#rdkite

[angelkaja]

RP: Cracking The Shell

In which a hole is cut in a door

Starring: Lennart, Will, RedKite, Corus

[22:31:19] * Lennart shimmies down the rope-ladder hanging off the deck of the Adenydd Coch, a wide grin on his face. He thumps down into the mud below, and wanders off to the side, looking upward, his hand across his brow to watch his co-conspirators descend* [22:31:44] <Lennart> Come on now, it's not that far downward, AhaHA! [22:32:36] * Will lands with a heavy thump* [22:32:56] <Will> Ah! Solid ground at last [22:33:18] * Lennart chuckles, stroking his beard* [22:33:26] <Lennart> Gain a head for heights, young engineer, oho... [22:33:51] * Corus looks down apprehensively, and then slowly creeps down the ladder, not looking down, and drops to the ground roughly* [22:36:45] * RedKite confidently spins the ship's wheel, a cheerful Sparks perched on her shoulder. Now, confident the Adenydd is suitably docked, she quickly checks the burners and turns down the flames.* [22:39:37] * RedKite checks the tightness of the rigging as the Adenydd slowly lowers in the air. She looks over the side, grinning as she does so.* [22:40:28] * Will looks up at the slowly descending ship and asks* Any reason why we didn't wait a bit longer before jumping ship? [22:40:50] * Lennart smiles wide, giving a hearty stretch* [22:41:32] <Lennart> Time is money, my boy, have faith..! Ahah! [22:41:51] * Will looks around to get his bearings* [22:42:05] <Will> I think I saw the facility in that direction [22:42:24] * Lennart ruffles his hair, gesturing onward* [22:42:33] <Lennart> Then scout out the score, m'boy! [22:43:10] <RedKite> Hey, wait a second, pobl! Can't have you guys wandering too far from the ship. [22:43:55] * Lennart smiles upward, waving lazily* [22:44:03] <Lennart> Might make heisting difficult, ohoh..! [22:46:03] * RedKite whistles brightly and Sparks takes off from her shoulder. He speeds quickly down towards the group, circling around Lennart. The little bird appears to be modified, a large speaker now embedded in his breast.* [22:47:24] * Lennart's grey eyebrow twitches, and he gives a casual whistle to the small construct* [22:49:31] * RedKite's little bird companion hovers a little in the air before landing on Lennart's shoulder. Instead of a sharp, tuneful whistle, Sparks lets out a hiss of radio static.* [22:53:11] * RedKite reveals a radio receiver from her back pocket and grins slyly. As she speaks, Sparks' head tilts curiously and his beak flaps in time.* [22:54:36] <RedKite> In built mobile communication system. Two way channel straight to the Adenydd. Handy, huh? [22:54:56] * Lennart smiles wide, tickling Sparks' chin* [22:55:02] <Lennart> Just lovely, oho... [22:55:14] * Will starts walking towards their objective before suddenly stopping* [22:55:47] <Will> Oh! I forgot to mention! Watch out for spike traps... The Doc didn't much care for visitors... [22:56:51] * Corus takes a wobbly step towards Will, before stopping short* Spike traps? Geez, what's with all the security? [22:59:09] * RedKite sighs from her microphone, Sparks' head tilting.* They were hiding somethin'. Somethin' big. Something valuable. [22:59:52] * Lennart rubs his gloved hands together, following Will up the slight slope towards the facility* [23:00:01] <Lennart> ...Which is why we're here..! [23:00:54] * Will stands at the top of the slope and points down to the ruined entrance below* [23:01:16] <Will> Here it is! State facility number... er... I forget... [23:01:23] <Will> Also known as PiTec [23:01:37] <Will> Or what's left of it [23:02:08] * Lennart chuckles, offering his hand to Corus, to help through the mud* [23:02:15] <Lennart> Pictureque, no? Oho! [23:02:34] <Corus stumbles briefly, grabbing Lennart's wrist* Oh geez, this is ridiculous... [23:03:10] * Lennart laughs loud, holding still, allowing Corus to use him for purchase* [23:03:19] <Lennart> Hurry up, young one? *he teases gently* [23:04:32] * Corus manages, with Lennart's help, to climb up to stand next to Will, staring down at PiTec's ruins* Not to sound like a broken record...but oh GEEZ. Didn't think it'd be this bad. [23:06:05] * RedKite recoils back at the ship's deck as a loud feedback drone comes through the microphone. She mutters.* Bobl bach, Len... watch the volume, mun! [23:06:36] * Lennart blinks, rubbing his nose* Hahah, my apologies... [23:07:02] * Lennart sits on his haunches, examining the entrance below them* [23:07:07] * Will coughs and continues* If its anything like the previous facility I was employed at, the doors will be on lock down. The plus side however means that the damage should be mostly limited to the upper levels [23:07:27] <Lennart> Well, shall we try and pop the doors open then, my friends? [23:08:35] <Corus> Hold on a sec - if the place is on lockdown, if we pry open the doors, I bet you we sound every alarm in the area. [23:09:05] * Will Looks around* I doubt there's anyone left nearby who'll mind [23:09:36] <Will> There was a village nearby but it was evacuated [23:13:27] <RedKite> Huh... If the security's anything to go by, I'm with the Core ferch on this. Careful, pobl. *Sparks moves his leather wings uneasily on Lennart's shoulder* [23:14:17] * Lennart smiles, crouching, padding down the slight slope, petting the small metal bird with one large finger* [23:14:49] <Lennart> Are you two coming with me, or should I crack this myself? Ahah! [23:15:10] * Lennart leans against one of the large metal blast doors, giving a casual knock* [23:15:33] <Will> Only ghosts will answer [23:16:54] * Corus skids down the slope, gracefully knocking into the metal shell* You're gonna need more than a knock to crack /that/ nut, Mr Pengerson. [23:17:35] * Lennart chuckles, gesturing, ever-so-gentlemanly* [23:17:52] <Lennart> Well, that would be why I gave you the blowtorch, my young friend, ahah... [23:21:02] * RedKite's little bird companion takes off from Lennart's shoulder in preparation for the blowtorch. Sparks slowly circles around the space, before hovering close to Lennart.* [23:21:58] * Corus smiles, withdrawing the blowtorch from her pack and giving it a quick experimental puff* It's different from my usual model, but let's see how it handles... [23:23:39] * Corus slots her tinted goggles onto her face, and begins to attack the door with the blow torch, silent as it hisses through the metal* [23:24:13] * Will turns to Lennart* alright then, so what kind of equipment are we looking for? Or is it the if it's not bolted down policy? [23:25:06] * Lennart smiles wide, tapping the door* [23:25:16] <Lennart> Shall we start with getting in, m'boy? [23:26:37] * Corus extinguishes the flame and lifts her goggles to observe her work: a red-hot rectangle on the door* Uh Will? Could you give this a shove? *She gestures to the shape she's cut* [23:27:11] * Will walks over to the door, raises his foot and gives an almighty kick* [23:27:28] <Lennart claps, smiling wide* [23:27:37] <Lennart> Ah, bravo! Aha! [23:27:50] * Lennart chuckles as the door crumples before Will eventually* [23:28:29] <Will> After you boss [23:29:16] * Lennart smiles, ducking his head to step into the dark, empty facility* [23:29:22] <Lennart> Mmm... Progress...

[angelkaja]

RP: Little Ship

In which Lennart brings something back to the Island

Starring: Lennart, RedKite

* The early morning near-silence of the Border Machinists' Island is rocked suddenly by the loud and entirely un-necessary bellowing of an airhorn, echoing between the empty ruins and sleeping homes

* RedKite, having made a ramshackled hammock above the shipping containers, stirs uncomfortably in her hammock. She scowls fiercely.

<RedKite> Sparks! Shurrup!

* Her small domicile is bathed in shadow as a large shape moves overhead, with triumphant calling from above

<Lennart> AHOY! Young Red, my friend! I have my end of our deal, AHAH!

* RedKite, having now been completely shocked awake by Lennart's bellowing, looks confusedly as the rusted hull floating above. With a start, she runs ahead.

* Lennart's large form, balanced precariously over one of the degrading rails of the hulk of a ship, waves as the large vessel slows, bouncing lazily with a metal screech off one of the large stacks of shipping containers balanced outside their settlement

* Finally, Lennart tosses down a huge anchor, smashing into the ruined earth below

<RedKite> Ey! Put 'er down gently! *She looks up at the vessel, creaking as it slowly descends onto the ground. She scowls, Sparks' head glitching at her shoulder* Bobol bach, Lennart. Where'd you find this? The thing's an antique!

<Lennart> Ah! Not an antique! *He waggles his finger teasingly* A classic! Back in those days, you didn't need stabilisers, unlike you spoilt young ones of today..!

* Lennart pets the controls affectionately

* RedKite snorts indignantly* Classic... *She begins to climb up the anchor, muttering to herself* As long as it has a burner and a balloon, it doesn't need stabilisers.

<Lennart> Well then it's your lucky day... *he chuckles, leaning back on a bench strapped to the side of the control platform*

<Lennart> This is quite the stripped-down flight experience, AHAHA~!"

* RedKite climbs over the rail with ease before walking around the deck, looking up at the balloon, rails, and rigging judgingly.

* Lennart chuckles softly, poking the wheel with his boot and smiling as the large industrial airship turns lazily on a point, still anchored down

* RedKite allows herself to smile, Sparks fluttering anxiously at her side* Well, the steering works. *She turns to the single burner in the aftcastle of the ship and begins testing it*

* Lennart smiles, standing. He kneels near her mockingly, offering his arm* Need a leg up..? Can you reach ma'am? *He gives a wide mirthful smile.

* RedKite gives Lennart a judging look before turning back to the burners* This could do with a bit more power, I reckon. Perhaps a second burner. Easy enough. *She shoots a grin to Sparks who chirps affectionately*

* Lennart chuckles, brushing his beard between two large fingers as he stands* So, do I have you 'on board' fully for my... our... business, so to speak? *He smiles wide

* RedKite looks indignantly at Lennart for a second, before looking at Sparks for his opinion. He makes a sound similar to a ship's whistle. She turns to Lennart* I'd say we have a deal... but what about my pay? *Sparks makes a downward whistle.

* Lennart smiles, adjusting his gloves. He rummages in the pockets of his suit, tossing a handful of golden coins over* Your cut from that parts sale with our beloved guest, the Nights woman. *He chuckles, patting the remainder, still in his pocket*

<RedKite> Oh yeah... Her. Damn. Shame I didn't get to speak to her. The engine on that thing... *She turns one of the coins over in the hand before shoving it quickly in her pocket*

* Lennart nods approvingly, walking to the rope ladder down to the industrial ruins below* Oh, I'm sure she'll be a repeat customer, made a decent enough impression! Ahah!

<RedKite> Sure, she did. *Red grins. She pats the side of the ship, rust coming off in dust in her hand* I think me and 'Adenydd Coch' will get on very well.

* Lennart smiles wide, giving a mock two-fingered salute as he hops onto the ladder, surprisingly agile for a man his age, and descends from the floating ship

[angelkaja]

RP: Little Bird And A Ship

A week ago...

In which Lennart investigates a crash

Starring: Lennart, RedKite

* Red hunts around in the ramshackled place she calls home. Brass pipes and fans lay strewn all over the sand and a small scruffily built tent lies in the corner underneath the rocky outcropping. Sparks, her robotic bird companion, flutters around her head as she hunts for remaining supplies. It does not look good.*

<RedKite> Shit! Shit shit shit! * Lennart squats, nearby but out of sight. He watches quietly for now. Days previous, he'd watched the small airship come down, waited for the occupants to show, before finally moving to investigate* * As Red rummages in the small wooden box under the tent canopy, Sparks begins to live up to his unfortunate namesake. He emits a few tiny golden sparks before dropping like a stone into the sand, emitting water from his chest and soaking the sand around him* <RedKite> Double shit! Sparks, you twpsin. Did you land in the water ... again?? * Lennart's large brows wrinkle in concern, and he makes his decision to move even closer. He gathers the small possessions he's brought with him, moving back over the brink of a hill to appear as though just moving into sight* <Lennart> Ahoy! Hello there, m'dear! *he waves a large hand over his head* * Red quickly looks up to this strange suited gentleman with a bemused frown.* <RedKite> Er... hi? *Red quickly returns to the little bird, beginning to unscrew the bolts keeping the little bird together. Water streams out of the bolt holes.* * Lennart smiles, drawing closer. He has a small tie-bag of supplies bouncing behind his shoulder, crouching next to Red suddenly, upon noticing the little mechanical bird once more* <Lennart> Oh, dear! What a shame, my dear girl! *His brow wrinkles as he watches the water leak* <Lennart> What a mess! <RedKite> *laughs slightly* Darn bird. You'd swear he was a fish. * Lennart strokes the tiny metal head, surprisingly gently* <Lennart> Remarkably well designed fish, for one! Ahaha! * Lennart chuckles loudly, the bass shaking the tiny metal form before him* * Red regards the strange gentleman with a suspicious look.* * Lennart smiles back, the faintest glimmer of teeth before her* <RedKite> Er... thanks. I really should be getting him back in the air though. His cogs'll flippin rust over if this water isn't drained out. * Lennart nods seriously, blinking down at it* <Lennart> Oh, of course... So delicate. May I be able to assist, young lady? * Lennart gives a tiny piston a small push, letting water drool from it slowly* * Red quickly looks at the gentleman then back at the water stream... then back to the gentleman.* <RedKite> Hey, twpsin! You'll break 'im! * Lennart shakes his head slowly, his smile growing* <Lennart> My dear, no... These pistons must be drained post-haste, no? <Lennart> Trust me, I have quite the experience, and two hands make faster work, no? <RedKite> Well, yeah - but trust me, I made this guy. If anyone knows how 'e works, it's me. I know how to dry 'im out. *She quickly moves the little bird figure out of the way, muttering to herself as she quickly begins work* * Lennart laughs aloud, sitting back to watch her* <Lennart> Hah, the youth of today and their vigour! So many young engineers about nowadays... * Lennart reaches into his shoulder-piece, into a hidden compartment, drawing a few small tools, passing them over as he deems appropriate* * Red laughs at his comment, testing the little bird's wings before noticing the tools.* <RedKite> Heh, I won't be here long. As soon I get the airship back up and running, I'm outta here. *She notices the tools*... hey, these are... * Lennart smiles, his large hand open and easily stocked with the tiny devices* <Lennart> As I said, so many young engineers... Not enough old hands to steer the ship sometimes, ahahHAHA! * Lennart laughs loud and plentifully, toying with his beard softly* * Red frowns before quickly nabbing a small screwdriver to quickly tighten up a bolt on the little bird's wing.* <RedKite> Steer the ship... very funny. * Lennart blinks, then laughs louder* <Lennart> O-oh my, what a slip of the tongue! *He laughs louder, his thick shoulders shaking* * Red frowns again at this strange gentleman. She activates a switch on the back of the little bird, and after a few slightly worrying sparks, it quickly begins to fly.* <RedKite> Hey, Sparks. Good as new. * Lennart smiles, watching it fly* <Lennart> Well hello there fella! * The bird flies around Lennart's head a while, investigating him.* * Lennart slowly, gently offers a hand up, a spot to rest. He whistles softly, trying to attract the small bird* <Lennart> Here, here, here-here ~ <RedKite> ... so who are ya, anyway? You, like obviously didn't come here to wind me up. <Lennart> Oh, I don't know, I might have done..? * Lennart teases her gently, still fixated on Sparks* <Lennart> I came because I saw a fire last night, heard a crash a few days ago of course! Hahah. <Lennart> Just making sure of the safety of another engineer, m'dear! * Sparks skilfully lands on Lennart's finger, his head twitching slightly. Obviously, the little bird is not as 'good as new' as his owner claims.* * Lennart frowns, ducking down and blowing softly against the small mechanical head, letting a few more drops of water ooze from Sparks* <RedKite> huh... well, I assure ya. I'm fine. *As if to add insult to injury, she falls over her feet as she tries to back away from the man* ... goddamnit. * Lennart stands to face her, Sparks balanced carefully on his large finger* <Lennart> Are you sure, my dear? You seem in some trouble, and my and my friends' encampment is hardly a great distance from here... *He offers his hand* <Lennart> Please, I insist. Trust me! My name is Lennart Pengersen, young...? *He pauses for the smaller one's name* <RedKite>  Red. *she takes his hand, watching Sparks intently* People call me Red.