open | cloudreach

[hassaran]

WHO: Yseult + others to come
WHAT: A catch-all for open prompts and maybe some closed starters
WHEN: Roughly now-ish, or backdated throughout April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: If you'd like something in particular ping me on plurk/discord to discuss!

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[hassaran]

Yseult allows 'hiding in a tree' to sit in the air between them for a silent moment of roughly equal length to the one that preceded it, making eye contact all the while before she deadpans, "It's raining." Otherwise that's where she'd be.

There's a second armchair beside the one Tony chooses, the pair of them rearranged to face the sofa Yseult occupies now that the season has made the fireplace an irrelevant feature. A grey tabby cat occupies that other chair but now in two neat leaps it joins the Scoutmaster, curling up just beside her shins and reaching out a single paw.

"Reports from the Inquisition," she says once she's had a sip of coffee. "They have a wider network, some of which they are willing to share with me. What is a stabiliser for?"

[propulsion]

Gamely, Tony maintains eye contact throughout, deadpan in kind, but breaks when she points out the weather. Fair. He brings his coffee up to drink from, attention flicking to the cat that he may or may not have just not noticed was there until it moved.

"Kind of what it sounds like," he says, easing to slouch deeper into his seat. Not abandoning all propriety, or anything, but seeking some comfort that the upright chair at his desk hadn't provided. "It's a thrust device that'll stop, say, an airship from capsizing in bad weather, assault, that kind of thing. It'll need some kind of motion trigger—"

A hand wanders in the air, makes a flat line that wobbles so, like to demonstrate, before that hand drops.

"And also to be big. Lots of heat and force expelled in a blast. I've caused worse explosions for worse reasons."