and then one of us can post it when it's done? Or did you have other plans?
yayyyyyyyyyyy~
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Quick Q: does radio already exist in this world?
~Jason~

He watched the woman snatch the bread with resigned horror. That was a gift for Sir Joffridus... how could she… He looked on sadly as her greasy lips wrapped around the bread.

But then his pointed ears suddenly perked up when he felt a strange presence. It drew all of his attention, and he didn’t hear whatever else the two said. He turned directly to see her, by the merchant’s stand, not noticing that he was staring. She was intimidating, but not scary, and was staring back at him with piercingly beautiful eyes.

As Joffridus and his companion began to move towards the docks, Jason hesistantly plodded along after them, still peering over at Isabeau.

@IcePezz @Ryciera @Plecy
~Song~

With a flick of her hair, she smoothly brushed past Jonathan, not even acknowledging his pleas for help.

Heading off into the city, she made a checklist of things she needed to get done. She needed her sword sharpened, wanted to pick up some apothecary supplies, and if she could find any, could definitely use some more paper for folding…

~Jonathan~

He huffed. He sighed. He harrumphed. He cleared his throat, folded his arms over his chest, and watched the rest of the crew depart off into Falis Island. How dreadful. Especially if Waldemar would return with a triumphant smile, victorious in his romancing.

Adjusting the lapels of his coat in resignation, he turned to Milly, who seemed flustered at first, but suddenly brightened up on her own. “Well, I suppose you and I will just have to find some way to entertain ourselves for six hours,” he said, with a defeated smirk. “It wouldn’t do to just sit around and stare at the port all day.”

He then remembered what he had said to Milly earlier that morning. “Oh. Actually, follow me. I’ll show you what I was talking about earlier.”

Jonathan made to descend below deck with Milly in tow, heading to his room. As he walked, his cocky demeanor began to fall away a bit, replaced with a calm, clear minded expression. He had no intention of wooing the young white haired girl, so he dropped the show. If one were to meet Jonathan in this state, they would mistakenly assume that he was a respectable, humble gentleman.

“Ah here we are,” Jonathan said as they reached his room. “I apologize in advance for the mess, but I was up late last night working, and nodded off without realizing.”

He opened the door, revealing that his cabin was far from a mess. In fact, it nearly sparkled from cleanliness. His years of growing up in a pristine mansion had caused him to become unnerved when things were out of place, so he impulsively took it upon himself to ensure that his bed was tightly made, and nothing littered the floor. Though it was small, Jonathan’s adept eye for spacing made his room appear a bit larger than it actually was. An elegant lamp gently lit the room, highlighting the subtly ornate rug that Jonathan had spread across the floor. In the corner was a neatly arranged desk with resistors, power supplies, gears, and all sorts of mechanical-electrical components laid out for easy reach. A strange disk like contraption sat in the center of the workspace.

“Now this, Ms. Nobel, is what I call the roto-bomber, for lack of an official name,” Jonathan said proudly, as he picked the gadget up and spun it around in his hands. “An effective combination of an impact spring mechanism with timed charge pump ignition, if I do say so myself. I spent quite a bit of time perfecting the timing delay across the resistor network to match the ignition to the release time, and I also put a tremendous amount of thought into making sure the centripetal force detection didn’t accidentally--”

“Ah,” Jonathan stopped himself, realizing that he was about to fall into tinkering mode and bore Milly to death. He got a bit too excited about his own inventions.

“Well, really, the point of all this is to say that when you throw the roto bomber like a discus, the mechanism inside will cause it to greatly accelerate rotation and go farther than you could normally throw it,” said Jonathan, demonstrating how to toss it. “Inside, the roto-bomber carries 12 small spheres for each orientation on the clock face, which you can time the release of. Upon release, the 12 spheres will self-ignite and be launched a calibrated distance between 10 to 30 feet away from the disk. I’m sure you can understand the value proposition in this invention- essentially, it’s a small timed bomb with a potential 100 foot effective blast radius.”

Jonathan pulled out one of the spheres. “Now this is where I’d gladly appreciate your assistance,” he said, handing the sphere to her. “I must admit that I’m not quite the expert in incendiaries that you are, and I was hoping that you’d be able to choose the right sort of explosive substances to fill these with, so that optimum blast radius can be achieved without destroying the roto-bomber itself. Assuming that the roto-bomber doesn’t self implode, it should be indefinitely reusable.”

Through all of this though, Jonathan had left the top of the ship unguarded...

@VitaVitaAR
Jonathan: "Marrying a 13 year old girl is one thing, but losing Char to a flat chested pyscho with a bomb fetish is something else entirely... Oh dear I hope Ms. Nobel didn't hear that."

^_^;

Also

Jonathan: "Oh Charrrrrrlotte~ If you somehow get me out of this mess I'll take you on a date to ANYWHERE you want on Falis Islanddd~"

@KoL
OH OOPS. MY BAD. >_< here we go: @VitaVitaAR

but I'm cool with whatever!
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