<span style="font-style: italic">CREEAK!</span><br/><br/>Archibald shuddered at the sound the hinges to the door made in protest of being moved. When the noise finally stopped, he peeked through to look up and down the hallway almost as if he was sneaking into the place or had done something wrong just by opening that door. He sighed with relief at seeing no one and stepped out of his shop/workshop... and shut the door behind him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">CREEAK!</span> Click.</span><br/><br/>A cringed wormed its way through the mechanic's body and he snapped around to glare at the offending hinges when the noise finally stopped. He stared at it hard for several seconds, almost daring it to make another sound, only to be met with the unwavering resolve only found in inanimate objects. Finally tiring of the staredown, Archibald  turn back around to continue on his way... only to stop in his tracks at the realization that he would once again have to pass through those doors and others would as well.<br/><br/>A cosmic battle between the whispers of 'leave it be' vs 'fix it' raged inside his head before he could ultimately stand it no more  and dropped the files he was carrying t rummage through his kit. Slowly, meticulously he began oiling, loosening, and in the rare case tightening the various hinges and screws the made up the door. By the time he was done, the once noisy door was now as silent as a light breeze and it was just enough to satisfy the perfectionist into putting away his tools.<br/><br/>His papers and documents, that had scattered about the hallway where he dropped them, were collected and sorted back into there appropriate folders as he walked. He was hopeful that at least one of the two project ideas he brought to the High Guardian would get approved and assigned a budget. The wright was also proud of the fact that he had been able to cut down on the technical language and condensed down the the explanations of how the devices worked. They were half the size now of his previous proposals so he hopefully it won't take as long for them to be looked through and approved.<br/><br/>Everything went smoothly on his trip from point A to point B... only to realize I he grabbed the door handle and turned the latch enough for it to '<span style="font-style: italic">Click</span>', that there was more than just High Guardian Porfirio talking on the other side of said door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He's in a meeting... I should comeback later,</span>He thought as he let the latch fall back in place.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But he might not be here later and I might have to go searching for him... perhaps it's better to catch him now.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click.</span>The latch once again spoke as he went to open the door only to stop again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No... it would not be right to just barge in now... I... I can wait.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">... Maybe if I just make it quick he wil-... has this latch always been this loud?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click, Click, Click, Click.</span>The latch said back in response to his mental shift as he starts fiddling with it to insure he is not just imagining it... Only to realize moments later that the voices in the room have stopped and he can almost feel eyes staring at the door he is currently jiggling the latch to. While part of him wanted to walk away and avoid the situation, the truth was he had disrupted them (or so he felt) and he felt that he should actually make his disruption mean something rather than just flee.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, he forces the latch once more to speak out before opening the door enough to poke his head in. “I'm... ah... I'm sorry to bother you, High Guardian... sir... ummm... It's just.... I've got two new ideas... inventions... eh pieces of equipment I would like to propose,” The nervous mechanic pokes his two folders into the room even as he stands ready to leave as quickly as possible if he is directed to do so. Normally if it was just Porfirio, or one other who could approve his project(s), he would be very compose, perhaps even a bit giddy, but here was more people he was not necessarily regularly talking to... and the fact that he was interrupting them also weighed on his head... brain... mind... thing. “If this is a bad I time I can always comeback later,” He offers quickly, partially slinking back out the door... though not all the way. After all if he was going to be sent away at least he could look the people in the room up and down... he couldn't help but analyze caith, gear, and caith based gear whenever he saw it.