Ratty Gnawtail

Shakingly, Alfred drew his glove back over his hand. "Gah...the waves that rustle do rustle on so that the waves that rustle do rustle on so that the waves..." Alfred gasped out in mantra until he felt his emotion stablise and he retied his now sagging tendrils. "I erm...guess I did show you how I spark, Torvek. I think you two might be best getting in the first drink and i'll join you both soon. By the spines of the Ossified Bone Maw-Fish...I really need that drink now...and I just got here too..." He straightened and turned to his two crewmates (or at least the dotted outline where they had been if they don't waste any time like a certain Ketra) "Alright, where do you need me?"

Nay complaint from me. Hope you feel better soon, matey.

Ham could overhear someone talking about someone who sounds like Helena being likely in trouble and go and investigate?

Step 5: Profit? Honestly, I don't think Alfred even needs to be there. He's doing his dramatic moment which will be completely ignored as Helena wrecks everyone. 😛

Glad to see you back and what a punchy roll! 😄

“See Wattson, this is why I always bring you and/or Cecily along,” Alfred said aside to the floating skull who replied with a querying beep. “Well Cecily has her cannon and you...well in a pinch I could always use you as a blunt force weapon...” Wattson tilted slightly mid-air and gave what most certainly sounded like an angry beep in response. Alfred made to respond when Helena spoke and Alfred’s eyes followed the accusation to the quivering and very familiar living fur held in the ardent, Joren’s hand. Kryk T'k’s fur. Even as Helena began to lay the two seemingly piratical thugs out, Alfred began to spark. He glanced at his two new friends, “I would take a couple steps away from me, if I were you.” He then reached up and untied the knot around his head tendrils. Immediately like the long forgotten sea anemone of the lost watery seas, his tendrils rose and swayed, crackles of electricity dancing between them as Alfred’s eye markings darted and flared. He teased off the glove of his left hand, revealing digits covered in fresh and old burn scars. Despite the scarring, those around could see fragments of metal bonded and screwed into his hand bones. He raised his fist, electrical energy hissing across his fingers as Helena’s own fist rose and connected with another chin. “I was having a nice day with my new friends only to find this,” he spoke, a dangerous edge entering into his voice even as Cecily’s optic shone angrily and her targeting array gave a soft ping awaiting Alfred’s command. “Return the fur and the Itzenko you took it from and we can forget about all of this. You do not want to see me truly angry... You really do not...” OOC: I guess Alfred will try some threatening negotiation for what it's worth (as Helena knocks the stuffing out of these gits) and will engage in fisticuffs (and maybe Cecily depending on collateral) if they are unwilling to listen to good sense.

Alfred regarded the work he and the other workers had achieved once more before replying. He had worked up a considerable sweat from his mad dashing, repairing, and constructing...his throat felt more than a little dry. “I...I think I could do with a drink,” he admitted, “maybe just the one though. You see, my reason for travel is to find a way to control a flaw I was born with. Too much uncontrolled emotion and I will discharge electricity, which is why I have the gloves and boots. But just the one drink will be fine; we have all earnt it I think.” He flexed his gloved fingers in thought and spoke more. “The ship I have found myself with...it is on a quest to find the Tyrant’s Bloom. I guess if any of you know anything that might help with that, it’d be appreciated? Otherwise have any of you seen an Itzenko, pale green...wears a living fur-thing with fangs? One of my other crewmates was trying to find him, but just in case she hasn’t had any luck any leads are still leads. One of my other crewmates is also looking into this, but if anyone knows how to cure ghost hornet stings that make you sleep, that might also be useful? No pressure or anything, I’m sure my friends have it all in hand.” Alfred paused and watched Wattson busily repack his equipment back into his satchel. Cecily sat a little further away, calmly observing everyone. “I am interested in seeing what ship fittings you might have though. Perhaps we can talk business after that nice drink?” He gave a small and genuine smile. OOC: Going for a solitary drink (mostly out of politeness), checking any fragments of news on the Bloom and Ham and Helena's quests (since Alfred isn't aware how the two are getting on), and agreeing to take a look at the upgrades after said drink.

Alright...the two stakes we looted out of the remains of Alfred's home. 😛

Alrighty, if Alfred is going to get some questionable upgrades for the ship, are you all okay with him spending some stakes? I guess a limit of the two free we got when Alfred joined?

Huh, well done that crazy jellyfish/electric slugman! 🤣

Alfred’s eye markings softened at the ketra’s sorrow at the loss of the Middle Cobble and he felt a series of jolts crackle across his neck and back. These people had lost much and the feeling of doom was almost palpable. If one of the stones had fallen, Shudder or not, how long before another could fall? He gazed over to the fallen windmill blades and reflected how funny it was that the people of the Wildsea when faced with the ravages of nature always find a way to adapt and use the very winds, tree waves, beasts, and more to continue surviving and prospering. In a way it gave him hope. He felt another jolt of internal electricity and a thought occurred. Electricity. Reliable power. Yes! He snapped gloved fingers (which naturally had a muffled and less dramatic sound to it) and became very animated, opening up his satchel bag and withdrawing his ceramic battery. “I guess I may have found a use for you...Getrude? Yes, we’ll go with Gertrude.” Before the ektus or ketra could say anything, Alfred was already moving. Already manically studying and measuring the blades, making mental mathematics of the speed the windmill blades could feasibly and safely go to, and dashing back and forth to check how the wind power generated would connect to the still. From what he could tell and from what he gathered from the ketra, the still was primarily powered by wind generation but there was a separate hand crank that the workers could use on less windy days. Alfred rubbed his chin in thought for a moment and stood suddenly very still in contrast to his previous darting about. Whilst he could fit Gertrude to the distiller and run it just on the charged energy, this would not be anywhere enough for a long term solution. The battery would require additional charge. But...how much energy was produced by the windmill blades during a windy day? More than enough for working the distillation process, enough spare to perhaps recharge the battery. That way when it was not windy the battery would do the work, when it was windy the windmill would do the work and recharge the battery on the side, and if there was no wind and no battery charge there was still the option for hand cranking. Alfred was moving again, giving punch code orders to Wattson and Cecily. Wattson was to help with repairs and setting up the layout of the connection for the windmill blade system to Gertrude and then Gertrude to the still. Cecily meanwhile was tasked to help with collecting parts and do more lifting work. Alfred himself busied himself with both directing his companions, getting his own gloves dirty, as well as outlining the plans for how (when the blades were eventually re-attached and the tower repaired) the battery would work and how it would be fed and recharged by the wind generated to the other workers. OOC: Aye, fraid I will be going with that idea and do a Sharps + Rattle and spend the ceramic battery to set up an electrical power source that can run the Still on non-windy days and be charged when the blades are repaired and are able to turn on windier days. I guess if Alfred succeeds enough, maybe he can at least start on repairing the windmill parts as well, but that’s maybe a push. 😛

I'm assuming the power part of the distillery is windmill related and so non-electrical (so no ceramic battery or ancient wires?) :P I also guess Alfred is losing his extra impact from Wattson in lieu of cheekily getting away with Surefire Smith? Which honestly is a fair enough trade.

Hearing the ektus use a smattering of raka spit, Alfred replied with the patter-clicks of the same tongue in partial answer to the Ketra, digging up an old hunter saying he had learnt from his dealings with those who delved deep into the wild sea: “A true hunter is only proven when staring down the jaws of a beast.” Alfred then indicated his mechanical companions and switched back to low sour, “I did create these two friends of mine, so yes, I am a Rattlehand. Alfred. A passing creator and fixer. This is Wattson who helps me repair and this is Cecily who watches my back.” Wattson gave a short beep as a form of greeting whilst Cecily stood there and observed them with a cold optic stare. He regarded their large and well-equipped tool-belts and gave an approving nod, “You both look the business at any rate. Might my friends and I help you out? Most around here don't seem to want the help of a stranger, which is understandable.” He clicked his tongue in raka to another saying that came to mind, “However, a Shrakkrin may look fearsome but it is the Tailed Fleuri that will bite you.” Alfred shrugged, “Show me what your problem is and I’ll see what I can do.”

Nah, you counter the impending Shadow Realm with a pot of greed (and explain what it does), before pulling out with the heart of the cards the necessary pieces to complete Exodia. 😋

Revelation hit Alfred like how the Slipfang had hit Pieter Mk I. “I...huh...why didn’t I think of that, Wattson?” Wattson gave a slow beep as did Cecily a moment later. Both their eye sockets/lenses seemed to be giving Alfred a look of barely restrained exasperation. “Well that is just rude...” he muttered and turned his attention back to the mothryn. “I...suppose I should not have been surprised. Ideally you would hope all spit dwellers would band together for the good of all...but in reality like the verdant seas it is more survival of the strong and a vicious pinwolf eat pinwolf cycle. Maybe I have been away too long?” He sighed slightly and ignored the small jolt down his back as much as he could. “The work of the builder is rarely noticed or appreciated,” he spoke at last, “we are the ones who turn fragmented dreams into realities, the ones who guard the waking world of what passes for civilisation. We are only noticed when we are no longer there. Your scarf is very nice though. If I were you I’d maybe check that gravity itself is behaving as it should with those pipes, it is possible that the recent Shudder did more upturning than just the physical. But that is just my initial guess. Apologies if you had already considered that as a theory.” He flexed his gloved left hand in contemplation before his face and stared into his gloved palm. “But you are right I think. More fool me perhaps? I think I will have a look at the Lesser Cobble as I should have from the start." He withdrew his hand and let a small smile slide to his face, "I am Alfred by the way.” With that he bid farewell to the mothryn and made his way back to the Lesser Cobble to try there instead. OOC: Alright then, as before (if possible), except Alfred will move back onto the Lesser Cobble and see what he can do to help. 🙂