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Oliver smiled at Juryrig as his horse, table, thing came stumbling over, there simply wasn't a better way to describe its motion as anything other than a constant stumble. "Well that's awedully kind of you, say you look like you could use some breakfast. What kind of weight tolerance does thing have?"
"It could tolerate around two hundred kilograms, last I checked. Is that really how much your forks weigh, Oliver?" Juryrig stated, his taunting having knowing no subtlety.
"Oh yee of little faith, sadly I don't own forks and spoons made of gold but rather the amount of food needed for this trip. While I doubt we need 200 kilos I could easily whip up that and more." Oliver trailed off realising what he was saying sounded completely absurd and that for anyone to believe him there would have to be a demonstration.
The madman raised an eyebrow, and stroked his bare chin in a exaggerated thinking pose. Oliver didn't appear to have any equivalent to 200 kilos of food, so why would he make the claim...? A wicked grin grew slowly as a thought began to grow; why not dare Oliver? In a over-the-top Juryrig fashion that most of the crew are well acquainted with at this point, to varying degrees of tolerance, the alchemist pointed at Oliver, and made his dare! "You could make that easily? Alrighty, Chef Boi-Hearty, show me how you do your food!"
As if there was an unspoken competition Oliver's own grin broadened to match the crazed alchemist standing across from him as the lanky con man stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles. "Don't say I didn't warn you, I think we'll start with good old spaghetti first off." Oliver had to actually concentrate and mutter a few simple lines for a feat of this size as he stretched out each arm pointing at the alchemical horse. "Skidaddles Skidoodles, summon me some noodles." He yelled with triumph as several strands of pasta seemed to burst forth from his palms and begin coiling on the table, although it looked like they came directly our of his hands there was in fact a slight gap between their origen and his palms.
The Alchemical Horse had continued to hold up all that spaghetti; sure, there was a bit of creaking, but no ordinary table could hold 200 kg of anything. However, Juryrig was less impressed with his invention, which he had come to know very well and love like one of his own juryrigged children, and more in awe with Oliver making pasta, and lots of it. The con artist even said a cheesy line, too; Juryrig loved those one-liners! "You could do this?! I'd need to draw circles to do the same thing, and you're using one-liners and hands! THAT'S SO COOL! Come on, give it more, keep piling, I have yet to see it demonstrate its true capacity!"
"You're on Juryrig, hope you dont mind losing an invention this morning." Oliver stopped the stream of endless carbs and switched up his stance, now only holding one hand out infront of himself and the other gripping it at the wrist. "Bring the beef!" within a split second of the words leaving his lips beef mince piled onto the strands of pasta as Oliver began creating one of the biggest heavy-weight spaghetti bolognese dishes ever seen. While his one liner summons seemed cheesy he could actually use just abut any line that described the food in his mind, the one liners were the extra flare for a very special mad alchemist.
Each and every pound of beef that flew and landed on the ever-growing mountain of food was beginning to take its toll on the Horse, the weight pushing down halfway to the ground, hissing steam, gurgling profusely, and its creaks grew louder. Around 500 KG of weight, the oak wood was beginning to crack and splinter, and yet Juryrig gave no heed to those signs! Even as the mountain of food was becoming absolutely stupid, too. "Alchemy will fix it, don't worry about it! I need this to the very end!" Juryrig cackled. "Keep going, Alchemical Horse! Show him your strength!" With that bit of encouragement, the Alchemical Horse put all of its strength into standing straight, though it was clearly struggling.
Lowering his arm the food stream stopped once more as Oliver stood back and admired his handywork, the Alchemical Horse which Juryrig had held in such high regard was doing quite well all things considered, however he made a promise. "Time to say goodnight horsey, with the cherry on top, or rather the cheese on top." This time he assumed an almost prayer like pose with his hands together in front of his chest, "Reality bend, bring forth unholy cheese." instead of cheese flying from his hands a shimmering began above the mountain as a single, huge slice of cheese that seemed almost metalic slipped through whatever barrier seperated where it came from and their world. Landing on top it easily doubled the overall weight of the pile, "And with that, you're done."
The cheese landed on the pile with such force that it cratered around the Horse upon impact. It hissed steam constantly, at a temperature to heat all the food on top of it, and melting the cheese. Unyielding, the Horse tried to stand up again, but that would be the last time it would stand tall. Pipes burst, legs snapped, alchemical energy danced around the contraption as it made its last stand against Oliver, whom was limitless compared to it! Even with its great strength, it could never handle upwards to 800 KG of weight; it's made of mostly wood. "... That was so cool, I'm already jealous," Juryrig commented, not minding the fact that his invention is broken and buried under a bunch of food; instead, he was considering a several new inventions from this test between endurances. "So, you could get rid of all this, right...?"
Oliver stopped grinning at that moment, he'd gotten too into the moment and too excited. "Well, usually I stick to a fairly small limit so this situation doesn't happen... Guess the secret is no longer a secret with this sitting here, and to answer the question I am unable to simply whisk it away." His expression went from grinning to sheepish as he explianed there was nothing he could do. "Think anyone wil notice if we leave now and don't say anything?" he said staring at the huge pile of food sitting just a few meters from the ship.
Juryrig is a alchemists, and in alchemy, everything has a equivalent value. This means Juryrig could easily transmutate all that food into something with a greater value, and clear out the mess. Then again, this alchemist is Juryrig, a madman who spreads chaos for a noble cause, and who gives no shit about consequences. Naturally, he's more "Juryrig" than "Friendly Helpful Alchemist."
"Hmmmmm... Oh yeah, definitely! This mountain is slightly taller than the Downrider, and it smells a lot better than it, too. But don't worry about it, the wildlife will take care of it eventually! No way I could clear this, I'm afraid. Sorry pal!"
"Well then it's decided, the mountain stays... along with the crushed remains of your device. So what do we tell Dahlia when she asks?"
"You did it, not me." Juryrig said simply, and walked off, totting his heavy haversack with him.
"It could tolerate around two hundred kilograms, last I checked. Is that really how much your forks weigh, Oliver?" Juryrig stated, his taunting having knowing no subtlety.
"Oh yee of little faith, sadly I don't own forks and spoons made of gold but rather the amount of food needed for this trip. While I doubt we need 200 kilos I could easily whip up that and more." Oliver trailed off realising what he was saying sounded completely absurd and that for anyone to believe him there would have to be a demonstration.
The madman raised an eyebrow, and stroked his bare chin in a exaggerated thinking pose. Oliver didn't appear to have any equivalent to 200 kilos of food, so why would he make the claim...? A wicked grin grew slowly as a thought began to grow; why not dare Oliver? In a over-the-top Juryrig fashion that most of the crew are well acquainted with at this point, to varying degrees of tolerance, the alchemist pointed at Oliver, and made his dare! "You could make that easily? Alrighty, Chef Boi-Hearty, show me how you do your food!"
As if there was an unspoken competition Oliver's own grin broadened to match the crazed alchemist standing across from him as the lanky con man stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles. "Don't say I didn't warn you, I think we'll start with good old spaghetti first off." Oliver had to actually concentrate and mutter a few simple lines for a feat of this size as he stretched out each arm pointing at the alchemical horse. "Skidaddles Skidoodles, summon me some noodles." He yelled with triumph as several strands of pasta seemed to burst forth from his palms and begin coiling on the table, although it looked like they came directly our of his hands there was in fact a slight gap between their origen and his palms.
The Alchemical Horse had continued to hold up all that spaghetti; sure, there was a bit of creaking, but no ordinary table could hold 200 kg of anything. However, Juryrig was less impressed with his invention, which he had come to know very well and love like one of his own juryrigged children, and more in awe with Oliver making pasta, and lots of it. The con artist even said a cheesy line, too; Juryrig loved those one-liners! "You could do this?! I'd need to draw circles to do the same thing, and you're using one-liners and hands! THAT'S SO COOL! Come on, give it more, keep piling, I have yet to see it demonstrate its true capacity!"
"You're on Juryrig, hope you dont mind losing an invention this morning." Oliver stopped the stream of endless carbs and switched up his stance, now only holding one hand out infront of himself and the other gripping it at the wrist. "Bring the beef!" within a split second of the words leaving his lips beef mince piled onto the strands of pasta as Oliver began creating one of the biggest heavy-weight spaghetti bolognese dishes ever seen. While his one liner summons seemed cheesy he could actually use just abut any line that described the food in his mind, the one liners were the extra flare for a very special mad alchemist.
Each and every pound of beef that flew and landed on the ever-growing mountain of food was beginning to take its toll on the Horse, the weight pushing down halfway to the ground, hissing steam, gurgling profusely, and its creaks grew louder. Around 500 KG of weight, the oak wood was beginning to crack and splinter, and yet Juryrig gave no heed to those signs! Even as the mountain of food was becoming absolutely stupid, too. "Alchemy will fix it, don't worry about it! I need this to the very end!" Juryrig cackled. "Keep going, Alchemical Horse! Show him your strength!" With that bit of encouragement, the Alchemical Horse put all of its strength into standing straight, though it was clearly struggling.
Lowering his arm the food stream stopped once more as Oliver stood back and admired his handywork, the Alchemical Horse which Juryrig had held in such high regard was doing quite well all things considered, however he made a promise. "Time to say goodnight horsey, with the cherry on top, or rather the cheese on top." This time he assumed an almost prayer like pose with his hands together in front of his chest, "Reality bend, bring forth unholy cheese." instead of cheese flying from his hands a shimmering began above the mountain as a single, huge slice of cheese that seemed almost metalic slipped through whatever barrier seperated where it came from and their world. Landing on top it easily doubled the overall weight of the pile, "And with that, you're done."
The cheese landed on the pile with such force that it cratered around the Horse upon impact. It hissed steam constantly, at a temperature to heat all the food on top of it, and melting the cheese. Unyielding, the Horse tried to stand up again, but that would be the last time it would stand tall. Pipes burst, legs snapped, alchemical energy danced around the contraption as it made its last stand against Oliver, whom was limitless compared to it! Even with its great strength, it could never handle upwards to 800 KG of weight; it's made of mostly wood. "... That was so cool, I'm already jealous," Juryrig commented, not minding the fact that his invention is broken and buried under a bunch of food; instead, he was considering a several new inventions from this test between endurances. "So, you could get rid of all this, right...?"
Oliver stopped grinning at that moment, he'd gotten too into the moment and too excited. "Well, usually I stick to a fairly small limit so this situation doesn't happen... Guess the secret is no longer a secret with this sitting here, and to answer the question I am unable to simply whisk it away." His expression went from grinning to sheepish as he explianed there was nothing he could do. "Think anyone wil notice if we leave now and don't say anything?" he said staring at the huge pile of food sitting just a few meters from the ship.
Juryrig is a alchemists, and in alchemy, everything has a equivalent value. This means Juryrig could easily transmutate all that food into something with a greater value, and clear out the mess. Then again, this alchemist is Juryrig, a madman who spreads chaos for a noble cause, and who gives no shit about consequences. Naturally, he's more "Juryrig" than "Friendly Helpful Alchemist."
"Hmmmmm... Oh yeah, definitely! This mountain is slightly taller than the Downrider, and it smells a lot better than it, too. But don't worry about it, the wildlife will take care of it eventually! No way I could clear this, I'm afraid. Sorry pal!"
"Well then it's decided, the mountain stays... along with the crushed remains of your device. So what do we tell Dahlia when she asks?"
"You did it, not me." Juryrig said simply, and walked off, totting his heavy haversack with him.