second ⚡ invention suggestions

[ramuhs]

Type: Text
Sender ID: ramuhs
To: General public
Subject: Invention Suggestions
Warnings: None


Cid here.

Wanted to leave a quick note and thank you to everyone who helped test my little inventions last month. They should be finalized and ready for official public release next month, but as promised those who helped will receive theirs earlier once ready. Just let me know where to send them off or I can contact you for pick up later.

On that note, I wanted to inquire if anyone had any requests or suggestions as to what I, or any other inventor here, should work on. Whether it's improvements or some alternate version of something that already exists here, or perhaps something similar from your own world.

While I am working with magitech, I am more interested in electrical and mechanical engineering, and I'd rather stay away from weaponry unless it's more for defensive or nonlethal use. So anything of that nature will be more my type.

Always appreciated.
Cid

Comments

[garudas]

[He might hear her falter on the other end, a strained noise coming from her as her fingers clutch at her phone tight—so tight that she might crush it if she squeezes it anymore. That's all it really boils down to, isn't it? And it's so fucking stupid that it's that way, but when she has missed him and wished to be with him for six long years, even through the hate, being at his side now doesn't make it just go away.

No, it makes it worse.

It makes her heart ache for him when he isn't there. She wishes that she could go back to hating him sometimes because it was easier back then. Anger and hatred have a funny way of overcoming all of the other things that she would feel for him. They would burn them away over and over again, no matter how many times they resurfaced.

But now it's gone. Now, all she has left in her is that need to make up for lost time. To be with him and try to reach out and grab hold of that life that she wanted...

A life of traveling the world and seeing the world. Of running away. Being free...

And just like that last time she saw him buried in his work, it took her back to those nights where those dreams felt dashed. Like nothing more than a dying spark of hope in her chest before he eventually, finally left.]

You had a funny way of showing that last time...

[She grumbles it defensively under her breath, breaking that spell of silence at long last.]

Are you listening to yourself? Schedules? More work? Who exactly are you bound to that you would choose to overwork yourself? And I don't suppose my "interrupting" these schedules will lead you to lashing out at me again in the future, will it?

[Because surely he remembers what had happened when she tried to pull him out of it, right?

Yeah. She didn't say any of this before because she wanted to try being sensitive of his feelings, and she could at least understand where he was coming from, but it's been a month since Midadol left.]

It's as you said, things are different now, Cidolfus.

[ramuhs]

[There's a grimace at that as he runs a hand over his face. Oh if he could go back in time and strangle his past self—]

Of course not. That was different. Whatever projects I take on wouldn't be for a distraction, it would just be that—work. That I just so happen to enjoy so I'm not forcing myself for anyone, either.

[garudas]

[She wishes she could also strangle his past self.]

So then, if I came to you after a long day of flying, you will have no problems putting down your work, yes?

[YOU DUMB FOOL, SHE JUST WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU, DON'T MAKE HER SAY IT]

[ramuhs]

Aye, no problems whatsoever.

[He'd prefer having a stopping point, but in that situation yes he would manage to put his things down and stop!!

And no. SAY IT.]

[garudas]

[A long silence follows. Some rustling. A click. Maybe a little thoughtful hum from her or two. More rustling.]

I will believe it when I see it.

[And then there's a knock on his door.]

[ramuhs]

[He hears the background noise but doesn't think much of it until he hears the knock. And there's a look of surprise as he looks up at the door and then at the phone...

Before there's a dry laugh.]

Copying me now, are you?

[She'll be able to hear his footsteps from inside as he draws near the door before it opens.]

[garudas]

[She's even leaning against the door in a very Cid-like fashion, and when it opens, she just hoists a brow and cocks her hip.]

Learned from the "best."

[She doesn't hang up either, but she gives her phone a little wave.]

Now, remind me what it is I said?

[ramuhs]

[SIIIIGH. If only that didn't also amuse and arouse him at the same time—

But he'll hit the button to disconnect the call before he steps back to let her in.]

Don't overwork myself.

[garudas]

[She lowers the phone, gives him a once-over, and struts right past him inside as if it were her own place.]

And?

[No, she's not even going to keep playing these games anymore. She's far too frustrated for them.]

That I would see it when I believe it.

[ramuhs]

[A sigh, this one more real.]

And you'll do that by, what, watching me?

[garudas]

[She walks right up to him, hips swaying with every purposeful step, like a hungry cat cornering the mouse at last. All the way until her hips bump his, and she reaches for his phone, taking it between her fingers.]

I suppose that depends on what it is I am watching you do.

[ramuhs]

[His eyes widen a touch in confusion when she saunters up to him and presses him back. He honestly thought she was hear to nag at him, and he's not ruling it out yet, but...

An arch of the brow when she takes his phone, a message already dinging in.

Now? Really???

.......]

And what would you like to watch?

[Yeah okay he can roll with this.]

[garudas]

[Yes, now.

She's making sure he's keeping his word, and she tosses his phone to the couch, the screen landing face down before she's reaching for his shirt.]

Well. Would you like on top or below?

[ramuhs]

[He smirks a little.]

Tough call, both have their advantages...

[garudas]

You're going to have to choose...

[She's already started working on the laces of his shirt, chuckling quietly as his phone buzzes from the couch again.]

Otherwise, I'll just choose for you.

[Top or bottom. Her or his phone.

Not that the choice matters, it will all end the same way.]

[ramuhs]

[He can hear it buzzing, but it's not like he has to respond right away. It's why he chose that particular medium, after all. Easier to have multiple conversations at his own pace, similar to writing letters but with faster return. A true marvel, really, but of course the real marvel is standing before him.

He knows what she's trying to do, and who is he to say no? Not a bad time for a "break," as he's sure she would call this little "disruption." If it's like this then maybe such an arrangement isn't such a bad idea—]

Well, you're the one who says I shouldn't work too hard.

[His own hands now move to her waist, pulling her on closer as they slip beneath her shirt.]

So I'll let you make that choice for me.

[garudas]

So lazy...

[Her eyes roll playfully, but she's already nudging him in the direction of his bedroom, the front of his shirt falling open further as she pulls out the string notch by painstaking notch.]

Very well.

[She kicks the door shut behind them with no shortage of force, the slam masking the next buzz of his phone—]

In that case, I suggest you lie back and relax. Don't work too hard.

[—and shoves him down to the bed, her knee wasting no time nudging his apart so that she can climb between them.]

>>> moved~

[ramuhs]

[There's just a low laugh as he looks up at her with amused interest.]

How can I say no to that?

[And it will be quite some time before Cid will be getting back to those messages—]