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Wiping clean a brow full of sweat with his sleeve, Yohan's breaths were heavy as his head snapped back and forth in reference to his sketches, water and various oils were splashed against the floor as the young man seemed to be working himself to the point where it could probably count as 'intense exercise'.
Despite it all though, felt like he was making something.
Time didn't even feel like it was passing. He was in the moment. He was in 'the zone'.
Slowly but surely, one of his many blueprints was coming to life. An improved cooling system, that could improve the efficiency of some existing machines for ages, in theory. With this, machinery could work for longer... harder, faster... and with the addition of a few chemicals in the outlet system, rust wouldn't even be an issue with the usage of water.
Watching his creation come to life from paper, made by his own hands... Yohan Rye felt happy.
A wrench hung loosely from his hand, whitish teeth visible in an enthusiastic grin as he pushed up the goggles on his grease-stained face.
He felt happy.
Giving a slight jump out of this moment, a low voice acted as the hammer that cracked whatever prideful glass he was hiding behind right now, even if he was just working on a prototype. Ah... a visitor? That was nice, and certainly encouraging that a professor of all people seemed interested in his work. ...Hadn't he just started working, though? What even was the time...?
"Ah! Apologies, I was lost in the moment. Please... come in, come in," Yohan offered, a welcoming smile visible inbetween heavy breaths as he backed off a moment from the creation. Looking somewhat excitable as he tightened a few bolts around the thing, the inventor took a moment to ponder a question. ...Wait... was it his first time here? He couldn't really remember.
"...Erm... I don't think so?" Regardless of how odd the answer sounded, Yohan continued on as if it were nothing. "Either way, I've always had a bit of a problem with actually making my project happen, see. Sure, my ideas on paper were good enough to get me here... but... I've only stuck to silly little ideas." Yohan took his cap off to scratch his head, his eyes widening abruptly as he seemed to remember something. "...Ah! Yes, I remember now! The 'Propulsor Mark Five'... it was my first silly little 'proper creation' in here. Dangerous, stupid, mostly pointless... but certainly entertaining! Imagine all of the reckless individuals lining up, just to make their sweetheart laugh as they get propelled twenty feet into the air and land with a splash. I know many types that'd try it out, at least..." Yohan gave a suitcase under a table a loud tap.
"I didn't work down here much after creating that. Just more sketches, sketches, sketches... but... gah, where does that get you? But... something hit me, I suppose. You only get one shot at life, right? I might as well try some of my more 'ambitious' ideas." The young man grinned, before stepping forth an extending a hand. The man was clearly a professor, and one who sported a mustache that was an artform within itself. Yohan couldn't think to treat him with anything other than profound respect.
"Yohan Rye. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"
Despite it all though, felt like he was making something.
Time didn't even feel like it was passing. He was in the moment. He was in 'the zone'.
Slowly but surely, one of his many blueprints was coming to life. An improved cooling system, that could improve the efficiency of some existing machines for ages, in theory. With this, machinery could work for longer... harder, faster... and with the addition of a few chemicals in the outlet system, rust wouldn't even be an issue with the usage of water.
Watching his creation come to life from paper, made by his own hands... Yohan Rye felt happy.
A wrench hung loosely from his hand, whitish teeth visible in an enthusiastic grin as he pushed up the goggles on his grease-stained face.
He felt happy.
Giving a slight jump out of this moment, a low voice acted as the hammer that cracked whatever prideful glass he was hiding behind right now, even if he was just working on a prototype. Ah... a visitor? That was nice, and certainly encouraging that a professor of all people seemed interested in his work. ...Hadn't he just started working, though? What even was the time...?
"Ah! Apologies, I was lost in the moment. Please... come in, come in," Yohan offered, a welcoming smile visible inbetween heavy breaths as he backed off a moment from the creation. Looking somewhat excitable as he tightened a few bolts around the thing, the inventor took a moment to ponder a question. ...Wait... was it his first time here? He couldn't really remember.
"...Erm... I don't think so?" Regardless of how odd the answer sounded, Yohan continued on as if it were nothing. "Either way, I've always had a bit of a problem with actually making my project happen, see. Sure, my ideas on paper were good enough to get me here... but... I've only stuck to silly little ideas." Yohan took his cap off to scratch his head, his eyes widening abruptly as he seemed to remember something. "...Ah! Yes, I remember now! The 'Propulsor Mark Five'... it was my first silly little 'proper creation' in here. Dangerous, stupid, mostly pointless... but certainly entertaining! Imagine all of the reckless individuals lining up, just to make their sweetheart laugh as they get propelled twenty feet into the air and land with a splash. I know many types that'd try it out, at least..." Yohan gave a suitcase under a table a loud tap.
"I didn't work down here much after creating that. Just more sketches, sketches, sketches... but... gah, where does that get you? But... something hit me, I suppose. You only get one shot at life, right? I might as well try some of my more 'ambitious' ideas." The young man grinned, before stepping forth an extending a hand. The man was clearly a professor, and one who sported a mustache that was an artform within itself. Yohan couldn't think to treat him with anything other than profound respect.
"Yohan Rye. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?"