Ryzey Goldfuse (
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smashrising2017-02-15 12:08 pm
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The hills are alive with the sound of EXPLOSIONS
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.
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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She had stepped out for a break and some nourishment before making her way back. The sounds of tinkering made her stop for a brief moment, plate of snacks in one hand and a tall mug of coffee in the other, as her ears perked up to take in the sounds from the shop. At this time of night it probably was Gordon working on something himself too which made her smile. It was always fun to have someone to talk shop with during these long hours and she had made more than enough coffee to share so she carried on to go into the shop.
"Didn't think I'd have company this late in the day but you know, tinkerers never rest...Err... w-who are you?" she finally realized it wasn't Gordon but a goblin of all things? A mix of emotions swelled both inwardly and outwardly as her face was a mix of excited curiosity and wariness. Were they from home? Did someone find a way back?!
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What was this...creature? He was reminded of a Sableye despite there being very little resemblance.
"What do you search for?" he called out, voice only slightly louder than usual.
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What sounds like a very loud, foul-mouthed and destructive MOUSE, in the machine shop.
"Hmnh?"
The fact that she was yelling in fully articulate speech proves she wasn't a monster, so. That was good. He didn't need to get the rocket launcher again. Furthermore judging from her profanity, whoever it was had to be an engineer. That one was harder to explain, but... somehow you can just TELL. So enter a drowsy scientist, dressed in faded sweats and a SMASH ACADEMICS t-shirt, armed with a cup of coffee.
"Who is that? Hello?"
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