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Post by Zane Moonbright on Aug 12, 2017 3:49:36 GMT
Zane wiped the sweat off his brow. This engine was giving him a lot of grief. He was working to convert the diesel engine to run on natural gas. If he manged it...well he had a couple hundred of the 'portable' tanks he could fill from the gas well, and it could make for a good vehicle for the Dragoons. He just had to figure out the right ratio for the gas to mix in the cylinder, and since the existing fuel injector was designed for liquid fuel, not actual gas... His tail twitched in irritation. His ears laid back. One might have expected him to hiss, but he growled instead. He hefted his tool box and heaved it through the air in frustration. The curses he let loose would have turned a sailor six shades of blue. "Hrrrrrg. Why wont you work dammit!?" He kicked the engine, then cursed more as his obviously sent shock waves of pain to his brain. Vylad Zaider
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Post by Vylad Zaider on Aug 14, 2017 17:45:51 GMT
The day had started with a walk down an old dirt road while the sun reigned down. There was little wind, and the breeze that did drift by was balmy. Although, the scenery was lovely with a bright blue sky and flowers poking out beside the road. Vylad walked at a leisurely pace sporting a white wife-beater shirt and a pair dark shorts. The heat was not a bother for the ravenette considering his pyrokinesis made it actually rather comfortable to be in. He had never thought that he would enjoy the heat, but then again who expected to be able to control fire?
A hand came up to shield his eyes from the light as Vylad looked in the distance at Peterson Farm. He had heard somebody lived around there nowadays, which had honestly made him curious. Thus, the miscreant decided to see who exactly was hanging around the old farm. It was also to see if there was anything worth taking, or maybe even something Macy would like. He was trying to smooth the rough patch between them, since he still really liked her. So he was trying his darnedest to be a kind fellow to her. Once he made his way down the path, he entered the farm grounds where he heard a cacophony of swears alongside more yelling. Clearly, the survivor who had claimed the area was around and sounded vaguely familiar. Vylad could have sworn he had heard that voice before, or at least something similar to it.
The miscreant made his way slowly towards where the other person was, making certain to stay hidden. When he rounded the corner of an old tool shed, he found a familiar pair of ears. He smirked, leaning against the wall of the tool shed.
"What's wrong, kitty? Not having fun playing with that generator?" Vylad said teasingly.
There was little concern shown over the survivor and based off their first meeting he was not a threat. The cat-man seemed to only be trying to get by, thus Vylad was not remotely hesitant over trying to tease him.
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Post by Zane Moonbright on Aug 14, 2017 18:05:40 GMT
Zane's ears swiveled behind him, his tail lashing angrily.
"So, its the walking space heater."
He paused. The issue he was having was because he didn't have a proper forge to melt the seals on the fuel injector, to make the conversion work. Too much gas was escaping from the half melted seals.
"Hey. If i give you a beer, think you can melt something for me? Or would beer put out your fire, tough guy."
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Post by Vylad Zaider on Aug 15, 2017 18:09:47 GMT
An amused look came across Vylad's face when he saw the dark haired man's feline tail lash out. Clearly his comment had aggravated him and that was certainly a reaction the miscreant was searching for. It was the objective he sought after whenever he gibed at somebody. Although, this was a game where multiple people could participate, which was obvious when the cat-man referred to him as a space heater. The miscreant's body temperature went up, but it was not enough to actually cause flames. However, should somebody touch his skin they would note that he was warm which was an indication to his annoyance over the comment. Vylad's annoyance was also visibly displayed on his face when a frown came across his lips and his eyes narrowed into a slight glare.
"Well, I see I'm not the only one capable of throwing insults," Vylad mumbled.
The miscreant crossed his arms while he continued to lean against the tool shed; despite the wear that threatened to give way. His gaze was towards the ground, until the man gave him an offer. In response, Vylad shrugged since he was not completely certain if pyrokinesis and alcohol were a good mix; especially since he would still have to return home. Although, the reckless part of his brain insisted, Vylad knew better.
"Hard to say, I know water does and peroxide makes it worst," Vylad stated. "What do you need melted anyways?" He asked, leaving the shed behind to come closer.
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Post by Zane Moonbright on Aug 15, 2017 19:13:51 GMT
Zane glanced at him, tail twitching but this time in excitement. He popped open the chamber on the converted engine and pulled out the first of 8 fuel injectors.
"The seals used on these are meant to be melted into shape, you are supposed to bake them in a furnace. I need to heat them to between 500 and 750 Fahrenheit, but the tools i have cant hit that range. My furnace only goes as low as 1500, and my torches wont heat it evenly. You do this for me, and i can pay you. I've got some old fire-retardant closes i remade, I've got an extra, could fit you, avoid that whole, burning your clothes off thing."
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Post by Vylad Zaider on Aug 17, 2017 18:04:07 GMT
With mild curiosity Vylad watched as the engine's chamber opened to reveal several fuel injectors. His interest in engines was practically nonexistent despite the obsession his classmates had with them. Understanding the concepts of engines was confusing to Vylad, thus he never bothered getting interested in anything remotely close to engineering or mechanics. The miscreant was barely listening when the man with feline features began to explain his scenario, however, he got the gist of the conversation and that there would be a reward. The concept of being used as a walking furnace was definitely interesting and Vylad had never though about the idea before. Alas, it was sensible given the abilities the Maras had granted him.
"So, you essentially want me to be some sort of walking furnace?" Vylad asked, his mild interest in the idea showing.
The criminal crossed his arms again as he began to ponder whether or not he wanted to help the stranger out. There were tasks that Vylad had to accomplish yet, most specifically making Macy at the very least not hate his guts. He took a moment to curse his heavy crushing; the troublemaker doubted that he would ever be able to win Macy over in that way. Then another thought crossed his mind, the cat-man had spared him from his crossbow.
Vylad gave the cat-man a shrug. "I guess I can help you out. Although, I warn you, I do not know anything about this kind of stuff."
A gesture was made towards the engine. He figured it was only fair to give the stranger a warning.
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Post by Zane Moonbright on Oct 13, 2017 21:22:36 GMT
Zane nodded.
"I can judge the temperature pretty well, you would be surprised how sensitive my tails is, better than a real thermometer. I'll tell you when to lay off the heat."
He popped open the engine, removed the fuel injectors, and lined them up. Eight in all, and obviously jury-rigged, but also well made.
"I'll make it up with more than beer. You can pick from the salvage. Maybe i can make you some cloths that dont burn up eh?"
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Post by Vylad Zaider on Oct 28, 2017 18:50:39 GMT
There was a mild sense of relief when Vylad heard the feline akin man mention temperature judging capabilities. It was definitely a reassurance since he was only familiarized with Celsius, however, it was probably best to ask either way. In a moment of silence, he watched as Zane popped out the fuel injectors, or engine thingies as Vylad would refer to them as. They came to a total of eight, each being lined up to be cooked. Considering his lack of knowledge in engines, Vylad simply thought that they were excellently crafted since there was little chance he could notice any sorts of errors. For a few moments, his yellow eyes lingered on the fuel injectors until Zane began adding more to the prize pot.
"Okay, but quick question. What the hell is the Celsius to cook these? Cause this will sound dumb, but I suck at math and have barely used Fahrenheit in my life," Vylad asked.
His arms crossed tightly and looked at his feet in embarrassment. The criminal could not lie that his intellect was not impressive considering he never excelled in school. Not to mention his little bits of class skipping only made it worst. Momentarily, Vylad cursed himself for being horrible at math or any other school subjects really. However, there was a small ounce of fortune which was that Macy was not around to laugh at his embarrassing admittance to stupidity.
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Post by Zane Moonbright on Oct 29, 2017 0:03:42 GMT
"Hmm? Oh that'd be 260 to 398 Celsius. Pretty darn hot."
He was already running over ideas for flame proof clothing. Maybe if he used steel mesh with...or he could see about hunting down one of those bears he had seen. Their fur had been like iron, maybe it was heat resistant too?"
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Post by Vylad Zaider on Oct 29, 2017 15:00:01 GMT
When Zane gave him the converted temperature of Celsius, Vylad gave him a small nod. Thankfully the feline akin man was smart, although, that was obvious during their initial encounter. Vylad glanced at his hand, palm up and created a small test flame to make certain that him getting to the extreme temperature, despite being fairly certain it was plausible. In the center of his palm, watching the flames flicker to life, licking towards the sky with smoke twirling into the air in grey ribbons. With a little more focus the temperature raised higher, his eyes focused on the flames. From an estimation point, it was roughly the right amount, but the human thermometer would likely know better. If anything, Vylad was a few degrees off, but his uncertainty to how keen the precision needed to be left him hesitant.
"How's that?" Vylad asked, glancing at the cat man.
Shortly, his eyes returned to the flame as he watched the little fire. It would be unnecessary to create much larger of a flame and the size seemed adequate. As he watched the fire dance in his hand, a thought finally occurred to him; he still did not know this mysterious feline man's name. Vylad had never bothered to ask and during their initial meeting there had been enemies to occupy their attention which ultimately left it a mystery. It was strange to the ravenette to think about how they were continuing to help each other despite being clueless to the other's name.
"Hey, I never asked you your name. What is it anyways?" Vylad asked, sparing another glance at his company. "By the way, I'm Vylad in case you were wondering."
Perhaps the stranger simply cared nothing about his name or had renounced his own leaving him a nameless survivor, but either way Vylad figured it was right to ask. Considering they were helping each other, they might as well be able to refer to each other by name.
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