02-27-2017, 04:38 AM
Chrome may have very well missed Kayla's friendly gesture to him, Brighs knows it wouldn't have been the first time. Today though, half of his attention was specifically out to seek out others and their own input on the matter. Seeing her enter the tavern, he matched her gesture with a friendly wave, pulling out a seat next to the table he was sitting at. Admittedly, he was taking up a lot of the table space so if she'd intended on ordering something substantial he'd have to make room for her. The table itself held a couple maps of Torch and a pair of books. One was a personal journal with details on everything he'd been able to learn about technology over his time here; nearly full it was about time he'd started a second. The other book was of a more generic topic, relating to the broad concepts of fire, from starting one to advanced magics that use the element as the basis.
Kayla was a woman who'd been here long before Chrome had, and had actually been the one to get him his first gadget to get his research going. He'd held a hearty amount of respect for her, and also an understanding over time that while they both held a desire to find more about these devices, their means of archeology differed greatly. Chrome enjoyed studying recovered works, performing tests on them rigorously to determine how they worked. Kayla was one who took a more hands on approach, often even braving the fields herself for the sake of getting a first crack at seeing something new. He hardly knew how to protect himself, only knowing very basic magics taught by his family. He never felt the magic the same way they did, but he still got the principals from them. Still, he'd never boasted of any usefulness out in the field. With the current predicament... that might change.
As though expecting her to know exactly where he'd been in his thoughts before her arrival, Chrome began, "So while most rumors seem to indicate the idea of a loss of a fuel source; like someone setting a large bonfire and letting in run until dry... i disagree." He considered, merely feeling her presence and not directly meeting her gaze. Moving his hands across the map where a loose circle had been drawn in, he continued "With the caves our very own Mr. Baine discovered, the timing feels too coincidental. We both know how finicky the objects of this land can be. What if it were some large device simply triggered to stop?" He looked at the map for some more time before sitting back down. He cursed himself lightly for not looking into Torch's namesake sooner. He'd taken for granted it would always be there to focus his studies when he'd got himself more up to speed with what the locals already knew. He feared now that he'd dallied too long. He'd always been so obsessed with the innerworkings of things rather than the products of their use.
Kayla was a woman who'd been here long before Chrome had, and had actually been the one to get him his first gadget to get his research going. He'd held a hearty amount of respect for her, and also an understanding over time that while they both held a desire to find more about these devices, their means of archeology differed greatly. Chrome enjoyed studying recovered works, performing tests on them rigorously to determine how they worked. Kayla was one who took a more hands on approach, often even braving the fields herself for the sake of getting a first crack at seeing something new. He hardly knew how to protect himself, only knowing very basic magics taught by his family. He never felt the magic the same way they did, but he still got the principals from them. Still, he'd never boasted of any usefulness out in the field. With the current predicament... that might change.
As though expecting her to know exactly where he'd been in his thoughts before her arrival, Chrome began, "So while most rumors seem to indicate the idea of a loss of a fuel source; like someone setting a large bonfire and letting in run until dry... i disagree." He considered, merely feeling her presence and not directly meeting her gaze. Moving his hands across the map where a loose circle had been drawn in, he continued "With the caves our very own Mr. Baine discovered, the timing feels too coincidental. We both know how finicky the objects of this land can be. What if it were some large device simply triggered to stop?" He looked at the map for some more time before sitting back down. He cursed himself lightly for not looking into Torch's namesake sooner. He'd taken for granted it would always be there to focus his studies when he'd got himself more up to speed with what the locals already knew. He feared now that he'd dallied too long. He'd always been so obsessed with the innerworkings of things rather than the products of their use.
