001st Forged Devil: Like a Fallen Angel [Action, Voice]

[curseresistant]

[The journal picks up a glimpse of the sky as it falls to the cold dirt, followed by a skewed view of the forest. Things are quiet -- almost eerily so.]

[That's when, with a horribly heavy-sounding thud, a pale-skinned, white-winged, and white-haired man unceremoniously drops into view, faint wisps of breath barely visible from his mouth. Were it not for that, he would certainly appear to be dead.]

[The feed cuts off not too long after that, the journal closed by a strong gust of wind.]

[Much later in the afternoon, before the shops close for the evening, Hector busies himself with finding his belongings. He lingers in the smithy for a while, browsing armor and weaponry before moving along to the plaza.]

I am told that these 'journals' can send my voice to others. If there are others listening, I am Hector. I have only recently arrived here in... Luceti.

Would any of you know where I could acquire [...] raw materials? I would like to... work on something.

Comments

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

[The man's anger causes Saleh to tense up as well, but he forces himself to keep his calm. Showing of any of his own emotion would only cause the man's anger to get worse.]

I am Saleh. I'm a sage from Caer Pelyn, a mountain village in Magvel.

As for Julia, she was here for a short time, but she has recently returned to her home world. We had become friends during her time here.

[funnygirl]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Hector.

I hope so as well. Although, if you ever happen by the library you'll most likely find me. I help shelve the books and such.

[arcinvent]

Raw material? You mean like metal?

[Voice]

[thefinaljedi]

A pleasure to meet you Hector, my name is Luke.

[A familiar sounding name, though he's not sure where he heard it. oh wait, Nomi ripped it out of Isaac's brain]

What sort of materials do you need?

[voice]

[rocketpunch]

Um, could you be a bit more vague? I'd love to help, but that's not quite enough.

[action]

[pendantry]

[In the smithy, huh? Raven watches him browse for a while before she decides he's been there too long without making a 'purchase'.]

Looking for something?

[action]

[curseresistant]

[Hector seems quite engrossed in some of the swords -- for the moment, anyway. The moment Raven's voice calls out, he snaps out of his focus, looking over at her.]

Begging your pardon, m'lady, but I have a rather strange request.

[voice]

[curseresistant]

Ah, I apologize. T'would be useful if I clarified, yes? [A soft laugh.]

I'm looking, in particular, for iron and bronze scrap. If you would happen to know of any stones like garnet, moonstone, and topaz, I would appreciate that, as well.

[Voice]

[curseresistant]

Likewise, Sir Luke.

I am looking mostly for metal scrap, such as iron and bronze, as well as stones of varying types, like moonstone and garnet. Would you happen to know of any place I could find them?

[Voice]

[thefinaljedi]

Yea, the smithy and the item shop.

Though scrap metal may be difficult to find. Gemstones...might be at the clothing shop too, set into jewelry. What are you working on?

[curseresistant]

Yes, exactly that.

[curseresistant]

Then, I will certainly stop by at a later time.

T'would be rude of me to not properly introduce myself, after all.

[Voice]

[curseresistant]

Ah... I do not know if you are familiar with the arts of forging. T'would be overwhelming if I tried to explain it all at once...

But, to put it simply, I'm attempting to make... familiars of a sort.

[action]

[pendantry]

What is it?

[At least she's not outright caustic to customers. This one has a weird way of addressing people.]

[voice]

[rocketpunch]

Oh...hmm...you know, those are kinda hard to find sometimes. I'm an inventor, so I look for some everyday, but even then it can kind of take a while. Your best bet is to check the smithy and stores daily...if I haven't already been there.

[Hector's handsome, but that's not worth turning over well-saved iron for...right?]

[voice]

[curseresistant]

[There's a soft laugh from Hector's end.]

I will not need much. Even if there are naught but the barest scraps, I feel I can make due.

But, in the interest of not competing over resources... is there, perhaps, a mine in this village? I have no qualms about gathering things myself.

[action]

[curseresistant]

Have you any left over iron?

[Hector's used to roughness. He'll take it with a smile.]

I've got a project that I want to undertake, but I require metals and gems for it...

[Action]

[curseresistant]

And this place? Where is it, exactly? I should be in Valachia.

[Hector keeps a wary eye on Saleh as he rises. That twinge in his back is most definitely disconcerting, but he doesn't want to risk turning his eyes away from the sage.]

And how do I know you are telling the truth?

[curseresistant]

Very well.

[Hector closes his journal shortly after that. It takes him a short time to make his way to the dome that Isaac spoke of, still not completely familiar with this place; his arms are crossed against his chest as he stands with his back toward the doors.]

[Part of him seriously doubts that any of this is real -- that it still isn't just some horrible, unconscious trick of his mind -- but he waits patiently.]

[If this isn't all just a dream, he'll soon find out.]

[voice]

[curseresistant]

...Apartments? [Pardon him while he sounds... mildly confused.] What are those?

[voice]

[rocketpunch]

There isn't, no. I'm used to getting materials myself or taking apart other things to get 'em, but machines can be hard to find here, too.

I guess if you really want, I can give you some iron...but you'd have to owe me a favor, you know? That'd only be fair.

[voice]

[curseresistant]

That is fair, yes.

Very well then, m'lady. What is it that you would ask of me in return?

[relictusdeus]

[Arriving takes no time at all given that he had long since mastered the art of teleportation, the magical potential to learn it innate to both himself and Julia. It’s deciding on how to approach Hector that takes far longer. But eventually, the leathery flapping of wings fills the air, drawing ever nearer until Isaac appears with Firebrand’s talons in his grip, gliding lazily until he eventually touches down a few feet away from Hector. A smile plays his thin lips.]

As easily lured as always, I see.

[It's all he can think to say while offering his former friend an appraising look, unapologetic for having made him wait. But surprised, in a way, that he had.]

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

This place is called Luceti. We are in a world entirely separate from our own.

[Though it's not too surprising that the man doesn't believe him. The situation is quite unbelievable by normal standards.]

To know whether I speak the truth, just look into my eyes.

[And his eyes are sharp and sincere, whereas the eyes of a liar would wander, lacking confidence.]

[action]

[pendantry]

We have iron. What do you want to make? [Maybe they already carry it.]