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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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[tirant]

[i guess i shall venture closer then]

Are you unharmed?

[totally level, more ... curious than concerned]

That looked a little painful.

[devotedtothecore]

[ gets to his feet at last, dusting plant debris off his hands-- his right one is mechanical down almost to the elbow. glances at her, expression evening out to a kind of polite neutrality. Someone he's not familiar with yet... ]

I'm alright, just a bit bruised at best.

[tirant]

[not. the strangest thing that she's ever seen, but she takes a bemused moment at the sight of his arm, anyway, before replying]

Well. You were lucky, then, I take it ... what were you trying to do?

[devotedtothecore]

Ah... "test out a tool", would be the short of it.

[ the tool in question seems to be in neither of his hands; it might be related to that rope still swinging from a higher branch, off some way to the side, and the strange metal mechanism attached to the end of it. ]