Aurum really didn't know much about technology, at least when it came to the practicality of it all. Despite living within the ruins of a city during his childhood, the pride he had dwelled in had been very traditional. They had traditional rankings, hunting methods, and ways of viewing the world. As such, technology was one of the furthest things from their minds. The only time that the lion cub had ever truly indulged in the joys of technological advancement was when he got his paws on various sci fi novels that he scavenged from old, broken down bookstores within the city's towering structures. Even then, however, none of the technology within those stories had been practical. Flying cars and floating buildings hadn't been possible to the humans that had once existed in the city, and many more of the wondrous inventions pondered about within science fiction had never seen the light of day, far too complex for any scientist to even begin to touch on. Since then, Aurum had begun to branch out a little bit more in his reading tastes, and as such, he had indulged by reading a bit more non-fiction. A great deal of it was rather boring, since it used terminology he didn't understand, or was simply as dry as humanly possible. However, some of it was simply fascinating, because it was almost enchanting to see what humans really could come up with. Sure, nothing he saw within those tomes would compare to the fanciful inventions of science fiction, but it sure was all quite advanced to him.

He was actually quite sure that he had learned about blueprints in one of the aforementioned nonfiction books. They were usually clean pieces of paper, laid out for an inventor so that they had a blank canvas for all of the ideas that their mind held. All they needed to do was draw out the broad specs of whatever they wanted to create, and not down the finer details inside, eventually having a roadmap to whatever their end goal was. Most of the blueprints that Aurum had seen within these books were immaculate, mostly because they were usually final drafts. They were instructions meant to be copied, so that others could look at them and continue building whatever it was sketches out in front of them. There were, of course, more rough drafts, smudged and smeared with rewrites and late nights trying to figure out what would work correctly. However, they were few and far between, since most humans didn't like to show off the hard nights spend pacing in frustration as they tried to figure out exactly how they could get idea to paper. Even with that detail in mind... Aurum wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting when he heard Clony's urgent voice in his head, urging him to come forth and check out it's blueprints. He wasn't sure why he hadn't been expecting one of those rough, smeared over drafts, desperately done in the heat of the moment, while an idea was still bubbling and fresh.

Even if he had been expecting just a rough draft, he was pretty sure he would've been disappointed. Colony's blueprints looked like no rough draft he had ever seen, what the rocks sloppily holding down the edges, and the various tears that marred the rapper's surface. Technically the paper wasn't the right shade of blue, either, but that was hardly the first thing on Aurum's mind as he stared down at the paper, head tilted and tail flicking behind him. He eventually realized that he had been staring in confusion for too long, and his eye hastily snapped up to Clony, hesitating as he tried to figure 9out how to approach it. Eventually he decided to be straightforward, figuring that Clony would be alright with it. It didn't exactly seem to be the type to get all offended. His voice came out a little weak with confusion as he muttered, pointing a golden paw down at the paper, "Uh, it's very nice, Clony. But... what exactly is it? Like... what are the plans for?" He had his bet on lasers, or perhaps a stage for a fashion show, considering how obsessed it had seemed when he and his group had first arrived.

A walker mech. The idea sounded totally foreign and strange to Aurum, and sounded more like it belonged in one of the many science fiction stories that he had once read. Still, most of what Clony did and said thus far seemed to be that way, so why would anything change now? Even so, the angel didn't want to just write off the other's ingenuity, even if such a device would absolutely never work in any sort of practical way. Maybe if it was anyone else, Aurum would've been a bit more honest and straightforward with them. However, Clony seemed to have this sort of childlike innocence about it. Well, aside from the swearing, that was. The lion wasn't overly eager to smash apart that childlike innocence, or destroy Clony's sense of odd confidence, so he just found himself nodding his head along like a proud parent, hoping that would convey the message he desired. Thankfully, he was fairly sure that Clony was so absorbed in its own ideas that it wouldn't even notice his lack of speaking. It seemed to fill up the air with its own excited chattering anyways, especially when Rin decided to come over and try offering some better paper to work on. Aurum had his doubts that any new paper wouldn't meet the same unfortunate fate as the old, but he could hope.

When Clony continued to chatter on about its invention, it soon became clear that Clony intended for the device to be used against the gods. The very same gods that Aurum had unfortunately bore witness to attacking the group not too long ago. The mental image of an overly confident Clony jumping behind a sloppily smashed together collection of metal, only to be crushed beneath the feet of some horrible god, flashed in his mind, and he had to swallow back bile. With a shiver going down his spine, the lion explained softly, "I see... well, you know, even if an invention doesn't work out, it's not the end of the world, you know? That's just... something to keep in mind, if you decide to make this... walker mech thing." The angel had hardly known Clony for any considerable amount of time yet, but that didn't mean that he wanted the creature dead. As such, he tried to strike a delicate balance between not hurting its feelings, and also making sure that it didn't go flinging itself over confidently into unnecessary danger.