3rd of Winter, 512 AV
With a steady hand, Thomas slowly began the blueprints for a basic alarm golem. Nothing special or flashy, but still, it would be his first animation on Sahova.
"Even though I've been on this damn island for a whole season," Thomas whispered bitterly, hoping no one would call on him today. He was still finding it difficult to believe
he hadn't managed anything while here, and finding increasingly annoying that the master animation duo only saw fit to call on him for busy work. Or better said, work a Nuit couldn't be bothered to do.
He sighed again, using a compass to draw a large circle over the piece of blank paper. Honestly, Thomas had no idea what he was doing -- his animations on Mura had been limited to whatever he could get his hands on; small toys, clothes, he had even animated a door once -- but nothing he had built from scratch.
"THOMAS! C'MON O'ER HERE."
The gruff voice cut straight through the low rumble of the collective echo that was Lab 15. The clank of tools against hard metal, the scratching of pen to paper -- Cid's voice rang clear to the young pulser's ears.
"Of course," Thomas scowled, angrily throwing his would be blueprints away. Apparently, he wasn't getting anything accomplished today, either.
Cid was a pulser, and better yet, a human. Luckily, this meant Thomas got along much better with the old man then the two actual masters -- still, he was stationed directly under Filch, so Thomas couldn't get too friendly with the master apprentice. He would still have to do whatever he said, and with a smile. Oh, how the unconnected lived on the isle of the undead.
"Alright," the wrinkled pulser growled as Thomas approached, "Ya see those scrolls?" he gestured to a large pile of scrolls, various designs etched on the parchment, "One, yer gunna have ta copy all the blueprints. They're yer standard golems; y'know, witness, librarians, and observers. Nothin' too impressive, now, I want all them scrolls organized on to those shelves by TYPE. Got that, newbie?"
Thomas nodded, "And you want all of them copied and organized?" he asked, hoping he had misheard. This was not looking to spend his afternoon copying and organizing blueprints.
"Did I stutter? Nah, lad, you'll do all the copies and then organize them like. I. said. Understood?" Cid asked, and Thomas nodded.
"And take notes, you might learn a thing or two 'bout gadgeterring," The older pulser muttered, turning back to his work.