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Somehow, (with perhaps bending the laws of narrative physics), it is possible to fit a griffin into the mostly-enclosed piloting station at the stern of the ship that Wellard's been working on for-

Well. Quite some time.

Even more impressive is the maneuvering so Elda can get into the panels underneath the magical equipment to do some final work- though this means Wellard is right at hand to play assistant.

Date: 2009-09-12 02:32 am (UTC)
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"Henry?" Elda calls over her shoulder. She's half out of sight, her head and front claws crammed into one of the panels. "Do we have anymore chalk?"

Date: 2009-09-12 03:02 am (UTC)
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"There were a few sticks left, in the bottom of the tool case-"

And, as it is far easier for him to manuever around than Elda in the cramped confines of the Pilot Station, with a careful step and twist around one of the wheels, Wellard manages to hook one corner of the case, pull it closer, and start rumaging through it.

"Does it matter what color?"

Date: 2009-09-12 03:11 am (UTC)
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"No, no. So long as it's the softer kind- I don't think the hard ones would mark the wood as well, here. Even if it would give me a thinner line to work with."

One wing twitches in an unconscious reaction. Wellard may or may not get smacked in the shins.

Date: 2009-09-13 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"Careful, there." An absent-minded mutter as Wellard searches the case for one of the larger pieces of chalk.

It's hardly the first bump he's gotten since he started building the ship. Odds are it won't be the last.

He grabs a few pieces, and after setting the case down on top of the bench built into the back wall, kneels down carefully to hand one of them to Elda.

"I could see about getting some different types of chalk pencils, or other marking tools from the bar, if you'd like."

Date: 2009-09-16 05:30 am (UTC)
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"This is fine for now. Maybe if I need to do anything more delicate in the near future." She wriggles again, clamping her wings down tight to her sides.

"A lower melting point would be nice. Except for how it would make things less stable." She sighs.

Date: 2009-09-16 05:41 am (UTC)
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"A lower melting point for which, exactly?" Wellard brushes a hand carefully against Elda's wing, then lays down so he can wedge himself next to her and peer into the panel she's working on. "The wires?"

He may not be able to exactly do magic himself- but there's nothing that says he can't learn about it as much as possible. And watching someone else do it is one of the best ways Wellard knows how.

Date: 2009-09-23 03:02 am (UTC)
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"Yes. It's much easier to fuse something when it takes less heat and energy to melt. But if something should happen to the ship, the last thing we want is for the wires to melt."

She makes a few marks on the wall next to the wires, and then an aborted gesture with her right claw. There's a sizzle and a wave of heat, and the next wire is safely attached.

Date: 2009-10-03 03:27 am (UTC)
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He snorts. "Believe me, I am making no plans to do anything to put the Queen in danger. So there shouldn't be any worry about something happening to make the wires melt-

Wellard takes a deep breath, and then grins ruefully.

"But things have a way of happening when you don't plan for them, do they?"

Date: 2009-10-03 04:30 am (UTC)
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"Oh yes, because you always stay out of trouble." Elda bops him on the head with the joint of her wing.

"This ship will be ready for every eventuality I can think of, when I'm done with her!"

Date: 2009-10-03 04:59 am (UTC)
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Wellard rolls his eyes, and gives Elda a quick poke in the side. "It's not as if I go looking for things to happen."

He turns over on to his back, to start moving back out. "I've also been working on a few things. Mostly ideas for situations that could happen, so at least we'll have an idea of how to get out of them." Wryly.

"Which mostly, I think, is not to let many people in my own world and time ever find out about this ship, should we go there."

Date: 2009-10-06 02:51 am (UTC)
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She eyes him. "And how do you plan to do that? We'd have to stay far away from land, or very high up. Singapore Queen is a lovely ship, but she's rather noticeable."

Date: 2009-10-06 03:24 am (UTC)
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"Noticeable if people can see her, yes." Wellard grins, settling to sit with his back against the wall.

"But not necessarily at night- and navigation by the stars is very easy. And then, depending on cloud cover..."

He shrugs.

"There is a limit to how high we can go, given the amount of air for breathing. But there are types of clouds that form at a low enough altitude where we can pass over them, safely."
Edited Date: 2009-10-06 03:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-10-06 03:35 am (UTC)
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"You know," she says, passing him the chalk and some of her tools, "My friends and I came up with a way to bring air with us, when we tried to go to the moon. If I was with you, I could bring air with us, if we went very high."

Date: 2009-10-06 03:46 am (UTC)
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He pulls the tool box over, and starts putting away the tools as Elda hands them to him.

"... Would we need to enclose the ship in something, so its airtight? Like an aeroplane, or even a space ship, so it can hold the air?"

Date: 2009-10-06 04:02 am (UTC)
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"No, you see, I compress the air, so it stays around us in a sphere. And it slowly disperses again, letting us breathe it. It doesn't last very long, of course. But it would do the trick!" Elda taps the deck with her back paw, signaling that she's backing out.

Date: 2009-10-06 04:35 am (UTC)
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He blinks, mentally going over that- (never mind the 'how' the magic works, but the idea of it), and then slowly nods, before standing up to give Elda room.

"That would work- much better than hauling around oxygen tanks, neverminding trying to explain those if we had to." Wellard grins.

"Odd how magic can be something people accept more easily than science, in some cases."

Date: 2009-10-06 04:50 am (UTC)
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"People on Earth don't tell their children stories about science," Elda says impishly.

She scoots out all the way and stretches her wings halfway, joints popping and feathers shaking back into place.

Date: 2009-10-06 04:58 am (UTC)
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"But people still do tell stories about magic- and you don't have to explain the how of it. It just is. Which isn't true, I know- there are rules and theories and exact ways it works. But no one in my own world and time knows those sorts of things. Just say that its 'magic'," Wellard waves a hand in the air- "And they leave well enough alone.

"But if its a new scientific invention, there will be people asking questions and wanting to take it apart, to know the exact hows and whys." Wellard grins- perhaps a bit sheepishly, but at least the reasons for it are honest.

"I know I would. Something magical... well. I still don't know enough to make sure it wouldn't blow up on me when I did take it apart, and if it didn't, I certainly don't know enough to put it back together afterwards and be sure of it working again."

Date: 2009-10-06 05:06 am (UTC)
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"Precisely." She laughs and ruffles his hair with her beak. "I can be mysterious and unexplainable if you want me to, Captain!"

Date: 2009-10-06 05:28 am (UTC)
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Wellard chuckles, reaching out a hand to smooth down some of Elda's feathers.

"I don't think you have to do anything in particular to be mysterious- there aren't any griffins in my world. At least, none that I've seen. So-" He raises a finger to emphasize his point. "You already would be mysterious."

Date: 2009-10-07 02:33 am (UTC)
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"I would be surprising. Mysterious is a state of mind," Elda says with a giggle. "You have to cultivate it."

Date: 2009-10-22 03:36 am (UTC)
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"And if anyone could..." He shakes his head, amused, and starts working on gathering up some of the tools scattered around the small Piloting Station.

"... What sort of... trap, or trigger, or warding spells do you know of, Elda?" After a few moments of Wellard's train of thought going in other directions.

Date: 2009-10-22 03:50 am (UTC)
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"Plenty," she says, tilting her head at him. "I told you about the trouble with the assassins and pirates at the University. And being on Security, I've only learned more since."

Date: 2009-10-22 04:00 am (UTC)
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Wellard nods slowly, biting his lip.

"Ones that... wouldn't hurt anyone, since anyone can wander through the woods, but..." He looks back up at Elda.

"Blodwen's back, if you haven't heard before. She destroyed the apple tree Mary had planted in front of the green house."

Date: 2009-10-22 04:05 am (UTC)
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Elda's ruff picks up, displaying a certain amount of agitation on her part. "Yes. Yes, I heard. You're thinking she might come after the ship. Or you."

Guess which Elda is more concerned about. You can build a new ship. Dying once was probably enough for Wellard.

Date: 2009-10-22 04:23 am (UTC)
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"I can try to keep out of her way." With a faint, wry smile. "But until we get the ship out, it and the yard are easy enough to find. And a person wouldn't need magic at all to set the whole place on fire. Factor in unknown magic, and..."

Wellard shrugs, then reaches up to smooth down Elda's feathers.

"I do mean that, about keeping out of her way."

Date: 2009-10-22 04:30 am (UTC)
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"Good. I'll expect you to stay out of her way entirely. And as a trade, I will make you some very expensive wards and alarm spells for the ship and to a lesser extent, the yard."

She's diagramming it out in her head already.

Date: 2009-10-22 04:40 am (UTC)
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"Believe me, I have every plan to." He gives Elda a slight grin.

"And thank you- though nothing that would hurt just anyone passing by! Just..." Wellard bites his lip, and looks out one of the double-paned windows.

"I'd say to keep out the Dark, but she's not that anymore, and I've no idea what sort of magic she does, now."

Date: 2009-10-22 04:50 am (UTC)
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"I do, a little. I've been speaking to some of the patrons who've had contact with her, and it's given me an avenue of research, at the least."

If Blodwen keeps making trouble, Elda might eventually see her face to face, as well. She'll watch her carefully, and not just for Security reasons. How someone's magic works is always a key piece of information.

Date: 2009-10-22 05:18 am (UTC)
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Wellard motions to start out of the Piloting Station onto the deck, then follows Elda out.

"What sort of research? Do you have any idea of what she can do now, then?"

Date: 2009-10-22 05:34 am (UTC)
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"Not enough, not yet. But she's changed from what she used to be. And not to mention, she was mortal for some time, the last I knew! Something very serious happened, clearly. And it didn't happen here."

Date: 2009-10-22 05:45 am (UTC)
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Wellard nods slowly, then leans up against the railing.

"Then- where did she go for this to happen? After she was mortal..." He shrugs, then sighs.

"Perhaps we should have found a way to watch her, even then. Considering things."

Date: 2009-10-22 05:55 am (UTC)
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"You can't predict everything that happens in Milliways," Elda says, shaking her head. "Good or bad. I think we've both had plenty of experience with that."

Date: 2009-10-22 06:05 am (UTC)
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"True- but she had come back, once before." Wryly.

And nearly killed Wellard (again) in doing so.

"Maybe we should have thought that she'd find a way to get some sort of power again, but..."

A quiet sigh, and he looks over at Elda. "No one here was going to hurt her, after all that. Her being powerless, the Dark gone- that was enough, wasn't it? So... why did she have to go and find out a way to do magic again, but more importantly, why would she come back and attack us again? Did she think we wouldn't fight back, and defend ourselves?"

Date: 2009-10-22 06:13 am (UTC)
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"She's probably gone mad, Henry," Elda says quietly. "Dark magic, the real thing...it does that to people. No matter how powerful or intelligent they are."

Date: 2009-10-22 06:26 am (UTC)
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"Mad? That would-"

Wellard catches his breath.

That would make perfect sense.

He sighs quietly, and reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose. "Mad, and you'd keep attacking the fort when there's no possible way the guns could hit it." Softly. "Against all logic."

Date: 2009-10-23 03:25 am (UTC)
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Elda nods, and carefully nudges him with her beak. "Come on. Let's go inside and start drawing up some plans for warding the ship, all right?"

And him. Elda has improved from the days of orange peel monsters and armor made of books.

Date: 2009-10-23 03:51 am (UTC)
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"Best to work on something we do know something about, rather than fretting over what we don't, yes?" Wellard gives Elda a wry smile, then sweeps into a bow with a hand motioning towards the railing.

"After you, my dear, winged wizardess, as it takes me just a little longer to climb down the ladder than it does for you to make your usual graceful departure."

Date: 2009-10-23 03:56 am (UTC)
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Elda chortles under her breath and thwaps him (lightly!) with one wing. Then she launches herself over the side and spirals down to the ground.

"Hurry up, Henry! All that magic made me hungry!"

Date: 2009-10-23 04:25 am (UTC)
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Wellard laughs, watching Elda-

And then quickly follows.


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