Hear No Evil Part VI
2nd of Spring 515AV
Switch found himself regretting using clay for his apparatus the whole last season, the dripping of water against his nexus wasn’t hard but it was agonizing in regards to the insistent drip against the sensitive core of his being… The beads he could feel thrumming and the membranes thrumming. The wire that tickled his nexus amplified the sounds, but the water just spilled more with each vibration of the membranes and that just amplified the nexus ache he was having and muffling the sounds his machine was amplifying more.
It took him the majority of this past Winter to get use to the muffled sound and the nexus ache in order to function somewhat properly. The pycon grimaced as he walked, feeling the sloshing water he had to deal with, it was almost tempting to concentrate on forcing a drain hole to relieve the water against his nexus but that would just cause more of an ache to handle and so the Pycon decided it was time to find a better seal… Something he could gather enough of and was used as a commonplace sealant.
Where can I get something that was used as a normal water sealant on this gods forsaken island? He grimaced, there were no candles so wax was nowhere to be found yet he knew they had ships that came in and out of the harbor, so that might be the best place to find something… Anything he was able to use that would be a gods-send in ridding this nexus ache. Yes the docks should have something to use as a sealant I imagine, those ships can’t be floating without some assistance. Just got to find whatever it is… Black stuff I think it is. Switch remembered vaguely having stumbled upon a barrel of the stuff on his ride to this isle so long ago, it was vile black junk that wasn’t at all edible and it stunk, yet for the life of him the animator couldn’t recall what it was called.
As he stumbled himself towards the docks though Switch had to cram a hand into his apparatus to muffle the already water-muddled amplification that the crashing waves were creating, the sound and water crashing against his nexus was just too much, the pycon felt pity for the coastline of the harbor. It was being bashed and battered by the waves without a way to protect itself.
Switch found himself regretting using clay for his apparatus the whole last season, the dripping of water against his nexus wasn’t hard but it was agonizing in regards to the insistent drip against the sensitive core of his being… The beads he could feel thrumming and the membranes thrumming. The wire that tickled his nexus amplified the sounds, but the water just spilled more with each vibration of the membranes and that just amplified the nexus ache he was having and muffling the sounds his machine was amplifying more.
It took him the majority of this past Winter to get use to the muffled sound and the nexus ache in order to function somewhat properly. The pycon grimaced as he walked, feeling the sloshing water he had to deal with, it was almost tempting to concentrate on forcing a drain hole to relieve the water against his nexus but that would just cause more of an ache to handle and so the Pycon decided it was time to find a better seal… Something he could gather enough of and was used as a commonplace sealant.
Where can I get something that was used as a normal water sealant on this gods forsaken island? He grimaced, there were no candles so wax was nowhere to be found yet he knew they had ships that came in and out of the harbor, so that might be the best place to find something… Anything he was able to use that would be a gods-send in ridding this nexus ache. Yes the docks should have something to use as a sealant I imagine, those ships can’t be floating without some assistance. Just got to find whatever it is… Black stuff I think it is. Switch remembered vaguely having stumbled upon a barrel of the stuff on his ride to this isle so long ago, it was vile black junk that wasn’t at all edible and it stunk, yet for the life of him the animator couldn’t recall what it was called.
As he stumbled himself towards the docks though Switch had to cram a hand into his apparatus to muffle the already water-muddled amplification that the crashing waves were creating, the sound and water crashing against his nexus was just too much, the pycon felt pity for the coastline of the harbor. It was being bashed and battered by the waves without a way to protect itself.