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Moved!
It occurs to me now I never actually made any sort of announcement about it, but⌠August has her own blog that isnât a derpy side blog! @steel-forged So she can send asks, and follow people without a spooky ghost lady mask. Also a revamped blog theme, more basic information, and a few more bits and bobs I always forget about! I would greatly appreciate anyone following her here to see her there too!Â
Moved!
It occurs to me now I never actually made any sort of announcement about it, but... August has her own blog that isnât a derpy side blog! @steel-forged So she can send asks, and follow people without a spooky ghost lady mask. Also a revamped blog theme, more basic information, and a few more bits and bobs I always forget about! I would greatly appreciate anyone following her here to see her there too!Â
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//Oh god someone added another one. WHAT IS THIS LMAO
Truth was currently resting on the side of the road. He found himself a fallen tree to sit on and he was taking occasional sips from his canteen. He was on his way back home. He had finished a job for a small village and he was about half way home.
It had been a while since the smith had seen her friend, but it seems luck was on her side. She had been on her way to his house to visit him, having just laden her pack with fresh supplies, some of which she intended to share with him as a repayment of kindness. Instead, here he was, sitting along the side of the road she had been told to go down to find his home. With a grin, August jogged down the road to hurry up to him, stopping and waving. âWell, itâs a small world after all! How are you, Troku?â
verum-exsolutus:
Truth smiled at her answer as he continued to eat, glancing back at her now and again. It wasnât long after that he finished eating and took his plate and fork to the sink. He wasted them quickly and set them on a towel to dry. He then turned to her and smiled again, watching her for a moment.
Her meal could only be dragged out for so long, especially given her hunger and wanting to eat while it was warm. She offered up a smile as she followed him across the hall, washing her plate and setting it beside his. A deep breath calmed her down. Leaning back against the counter and looking up at Troku, she cocked her head a little. âSo, what is it you wanted to show me? Itâs not nice to keep a lady waiting, yâknow,â she snickered.
đŤ [steel-maiden]
âAhhh, August. I see the allure of magical metal doesnât elude you.â He snickered and handed her Antares. âBut I expected you, to be honest.â Again he rattled off the instructions for her, letting her charge the crystal herself.
Augustâs shot was attuned to the metallic element, as expected. A shrapnel burst of wrenches, cogs, gears, and hammers. All of which were flat and clearly extremely sharp from the way they sliced through the rock.
âOdd⌠Neat, but oddâŚâ He remarked as he plucked a razor sharp cog shuriken and held it out. âWanna keep this one?â
Despite her metallurgic senses, the composition of the metal eluded her regardless of the amount of hands-on time she had with it. Mustâve been something to do with whatever magical properties it was forged or imbued with. Ignoring the mounting frustration, (and ache in her shoulder,) she was still surprised at what came out. Not like sheâd ever seen Michael fire Antares before. Bounty hunting wasnât exactly one of her hobbies.
Returning the gun, she took the shurikog, giving it a very thorough examination, testing the edge by pricking her thumb with it. Satisfied, she hung it from a piece of wire on a loop at her waist. âCanât say Iâve ever done that before. I can understand the use of it though, Might not be a bad idea to learn how to make guns in the future...â
Forge spewed forth some claws of a beast today too.Â
Vote Now! [Yes] [No]
sinette-academy:
âGood question!â Anna replied. âIn a minute, Iâll be handing out, to those who accept, special patches to put on their uniform sleeve. Iâll also be working with your counselors in the coming day to accommodate your new classes. In the mean time, all I will need from you is a signature, if you choose to accept.â She answered.
She turned around and told her shadow something, to which it zoomed off, bringing Anna back her school bag. She dug through it for a minute and pulled out some badges, papers, and forms.Â
âNow, which of you would like to join?â She asked. âJust raise your hands.âÂ
For a gifted program, it didnât sound too difficult. At least, not from the outside, and honestly, August couldnât imagine an education more demanding than the one she had received⌠Eight years ago? Sheâd spent three years, day in and out, learning history, reading, numbers, proper use of a blade, magical theory, even musical instruments, though that was at her behest. At this point in time, she agreed that is was necessary, but back then, it was just a constant slog of mental and physical torment in her own mind.
Augustâs hand didnât shoot up immediately, but all it took was one look at her peers and that badge before her left hand went up. It wasnât for the challenge, though she looked forward to it, or the fear of backing away. The smith saw a chance to improve herself, the entire reason she had enrolled here in the first place, and it wasnât going to pass her up.
Anna counted the hands in the air. Thirteen hands.
âOkay, if you wish not to join, you can leave now.â She said. âYou can take a snack with you as you go.â Anna said. She waited until all the students who wanted to leave left, then started to pass out the badges.
âTake these badges and sew them onto your uniforms. Over the heart or on your sleeve is fine. If you have another idea, you may run it by me later on, but I prefer it on the former options. Now, like I said, I will be working with all of you individually once you get your new schedules for classes. In an effort to make it fair, I will be going in alphabetical order by first name. Next Saturday, let me seeâŚâ
Anna took her clipboard and read through the names. âAlice? Alice?â She called out. âNo? She must have left. Then⌠August? Is August still here?â
Gingerly picking up a badge, she looked it over quite intensively. The others had left, barely registering to her that anyone was giving up on this already. Sure, it might be difficult, but the risk was worth it to her. Should be worth it to all of them.
As August began to wonder about its placement on her uniform, her name being called pierced the fog of her own thoughts, snapping her head to attention. Her eyes moved to the headmistress, hand coming up in a little wave. "Right here, ma'am. I'm the first then? I have to admit, I'm kind of excited already..."
Over the heart, she decided. If she was going to put forth the effort, it was going to show. Other students may judge her for it, but right now she didn't care. The more effort put in, the bigger the end reward, and hopefully the wiser she'd be by the end of it all.
Truth was currently resting on the side of the road. He found himself a fallen tree to sit on and he was taking occasional sips from his canteen. He was on his way back home. He had finished a job for a small village and he was about half way home.
It had been a while since the smith had seen her friend, but it seems luck was on her side. She had been on her way to his house to visit him, having just laden her pack with fresh supplies, some of which she intended to share with him as a repayment of kindness. Instead, here he was, sitting along the side of the road she had been told to go down to find his home. With a grin, August jogged down the road to hurry up to him, stopping and waving. âWell, itâs a small world after all! How are you, Troku?â
verum-exsolutus:
After a moment of awkward silence, the hunter spoke as he wiped his mouth. âHey, August, if you want, you can spend the night tonight and I can walk you home tomorrow. Iâm heading that way anyways.â He knew it might be a bit much, especially since they only met twice. But since his last meeting, something seemed different. He had been thinking of her, of what they spoke about, of how kind and supportive she was. He may just be suffering from sleep deprivation and heâs being delirious, but at the same time, he felt certain he was sane.
There had always been some lingering hope in the back of her mind that she would have somewhere to sleep tonight other than out in the woods, but hearing him offer it still made her start, bowl slipping just a fraction of an inch between her fingers. Her olive cheeks grew just a tad brighter when she looked at him. âYou⌠you mean it? I donât want to impose or anything, but⌠If itâs okay, then Iâd like to stayâŚâ She trailed off, suddenly finding the floor very interesting, and wondering if she had actually packed something suitable for sleeping indoors.
âYouâre a kind, caring and fun person. I see no reason for it to not be okay. Plus, I got some stuff that may interest you. If you want to see it, I mean.â He smiled broadly as he looked at the blacksmith. He thought he saw her blushing, but dismissed it as just lighting. He went back to his food and continued to eat.
She started to nod, a bit vigorously. It sounded like fun, if she was being honest with herself. So far, both encounters with Truth had involved relaxing company, good conversation, and delicious food. "Sure! You've got me kinda curious now, so guess I've gotta stay," the smith chuckled. Despite that, her mouth was soon plugged up by a fork of food to prevent her from saying anything stupid.
Each swing of the hammer is slower than the last. The normally rhythmic sound of steel on red hot steel has faded away. A calander hangs on the wall, a single date circled in red. A few tears sizzle against the anvil before August slumps down against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest.
Each swing of the hammer is slower than the last. The normally rhythmic sound of steel on red hot steel has faded away. A calander hangs on the wall, a single date circled in red. A few tears sizzle against the anvil before August slumps down against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest.
Each swing of the hammer is slower than the last. The normally rhythmic sound of steel on red hot steel has faded away. A calander hangs on the wall, a single date circled in red. A few tears sizzle against the anvil before August slumps down against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest.
Spirit into Flesh
transcending-biology:
The man before her stared down at the meager amount of coins that she had pushed across the table. His face was emotionless as pale grey, nearly white eyes flickered to the womanâs face and studied her. For a moment or two, he was silent. When he spoke again, it was with a hint of tenderness, only a tiny shred of emotion making it past his augments.
âThere is no need for payment. You were left upon my doorstep to die from a horrendous injury- I am not in the business of allowing people to die. I am in the business of saving them. Perfecting them. It is regrettable that I was not able to salvage much for you, but there is still plenty enough for a prosthetic- or an augment, should you decide to go that way.â
That arm upon his back flexed and moved as if to accentuate what he had said. The center of the palm glowed brightly for a moment, until the man reached up and forcibly closed the hand. Really, he would have to fix some of this thingâs flaws.
âThat all said, Iâve half a mind to offer to make an augment for you. You said you were a blacksmith, and while I hate to say this with you being so shellshocked from your injury, you need both hands to do that sort of job.â
His voice was smooth, just as before. But the tenderness was gone, and now? Now he was simply trying to get another to join his cause. Indirectly, certainly, but while he was a kind man he was also borderline desperate. He needed people to see that he was not the madman they believed him to be. That he was someone trying to help people. Humanity was a disease, a weakness. Metal makes people stronger. Look at him, after all.
She didnât want to admit it, made easier by the fact that it was just hard to think, but he was right. Her livelihood had been stolen from her in a very painful accident. In a few years, she may overcome that without any sort of artificial limb, but that also depended on her being able to live that long. With no way to support herself going forward, that may be a bit difficult.
August stared at the money sheâd placed on the table, slowly letting his words sink in through the haze over her mind. The coins were his, she wouldnât take them back. His argument was fair, but medicine and materials were spent to save her and she had to give him something in return. The end result just might be finding them in an unusual location at the end of the day.
Slowly, her head lifted, red eyes drifting up his form before sliding off to the side, unable to meet his gaze right now. Another mouthful of sweet milk to offer some barrier between her throat and the air. âI... I canât ask you to do that. Youâve already done so much, and I can hardly repay you for that. Asking for anything else just seems rude.â Barely more than whispering now, she seemed to be on the verge of tears. The pain, mental and physical, were getting to her.
âI really canât thank you enough for what youâve done. Iâm pretty sure I would be dead in the street if someone hadnât brought me here. Dead or dying, anyway.â The remainder of her left arm started to move, bringing a hiss, then using her right hand to wipe the welling tears from her eyes. Through great effort, August forced herself to look at him.
âThank you. If thereâs anything I can do to return the favor... Please, let me know.â
đ [steel-maiden]
Send đ to hug my muse or đ to punch them
âOh, uh, youâre pretty lookinâ. ButâŚwhyâre you hugginâ me?â
charliethethief:
âWell hell, I wouldâve killed for someone to offer to just let me watch them. Iâm not about to shoot down an engineer in the makinâs. You could be the one that makes some world-changinâ piece of tech, who knows?â She shrugged. Charlie turned slightly and gestured for August to follow her. âShop I gotta go to is a few more blocks down. I need to make the repairs immediately, so Iâm usinâ the workbench theyâve got there. I donât mind you watchinâ. And if you donât mind Zaun or anyone who may be in it, I could take you with me. I was headed there next for some, ermâŚbusiness.â
While the way she spoke of her later activities should have raised a few flags, what came before that was too exciting for August to care right now. She fell into step immediately, staying back enough to actually follow. âI donât know about engineering, but Iâll take a chance to learn more about the crazy prosthetics everyone has around here. The craftsmanship in some of them, especially like yours, staggers me. Zaun doesnât really both me either. I canât navigate it very well yet, but I can get around quickly. Iâve actually been looking for a place to set up a shop. I think Iâm kinda close, but thatâs a topic for later.â
Charlie tucked her hands into her pockets and smiled at the other woman again. âItâs all just numbers and patterns. Sometimes itâs just intuition and guess work. Sometimes its a combination.â She shrugged. âYou just gotta start somewhere and keep workinâ is all.â Charlie stopped in front of the shop she needed to go to and held open the door for August. It was apparent that she had been here multiple times. The clerk behind the desk opened the door leading to the back with nothing more than a smile and a nodded greeting. Charlie smiled right back and tromped to the work bench in the back room.
She almost immediately got to work, making sure to scoot over on the bench so August could sit and watch.
âThat much I can do.â Nodding in thanks, the smith ducked through the doorway, taking a cursory glance over the shop as they moved through, only glancing at the wares on display while moving. Curious as she was, more of her attention was going towards not knocking into anything and making a fool of herself. Before following Charlie into the backroom, August at least made sure to give the person behind the desk a wave of acknowledgment.Â
Now came the fun part; getting to see the myriad of plates, wires, rods, and whatever else made an arm work. To say her focus was clearly on Charlieâs arm was an understatement. Despite how, in her own sight, everything had a glow to it, her mind was already racing and recording the shapes and sizes she was seeing, thinking of the best ways to make such pieces quickly and efficiently.
âWomen that are equally unafraid of punching me in the face as they are of kissing a bloody mouthâŚâ Swoons
âUh⌠First, why would you want someone to punch you in the face? And second, why would you expect a kiss afterâŚ?â
âBecause Iâm a masochist. Which should answer both of those questions.â
âLetâs, uh⌠Pretend for a second that it doesnât because I donât know what a masochist is.â
âSomeone who takes sexual pleasure from pain.â
âOh. Mm. I guess that does explain that then. More power to you then. And maybe an ice pack.â
âWomen that are equally unafraid of punching me in the face as they are of kissing a bloody mouthâŚâ Swoons
âUh⌠First, why would you want someone to punch you in the face? And second, why would you expect a kiss afterâŚ?â
âBecause Iâm a masochist. Which should answer both of those questions.â
âLetâs, uh... Pretend for a second that it doesnât because I donât know what a masochist is.â
âWomen that are equally unafraid of punching me in the face as they are of kissing a bloody mouthâŚâ Swoons
âUh... First, why would you want someone to punch you in the face? And second, why would you expect a kiss after...?â
