Burgmond
Well-Known Member
Scrap Crew
"Really? Oh uh, I got it right here!" Tom unplugged the Steel Key from his monstrous grappling device, showing it to Reman from his perch. "I got it right here Reman! I'll, uh..."
Tom looked back into the distance, seeing the stained sand and the cable. There it is again; not the cable, but this instinct to risk and discover, and he can feel it. Where does the cable go? Did someone drag it out there to hide? Well, why would they hide? Are they still there? Only one way to find out!
Now how to get from here to there... Well he could slinky his way down; the Steel key's ability to bend metal is what allows this grappling hook to bend its steel cable, thus allowing the alchemist to curve his shots in order grapple areas he can't aim for. Although as Dahlia just pointed out, the cruiser is rather unsafe. He could shoot his grapple hook elsewhere, but there's nothing out there he can grapple to in order to get there. As far as Tom knew, he can't change the grapple hook's cable to be strong enough to pole vault over there; at most, it can slow his descents in, uh, drastic situations.
So somehow, Tom needed to make a anchor, and throw it over there in order to get there quickly- Tom stopped. He assessed his device, and then the distance. The edge of the plateau might be too far for the hook, anyway. There's only one way he could get over there so quickly without being so reliant on his grapple hook.
"Hey uh, change of plans, I see a dead body over there! It's in some purple sand. There's also that line all the way over there; looks like cable, and it's going over the edge of the plateau. I'm gonna try and get over there, there might be something valuable I can recover!"
Tom inserted the Blast Key in a bulky walkman-like device, one with wires that end in tubes that connect to the frame. Pulling a tube revealed it to be a laser etcher, whose laser glowed orange from the power of the key. He began etching a alchemy circle into the hot hull of the derelict crawler.
"Really? Oh uh, I got it right here!" Tom unplugged the Steel Key from his monstrous grappling device, showing it to Reman from his perch. "I got it right here Reman! I'll, uh..."
Tom looked back into the distance, seeing the stained sand and the cable. There it is again; not the cable, but this instinct to risk and discover, and he can feel it. Where does the cable go? Did someone drag it out there to hide? Well, why would they hide? Are they still there? Only one way to find out!
Now how to get from here to there... Well he could slinky his way down; the Steel key's ability to bend metal is what allows this grappling hook to bend its steel cable, thus allowing the alchemist to curve his shots in order grapple areas he can't aim for. Although as Dahlia just pointed out, the cruiser is rather unsafe. He could shoot his grapple hook elsewhere, but there's nothing out there he can grapple to in order to get there. As far as Tom knew, he can't change the grapple hook's cable to be strong enough to pole vault over there; at most, it can slow his descents in, uh, drastic situations.
So somehow, Tom needed to make a anchor, and throw it over there in order to get there quickly- Tom stopped. He assessed his device, and then the distance. The edge of the plateau might be too far for the hook, anyway. There's only one way he could get over there so quickly without being so reliant on his grapple hook.
"Hey uh, change of plans, I see a dead body over there! It's in some purple sand. There's also that line all the way over there; looks like cable, and it's going over the edge of the plateau. I'm gonna try and get over there, there might be something valuable I can recover!"
Tom inserted the Blast Key in a bulky walkman-like device, one with wires that end in tubes that connect to the frame. Pulling a tube revealed it to be a laser etcher, whose laser glowed orange from the power of the key. He began etching a alchemy circle into the hot hull of the derelict crawler.