07-20-2018, 10:47 AM
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I DO NOT WANT TO DIE WHO I AM
There is a variety of things that wash up on the shores of the Typhoon. People, Felix not included in that bunch since he had sailed there, items, debris and driftwood. It was quite the collection of things and Felix had taken to picking out anything of interest to him. With his goggles perched upon his head, golden rimmed with a separate eye-piece to act a magnifying glass just above the right lens, he rifled through the washed up mess to see if there was anything good.
So far, he'd found a few cogs and a badly damaged wind-up toy. Spending time in the ocean was not good for metal, so the small bird was... Rusty to say the least. In fact, he'd spent a good couple of minutes emptying the water out of the small machine. After that, he moved his goggles down in front of his eyes, moving the lens down to take a better look at his discovery.
It was a toy, but a very interesting one. A metallic replica of a sparrow, with amber laid into the underside to replicate the chest of the live bird. There was a small mechanism in it by the looks of it, but how it would function... Well, he'd be unable to fin out in this state. A suggestion would be that the sparrow would be able to fly given the right components changing and fixing. The chassis could be treated for rust given the time and patience.
You haven't the time Felix. What about Carrine?
The voice is pushed further back into his head. Felix smiles to himself, placing it delicately onto a nearby piece of mostly dry driftwood to finish drying before he puts it in his pack. The cogs, although still damp, are thrown in without a care and the wolf returns to digging around in the debris.
So far, he'd found a few cogs and a badly damaged wind-up toy. Spending time in the ocean was not good for metal, so the small bird was... Rusty to say the least. In fact, he'd spent a good couple of minutes emptying the water out of the small machine. After that, he moved his goggles down in front of his eyes, moving the lens down to take a better look at his discovery.
It was a toy, but a very interesting one. A metallic replica of a sparrow, with amber laid into the underside to replicate the chest of the live bird. There was a small mechanism in it by the looks of it, but how it would function... Well, he'd be unable to fin out in this state. A suggestion would be that the sparrow would be able to fly given the right components changing and fixing. The chassis could be treated for rust given the time and patience.
You haven't the time Felix. What about Carrine?
The voice is pushed further back into his head. Felix smiles to himself, placing it delicately onto a nearby piece of mostly dry driftwood to finish drying before he puts it in his pack. The cogs, although still damp, are thrown in without a care and the wolf returns to digging around in the debris.
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[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14