02 - Piracy is sentimental with salty bits
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vivala[Learning in the Vaults]
[Harlock is attending a lesson on how Ether-driven ships work, taking very copious notes, though it's clear some of the more technical terminology being used is beyond his current language skills, phonetically writing down the words with question marks as he also roughly sketches out the parts, murmuring under his breath.
Once the classes clear, he waves people down]
Pardon, would you mind helping me go over my notes?
[Flotsam Taverns cw: alcohol, implied alcoholism]
[It's well past sundown, and the moon is high - the hour is so late that the mood in the bar - The Dancing Skipjack - is undergoing a seachange from rowdy carousing to melancholy and sentimentality. A dwarf with a concertina had just finished a shanty about how the dangers of sea monster hunting is worth it for the village boy waiting for the sailor on shore. A few patrons left, but others not done yet are calling out for someone else to sing.
Meanwhile, Harlock was sitting at a small table, apparently drinking since he sat down, and yet seemingly as sober as a temperance judge, humming softly before he glances up upon sensing someone approaching, before letting out a sound of assent, inviting the person to join him at the table, even as the call for more songs continue.]
I hope you don't mind shanties, it seems like everyone's looking for a little song tonight.
[Locked to Donatello, not long after the mission end]
[Harlock's thoughts turned over the raid, they did well, much better than he anticipated but there could've been more done, difference choices, but right now - he was more concerned how Donatello was holding up - the pirate has seen his share of first battle shocks. It's a reminder to him that while he's used to this, many aren't.
When he finds the turtlekin, he waits for a moment, before calling out]
How are you holding up?
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[Harlock is attending a lesson on how Ether-driven ships work, taking very copious notes, though it's clear some of the more technical terminology being used is beyond his current language skills, phonetically writing down the words with question marks as he also roughly sketches out the parts, murmuring under his breath.
Once the classes clear, he waves people down]
Pardon, would you mind helping me go over my notes?
[Flotsam Taverns cw: alcohol, implied alcoholism]
[It's well past sundown, and the moon is high - the hour is so late that the mood in the bar - The Dancing Skipjack - is undergoing a seachange from rowdy carousing to melancholy and sentimentality. A dwarf with a concertina had just finished a shanty about how the dangers of sea monster hunting is worth it for the village boy waiting for the sailor on shore. A few patrons left, but others not done yet are calling out for someone else to sing.
Meanwhile, Harlock was sitting at a small table, apparently drinking since he sat down, and yet seemingly as sober as a temperance judge, humming softly before he glances up upon sensing someone approaching, before letting out a sound of assent, inviting the person to join him at the table, even as the call for more songs continue.]
I hope you don't mind shanties, it seems like everyone's looking for a little song tonight.
[Locked to Donatello, not long after the mission end]
[Harlock's thoughts turned over the raid, they did well, much better than he anticipated but there could've been more done, difference choices, but right now - he was more concerned how Donatello was holding up - the pirate has seen his share of first battle shocks. It's a reminder to him that while he's used to this, many aren't.
When he finds the turtlekin, he waits for a moment, before calling out]
How are you holding up?
Wildcard
[hit me up at
Learning in the Vaults
Date: 2024-08-07 05:41 am (UTC)These are quite technical. It may take some time to unravel, are you busy?
Re: Learning in the Vaults
Date: 2024-08-08 09:44 pm (UTC)Not at all. And something like this should not be rushed.
Re: Learning in the Vaults
Date: 2024-08-09 01:13 am (UTC)Well then, let us start with the basics - how well do you believe you understand our Ether crafts?
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Date: 2024-08-09 01:49 am (UTC)Some - that Ether is the basis of what you call magic in this world, and Ether stones are concentrated amounts.
[And part of him is still certain that it's just insufficiently explained physics]
And seems like the engines have some basic similarities to the ones I'm familiar with, but I need a more...
[He gestures vaguely, before skipping over what he wanted to say, finding what words he know inadequate]
Well - there is a difference between knowing how it works and being able to make one.
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Date: 2024-08-14 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-14 02:46 am (UTC)[What is {fossil} in this language?]
remains of long dead things compressed into a kind of stone or liquid that is burned. Or specific types of elements - [He puts his hands together in a compressing motion] so it will release energy when heated up.
The Arcadia uses a combination of electricity and forces of gravity to create energy from a liquid form of fuel.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:43 am (UTC)Forces of gravity? I wasn't aware that such an abstract thing could be transformed into power.
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Date: 2024-08-14 03:54 am (UTC)[He taps his chin thoughtfully, even in the languages he knows, it's extremely technical. He takes his notebook, flipping to a blank page as he starts to sketch, erasing several times]
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Date: 2024-08-14 05:03 am (UTC)It looks like you are able to draw Ether from Gravity itself, am I correct? It's quite fascinating.