Robert Bingham
It was supposed to be spectacular, the most technologically advanced airship ever to be created. Completely fuel efficient, flawlessly symmetrical gears, the smallest engine for a craft of its size, the Reverie was the Mecca of modern technology, an inventive feat. It practically gave Robert chills just thinking about it. He had been waiting months to get on it and had travelled all the way to England just to get on it. Hell, it was why he learned English in the first place. It was still heavily accented and sometimes a bit difficult for native speakers to understand, he had been told, which was rather uncomfortable to hear, though it would all be worth it once he set foot on the Reverie's sparkling helm.
He had heard that the exterior itself was almost as magnificent as the interior. Robert was excited about the outside, which had the art world all in a tizzy, but it was really the engine he was interested. None the less, he was keeping his eyes to the streets to avoid seeing the ship until he reached it. Sort of like a grand unveiling. Oh, he was giddy with excitement, but he had to focus on navigating the streets. Galloping galleons, the streets of London were crowded. Toulouse was fairly stuffy in it's own right, but London was another beast entirely. It was darker, foggier, the buildings were bigger, and the streets all smelled faintly of meat to him. Perhaps he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that the fragrence of his mother's meat pies was wafting accross the cobbled streets.
He held his twin suitcases in either hand. A bit worn from years of use, Robert brought them with him everywhere he travelled. While the leather was beginning to peel, he was too attached to them to replace them until they were completely unusable. He thought about how long it would take for the cases to be worn beyone the point of return when he was suddenly aware of a drop in temperature. Looking at the ground around him, he noted a shadow looming over him. Robert held his breath for a moment. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He set his suitcases to the ground, not wanting to drop them out of sheer glee.
When he looked up-- oh, it was worth it. He let out a little chirp of pure excitement. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen! The metalwork was exquisite, and the shine on the hull... chills went down his spine. That balloon, the amounts of helium and other gasses in it must have been immense to keep the thing adrift; it was the most gigantic ship he had ever seen.
"Titanium plating to support the frame... Masses of helium to lift... Seel fire-tube boiler system... by Jove, remarkable. Francesco Lana de Terzi, you should be proud, good sir. So proud." Robert chattered to himself, ogling up at the magnificent contraption in front of him. He only wished it had been him to somehow craft this spectacular piece of machinery in front of him. He hardly noticed the people around him. In fact, he didn't notice them at all.
It was supposed to be spectacular, the most technologically advanced airship ever to be created. Completely fuel efficient, flawlessly symmetrical gears, the smallest engine for a craft of its size, the Reverie was the Mecca of modern technology, an inventive feat. It practically gave Robert chills just thinking about it. He had been waiting months to get on it and had travelled all the way to England just to get on it. Hell, it was why he learned English in the first place. It was still heavily accented and sometimes a bit difficult for native speakers to understand, he had been told, which was rather uncomfortable to hear, though it would all be worth it once he set foot on the Reverie's sparkling helm.
He had heard that the exterior itself was almost as magnificent as the interior. Robert was excited about the outside, which had the art world all in a tizzy, but it was really the engine he was interested. None the less, he was keeping his eyes to the streets to avoid seeing the ship until he reached it. Sort of like a grand unveiling. Oh, he was giddy with excitement, but he had to focus on navigating the streets. Galloping galleons, the streets of London were crowded. Toulouse was fairly stuffy in it's own right, but London was another beast entirely. It was darker, foggier, the buildings were bigger, and the streets all smelled faintly of meat to him. Perhaps he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that the fragrence of his mother's meat pies was wafting accross the cobbled streets.
He held his twin suitcases in either hand. A bit worn from years of use, Robert brought them with him everywhere he travelled. While the leather was beginning to peel, he was too attached to them to replace them until they were completely unusable. He thought about how long it would take for the cases to be worn beyone the point of return when he was suddenly aware of a drop in temperature. Looking at the ground around him, he noted a shadow looming over him. Robert held his breath for a moment. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He set his suitcases to the ground, not wanting to drop them out of sheer glee.
When he looked up-- oh, it was worth it. He let out a little chirp of pure excitement. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen! The metalwork was exquisite, and the shine on the hull... chills went down his spine. That balloon, the amounts of helium and other gasses in it must have been immense to keep the thing adrift; it was the most gigantic ship he had ever seen.
"Titanium plating to support the frame... Masses of helium to lift... Seel fire-tube boiler system... by Jove, remarkable. Francesco Lana de Terzi, you should be proud, good sir. So proud." Robert chattered to himself, ogling up at the magnificent contraption in front of him. He only wished it had been him to somehow craft this spectacular piece of machinery in front of him. He hardly noticed the people around him. In fact, he didn't notice them at all.
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