Archive Base-ics

A fox drags a friend around, checking out various places and dicussing matters of some and no import.

Estelle
Shibuya

It's a lovely morning in Shibuya; construction is apace, and more and more buildings have been raised and restored. People, Adventurer and Lander both, move through the streets, going about their business. Today, this includes a stellar fox and the fishy friend she's practically dragging along, as they move about from some of the larger sites yet another building could be raised.

"I don't think that last one would've had enough space for expansion, though." Estelle muses aloud, having wanted a second opinion on potential places to set up the NWA library. "And Uta and some of the others have talked about doing a number of things to increase the stock, and encouraging it. And I've no idea how many books already exist that we could find for it." Her tails flick and curl behind her, ears flicking. "I want a solid foundation to work from, in a number of ways."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

If Ariel was to sing at Jazz, 'I want to be where the people are', her simple answer would just be an exasperated, 'WHY?!'.

Which is why Estelle is having to drag her aloing in the first place. Despite her considerable assistance to various Shibuya projects, the Undine spends as little time as possible in there herself, preferring to be out on her own two feet doing something on her own. Dangerously. Somehow, she has actually managed to avoid dying while doing this thus far. "Mmhmm," she says, eyes wide as she looks around. Anxiety, no doubt. There are PEOPLE here. Lots of them. Some of them even know her and offer friendly waves. Silver Swords types, mostly. That's her guild after all.

"Always good to have a solid base."
Estelle
Shibuya

The vixen doesn't see Jazz's comfort as an issue for the trip so much as something to be overcome in small doses. To help her develop a tolerance. Especially given the undine's guildmates around, and the welcomes they're sending the sea witch's way. So the dragging continues, pale fingers gripping at a sleeve instead of Jazz's actual body.

"Yes." There's a nod, in response to those scarce words. "And the location needs to be auspicious, as well. Uta wants to turn each library into a shrine to one of the goddesses. The Beautiful One, in our case, and her chains of duty and grace. That requires a kind of foundation all its own." And is why she's been casting lots at each location, and making note of how they lay. She'll plot it out on a map of the city later.

"Oh, right. I've also made some progress on the Cleaner Issue." She mentions, as they step into the next abandoned building - some sort of old, crumbling manor by the look of it. An outer wall has collapsed. "The acid they're composed of does react to bases, as chemically standard, and I've started mixing some up in my spare time. Experimenting to see what I can get my hands on and produce. I think I can have some things ready for when we go in to solve the problem. I can store it in some gourds, and the slime will eat through the gourd and release the chemical inside itself!"
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

Jazz's face scrunches up, at this, in fact. She knows what Estelle is trying to do! Of course, face-scrucnhing on *that* particular face merely makes her look particularly anime and twee.

She is, in fact, tugged along.

"I'm sure," she agrees, "But I wouldn't know *where*. I don't spend much time here, aside from helping with the Shield school when it was being built and --"

And then she's pausing because Estelle went on to talk about the Cleaners and she's nodding a long thoughtfully. "Oh, that's good, at least. We can put together some alchemical baking soda, perhaps, or at least something akin to that. I'll work with you." SOmething tangible to focus on that interests her is good.
Estelle
Shibuya

"I just want your opinions on the buildings as a base to work from, or if the most auspicious location needs to be torn down and rebuilt." The Astrologian answers, to counterpoint Jazz's lack of knowledge in the city's layout. "People who need or want to use the library will come to it, no matter where in the city it is. At least until the idea catches on and more are made, anyway, though that could be awhile." Her tone is pensive, there, before she brushes it off and moves on to the other topic.

"Baking Soda could work. It's... CO2, water, and sodium carbonate, I think? And that's all naturally occuring." A hand wobbles back and forth, even as she pokes her head into crumbling rooms and pokes at ruined stairs, humming softly. She finds the center of the building, and kneels down to shake a bag of lots and cast them out, making note of what markings fall where in a little journal.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"...if it all works like it should. However the game models it is an open question, especially depending on what crafting method we want to use," Jazz muses. After all, there's the menu and ... not.

She puts a hand to the back of her hgead, letting her hair wiggle through her fingers. While it is not quite alive, it is never quite *still* at times, alwayys a bit like it's in the wter, even whewn it isn't. "Assuming someone doesn't sabotage the efforts. Do you have any thoughts towards a method for ... verifying the accuracy of what's in the archives at this point?"
Estelle
Shibuya

"A fair point. I'm sure we can think of something, though. The soaps I've chosen are on the stronger end for /soaps/, but that's still not the best for what we want. I'm trying for some stronger bases, too, but we'll see how that pans out." The gamne-life dichotomy is still one she struggles with at times, but they all seem to. So she gives a little shrug, there, and starts gathering up the lots, brushing her thumbs across the signs and symbols carved into them before they go back into their pouch.

"But, no, I don't know any true method of verifying contents... beyond the fact that bookmaking isn't a major industry, and to fake a book is still a fair deal of effort. Only the menu would work to get around it, really. I mean, there's the ancient japanese method of carving wooden blocks and using those to reproduce art and pages, but that still requires all the time to carve page by page. And writing a book by hand is no small effort, either. Otherwise, it's all on each individual scholar's aptitude in discerning fact from fiction."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Mmn. The difficulty *helps*, I agree," says Hazz.

"But there are those who are going to jealously protect things they've unearthed. Knowledge being power and all that." She glances back towards Estelle, studying her for a moment.

"Wonder how long before we get the printing press?"
Estelle
Shibuya

"A true scholar seeks to share their knowledge, for all learning is built on the work of those who came before." Estelle responds with a slight huff. "Those who seek to hide it away from the world aren't scholars, they're intellectual misers." There's a shake of her head, star-spangled hair flicking around her. "And when they pass, their discoveries will be lost alongside their pride."

"... but." She sets that fierce opinion aside. "It will probably be awhile for the printing press. Someone will have to sit down and do all the letters, in a large enough amount to handle a page, for the configurable plates. And, really, get multiple presses going so that many pages can be done at a time. We're probably going to see a typewriter first, honestly, given an understanding of modern mechanical engineering. The lever system is a bit complex, but..." She gives a shrug, and then makes a few more notes about the buidling in her journal.

Then she tries to snag a sleeve again, and pull Jazz along to the next location.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I wasn't thinking about true scholars, anyways. Just manipulative graspers instead," she muses. Jazz then allows herself to be dragged along. She makes a face one more time, fat lot of good or does her.

"I mean, I suppose I can see the typewriter... Seems wasteful, though. And speaking of waste, really ought to see if we can take advantage of the next summer solstice..."
Estelle
Shibuya

"The graspers are likely just not to contribute anything than to sabotage efforts. It's useful for them, too, even if they're unlikely to share whatever results." There's a shake of her head, and a sigh. Even as she steadfastly ignores the faces her friend is making.

"And how is it a waste? It allows for more easy production of pages and notes, and the ability to reproduce things is a little more tiring than with a true printing press, but you can have a number of them going in a smaller space. I'm sure someone will make a press anyway, though. Easier to insert images with one of them." Her tails flick happily behind her, as she looks around to orient herself, and then tugs her captive down a different street.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I suppose you have a point on that front, but the amount of time and resources going into just ones which can just produce one note... I don't know, feels like there a better uses than that just get... Graspers gonna grasp. Good thing Uta unsurprisingly thought to ensure that it's not a single archive, though." She reached over to tug Estelle's sleeve towards a building that caught her eye.
Estelle
Shibuya

There's a pause as Estelle's sleeve is tugged, and she glances over - and lets herself be led along towards the building that's caught Jazz's interest. "Redundancy is the name of the game, for splitting things up. And reducing travel time." She doesn't let go of the Undine's sleeve until they're inspecting the ruin, so there's a long moment where they're clutching each other by the fabric. "She figured the spread would be a good safeguard against those who'd feel threatened by the collection and dispersal of knowledge - the same with the shrines, really. Attacking an archive is one thing, attacking a place dedicated to the Gods..." She trails off, letting it speak for itself.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"'Gods'," remarks Jazz, thoughtfully.

She has her doubts, of course. "The 'Beautiful' one 'noticed' me when I completed my mapping expedition to Tsushima. I still have the follow up quest in my log to unearth ancient secrets. Still working on that one. Excavating Tsushima didn't really get me much further, but the Waystone might. We'll be able to move ahead with that soon, and maybe get a nice little trading village built on the island by the Zorah clan, permissions granted. Anything that makes it harder on the Leviathins is going to be useful." She lets go of the fabric and then bends down to inspect a charred wood and strcuture. "Mmn."
Estelle
Shibuya

"Did she, now? Well, it was said that the Gods are tied into certain paths to power - a Traveller confirmed it, even, when discussing a language of power." The vixen's tone is thoughtful, as she considers it. "Interesting that it's tied into a quest like that, though." Her tails swirl in a curious little pattern, even as she steps away from Jazz to start circling the rubble, making notes about how it lies and doing her casting of lots to measure them. "Told us it was best left to lie unknown, though. Which only makes me more curious."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Did it, now," echoes Jazz, using a similar construction to Estelle's initial opening in her response. Is she teasing her?

"...no one has ever left anything alone just because they were told to, and in fact, telling someone something is 'better left alone' is a good way to ensure that they do exactly the opposite of that."
Estelle
Shibuya

Jazz gets a pebble thrown her way, at that teasing echo, alongside a brief pout.

"He seemed earnest about it, but yes. His refusal to answer questions was almost as frustrating as the information that the Travellers decided the stars weren't for them anymore, and turned their gaze away. The Heavens are apparently a sore subject for them!" There's a low growl, before Estelle takes a deep breath and shakes it off. "Apparently it would only piss them off to inquire about filling in the wholes in our stellar knowledge of this world."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Are they?" says Jazz, frowning. "why would they be a sore spot?" She turns towards her now, the pebble having bounced off her relatively unobserved by her. "I haven't met one of these so-called 'Travellers' yet, though I hear about them. I still don't grasp what they could be."
Estelle
Shibuya

"Like I said; he refused to elaborate. He just mentioned that some of the others weren't nearly as patient as he, and not to bother them about or they might take offense." That growling tone bleeds back into things, silver eyes narrowed as she stares into the rubble, before she takes another long moment to calm herself. In, and out. "This was Ganesha, of the two in my report. I never did see Hestia, just heard her spoken of by the others. And they seem to have been around for... awhile."

"Ganesha claimed to be behind the first Werefangs." A beat, and then a significant look. "Which did remind me of how Spatjahr called some of us the equivalent of mark twos, hm?"
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Yes, inn addition to all the other weird stuff," muses Jazz. "I've heard Ganesha mentioned repeatedly but I haven't really grasped the others. I'm usually far from wherever it is they turn up." She hunkers down and sifts throuh some charcoal, letting the black residue sift through her fingers as she studies it. "I find them worrisome but there seems little we can do about it now, beyond trying to get a better understanding of Calamities."
Estelle
Shibuya

"Yeah, I can't speak about the others." She shakes her head, and steps away from the wreck to study the rest of the property, and sketch out how large it is in her mind, humming thoughtfully. "Just him. He had a mask that let him meld stone, apparently a gift that approximated something he could do himself, once but no longer. It sounds like that's a general trend among them."

"It makes me wonder if their dread at certain topics is because of that 'weakness', or related to the cause of it."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Interesting. I was never thinking of Ganesha associated with Stone. I suppose, though, that they may not bear much resemblance to their namesakes. Does he at least heave an elepphant head? If not, it's cultural appropriation that makes me angry."

Her tone is not sincere about this. Still, she toes at a smudge. "What about right here?" She asks, of the building they're in. It's ramshackle, but a sufficiently sized, multi room affair. It's not pretty, however.
Estelle
Shibuya

"He had an elephant mask?" The vixen replies, wagging a hand back and forth. But the topic is taken with as much seriousness as it was delivered, as she continues sifting through the building. "As for this spot... I'll add it to the list. Most of them are going to require a fair bit of work, looking at it all." There's a shake of her head, and a sigh. "Thankfully, as the headquarters shows, we do have people who can handle this sort of thing - or, at least, source that sort of labour."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"They will," agrees Jazz. "I wasn't sure if this one could work, but it's... not bad. And it's not too far away from the heart of Shibuya, such as it is." Proximity matters. Who wants to wander off too deep amongst ruined buildings?

...other than Jazz., And Estelle.
Estelle
Shibuya

Estelle is an explorer, so wandering off into ruins is normal behaviour for her. Picking through them, as well.

Still, the reconstructed portion of Shibuya growing... "Putting it a little further out wouldn't be terrible, though. Still, centralizing important buildings - and the library will, hopefully, end up important - is still a good idea. Puts it closer to a response group if something does happen." Her tone is thoughtful, and she flips through her journal to make some notes earlier on in it - scribbling them ino the margins.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

When Estelle suggests putting in closer for a response group, Jazz taps her nose. It's what she was thinking. "Convenience, centralization, ease, and eyesight. You don't want it to be somewhere people won't see who's coming and going. We're not so big that that isn't a real threat, and sooner or later, a bored players will be a bored, destructive player."

Jazz has a typyically dim view.
Estelle
Shibuya

"We can only hope it doesn't get that bad, with everything to do; exploration, tower climbing, and wave preperation. I'd say 'earning their daily bread', too, but some old accounts doubtlessly have enough funds and items squirrelled away to last them months more." Estelle shakes her head, sighing. "But, someone getting a destructive urge happened enough Before that it could, doubtlessly, happen now. I just don't like thinking that of people." Her tails flick behind her in agitation, as she tucks the journal away.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Nothing lasts forever but if you want something to last at all, you have to deal with the imp of the perverse and the kids who want to kick over your sand castle, like or not." She turns, now, to face her. "They always do, whatever bullshit reason springs to mind." That's our Jazz. Such a cheery presence.
Estelle
Shibuya

"I much prefer the starfish kids." comes the likely-expected admission, sticking to the beach theme. There's another shake of Estelle's head, and she stills her tails. "But, you're right. We should knock on the bridge before crossing it." There's a sigh, before the fox finds a relatively intact and clean stone to sit on. "How've things been with your projects, by the way? How's Spatjahr holding up?"
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I haven't been back for a short time but she was safely recharging the last time we spoke," remarks Jazz, a hand going to her chin. Her tentacles twitch.

"Mifa has otherwise been throwing me into training because I was trying to understand the 'blackest hearts of the ocean' better." She snorts.
Estelle
Shibuya

"Ah, yes. You'd mentioned that... awhile ago. I had some thought to assisting, but my schedule was full handling other matters. It's started easing up, but I'd probably be a disruption at this point." A beat, two. "... besides, my understanding of the depths of the Void are likely on par with yours of the ocean's dark reaches, also."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"It's all right," says Jazz, indicating such with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Uta and Pela are both regularly harassing me over chim to make sure I'm 'training'." She heaves a sigh at that. "I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time, anyway." She casually cleans a little dirt from a fingernail.
Estelle
Shibuya

"Submersing your heart in the deepst of the abyssal depths, through metaphor and metaphysics?" comes the teasing lilt, Estelle's chin resting on woven fingers, elbows on knees. "Resonating with the rumbles and croons of the creatures that lurk in the waters below, where the light of the heavens dare not breach? Taking in the predatory lessons of trickery and venom that the abyssal creatures practice, in a realm nothing else can naturally withstand?"
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Repeatedly swiping buttons on a semi invisible menu, too, don't forget that," Jazz snaps her fingers in front of her eyes. Sprouting around her feet are kelpy vines that snake up and wrap around charred wood and poke through the gaps in the wall. "Darkest oceans, yadda yadda..."
Estelle
Shibuya

"I'll admit, all of my Dark spells are tied to the horrors that lurk in the darkness between stars... Lovecraftian style. The ones I mainly use are actually tied to verses of those sorts of songs." She clears her throat, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath... and her voice takes on a vaguely haunted tone;

"Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
    Lost Carcosa..."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I understand Lovecraft is popular in Japan," agrees Jazz. "I liked him except for the part where he'd probably be writing horror stories about, like, air conditioners if he'd survived. Well, that and Italians."

Jazz gives an approving nod at the recitation of the Carcosian poetry, however, and its tone. "Darkness between the stars, blackest hearts of the oceanic abyss or whatever. I think there's a theme here." A slightly dry tone as she looks down at one pink-bow covered shoe.
Estelle
Shibuya

"There are uneducated undertones in a lot of his work, yes. And he /did/ do one based around air conditioning, actually; a man had managed to preserve himself beyond death through chemistry, but it relied on a careful temperature balance maintained by a state-of-the-art conditioning system. It broke down beyond easy repair, and he had to have ice shipped in constantly and by the barrow..." Those astral tails flick and curl behind her, a fang-filled smile on her lips. "But it wasn't enough, and the protagonist walked in to find him literally melting in his bathtub, surrounded by half-melted ice. His flesh sloughing away with all the decay he'd managed to fend off."

"But, yes. There is a trend. 'The night is dark and full of terrors', as they say. We fear what lies beyond sight, what cannot be seen." Estelle's grin shifts into a more pensive expression, tooth and fang hidden. "And so it is to those things we ascribe that which terrors and torments. For what could be lurking there?" She lifts her chin from her hands, and spreads them wide.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I wondef if that's what I thought that. I did a whole bunch of Lovecraft reading decades ago," muses Jazz, thoughtfully.

"Of *course* he died in the bathrub," she mutters.

"And yes, full of mystery and weirdness and the unknown and..." Her face screws up briefly at the last bit and she adds, "Probably tentacles."
Estelle
Shibuya

"Well, squids and octopi are things. And krakens, now, among other things." The vixen points out, one hand gesturing off towards the distance shoreline. "Not to mention whatever forms the Leviathans take..." There's a shake of her head, and a shrug. "Giant Squid probably influenced those sorts of tales, Before. Now they're far more true for us... because everyone draws upon those tales, in some way."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Yeah, and Japan is Japan," muses Jazz. She steps towards Estelle thereafdter. The ground beneath her feet crunches. She looks down.

"Uh oh."

Crrrunch.

Crrrrrrrrrrunch. That is a definite shifting wood sound.
Estelle
Shibuya

That ominous crunch and the sound of shifting wood draw a very simple, and snap, reaction out of Estelle. "Scutum, shield of the skies, I bear you now to protect my allies. A bulwark of stellar might, to guard in the darkest night." The chant is rushed through, to get silvery light wrapping around Jazz as fast as possible. She's also darted to her feet, wand in hand, as she starts considering a safe way to extract the undine from the situation.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

IT's a good thing, too, because the ground goes 'crack and crunch' and then the wood gives awayy and Jazz experiences a short drop, prhaps three feet, into the foundation of the house.

She lands on her butt.

"Ow," she grunts.
Estelle
Shibuya

The vixen peers into the hole, and then gives a sigh of relief at how short the drop is. She gives some testing presses of her foot, and then kneels down to offer Jazz a hand up. "At least it was so short. Imagine it was a real basement, and the rest of the room came down atop you." Her words are grim, tone worried. "I'll have to make a note of the shoddy foundations, though the crawl space could be useful..."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

Jazz is short. So that means the hole she fell down comprises ... most of her height. SHe just LOOKS at Estelle until the hand is offered and she starts trying to haul herself out of it. "Erf.. oof..." Scrape. RIIIIP. Her skirt caught on the edge of a wood and just tore.

She looks down at it. "Oh," she says, "I forgot I was wearing a skirt."
Estelle
Shibuya

The vixen shakes her head, at that tearing soup, and reaches out with her wand to carefully unhook the fabric. It won't undo the damage, but. "I have a cloak I can loan you for modesty." She murmurs, even as she helps pull her friend up out of the hole. Said cloak is quickly produced; a simple, unpatterned black cloth. It is a little long for Jazz, though.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I can fix it," says Jazz, "Apparently my 'maid class' came with 'tailoring' as a skill. I can repair the durability damage in a short amount of time." Lambent eyes blink up at the vixen. "Hm. I wonder." And then she sits down on the edge of the hole, taking the cloak with a thankful nod. "You're always kind, Estelle," she offers.
Estelle
Shibuya

"Maid does have Tailoring, yes." She'd say she's 'surprised', but the undine has mentioned she didn't make her own character. She takes a seat back on her rock, watching Jazz settle in with legs dangling. "I've got spares. And, like I said, I'm more the kind for the Starfish Child. Are you familiar weith that parable?" Out comes her journal, making note of the foundations like she said she would.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"I'm afraid not, actually, though I had a sense of what it might mean when you mentioned it originally," answers Jazz, musingly. She produces needle and thread from her inventory as she sett4les the cloak across her lap, intending to politely fix it, absently. She's, as always, a *little* less than focused.

"Tell it to me."
Estelle
Shibuya

"Once upon a time," the vixen begins with that famous invocation, a chant beyond all Artes, "there was an old man who used to walk the shore for inspiration." Her chin finds its way onto woven fingers again, silver eyes watching her audience at work. "He tended to pace the beach every morning, before he got to work. On this morning, the beach was covered with starfish washed ashore by a storm the night before. They littered it as far as the eye could see, in either direction." Her voice is soft, sinking deeper into the role of the Storyteller.

"As he walked along, he saw someone coming from the other direction - pausing every now and then, to bend down and throw something into the water." One of her tails curls around, and flicks a rock across the ground as if it was skipping a stone across water. "When he got close, it turned out to be a young boy. 'Good morning! May I ask what you're doing?' he hollered. And the boy reached down, and picked up a starfish to throw into the tide. 'I'm helping the starfish! When the sun gets high, all the ones on the beach will die.'" Another stone is flicked across the yard, rolling to rest by the first, and every so often another joins it.

"'But there must be thousands of starfish on this beach.' the old man replied, for it was a long stretch of shore. 'I'm afraid you won't make much of a difference.'" Estelle's ears twitch, there. "And so the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it into the water. 'I made a difference for that one.'" A fifth rock joins the pile, and then her tails still.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"..mmn. I can see why you like it. Kindness," agrees Jazz, thoughtfully. She finishes the automatd durability repair and sewing, actually, having used a little bit of the cloak she was given as fuel for it.

She offers it back. "There we go! All done. I guess I should probably twirl or something to show it off." She makes no move to twirl. It's just an acknowledgment of what woiuld be expectations at some point. "I approve of the Starfish parable greatly."
Estelle
Shibuya

"It's a good one, isn't it?" Estelle agrees, to both the 'kindness' and 'approval' comments. She takes the cloak back when it's offered, though, and stows it away again. "Right. That might be enough poking around for the day. I have options to consider and have the more construction-based folks check out. Price estimates are likely going to make me grimace, though." There's a shake of her head, and the vixen stands up. "Thanks for coming along, even if I had to drag you at first."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"It's all right. I don't mind keeping you company, really. You're more tolerable than some."

There may be some dry humor there, even if she doesn't smile. She does move closer to Estelle, then, though, and adds, "Thank you for trying to get me out of the hole." Dry again.
Estelle
Shibuya

"I'll take that as a compliment!" The fox chirps, bobbing her head. "You're good company, even if you can be a little dour." A silver eye winks at the Undine, even as she offers a hand towards her. "And you're welcome." Those three tails swish and curl behind her, their motion content.
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

She looks at that hand. She has no idea what to do with it. It's there, offered, but she's clearly clueless. Then it dawns on her and her eyes widen just a little, lambent amber eyes lighting up briefly before she reaches out and takes it and shakes it slowly.

That's what she wants, right?

Or is Jazz just being lightly playful?
Estelle
Shibuya

Splitting the middle of the two possibilities, Estelle merely rolls her eyes and squeezes Jazz's hand. Three firm pumps later, she pulls her hand back. "Right. Time to go bug people about construction efforts, then. I'll let you wander off to your peace and quiet, now, and try to get everything sorted... and figure out how many shelves I'm going to need to start off, with the books acquired."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Oh, I'll go with yyou. I can support the construction, after all. Plants make excellent ropes, especially when they're all ... viney and what not," she muses.

And then she's off todo just that. To help her bug people, this time. What's this? Jazz is AGREEING to meet PEOPLE?!
Estelle
Shibuya

There is a shocked gasp from the vixen, at this proposal! But she grips Jazz's sleeve to keep her from reneging, as she starts off towards the HQ. "You're not wrong! There are a number of ways our Artes can potentially speed things up." She agrees. "I've used Earth Artes to help shore up constructions efforts - or deconstruction efforts, at times."
Jazuhanzu
Shibuya

"Yeah, I know a little 'earth' magic myself, despite being a 'Sea-Witch'. Seems I can make the ground crack and shake and what not. It's all about undersea earthquakes and water pressure, I guess..."

She follows along, dragged off once more!