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[devotedtothecore]

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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[devotedtothecore]

[ there is a pair of boots sticking out of a bush of ferns, and a thin rope still slooowly swinging from a much higher branch, some head-sized metal thingamajig weighing the end of it. ]



....fine, it's fine--- Allen?

[unmaskedlizard]

[comes out a little closer, tilting his head with a bit of a lopsided smile on his face.]

What are you up to, Chrysos?

[devotedtothecore]

[ oh look those boots are attached to legs and a body. That is carefully trying to worm those legs over to non-ferny bark and stand up. ]

...tests.

[unmaskedlizard]

... Are you whole and well?

[devotedtothecore]

Quite.

[ ON HIS FEET and dusting himself off. with two hands in fact. And the second one looks somewhat modified, the silver-grey of steel more prevalent than brown brass, and the fingers and wrist more visibly ball-jointed and curving in more natural angles than they used to. Under the clear panes that run along his forearm there are way less gears and more mysterious metal parts in general ]

[unmaskedlizard]

. . . [whoa]

Have you been working on that?...

[devotedtothecore]

[ pauses, expression leveling... and shakes his head ]

The work of a friend.

[unmaskedlizard]

[pauses... he hasn't spoken to her himself, but there's only one other person he knows of that fits the criteria of friend and capable of work like that]

Feathers?

[devotedtothecore]

...

[ not looking directly at Allen, just studies his forearm ]

I did tell you of a better candidate for such things. ...her skill is worlds ahead of mine.

[unmaskedlizard]

. . . Well, clearly she already has a client that keeps her busy.

[unmaskedlizard]

Though two geniuses would be fine, if you wanted to collaborate. . .

But I'm happy with you helping me.

[devotedtothecore]

[ skeptical look at him because srsly 8( ]

You're sure?

[unmaskedlizard]

Obviously.

[devotedtothecore]

[ h-haah, scratching the back of his neck and reddening slightly. Glances out at the swinging rope... ]

It might take a little while.

[unmaskedlizard]

Well, I'm patient. And my body has to be up to scratch, too.

[devotedtothecore]

...

How's the recovery?

[unmaskedlizard]

It's going just fine. I'm starting to feel like my old self.

[devotedtothecore]

... [ eying him ]

Is healing magic not effective?

[unmaskedlizard]

Well, no, it is, but... I guess because the damage was so thorough? It's not like magic can build up the muscle I lost. That was a serious part of my body. And it took a serious tax...

Now that tax is gone, but I'm not really used to it...

[devotedtothecore]

[ frowns, folding his arms... ]

....it can take quite some time. Phantom limbs alone...

[ glances aside. It's more than that, in Allen's case, but... ]

You've been at exercises? Proper food?

[unmaskedlizard]

You don't have to fuss. I'm doing just fine. If I start to over-stress then it's either Link or Nova on me in a moment.

[devotedtothecore]

Fine, fine. I'll refrain.

[ moving to go scale a tree and get to that stuck rope ]