Tiffanian
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Re: Heroes for Hire (Save the Desert Group!)
With Zahra’s announcement the old cat began to work at the console again, pressing buttons furiously. She was already watching the various moving displays, he didn’t have to tell her to, because she didn’t have anything else to do until he was done with whatever it was he was doing. There were four of them, multicolored and always fluctuating, but all of them stayed pretty consistently between a quarter and a third of the way full, never really approaching the danger zone Verja had warned her about. He was hitting buttons again, slowly now, taking his time with this part. He was silent and focused, and the catgirl wasn’t about to interrupt him if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. It took a matter of minutes, probably no more than ten or fifteen in total, before the mage told her to power down the machine. She slowly pulled orange back down to the bottom, taking her time as he had told her to earlier, and then took a moment to flick off the pain dampers. A few seconds later she had lowered the yellow lever, and began to count in her head. Roughly a minute later she gradually lowered the red and blue levers, powering down the machine… When it was complete, and she hadn’t exploded anything, the archer breathed a sigh of relief, saying "done," though the way he seemed nervous was transferring to her as she waited for her only friend to emerge from the tank, her tail still bushy with stress.
With Zahra’s announcement the old cat began to work at the console again, pressing buttons furiously. She was already watching the various moving displays, he didn’t have to tell her to, because she didn’t have anything else to do until he was done with whatever it was he was doing. There were four of them, multicolored and always fluctuating, but all of them stayed pretty consistently between a quarter and a third of the way full, never really approaching the danger zone Verja had warned her about. He was hitting buttons again, slowly now, taking his time with this part. He was silent and focused, and the catgirl wasn’t about to interrupt him if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. It took a matter of minutes, probably no more than ten or fifteen in total, before the mage told her to power down the machine. She slowly pulled orange back down to the bottom, taking her time as he had told her to earlier, and then took a moment to flick off the pain dampers. A few seconds later she had lowered the yellow lever, and began to count in her head. Roughly a minute later she gradually lowered the red and blue levers, powering down the machine… When it was complete, and she hadn’t exploded anything, the archer breathed a sigh of relief, saying "done," though the way he seemed nervous was transferring to her as she waited for her only friend to emerge from the tank, her tail still bushy with stress.