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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]

[ it's dangling at the end of the rope in question, a thing worked out in a bare frame of brassy metal. Maybe about the size of a small melon. There's a thin rod between two wheels on one side, and the end of the rope appears tied on firmly to that rod; the rope also leads out through a metal nozzle-thing which looks connected by thin pipes to a small tank on another side ]

In a sense. ..."added mobility" might be a better way to put it.

[misterious]

I see.

Still in the experimental stages.

[devotedtothecore]

...very much so.

[ huff. cracking his neck from side to side ]

[misterious]

Everyone starts somewhere.

[devotedtothecore]

[ still looks slightly disgruntled despite those words

heaading to climb the tree that that branch is attached to ]

[misterious]

[ Well, she's not exactly there to cheerlead.

She had heard from Lavi about what happened with Chrono before: "Up to his eyeballs in guilt," was how he described him, though you couldn't tell with him out and about like this. ]

What brought the new project about?

[devotedtothecore]

[ for anyone who'd heard about his physical state, at least, he seems remarkably well-recovered, or well-healbombed, which tends to be the same thing around here. But when he's not having his attention on her there's a focus to his expression of one just concentrating on the task at hand, a familiar one he wears whenever he's at work on something.

still, when she pops that question, he pauses for a fraction of a second, hand on a vine. ]

...a request, from a friend.