The hills are alive with the sound of EXPLOSIONS

[goldfuse]

Who: Ryzey Goldfuse and those brave enough to meet her
What: A goblin tinkerer arrives. Three guesses what happens next.
Where: The machine shop
When: Wednesday, February 15
Warnings: E for EXPLOSIONS

Okay. Okay, her latest invention probably had a few kinks to work out. Building an interdimensional portal was turning out to be a bit more art than science, but what kind of experiments didn't have a few minor setbacks here and there? Like, you know... getting stuck on the other side of a portal she opened in space and time. On the plus side, it worked! On the negative side, the portal closed before she could get back to her workshop. Great. Just great. 

A short, curvy goblin girl with wild strawberry blonde hair stood in the middle of the machine shop in the mansion. Nobody else was up at this hour of the night, which was perfect for her to get to work without interruptions. She unshouldered a bazooka on a strap, lowered a pair of goggles into place, and set to work, rummaging through the materials she could find, trying to pick out anything that could be used in her new invention. She needed to build a way to get back to Azeroth! There was money to be made! Unfortunately, despite her desire for privacy, she wasn't exactly quiet or gentle about what she was doing, tossing parts around and making quite a lot of noise, both of machinery and of cursing. 

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[will_be_god]

An...

To say that Cyrus would understand was an understatement. "Do not assume such things. This world itself is not the one we sprang from..."

[goldfuse]

"Yeah, yeah, I heard the story already," Ryzey replied, waving her hand dismissively. "How do you think I got here? Finicky dimensional portal. Now I've gotta build a new one." She went back to rummaging through parts, tossing some scrap to the side in her search.

[will_be_god]

"Aside from that. This settlement used to be far removed from here, and a catastrophe brought us to where we are now. Our collective from different worlds was again moved." He felt like he was describing it to a toddler. "That said, I will aid you if you do not continue to dismiss my knowledge."

[goldfuse]

"Confident, hm? I like that," Ryzey said, setting aside the part she was looking at and hopping onto the pile to sit, eyeing Cyrus. "All right, cutie, why don't we pool resources and share information?" she asked.

[will_be_god]

Cutie?! It was like dealing with Bob all over again.

Reluctantly after that, he approached further. "Very well. Do not call me that again."

[goldfuse]

"Aw, you feeling shy?" she grinned. "I don't bite. Unless you ask~"

[will_be_god]

Cyrus didn't *do* shy.

"I demand that you do not take such liberties in addressing me. I will aid you in constructing this portal if you restrain yourself from here on."

[goldfuse]

"All right, you don't want me to call you cute, that's fine with me," Ryzey said, while silently condemning him as a killjoy. "So what do you want me to call you?"

[will_be_god]

"My name is Cyrus, and that is what you will call me."

After a pause, he asked, "And I address you as...?"

[goldfuse]

"Ryzey Goldfuse," the goblin answered, offering up a hand to shake. Her hand was smeared with grease. Might not want to touch that, Cyrus.

[will_be_god]

Looking down at the grease, he instead bowed slightly. "Now then, your construction seems to draw power from its own source. I do not believe, projecting from the current design, that it is capable of holding that much power."

[goldfuse]

Ryzey waved her hand and shrugged. "Magitech is the word you're looking for," she added. "Technology augmented by sorcery. Gonna be hard to get our hands on here, unless you happen to know some mages."

[will_be_god]

He wasn't about to demonstrate his views on what others called "magic". It was all just things that science couldn't explain yet, and countless things through history had been incorrectly termed such until they were properly understood.

"I know some who wield what they call magic. However, they know nothing of science."

[goldfuse]

Ryzey shrugged. "Magic and science aren't all that different. Magic is an art, and it's all about manipulating energy. Magic and tech have similar goals, just go about getting to those goals differently."

[will_be_god]

That cast a scowl across his face. Energy was manipulated through means that could be explained by science. But perhaps he was dealing with a more...primitive society.

"In that case, show me how this works."

[goldfuse]

"Much as I'd love to," she said, "I'm no mage. Goblins don't exactly play nice with magic in general. I work with magitek, but I need someone with actual magical skill to do the enchanting," she explained. "So if you know some magic users, it'd be a good idea to call them up."

[will_be_god]

The scowl deepened. "I do know those who call themselves such."

[goldfuse]

"Then we're gonna need at least one of 'em," Ryzey repeated. "And since you know them and I don't, you're the one who's gonna have to play nice with them."

[will_be_god]

His eyes clenched shut in frustration. "I do not know where any are at this moment."

[goldfuse]

"Then we might as well just get some shut-eye," Ryzey explained, stretching arms over her head. "Nothing we can do until you find one of 'em. They ARE in this dimension, right?"

[will_be_god]

"Correct". Well, most of them. Some he hadn't seen in a long while...

Briefly, he wondered whatever happened to Rhys.

[goldfuse]

"Then I'll just see you in the morning after I stake out a place to rest," she suggested.