A most unfortunate event had befallen Askera Question on one sunny day. Everything was otherwise going well-he had two experiments well set up and ready for work. One was a motion sensor without any attachment aside from an input receiver. Askera had intended on inviting a woman with Dynamancy to test how fast an object could travel through the motion sensor and still trigger it. The bright and bubbly application that informed him of how no, she had no issue with rushing through the acceleration device was a godsend-she had perfectly understood the necessity of needing to go as fast as humanly possible for this experiment.
The other was an invention from two days ago which he had yet to drag away from the lab. A prototype of his Fool golem, set and equipped with a standard Instinct Rig which was still in development. This one had a rather large fist, which he was going to use to see if density would alter the way that the motion sensor would react.
He had forgotten that curses did not always appreciate being toyed around with by the user. Somewhere along the line, the Fool prototype and the motion sensor had linked together without his doing. He discovered this when a marble rolling past the motion sensor caused a metalic fist the size of himself to fly straight through one of the walls, utterly destroying the poor structure and flying off to god-knows-where. Given the trajectory, it looked like it was going to leave Finweald entirely, something he thanked his lucky stars for.
A cool and steady breeze came through now in the absence of the high-altitude wall in the tower. MIT physical workers were cleaning up the mess that he had caused, and Askera was at a desk with another lab-mate by the name of Richard. They had decided to pull out an Astorean board-game, the name of which escaped him. The researcher was writing through a reparation forum he had recieved for his damages caused as well as a formal apology towards the assistant who he assumed wouldn't be showing up today in light of the damages to the laboratory in-between his turns.
Once again, his turn came. Once again, he was sent back to the beginning of the board. This was terrible. How had neither he nor Richard managed to acquire a key, let alone land on the lock to descend a layer down? It appeared that poor Richard was nearing the end of his desire to play this game. A shame, Askera thought, for it was something that had been distracting him from paperwork.
@Jester
The other was an invention from two days ago which he had yet to drag away from the lab. A prototype of his Fool golem, set and equipped with a standard Instinct Rig which was still in development. This one had a rather large fist, which he was going to use to see if density would alter the way that the motion sensor would react.
He had forgotten that curses did not always appreciate being toyed around with by the user. Somewhere along the line, the Fool prototype and the motion sensor had linked together without his doing. He discovered this when a marble rolling past the motion sensor caused a metalic fist the size of himself to fly straight through one of the walls, utterly destroying the poor structure and flying off to god-knows-where. Given the trajectory, it looked like it was going to leave Finweald entirely, something he thanked his lucky stars for.
A cool and steady breeze came through now in the absence of the high-altitude wall in the tower. MIT physical workers were cleaning up the mess that he had caused, and Askera was at a desk with another lab-mate by the name of Richard. They had decided to pull out an Astorean board-game, the name of which escaped him. The researcher was writing through a reparation forum he had recieved for his damages caused as well as a formal apology towards the assistant who he assumed wouldn't be showing up today in light of the damages to the laboratory in-between his turns.
Once again, his turn came. Once again, he was sent back to the beginning of the board. This was terrible. How had neither he nor Richard managed to acquire a key, let alone land on the lock to descend a layer down? It appeared that poor Richard was nearing the end of his desire to play this game. A shame, Askera thought, for it was something that had been distracting him from paperwork.
@Jester