[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Second Circle (Closed | Pipette )
Aug 1, 2021 17:13:55 GMT -5
Post by Pipette on Aug 1, 2021 17:13:55 GMT -5
While the seeker, and typically most others, had to put in effort to rid themselves of excess moisture, Pipette had no such issue. The very design, elemental construction and hydro-phobic properties of her plating ensured that the cleanser largely ran off her in little rivulets. The liquid only pooled at her feet onto a floor designed to just as easily carry it away for re-processing.
Pipette diligently listened as she quite causally picked up her weapon and scrubbed it free of microscopic contaminants. Krieg's explanation suitably filled in her theory of the structure of a flier's wings and added additional information she wouldn't have thought to ask about. She became curious about what sort of loading those wings could take under the strain of tight cornering. While dynamic engineering was not her suite, part of chemistry was understanding the mechanical properties of the elements and their infinite compounds. The underlying structure of wing support must be quite fascinating, she thought. A magnitude of quality above her own slapped together parts she mused.
"Future engagements? I am curious, and I do look forward to further elaboration and experimentation." Her smile was slight as she was engaged in thought. There must be a whole plethora of activities paired peers engaged in that she had zero experience in or even knowledge of. Her own neural chemistry was going to be a very fascinating project to engage in for quite some time she hoped. She would have to first devise a way to carefully take samples, quite probably with the help of a medic.
Satisfied her weapon was clean enough, which hadn't taken long, she re-transformed it's components for storage on her back, once again the cylindrical 16-round magazine looking like an extra wheel. She offered a hand up for Starkrieger to take. "Shall we retire now?" Holding hands felt utterly alien, and yet underneath the odd sensation she had felt before was reassurance, comfort, and even contentment. It had felt weird because she was not used to it, but it had also felt right.
Pipette diligently listened as she quite causally picked up her weapon and scrubbed it free of microscopic contaminants. Krieg's explanation suitably filled in her theory of the structure of a flier's wings and added additional information she wouldn't have thought to ask about. She became curious about what sort of loading those wings could take under the strain of tight cornering. While dynamic engineering was not her suite, part of chemistry was understanding the mechanical properties of the elements and their infinite compounds. The underlying structure of wing support must be quite fascinating, she thought. A magnitude of quality above her own slapped together parts she mused.
"Future engagements? I am curious, and I do look forward to further elaboration and experimentation." Her smile was slight as she was engaged in thought. There must be a whole plethora of activities paired peers engaged in that she had zero experience in or even knowledge of. Her own neural chemistry was going to be a very fascinating project to engage in for quite some time she hoped. She would have to first devise a way to carefully take samples, quite probably with the help of a medic.
Satisfied her weapon was clean enough, which hadn't taken long, she re-transformed it's components for storage on her back, once again the cylindrical 16-round magazine looking like an extra wheel. She offered a hand up for Starkrieger to take. "Shall we retire now?" Holding hands felt utterly alien, and yet underneath the odd sensation she had felt before was reassurance, comfort, and even contentment. It had felt weird because she was not used to it, but it had also felt right.