rebuilding [closed]

[blue_ice]

Who: kaiba & clef
Where: standard car
When: Jelly 17
What: Time to make a game.
Warnings: Nothing comes to mind! Just nerd stuff happening.


After the whirlwind excitement of the day before, Seto is ready to get back to work. He'd asked Clef about something previously, and with the usual mid-month point additions, they should now be ready to move.

He seeks out his future business partner and asks, once he's found:

"Hey. Did the parts come in?"

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[guru_clef]

"Better," Clef said, looking up. One of books he was working with vanished into his gem. In its place came the laptop he had been building. He held up the book he had been copying and making notes from to show the (painfully) tall man. Seriously, why did anyone need to be that tall?

The book was titled "Icchan's Guide for prototypical Efforts", and was very thick. And if Kaiba should open it, very dense and dry technical specifications. "I have finished the programing laptop and this has enough information on the components that between us we should be able to have a prototype soon. Depending on our focus, perhaps by the end of the night. Certainly by the end of the week. If you have time available now?"

[blue_ice]

"Now's fine," Kaiba agrees, setting his briefcase on the table and flipping it open. He has a few notes stashed away on his laptop in preparation for this day, but...it's Clef's show now.

He cracks open the book, brow furrowing as he tries to process the information.

"I'll need more coffee if this getting done tonight," he jokes. "It's a little much even for my brain."

[guru_clef]

"Very well," he said. He gestured and a large mug appeared filled to the brim with steaming hot liquid. It was more milk and sugar than it was coffee, but it still qualified. For some people.

Clef floated himself and his work over to sit on the table so they were close enough to work together. On the one hand, he was very glad for a project that wasn't life and death. On the other... Who he had been during this Storm was far from his best self, and working on Angel tech was bringing up so many unpleasant memories. Not that he had been treated poorly while working with Piffle, because he hadn't been, but because of who he had been. What had driven him.

Small things were coming back the more he worked. That coffee, remembering the dire threats he made against Icchan if the man came anywhere near him with anything wriggly. The feeling of hearing children laugh and rather than being pleased, being annoyed that the tech wasn't there yet, wasn't good enough yet. Being frustrated that bringing joy to kids wasn't enough.

But still, he had committed to the work, so he was doing it. Zelda and Link had never bothered with the Angels he had made them, but if anyone here enjoyed them... that would make up some for who he had been then. And if they liked them enough to spend points buying books to trade for them... that helped everyone.

"I wrote out a lot of the code needed for the basic start up and design phase, if you want to transfer that from my notes, I can start working on the physical creation of the prototype. If you see anything in the code that seems off, let me know. The code is a mix of my memories and the notes in the book. We never put the whole of anything in any one document, so I may have made errors in reconstructing the software. The hardware I have more of a handle on after refreshing myself with the manual."

He handed Kaiba a notebook of several pages of handwritten computer code, with documentation. And of course since it was hand written in a notebook, it had not yet been compiled or tested...

[blue_ice]

This part, at least, Kaiba knew he could do. He started to debug everything he could find, cross-referencing to ensure the function remained as inspected.

"If they're as incredible as you say, it'll be worth it---wow. I'm amazed you hand-wrote the code this well."

[guru_clef]

He looked up. "Hand writing comes more easily to me than typing," he said simply. He was holding his hands apart from each other, focusing as a device was slowly starting to take shape between them. The heavy dense guide and his notes floated to either side of him, pages turning at need. He went back to focusing, sweat beading his brow as he worked.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba paused to watch the creation with some interest...this Bending really did have incredible potential.

But he didn't want to make Clef self-conscious, so he soon got back to work. "You sure you don't need coffee? I can get it the normal way for you, it'll just be a few minute walk."

[guru_clef]

"I made that for you. There is no reason to expend effort going elsewhere for sustenance when I can create it as it is needed," he said, distracted by his work.

[blue_ice]

"Bending something this complex takes a lot of time and energy...right?"

He's still not entirely clear on that. He resumes his coding, lifting his head to check on Clef.

"I can grab what you need. We can't risk the design phase going wrong."

[guru_clef]

"Well yes, but going all the way to the kitchen car and back takes more." Not everyone has such long legs as you do, Kaiba. Clef uses magic to travel throughout the train or it would take him forever to get anywhere. He's tiny. "And what it takes most is focus over time. And Knowledge. Focusing on transport spells in the middle can lead to mistakes."

[blue_ice]

Kaiba shakes his head. "I didn't mean you, I would walk. My work can be paused without much of a problem."

It's not an offer he'd make for just anyone. "But I'm putting 'coffee in every car' on the list of projects next."

[guru_clef]

"Ah," he said, to the clarification. "Either way then, I suppose. I cannot promise I will remember to ask while I focus." Or remember to eat...

"I recall when I used to drink coffee... I do not miss that dependancy."

[blue_ice]

"It's not the worst thing to be dependent on," Kaiba admits to himself, but he resumes his work anyway. After quite a while of translating and adjusting...he thinks he has a basic foundation for it all, and turns the screen.

"Could you take a look when you get the chance? No rush. Well. Unless the train knocking us out mid-adjustment will hurt things."

[guru_clef]

"Are we that close to that time already?" he asked, making a face. "I rather dislike the practice of the train feeling it knows better than we do when we should rest."