| The Creation of Radio; or how Jackal created decent communication while stealthy people did stealthy things. | |
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| Anthy | Mar 16 2012, 06:01 PM Post #1 |
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The Orichalcum armored Copper Spider walks back into his workshop inside of the Radiant Dawn, taking a seat on a bench as he pulls off his armor, setting the pieces on a personal stand, letting out a sigh as the idea of communication between himself and the other exalted while down in the Unders. His personal journal is pulled out and opened, his deft fingers flipping through pages of collected information. Time passes unnoticed as his mind becomes focused on the problem at hand, and the solution Jackal is grasping for. A few notes about the Dragon Lines that he jotted down grab a few extra seconds of his attention, and soon pull in more as he stops flipping through page after page. The possibilities brought about by these items of Creation itself soon form the bricks and mortar of a mental design, a pencil is taken into hand and a new page is brought up, the sound of writing utensil against parchment scratches out in the silence of the room as loud as any hammer against metal or saw against wood. The last stroke is made, and the Twilight Solar smiles, getting to his feet and setting his notebook against the wall, only an empty table in-front of him as he takes off his red cloak, setting it to the side. He nods to where he set it, almost as if someone was there before he looks at the empty space in-front of himself. Essence first sparks about his hands, starting to meld into an aura that spreads to the rest of his body. This magnificent light of dark reds to illuminant blues and everything in-between in the spectrum flares in brilliant flames and flares of his essence as the table in-front of him is no longer just a table. The table is a plane of new creations, the womb for which a new child of invention shall be birthed by the hands of Scarlet Gemstone Jackal. The Exalted's hands, first empty and surrounded by the light of the setting sun is now home to the materials of his workshop, his table quickly covered by bits and pieces suddenly cut to exact dimensions in matters of the blink of an eye. His fingers slicing through the metals like an industrial saw, his fists striking the metal like hammers, all soon starting to form together as his hands act as the only tools he needs. Two independent structures start to stand erect upon the wooden field of the Copper Spider's workbench, the twin towers linked from its birth now, and forever as the origin of a new future in Creation. No one truly knows how much time has passed, but that which has was well spent as Jackal's hands soon come to rest. Two items stand on the work table, both identical. Each stands at two feet wide, three feet tall and about a foot deep with a variety of buttons and dials dotting the front, both towers have wires leading to matching sets of microphones and headsets. Jackal smiles and leans back to look at his creation before grabbing his cloak, holding it in-front of himself and the two towers before putting it back around himself. He leaves the room for a bit, he may have created the solution to his problem, but it does take two to tango, and two to talk at distance. |
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