Connections

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

Whoever this guys parents were, they'd better be having some sort of constant party wherever they are, 'cause this guy is just plain cool...takes it all in stride, Torm can't help thinking.

"Didn't think of that...actually, I'll give you three beetles. One for taking apart entirely, one for taking apart gradually to observe the systems, and one extra for whatever. That way, you won't have to reinvent the thing, but just copy it, and you won't have to worry about doing it in one try, 'cause you can just re-mold the scraps."

Why am I helping this guy out, anyway? He's a potential rival, in all honesty. Then again, we're all here to learn,and if he ends up better than me, the world's that much safer.

"Need anything, just holler, of course. It really works! or, so I think. I'm still working on step two on my elementalist version of the test..."

(ooc: short also )

[Onira]

Onira gave a grin as he took the metal parts. He had to be very careful so as not to lose anything. If he lost even one part, he'd either have to search through one of the beetles to find it, or look through the training area. Neither seemed like very fun.

Onira removed his cloak and gently placed the pieces in the middle of it, folding in the sides to create a sort of loose bag to carry the parts in. He hoped desperately that it would stay together. Onira also took the three completely built beetles. In all honesty, he was quite impressed by the other student. He seemed to have quite a brain. Or a steady hand and a keen eye.

"This should be fun."

Onira gave Torm a slight nod, walking off with the make-shift bag in one hand and the beetles in the other. He looked forward to working on the parts. At the exit, Onira turned around to Torm.

"I'll talk to you..."

Onira took a quick glance at his cloak.

"in maybe a month. Until then, stay alive."

Onira walked away. Little did Torm know, he had probably just helped out Onira's mind quite a bit, given him something to focus on rather than crying and being depressed.

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

"Good luck then...Onira..." Torm says to the retreating form. Onira's last remark had been very interesting. It still hadn't really sunken in that being an academy student would probably end up being a hazardous profession. Onira had perhaps given him the best advice he'd had all day...

Torm hefts his ladder up onto his shoulder and trots out of the grounds with a nod to the starry sky, cheerfully looking forward to a looong nap.

(OOC: sorry it's short, but it's also conclusive, to a degree, so it's all good)