Winter 28, 512 AV
The blank sheet of paper was layed out before him on the dark wooden table sunken into the shadows of the common laboratory. He wanted to make something to demonstrate his logical ability, and creativity. But he needed to start out simple. Though he hadn't seen very much machinery, he was always fascinated by it. Simple rotating gears drew a sparkle in his dead eyes. Like a moth drawn to light, he was always drawn to the clanking of metal against metal, and the resulting outcome of something even as simple as a clock. Yet he understood practically none of it, him being more of an wild nuit rather than a civilized human. He squinted in the darkness for a moment or two, before standing up out of the oaken chair, and making his way to where a torn was hung against the wall, used as light for the experimentation there. Staring blankly at them with the eyes of a crazed killer, he swiped the torch from its holster, and strode back to his own place, placing the torch into a holster closer to where he was working. Ah... much better..
The feather and ink he borrowed from the lab lay gripped between his fingers, inked and ready to write whatever it's wielder desired. Which was, at the moment, as simple gear. Scratching noises echoed through his section of the lab as he escribed the picture of a horizontal gear in the dead center of the paper, following up by drawing another. This time, the additional gear was vertical. They appeared to be connected in Malefic's eyes, though to another it may appear as a strange and spiky circle connected weirdly to another weird a spiky circle. His eye twitched slightly. The OCD was kicking in. He sighed, and scrapped the paper, crumbling up into a ball and carelessly throwing it over his shoulder. Needs to look at least decent. He attempted it again, this time taking his time, and carefully moving his hand and casting the drawing into the third dimension, the best he could manage. It still looked kinda funny when he was finished, but that was ok for now. Now was to make it do something more.
Cracking his neck to the side and flexing his wrist, he leaned over his drawing, and focused. He drew a cube, representing the case of the machine, and proceeded to implement a lever into the side of it, connected directly to one the gears by the teeth, and held down by a metal screw. Malefic frowned. If I do that, the side of the nail will stick outside the case, casting the possibility of someone injuring themselves unnecessarily while using it. He snickered to himself. Maybe I should leave it like that, and then let a scummy pulser try to use it. Huh... He grinned widely, before reconsidering. Well, I want to use it...Bah... so be it. He scrapped this drawing as well, starting from scratch once more. Whipping a piece of paper from the large stack at the right side of the table, he placed it in front of him. He carefully inked the feather, and then redrew the two initial gears, the case, and the lever. This time, the lever would be held in by a screw going the opposite direction, into another section of wood of which Mal drew with the utmost precision that he was capable of. There... now by pulling the lever, the gears will move a bit. He peered over at the large volume opposite the stack of papers. Wheel and axel... check...Screw, check. Now to make it accomplish something... He stroked his rotten chin, and thought for a bit. An idea flew into his mind, creativity flowing. Ah... I see...
Taking the flint and steel from his cloak pocket, he placed them onto the table beside the paper, using them as models to artistically draw flint lined across the edge of one gear, and steel trimming on the other. An automatic spark generator. That may come in handy later... He finished up by sketching an opening in the side of the initual cube case, where the sparks would come out from. "Blueprints... done..."