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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:08 am
Willow sauntered and sat down rubbing her head as coffee was brought to her, sipping on some of it as she run a paw though her hair.
As the omlettes were brought to them she started picking at it with her chop sticks and eating bits.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:13 am
Carl followed suit, more than a little hessitant as he looked over the strange dish. Honestly - he'd never had an omlette. Sure, he'd heard about them, even seen some one else order one in a resteraunt, but never once had he actually seen the thing up close. All he was really aware of was that it was made from eggs...or something.
He poked and prodded it with his chopsticks, eyeing the odds and ends of its content as though trying to distinguish just what the multicolored little bits could be. *GROoWOoOoWWoOWL* His stomach. He blushed, probably visably, over the noise and put a hand over his stomach to silence it. Not that it helped much...
He'd have to bite the bullet if he was to silence the beast. He picked up a considerable sized piece of his supposed breakfast, and with very delicate approach, took the whole thing into his mouth and swallowed.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 9:49 am
Willow chewed on the omlette watching several other types of foods float in. Including Sausage and what appered to waffles.
Rosey grinned as she served the pair. Atleast Willow was eating breakfast at a decent hour. The tiger might not be happy but atleast she was getting on a decent time clock.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 10:45 am
Carl finished the omlette and moved on to the rest of the spread, sampling everything he could before the beat was content and he hungered no more for the fine foods prepared by his host. He pushed away his plate when done and leaned back, waiting for his orders of the day.
"So, what are we going after first? Painting? More Sanding? Metalwork?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 10:55 am
Willow was still sleepy and yawned after she finished eating her fill, leaving half of what she had. She'd eat the rest later. "Uhhh.... Well I suppose you could start sanding the floors of inhere, save for the part you're sleeping in as you may've noticed the guest rooms and beyond aren't finished."
Streatching she got up from her place at the table. "I'm sure you know where the sanders are when you've finished the task Rosey'll tell me." Willow nodded softly before walking off, "Oh and only disturbe me if one of two things happens, The apocolyse or the place catches on fire. Otherwise Let Rosey handle it."
She muttered as she dissapered off outside.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:02 am
He'd honestly been hoping for metalwork, but he couldn't neccesarily say that sanding wasn't what he expected. He waved her off and pushed himself up, making sure he left the table with minimal mess before moving on to find the sanders, dustpan, and broom he'd be needing afterwards. The latter was easily found and set asside, the sanders also found without too much difficulty - as they were in the same place he'd last left them.
One in one hand, one in the other, he set them to the floor just beyond the doorway and began each in the opposite direction of each other, the small spherical motions covering every inch of the floor that they came across.
However, as it was larger than yesterday - and his muscles still ached from the work, the task took longer. The sinew was actually visible in places now. Every motion the eagle made caused the flesh to shift and contort as tight bands rose to the surface, minor tears occurring beyond mortal veiw as they strained with every step. This occurance swept over the entirety of his body, every muscle synchronized like a well oiled, albeit tiring, machine.
Willow wouldn't be roused for at least two, perhaps even three, hours as the sanders roved the entirety of the floor - soon enough to be followed by the cleaning crew - and in end, resulting in Carl plopped down upon the newly swept floor.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:24 am
Rosey noticed he'd finished. It was a nice job too. Hrmm LP would have to fetch some varnish now and some paint burshes or something.
She floated off to tell Willow.
Willow woke startled from the sudden icey cold feeling. She was use to it but she'd been dreaming of something warmer so when the cold poored on her it was an unexpected surprize.
Looking at Rosey her eyes were wide and puiples were dialated before she finally caught her breath. "Don't dooo that." She wined, before muttering, "Right he's done.... hrmm.... he said something about metal work...." She got up looking to see what there could be to do.... she could get him an impossible task of making japanese style window framing from metal so she could have it screened and later put up in all the windows of the house, but could he do it?
She looked and moved towards LP's cave. Sreaching for the plans.
"What you looking for?"
Willow blinked, "Oh the plans for the insides of the windows do you have those?" LP produced the construction drawings of what the metal in the windows were to look like. Willow nodded and grinned, "Carl wants to do metal work, if he can dothis then he's worth the time I'm wasting." LP shook her head as Willow headed back outside.
Moving to the Temple she called, "CARLLLLL I have more work for you!!!"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:39 am
Carl groaned quietly, using the tips of his claws to push himself up. The floor was much farther down than he'd realized until just now. "Comming! I'm comming." Slowly - but still, it wasn't a lie that he was making his way towards Willow. The break had given him some leeway with the pain, so once the girl was in sight he hurried on until he stood beside her, awaiting orders.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:48 am
Willow was walking off towards a pile of stripped metal, "I'm not sure if you can do this task or not, if you can't get it to look like this leave and LP'll take it to town tomorrow she found a metalsmith."
Willow was lookign at the drawing before showing it to carl. "It has to be excate mesurements and all. I'm afriad I don't have any tools here for you to measure with." Her tail flickered as she climbed up a tree a bit of a ways and Slamed a nail in each corner of the picture.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:56 am
Now this was something he actually knew what he was doing. Granted - Carl was no mathematical genius. He couldn't look at a tree and tell you how many leaves were on it or how many sheep were in a flock just by a glance. What he did know was size, and how the scale a model up and down depending on the prints given and the information he could gather.
Sapphire optics roved the paper before he turned, looking to where the window would be facetted. There he moved to and began walking the length of the inner side up, and then the inner top across. He knew the window would have to be just a hair smaller to fit, but not so much that it wouldn't be secure enough to be properly welded or bolted in. Even without - a window ought to be able to stay in on its own accord.
Once he made mental measure of how many it was, he moved to the blueprint to confirm that the scales matched up, also looking at the design of the intricacies that would be carved into the metal once the exterior was fitted for it.
It was a few moments before he spoke, but the tones were confident - sure that he could accomplish it. "It'll take me a while, but the design really isn't much more complicated than making a crown. You'd just be making it on a flat surface instead of around - which is probably simpler than having to work at an angle. Just bring me the metal and I'll see what I can do."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:00 pm
Willow pointed at the pile and the few tools they did have, hammers, and such and a lighter to heat the metal. "There it all is." She pointed. Of crouse she wasn't sure if he could do it or not, he might be but she wasn't.
Taken to sitting under the tree she yawned. "I'll be watching from here." She said, although watching and dozeing being two different things she still counted it as watching.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:16 pm
Carl moved to the pile and began looking through the materials, discarding pieces of metal while carefully setting asside a good few that he dubbed worthy of being crafted.
Yet, the bird started on nothing until after stripping off his shirt and pulling on some gloves, carefully guiding his claws through the seams and forcing them to poke out of the fingered ends. The gloves would still be usable to others, but the eagle just wasn't comfortable with them concealed. He next dawned a mask to protect him from the light of the lighter, as well as keep any sparks from his face as he worked, albeit his beak proved to be a formidable obsticle that took several adjustments to account for.
After these things were done, he organized the metal and tools to form a rough forging area which he'd used enough common sense to set in a sandy area that wouldn't cause the temple to catch flame. Yes, Carl now had his workstation.
And with it set...he set the first piece of metal down and struck up the lighter, heating the metal slowly whilst measurements were sketched onto the surface, and his claws began to dig into his work.
Willow might have seen a difference then.
Besides his usual boysterous, carefree self - Carl was serious. It was as though his entire mind was set on the task before him, his body rigid with concentration as lazy ribbons cascaded from the lethal appendages, their razour edges raked with a precision that had caused the name Harpy to be feared.
Slowly, chunks of unneeded material fell away from the frame. They would be used again later, but went unheeded as the window outline began to take shape, the bird stopping only to measure and assure that it was perfectly straight - occasionally turning the heat off to allow it to rest before continuing his method. Then he would begin again, smoothing out areas, rounding off various points, and pollishing the surface with white flame.
Only once the entire outline was completed did he take some water set asside and cool it completely. The metal crackled and hissed, steam pouring off of the surface before it cooled, and Carl allowed himself to fully touch and lift it to the frame.
There he set it in and stood back, waiting for Willow's review of his workmanship.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:41 pm
Willow got up from her state of daydreaming, mostly ghost converstations in her head... to look at new frame and then back at the picture eyeing it using her tumb as mesurement. "Very good carl, Now lets hope LP can put the screening on it. Unless by so odd reason you want to do that after you finish them all."
She walked around the temple counting windows, "We'll need about 30 of them." She said having over guessed. "I didn't realize there were going to be this many windows." She looked at carl and tilted her head. Looking at the sun to get the gist of the time. "Eh if you want to work some more you can but if you need a rest you can also do that you can do a few of them a day, until you get that finished." She shurged and moved off to walk one of the gardens. Not knowing what carl would do, but now she was sure his craftsmanship would suit the temple fine.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" It would've sounded like the wind to carl but to Willow it wasn't it was something to worry about. Oi a heck of a time for work.
Havoung found the source she was standing face to face with a little boy. He held tears in his eyes. The boy saw Willow when she came with in inchs of him, and he became very violent throwing what he could before wisking off.
"Ack." Willow jumped managing to dodge the objects before stalking after the ghost quick as she could.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:48 pm
Carl took it down and took it back to the work station, preparing to carve the interior to have the screen fitted to. "I can have about five done in a day, including the groove needed for the screen - and any ornamental carving you need. That might take some extra time though, depending on how intricate it is, and how well the metal holds. I'm not really sure about what kind this is, since I usually only work with what people don't want around." Ah yes, junk metal. "Mom doesn't exactly know I've been taking metal from off the street where the shop is."
Nor did he intend to let her find out, at least not until he was good enough to display his works. Donna was pretty easy going, but had she seen the cuts on his hands or the very fine soot hidden in his feathers - the bird feared she may force him to give up his ambition to carve himself a crown. This partially being the reason the bird bathed so often and moisturized the rough areas of skin.
He again began at it, ignoring the wind whilst row after row of metallic ribbon streamed from his claw tip, but at the sound of something hitting the ground - the claws lifted from the surface and he looked to see if she was alright.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:54 pm
Of crouse before carl to look to see if she was alright she was off and chasing the ghost into the bushes. Headed towards the deep forest. Someplace man, beast nor gouls liked to go.
Willow could only hope to catch up with the boy and find out what was the matter with him. Trying to smush her like that, The nerve. He was much larger than herself although when laying down as he was before he moved to throw things at her she came face to face with him.
Something was wrong with this one, scars or something from his life. Most likely cut short for some unknown reason. "Wait.... stop please! I can help you." She cried, looking to see if Carl had followed her and/or if he thought her more of a loon.
"Go Away!!" The young boy screamed at her picking up speed, "Everything gets hurt around me. Stop following me." He then dissapered from Willow's line of being able to follow him.
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