#into the forge

[not-that-malachite]

@rebellionsforge Malachite had lived long enough to recognize a gem forge when she saw one. Humans couldnt open them, and only gems could withstand the extreme heat within them. in fact, only a few select gem types could. within that limited number, Malachite had a few guesses to who the owner of the forge she had discovered was.

the striped gem made it a point to know what gems remained on earth. It was good for knowing who was a friend...

and who was a troublemaker.

She herself was not fond of extreme heat. nor extreme cold. she could last...for a time. should be enough to explore and see if she could meet the owner of the forge.

she kept close to the walls as she crept into the forge. she was barely in, but the gem could already feel the heat emanating from within.

it was only until malachite was well into the forge that she decided it was safe to make her presence known.

"hello? is anyone present?" the striped gem called, staying well away from the heat circulating within the walls, wandering towards the anvil in the center of the room, her eyes narrowed against the heat.

[ghosts-and-machines]

▟▬ Basic Information ▬▙

▓ Name

⟍Tobias Forge

▓ Pronouns

⟍he/him

▓ World

⟍Supernatural—Yellow World

▓ Sign offs

⟍#into the forge

▟▬ Additional Information ▬▙

▓ Species

⟍Human

▓ Gender

⟍Male

▓ Attractions

⟍bi or pan

▓ Likes

⟍Metal, rock, classical music, costume design, having free time, reading a variety of things, watching documentaries,

▓ Relationships

⟍Dating a Dean or two or three? Don’t know about the third. I kinda do a guardian thing sometimes for some folk, too.

▓ Other

⟍I’m like, actually a fictional version of a guy that actually exists here. And like, I do the whole band thing, too. But, the band as a satanic thing also exists as a real thing in the Cyan World. And I share a space with some of those guys now and it’s been kinda fun. They have more consistent lives than I ever would’ve considered for them haha.

▟▬ Boundaries ▬▙

▓ “Source” Talk?

⟍Sure. Uh, why not? Like, I’m not some all knower or whatever and that’s fine. I got my own “headcanons” let’s say.

▓ Nicknames?

⟍ Yeah those are fine. Sometimes I’m called Tobi-bi

[gentlemandarlongath]

A Ring Of Steel

ferrumtaurus

Darlon swayed side to side in the front seat of the cart, holding the reins to the two horse team. Trotting along in the early morning after a brisk night always brought new life to his lungs. Angeline sat next to him, hood drawn up and hands within the woolen robe she wore so often.

“What are the errands you run today, Brother?” Angeline asks quietly, eyes focused on the shoppes around them. 

“There do be a smith my interests lie in, and I hear the skills with hammer and anvil be tough to rival. She should be in a forge here, if my reports serve correct.” He responds, drawing a nod from Angeline and no more. Pulling up to a wagon docking building, Darlon nods to the caretaker, tips him a coin, and hops off. “You know how to find me, right?” Darlon asks Angeline as he helps her down, she nods and hugs him quickly before taking off to browse the stores.

Making his way through the streets, one sound stood out the most over the rest, and that was the ring of steel on steel in the air. Rounding a corner, Darlon laid eyes on the workshop he sought. Casually, he walked into the place. The sound rang in his ears as the smell of metals and curers and tanners filled his nostrils. “Ah, this do be where I seek.” Darlon said to himself, observing the workshop with curiosity.

His eyes finally crossed who he had been searching for. Shorter than he expected, but the description of her matched perfectly elsewhere. “Excuse me, are you the main hand at this shop?” He called over the ring of steel she was working.