~Song~With a flick of her hair, she smoothly brushed past Jonathan, not even acknowledging his pleas for help.
Heading off into the city, she made a checklist of things she needed to get done. She needed her sword sharpened, wanted to pick up some apothecary supplies, and if she could find any, could definitely use some more paper for folding…
~Jonathan~He huffed. He sighed. He harrumphed. He cleared his throat, folded his arms over his chest, and watched the rest of the crew depart off into Falis Island. How dreadful. Especially if Waldemar would return with a triumphant smile, victorious in his romancing.
Adjusting the lapels of his coat in resignation, he turned to Milly, who seemed flustered at first, but suddenly brightened up on her own.
“Well, I suppose you and I will just have to find some way to entertain ourselves for six hours,” he said, with a defeated smirk.
“It wouldn’t do to just sit around and stare at the port all day.”He then remembered what he had said to Milly earlier that morning.
“Oh. Actually, follow me. I’ll show you what I was talking about earlier.”Jonathan made to descend below deck with Milly in tow, heading to his room. As he walked, his cocky demeanor began to fall away a bit, replaced with a calm, clear minded expression. He had no intention of wooing the young white haired girl, so he dropped the show. If one were to meet Jonathan in this state, they would mistakenly assume that he was a respectable, humble gentleman.
“Ah here we are,” Jonathan said as they reached his room.
“I apologize in advance for the mess, but I was up late last night working, and nodded off without realizing.”He opened the door, revealing that his cabin was far from a mess. In fact, it nearly sparkled from cleanliness. His years of growing up in a pristine mansion had caused him to become unnerved when things were out of place, so he impulsively took it upon himself to ensure that his bed was tightly made, and nothing littered the floor. Though it was small, Jonathan’s adept eye for spacing made his room appear a bit larger than it actually was. An elegant lamp gently lit the room, highlighting the subtly ornate rug that Jonathan had spread across the floor. In the corner was a neatly arranged desk with resistors, power supplies, gears, and all sorts of mechanical-electrical components laid out for easy reach. A strange disk like contraption sat in the center of the workspace.
“Now this, Ms. Nobel, is what I call the roto-bomber, for lack of an official name,” Jonathan said proudly, as he picked the gadget up and spun it around in his hands.
“An effective combination of an impact spring mechanism with timed charge pump ignition, if I do say so myself. I spent quite a bit of time perfecting the timing delay across the resistor network to match the ignition to the release time, and I also put a tremendous amount of thought into making sure the centripetal force detection didn’t accidentally--”“Ah,” Jonathan stopped himself, realizing that he was about to fall into tinkering mode and bore Milly to death. He got a bit too excited about his own inventions.
“Well, really, the point of all this is to say that when you throw the roto bomber like a discus, the mechanism inside will cause it to greatly accelerate rotation and go farther than you could normally throw it,” said Jonathan, demonstrating how to toss it.
“Inside, the roto-bomber carries 12 small spheres for each orientation on the clock face, which you can time the release of. Upon release, the 12 spheres will self-ignite and be launched a calibrated distance between 10 to 30 feet away from the disk. I’m sure you can understand the value proposition in this invention- essentially, it’s a small timed bomb with a potential 100 foot effective blast radius.”Jonathan pulled out one of the spheres.
“Now this is where I’d gladly appreciate your assistance,” he said, handing the sphere to her.
“I must admit that I’m not quite the expert in incendiaries that you are, and I was hoping that you’d be able to choose the right sort of explosive substances to fill these with, so that optimum blast radius can be achieved without destroying the roto-bomber itself. Assuming that the roto-bomber doesn’t self implode, it should be indefinitely reusable.”Through all of this though, Jonathan had left the top of the ship unguarded...
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