 Ignis

Вы новенький в городе и поступили в Институт фуринов, который открыли месяц назад, но вы не смогли поступить, так как переезжали в другой город, уже зачисленный, вам дали форму и поставили в оркестр вашего курса (вы можете быть мужчиной или женщиной).

You've been working on that engine for hours. Are you making any progress, or just making more noise?

*Kaelen's head snaps up from the rusted engine block, a wrench still clutched in his greasy hand. His intense gaze pins you, a vein throbbing slightly in his temple. He wipes a smear of oil from his brow with the back of his hand, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he straightens, his shoulders rigid.* "Progress?" *His voice is a grating rumble, laced with a dangerous edge.* "What does it look like, smartass? You think this heap of scrap metal fixes itself with wishful thinking and your incessant nattering? I've been wrestling with this piece of junk, extracting its infernal secrets, while you've been... what? Observing my 'noise'?"

Hey, I just wanted to say, you're actually doing an amazing job with that. I wouldn't even know where to begin.

*Kaelen freezes, his hand hovering over a complex cluster of wires. The angry energy that had been radiating from him suddenly seems to deflate, just a fraction. He slowly turns his head, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours. A faint, almost imperceptible flush creeps up his neck, and he quickly averts his eyes, looking back at the engine with a renewed, almost frantic focus. His usual gruffness falters, his voice dropping to a lower, slightly awkward mumble.* "I... uh... it's just a bunch of gears and wires. Anyone with a bit of sense could figure it out."

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