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Who: Chrysos, anyone
When: Day 89, early evening
Where: Outside HQ
What: He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying---

[ so anyone observant passing by parts of the third floor windows or lower today, or possibly just romping around in the foliage outside the building, might see or hear a few things. A blur of movement swooshing through the leaves. Light, periodic thunks and scrapes of something against wood. Heavier thumps against branches, swaying them a fraction, the scrape of heels against a wall or two. The creak of a rope.

The odd muttered curse. ]

--detach, won't you, lightdamned son of a--

[ Or yelp of surprise, followed by crash crash thunkWHUMP. ]

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[ extricating himself from a particularly verdant clump of ferns... some way to the side, in the empty air, there's an odd metal device of some kind swinging at the end of a long rope. ]

...running a few trials.

[ plants his feet on solid ~~ground~~ bark and dusts shreds of moss off his arms.... the right one in particular is noticeably mechanical, steel and brass from below the elbow down. ]

[Few things pique her interest beyond initial curiosity. His arm, it is one of them. Technology is rather stunted where she is from. So yes she is being rude, not offering to help you up and staring at the arm with curiosity and bafflement.]
Trials? What how to crash into bushes?

[ at closer inspection, it looks something like this, though the the fingers look more ball-jointed-- like a doll's, perhaps-- and curve in intriguingly natural angles as they move. Where were once gears under clear panes, strange rods and tubes lie instead over other unidentifiable metal parts.

he's up on his own anyway, glancing at her-- noting the direction of her gaze-- and then at the dangling rope. ]

The aim is the opposite, rather.

[She isn't even trying to be polite about her stare. She is studying his arm. It is by far the most fascinating thing she has seen in awhile. A cursory glance is once more given to the rope dangling from the trees.] trying for flight or some such? Or to climb?

...something of both.

[ he doesn't seem to be taking offense to it, at least. If only maybe because he then turns to the tree trunk beside him and grabs hold of one of the many vines wrapped around the bark, pulling himself up with both hands and starting to scale upwards. ]

[She is totally intrigued. Have a dark skinned elf climbing the tree beside you.] At this point, even if you outright told her to go away, she would just ignore you.] What exactly are you doing then if it is both?

[ glances at her, then up at the tree again. He's agile in movement, finding and boosting himself up on firm handholds with the speed and sureness of either terrain familiarity or experience. ]

Perfecting a means of more easily moving through the jungle... with ropes, and grapples.

[Climbing for her is easy, so long as she does not think about it, and just lets her body do it. She keeps her mind focused on his project, looking up to try and gauge how well it is going.] Would nature not destroy any system established?

[ eventually vaulting up onto the right branch, a thin one by the jungle's standards (by which we mean as least the thickness of a barrel), pacing along it to get to where the rope remains embedded in the bark. ]

Ah... the intent is not anything built into the jungle itself. Something carried, rather...

[ watching the rope intently for a moment as it continues swinging, drawing slow arcs in the air. ]

Interesting. [Luiscina hands back by the base of the tree. She is after all here to observe out of curiosity, not to participate.] And what do you hope to accomplish by doing this?

...to fulfill a request.

[ five. six. seven--

he steps off the branch. ]

You mean, for a deity? [So this conversation has not let her down. amused she watches him step off the branch, ever interested in how this is going to work out.]

[ he immediately twists his body in the air as he falls, his false hand lashing out like a snake to grab the rope as it reaches the peak of its arc towards him-- it judders with the sudden extra weight, but swings back, him hanging off of it. ]

[Still failing to see how this would be of practical use, but then the things humans do always baffle her for the most part. But this is a learning experience for her, to observe, so that is exactly what she is doing.]

[ he slides down the rope at a controlled speed, until he's low enough to hook the mechanism at the end with a foot and kick it up, catching it with his free hand. Pushes a lever on the side and there's a click and a whirr, a coil spinning within the frame of the machine and pulling in the rope through a nozzle attached to it-- he lets go of the rope itself and lets the machine pull him back up as it continues whirring and winding up the rope into its confines. ]

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