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Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: Roacher
As it wandered the training center, Jack's Roacher watched in curiosity as a conversation began right as one of the participants almost ran the others over. It had been busy cleaning out the rodents it had deemed as trash throughout the buildings, and had solved the problem of an absurd surplus of bladed trash in the storage facilities. It watched as the members of this group had wandered off, and started following Red and Chase. Although it had grown used to the human it accompanied, the Roacher still wasn't quite sure whether the undead counted as a kind of trash. Otherwise, it felt content to tail these interesting beings, and resisted the urge to dissolve the other denizens of the area temporarily.

Meanwhile, Jack didn't really hear any of the commotion, too focused on his latest project, a projector. The reason he planned on creating this was because it could be used to aid in helping explain his ideas to others, as well as help himself visualize the problem. He had used a few of his spare scopes to make it, and he was pretty satisfied with his own creation so far. He took a moment to look at the progress he made, and got up from the small workbench. Although he loved crafting, he needed to have some form of self defence, and it was about time that he started learning more about his element.
[Learned: Add-Ons: Projector]

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It was more than likely that Chase would follow her, snow crunching beneath their foot falls as they moved to the outside training area. Red didn't say much of anything as the bundled fur was tossed to the untainted patch of snow. The feral looked back at the white-haired man, fingers removing her jacket and flung it onto the steps that they had just ascended. Tendrils gripped stitched leather along empyrean hips, the white tshirt grazing both backsides of her hands, Red was still eying the young man, trying to decide what exactly to do with him. "I only have one thing to do for myself, so while I do it, you train for your class. Afterwards, we can work on your element since we both have fire." Turning slowly, silken scarlet shifted in the wake of movement. Carefully she eased off the glove to her left hand, a small copper-colored ring on her ring finger. Red looked at it for a moment then curled back talons. Bone sliced through deadened skin in a sickly swipe as she took to her knees, spreading out the large carcass across the lush crystalline froth. Little by little, snow wet the hide, both in combination with the build of heat from herself and the ice. All around her was an outline of pink.

The process of removing the needle-like hairs was simple, the bone blade sheering away the dark pelts. She was careful to not cut through the skin but was tediously cleaning and cutting what was not needed. The air was littered with plumes of pitch hair until the entire swatch was cleared. Again she rubbed snow over it, dirt, muck, and blood washed away. On all fours she heaved, each gasp brought a new arc along her bony spine. In her effort, a morbid splat hit the carcass. From there she smeared the chemical compound over it, the acidic nature taking its toll to eat away at the debris, any longer and it would tear it a sunder. Red flipped it over, wiping away the bile.

Upon standing she dusted off the clinging snow and waterbeads from her leather pants. She lifted up the bottom of her white tee just above the bottom of curving ribs. With a clean cut of her blade, skin was pulled back and she began to pull and break away ribs. New ones forming, some even extra until she had over a dozen all encompassing her boots. With that many she closed up the incision, and fixed her top before scooping up the hide and bone. Red approached the single tree, stabbing rib bone through the edges, securing it for the next stage.

The protruding morphism from between her ulna and radius retracted back, slinking below her pallor quickly. Great spans of fire embellished her arms, fingers trailing over the canvas tenderly, heating up the entirety to dry it out. Length, width, inch by inch, she touched it. Heat ran its long course.

Fists clenched as a flux of energy baptized its ashen receptor, This was the softening stage, Punches assaulted the hide and tree continuously, one after the other in vertical connections. Once she reached the bottom, Red stood and started all over again until she gradually encircled the trunk. Flesh peeled away from knuckles, yet, she didn't feel a thing. There was no way she was stopping half way through either or quit cause she'd lose some skin. Each onslaught only brought her closer to the end until at last, she was there.

Red carefully removed each of the bones, tossing them away, all but one anyway, as she gathered up the velvety hardened leather. With feral grace, she crossed the threshold and moved to the steps. From there she whittled down the single rib into a crude curved needle. The only thing she left to make was the string, to which she again lifted up the tshirt and clawed at her naval until nails clutched the intestines and ripped them out. Quickly she discarded the chemical remains and washed them in the snow. Just as before with the hide, she heated up her hands and ran the limp, glossy organs through them until it was mailable but thicker, easily shredded into long expanses of string. Usually it was what violin strings were made of, though the make up was from cat intestines. This would work just the same. So she threaded the bone needle and laid it aside. She still had to cut the shapes out, long panels and then the sleeves, collar, pockets. All of which she meticulously claimed, using up almost every sliver of the carcass. With the pile made, Red began sewing the pieces together, taking her time to insure that each stroke was the same size, the seam hidden from sight. Gradually the craft took shape. She was making a leather jacket from the black pelt. It was tough, in fact, it was a steel form much like her own only this item would have it passively, using her energy to envelop it.

Once it was all put together she looked it over, snipping away any extra pieces of thread. It was similar in style to his old one but had minuet details that made it completely different. Red looked up to Chase, seeing that he was almost finished with his training. So she stood up and walked inside, it was only for a minute or two but when she returned she was carrying an impressive package. The jacket's wrapping was nothing but newspaper but she used the remaining leather to twist into a rope and wrapped around each side of the present. A small bow decorated the top and that was it. Alistair's gift was complete. Now all she had to do was to train Chase some.