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hunter-the-sad-skeleton · 3 years

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Chapter two “Red Dahlias mean love~!”

“WHO IS HE, WHERE DOES HE LIVE, DOES HE HAVE A CRIMINAL RECORD-” Blitzø ranted.

“DAD, CALM DOWN.” Skip sighed.

He continued ranting. Skip sighed, pulling out his last resort. “He has a horse.”

“Oh! He’s fine then!” Blitzø smiled. Skip sighed, shoulders dropping slightly.

He never got his dad’s priorities.

“Horses are fine!” Blitzø waved off. “...Wait…” Blitzø trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“Horse...When did you meet him?” Blitzø asked.

“Uh...A few hours ago, why?” Skip asked.

“Wait...is it the FARMHAND?” Blitzø asked.

Skip broke eye contact, looking around the room.

“...so it is.” Blitzø narrowed his eyes.

Skip fell over, face consumed by a bright crimson.

“For goodness sake, Skip! I thought you’d’ve told me!” Blitzø sighed, disappointment evident in his voice.

“...Wait what?” Skip asked.

“I’m still gonna be protective of ya because I love you, but go ahead. I don’t care.” Blitzø shrugged.

“Oh, oka-” Skip started.

Blitzø got in Skip’s face. “BUT IF HE HURTS YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, LET ME KNOW, I CAN TAKE HIM OUT AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT.”

“Dad!!!” Skip objected.

“I’m serious, Skip! If he hurts ya, I won’t hesitate to commit war crimes.” Blitzø warned.

Skip groaned, hiding in his hoodie. “Dad, I can take care of myseeeelf!” Skip groaned.

Blitzø sighed, crossing his arms and frowning. “Skip, I say this because I care about you. I’m not trying to be overly-possessive-” Blitzø started.

Skip, despite not having been provoked, burst out of his hoodie and, fueled by frustration, snapped. “WELL IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU ARE!!!”

The room fell dead silent and Skip processed what he said and rushed out, getting as far away from everyone as possible.

“SKIP!!!!” Blitzø called, hurrying after him.

Skip reached outside, vaulting over a picnic table and gasping for breath but continuing to run away. He couldn’t face his dad. He couldn’t.

He didn’t deserve to.

Skip kept running despite the fact that night was falling and everyone was calling for him to come back.

He may be afraid of the dark, but he was scared of Blitzø when he was angry more.

Skip stopped at the edge of a forest somewhere away from the ranch, wheezing and leaning on a tree as he gasped for breath.

When he regained his breath, he looked around to see where he was.

The ranch was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t sure where he was. He wasn’t anywhere familiar.

He was lost. His panic only rose as he realized he was lost, alone, without his way of contacting ANYBODY, at night, in an UNFAMILIAR place.

He continued looking around, trying to see if he could find his footprints.

Too dark. He could barely see his hand in front of his face.

He was as good as dead.

Well, uh, he could make do until morning, sticks can work for food, right? Pretend it’s like, breadsticks or something?

He was hopeless.

Grass? Uh, greens are good! Healthy for ya!...or something.

He was an adult, HOW IS HE THIS HOPELESS?

He heard some sounds in the distance, but chalked them up to being the sounds of the woodland critters.

Woodland critters means meat means food!...Aaaand he left his handgun in the van. Welp. His fate was sealed.

He searched around for a large leaf of sorts that could function as a scrap of “paper”. He could write his final will and testament.

After a while of searching(and a lot of escaping hordes of bees), he found a place to hide out for the night.

He relaxed slightly. At least he could go in peace. No boars, bears, deer, boarbears, beardeer, or anything would get to him.

He did admit, it was kinda cold, but hey! Freezing wasn’t too bad of a way to go! Not the most painful!

As he drifted off, he reflected on his life. It wasn’t too bad, not the best, but not the worst either.

It was a little too short though. He wished he had longer. But, all Imps must move on at some point.

He jolted upright. What was he thinking?! He didn’t wanna die yet! He curled inside his hoodie, conserving body heat so that he could hopefully survive to the morning.

He would try to go back by morning. Blitzø would be calmed down by then.

He sat still, listening to the sounds of the night. They were, honestly, quite relaxing.

The sounds of crickets, woodland critters fighting for dominance, twigs snapping, bugs buzzing, hoofsteps approaching at breakneck speeds.

Skip perked up at the sound, confused. Wasn’t it the middle of the night?

Skip hid further in the shadows, he was unsure of if the stranger could be trusted. He looked around, grabbing a stick, ready to attack if needed.

The rider jumped off his mount and Skip was ready to fight. If he was going down, he was going down fighting.

Skip jumped slightly as the rider walked in front of him. He gulped hard. He couldn’t fight. He was dead.

Skip moved back slightly, rustling a branch in the bush he was hiding in. Freezing, Skip saw them step back a bit. Oh crumbs.

Skip backed away, backing out of the bushes, tail poking out. “GOTCHA!!” The stranger grinned.

Skip shrieked, kicking them in the face and hiding when he was dropped.

“OW!!! WHERE’D YOU GO?!?” They called out angrily, tail rattling like a rattlesnake. It didn’t sound calm. It was a violent shake. It shook Skip to his CORE.

Skip hid behind a rock, hands over his mouth to keep noise down.

He whimpered quietly as they walked close to the rock. Skip prepped to run, but he was grabbed by the hood of his hoodie. “PUT ME DOWN!!!” Skip growled. Skip squeaked as their hands moved to his throat, holding it in a tight squeeze, almost like they were trying to get his eyes to pop out of their sockets like some screwed up toaster.

The shadowy figure looked menacing, and yet...Familiar. “Wh-Who are you!?” Skip choked.

“Wait…” The shadowy look melted away. Literally. It fell off like water when stepping out of a pool. And he seemed...shorter.

“LEMME GO!!!” Skip panicked.

He put Skip down, sighing disappointedly. “Where have you been? Your friends and family’ve been worried sick about ya.” He lectured.

Skip coughed, rubbing where his neck had been held. “What the Hell was that…?!” Skip choked. “You could’ve KILLED me! Why would you try to CHOKE me?!?” Skip stumbled.

Striker chuffed. “Nah. Not worth it.”

“What?” Skip asked, concerned.

Striker collected himself quickly, smirking smuggly. “You’d like that, huh~?” He purred.

“NOPE! SETTING UP BOUNDARIES!” Skip objected, red in the face.

Striker chuckled. “Come on, Tiny~! Can’t ya take a joke~?” Striker purred.

Skip shook off the weird feeling he was getting. “I-I don’t like that.” Skip peeped.

Striker slinked over, patting Skip on the head. “Sorry for the scare, Tiny~! I thought ya were an intruder is all~!” Striker hummed.

Skip purred contentedly. Why did head pats always feel good…?

“It’s fine…” Skip sighed.

Striker slowly moved his hand up Skip’s head, rubbing his horns, Skip’s face heating up and him trying to stifle an...unwanted sound. “Striker…..~!” Skip groaned.

“What~? It’s just a simple horn rub~!” Striker hummed, going at a teasingly slow pace.

Skip whined, tail flicking to stim out the extra pleasure. “Striker….~!” Skip whined, trying to pull away.

“Come on, hon~! I’m just testin’ the waters~!” Striker purred, rubbing Skip‘s horns slower and rougher every few minutes.

Skip whined, eyes shutting tightly. “Striker, please….~! St-Stop….~!” Skip whined, trying to keep it down.

Striker leaned closer to Skip. “Go on ahead, hon~! We’re all alone out here~! We’re miles away from anyone bein’ able to hear anything~!” Striker whispered, Skip shuddering.

“Striker, please…~! St….Stop….~!” Skip whined, half meaning it, half begging him to keep going. He knew his dad wouldn’t like the idea of this, but FUCK did it feel good.

Striker sighed, nodding. “Gotcha.” Striker got up, helping Skip up. “Can I at least do one little thing for ya, Tiny?” Striker asked.

“What’s tha-” Skip started before getting pulled into a kiss. Skip squeaked in surprise, eventually melting into it.

Skip’s face heated up as the kiss was deepened, but he didn’t object. Eventually, Striker broke the kiss, slowly moving down Skip’s neck, Skip whining as he did so.

“Striker…!” Skip whined, melting at the affection he was receiving.

Striker smirked, intertwining his tail with Skip’s, Skip shuddering at the wave of pleasure washing over him.

“We could do more than just smooches, if ya catch my drift…~!” Striker hummed.

“N-No, D-Dad wouldn’t like that.” Skip declined.

“Spoilsport.” Striker scoffed. Skip gently smacked Striker with his tail, heavily annoyed.

“Hey!! I’m not a spoilsport!” Skip objected.

Striker chuckled. “Suuure. Go ahead, let your father dictate your life even though you’re an adult.” Striker sighed.

“Th-That’s not true!!” Skip snapped.

Striker shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I get it. Ya don’t wanna hurt your old man’s feelings.” Striker lamented. “I guess you’ll just hafta be a good lil boy from here on out, huh?” Striker sighed.

“Why do you care?” Skip rebutted.

“I dunno. I have a thing for bad boys~!” Striker hummed.

Skip shuddered. “Can we go back…? I’m kinda cold…” Skip shivered.

Striker nodded, picking Skip up and helping him onto Bombproof, riding back to the ranch.

(Elsewhere.)

“Boss, calm down! I’m sure Skip is fine!” Millie assured.

“What if he’s not, Mills?! What if he got hurt and died in a trench somewhere?! What if he got used for some sick fuck’s desires?!” Blitzø ranted, pacing back and forth.

Blitzø continued pacing, freezing in place as a knock came on the door.

Blitzø rushed over, pulling the door open to find Striker standing there with Skip clinging to him. “Howdy.” Striker greeted.

“MY BABY!!!” Blitzø cried out, pulling Skip into a hug. “Are you okay?! What did he do to you?!” He asked, panic lacing his voice.

“N-Nothing dad!” Skip assured.

Striker nodded. “I wouldn’t never hurt him, sir.” Striker assured.

Blitzø narrowed his eyes. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“He warmed up a little bit on the way back thanks to Bombproof, but he's probably still mighty cold.” Striker sighed.

“Yeah…” Skip shivered.

“Okay. I trust ya with my son more now. Just watch your back.” Blitzø warned.

“Don’t worry, sir,” Striker said, sighing in relief. “I only gave him a little gift of a little pin is all. A little Red Dahlia flower~!” Striker smiled.

#Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss Blitzo #Helluva Boss Millie #Helluva Boss Striker #Helluva Boss OC #My Oc #Skip #My Writing #Helluva Boss Bombproof #ask to tag

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gegenji · 4 years

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Procuring the Presence of a Purple-Haired Pugilist

RP Partner: @onehundredplumblossoms Date: 14 June 2020

Virara Vira is gone from the Roadhouse, but she seems to have been about. There's a little alcove where she tends to stow her items, and it is full of empty food bags (clean of course.) and spare iron horas. Virara Vira arrives after a long wait, carrying an empty burlap sack, dragged about in the sand behind her.

Chachanji Gegenji made his way along the dusty trail that led up to the Roadhouse. He knew Virara had taken up living there, after all, so it seemed the best location to start his search for his fellow Lalafell. Unfortunately, she is not there as he arrives - though the signs show she had been there at least relatively recently. Made much more recent as Chachan manages to catch sight of her coming through the front gate and patters over to meet her. "Ah! Virara! Hallo! I was lookin' fer ya!"

Virara Vira: "...?" Virara Vira reflexively draws the bag behind her back. Virara Vira: "... What is it? Chagenji."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, uh... feel free ta put 'way... um... whatev'r ya got there first, a'course," he offers with an awkward little chuckle and motion towards the bag in question.

Virara Vira briefly slips inside. After a moment, she's returned, closing the door quietly. "... There." Virara Vira glances at her hands for a moment, before turning her rarely-blinking red stare back to Chachanji. Virara Vira shows herself off to you.

Chachanji Gegenji waits for a bit, looking as if he was debating whether or not to follow or just let Virara be while she puts that sack away. Before he can reach any sort of consensus, though, she returns. "Ah, welcome back," he states reflexively to her single-word declaration. "Um... a-anyroad. I was wantin' ta see if'n ya were willin' ta help wit somethin'."

Virara Vira gazes upon you in deep reflection. Virara Vira: "... I won't drink your Champion Chachans for you."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Huh?" He blinks at that. "Oh, no no. I can drink those jus' fine," he counters with a wave of his hands and - since the drink in question was brought up - he pulls a flask out of the back on his hip and takes a small pull from it. Dusty trails make for dry throats after all. "'s more... um... potentially fight-y? Ya see, there's these underwater places me 'n Ms. Aya 'n some others 'r plannin' on travelin' ta... 'n I heard ya've been down there a'fore." Chachanji Gegenji: "So... ah... I was wonderin' if'n ya were up fer goin' down there 'gain."

Virara Vira: "Hm? Below the sea? Yes." Virara Vira 's eye widens briefly, perhaps not expecting this questioning? Virara Vira: "I've done it before. Once. Why?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, we're fixin' on headin' down there in thi' new sub we've been buildin'," Chachan explained, scratching at his cheek idly. "Got some folks we're wantin' ta try'n get outta there. Well, me 'n Ms. Aya 'n Ms. Seseka do, anyroad. 'n, since ya've been down there, I thought ya might be able ta help out?"

Virara Vira wrinkles her nose in visible disgust at the mention of Seseka, looking like she'd just been force fed a whole han lemon. Virara Vira: "..." Virara Vira gazes upon you in deep reflection. Virara Vira: "... Hm. Another has already made that request of me. But as I cannot dive beneath the waves that far, I cannot fulfill it." Virara Vira murmurs in her quiet, smooth monotone. It's like she imagined herself simply diving into the sea to visit Dagon or Hydra.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, ya won't need ta dive. We have a ship we've put t'gether tha' can do th' divin' fer us!" He taps his chest lightly. "'n I was called in ta make th' armor platin' ta help it survive th' pressure down there."

Virara Vira: "I know. But I am not beholden to the Professor. I honor requests, but she has not requested anything of me." Virara Vira: "There is another who needs me. But I lack the means of honoring their request." Virara Vira points at you. Virara Vira: "This whaleship. It could help me do this. But the professor isn't who I am helping."

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, what do they need ya ta go down there fer? We're already goin' down there few a few reasons - helpin' folks, findin' artifacts, 'n so on - 'm sure we could help ya wit what ya need ta do down there too."

Virara Vira: "A man with a flat, simple face asked me to push his brother about in his wheelchair. They are down there now." Virara Vira 's expression flickers slightly. It's brief, but there's an unfamiliar shadow over her visage.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, we can bring 'em back so ya can do tha'! We're goin' down there ta try'n bring some folks back, after all!" You nod to Virara Vira.

Virara Vira: "There were great fish men. A lot of them were strong. I could kill them. But two came for them. Swallowed them. No chewing. They dove into the waves." Virara Vira 's eye grows murky as she recalls the events. Virara Vira: "Probably, they are dead. But the simple-faced man. He's strong. I honor requests. If he lives, I must find him."

Chachanji Gegenji frowns. "'ve... encountered some'a them. They showed up durin' a storm ov'r at Gloam, where we're testin' th' ship..." He rubs at his neck. "'n I figgered ya'd be able ta help deal wit 'em no pro'lem too."

Virara Vira 's smokey voice is tinged with the faintest sense of nostalgia. It's uncharacteristic of her. It passes however, and her tone flattens out once more. Virara Vira: "They're useful training. I could lend you my fists. But only if it's useful for finding the simple-faced man. And his brother."

Chachanji Gegenji: "'n both'a 'em could still be alive! We won't know 'till we go down there ta see. 'n I'd like ya wit us." He pokes his index fingers into each other. "Um, if'n yer willin', a'course."

Virara Vira presses her fist into her palm. Virara Vira: "I am."

Chachanji Gegenji brightens immediately. "Tha's great! Thanks a bunch, Virara!" He smiles. "Ah, 'm 'sposta get some supplies fer ev'ryone a'fore we get back - there's 'sposta be a big ol' meal a'fore we set off fer th' deep, I thin'."

Virara Vira: "...? Meal?" Virara Vira 's attention is immediately grabbed.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yeah. We were talkin' 'bout supplies we'd need goin' down 'n food got brought up..." He fishes about and pulls out the list Aya had written for him. "I thin' th' folks'a Gloam 'n Mr. Alec 'n th' Eglantines are providin' most'a th' food itself... but Ms. Aya wanted me ta get some spices 'n stuff..."

Virara Vira: "Egla... Hm..." Virara Vira mutters to herself. Virara Vira: "Edda Lady then. I see. Fine. What is needed?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, th' spices Ms. Aya wants 'r from th' Quicksand, so tha' shouldn't be too big of a pro'lem. 'm 'sposta also go ta a couple shops fer some nice... cigars fer a couple'a of th' other folks goin'...?" He looked over the list to be sure. "Other'n tha', 's just some other odds 'n ends. If'n there's anythin' ya need fer th' trip too, we can grab tha' as well."

Virara Vira brushes aside a few of her dark bangs, growing long over her round forehead. "... I don't understand it. Poisoning oneself. Liquor and smoke." Virara Vira: "I only need food and space enough for dry clothes."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... I dun really get it either..." he admitted with a shrug. "But 's what they're wantin' so I'll get it. They're all in Gloam still helpin' clean up after th' storm 'n gettin' th' Lil' Namazu ready, after all. They're helpin' there, so th' least I can do is bring back what they're askin' fer."

Virara Vira: "What of the big fish?" Virara Vira gazes upon you in deep reflection. Virara Vira: "I never saw it. But I heard one outside the Sons' whaleship when we went down first time."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, uh... we ran inta tha' too. Ms. Aya'n th' others have been makin' fixes ta th' Namazu ta make it all sneaky so we can slip by th' big fish. Plus, we've got plans ta have some others mebbe distract it fer us."

Virara Vira gazes upon you in deep reflection. Virara Vira: "... Distract? How?" Virara Vira: "Food?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, I thin' th' plan is to set off some explosions 'r somethin' near th' water's surface ta draw it up 'n away from where we're goin'?" You gaze upon Virara Vira in deep reflection.

Virara Vira 's fingers tighten across her elbows, arms crossed as is typical of her. The idea of simply distracting such a powerful foe and slipping past them is pragmatic, and she seems to understand that, but her deepening frown seems to hint at a desire to test herself against the machine-beast. Virara Vira: "... I see. Wise. But will it work? I wonder."

Chachanji Gegenji: "We're hopin' it will," he states, though that doesn't mean much. "I thin' Ms. Aya 'n them have also been puttin' together other things tha' we can put on th' Namazu ta help get away from it if'n th' distractions 'n sneakin' dun work. Flares 'n stuff."

Virara Vira: "I suppose there is no way to fight it."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... there could be? But avoidin' it jus' seems... safer?" he explains, scratching at his floof.

Virara Vira raises an eyebrow. Virara Vira: "The facility itself is not safe. Right?" Virara Vira: "Well. I know nothing about ships. They can do whatever they feel is necessary."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I 'unno. 've nev'r been down there, but if'n th' fishmen are down there too... then I 'spose it might not be. Which is why I came lookin' fer ya ta help wit tha' part."

Virara Vira nods to you. Virara Vira: "Suitable. Though, if it is not useful for fulfilling the other request. Then I am only doing this for Chagenji." Virara Vira gazes flatly at him, a cool breeze flowing through her hair for a moment. "If it's what Chagenji asks, I can do it. But not for this Professor."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-tha's fair," Chachan manages with a smile. "'m hopin' tha' ev'ryone we're goin' down there ta find are akay, though. Includin' th' two ya made yer promise ta."

Virara Vira: "..." Virara Vira 's expression suggets she finds the possibility they lived dubious, but she doesn't voice this doubt.

Chachanji Gegenji: "'n if'n not... at least we can bring them back ta their families fer proper burial 'n all tha'..." he adds, a little bit more quietly, in admittance that things may not turn out all rainbows and sunshine. "B-but we won't know 'till we get down there 'n see. 'n if'n they ARE still alive, sooner is better, right?"

Virara Vira: "... Hm. I mislike it. But I have no other means to reach them. So I will accept this for now."

Chachanji Gegenji nods again. "Thanks, Virara. It means a lot ta me ta have ya wit us on thi'."

Virara Vira: "Mm..." Virara Vira: "... Has the Professor lectured you as well." Virara Vira 's expression shifts again, furrowing her brow. It sounds as if she's asking Chachanji if he's been tortured...

Chachanji Gegenji chuckles a little. "Ah, a little bit. She tried ta explain how her gadget keeps th' fishmen away last time 'n... I jus' couldn't follow it. Was like a whole other language."

Virara Vira staggers before you. Virara Vira: "... She explained it to me. The way the Allag machines draw energy. My head ached. So I left. While she was speaking. It made her wroth..." Virara Vira: "Why should it matter? I didn't understand it so I left."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, well... 'm sure someone walkin' away while ya were talkin' would seem kinda rude too," he admitted, though the way he said it made it seem like he wasn't totally deaf to Virara's side of the argument.

Virara Vira: "But if I stayed. I would likely fall asleep. I thought people misliked that."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Tha's true..." He canted this way and that. "I us'lly jus' try me best ta understand it as much as I can... though I still couldn't tell ya how her gadget works. But... th' important thin' was tha' she could make some more ta protect Gloam so... tha's really all tha' mattered." Chachanji Gegenji: "She could make more, 'n -she- know how they worked... so... it was fine?" A shrug.

Virara Vira: "Hm. That tiny island again. I suppose it might be worth something." Virara Vira seems lost in thought. Virara Vira: "That Imperial man from Ala Mhigo was strong, and he thought they were worth it."

Chachanji Gegenji blinks at that, not sure who she was talking about. "Well, 's close ta one'a th' places... so it seemed like th' best place ta keep th' Namazu at 'n test it."

Virara Vira: "Namazu? You named it after the fish men?" Virara Vira shakes her head. Virara Vira: "The... other fish men."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, yeah. It didn't have a name 'n no one else had a name fer it... 'n Ms. Ai was usin' a lil' robot thin' tha' talked 'n acted like a Namazu. So... Lil Namazu."

Virara Vira: "... Can they even swim that well?" Virara Vira questions dubiously.

Chachanji Gegenji: "I... 'unno. Haven't really thought ta check," he admitted. "Still, Ms. Ai's robot noticed th' big fish before we did durin' th' test run. Saved ev'ryone's lives by runnin' - err... swimmin'? - away real fast." Chachanji Gegenji: "So mebbe as long as th' Lil' Namazu can keep bein' as slippery as tha', we'll be fine."

Virara Vira looks at you in shock! Virara Vira: "The whaleship can do that? It's... possessed?" Virara Vira pulls out a vial of salt, clutching it between her fingers protectively. Probably to "cleanse" the area in case her speak of spirits attracted something...

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ms. Ai hooked th' robot up ta it ta help pilot it, so... 's kinda like tha'? More like th' robot was doin' th' sailin' instead of'a person?" [18:36]Chachanji Gegenji seems equally worried by the idea of spirits and possession, fiddling with the bead bracelet on his wrist under the glove.

Virara Vira: "...Mnnrgh..." Virara Vira seems more and more uneasy with the idea of this undersea trip by the minute

Chachanji Gegenji: "It doesn't always do th' drivin', though. It's more of a... helpin' thin'? 'm sure it'll be fine."

Virara Vira: "We shall see."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, should I come back 'ere ta get ya after I finish th' shoppin' I need doin'?"

Virara Vira: "That's fine. I will wait." Virara Vira seats herself upon the rock next to them, almost as if she intends to literally wait there until he returns, as unmoving at the stone.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah... sure thin', then. I'll... be back as soon as I can?" he starts. "Um... unless ya wanna come along. I jus' didn't want ta hold ya up from anythin' else ya need doin' a'fore we head back ta Gloam."

Virara Vira: "... I'm hungry. So if I went with you. I would surely eat the food you buy before it is used for your feast." Virara Vira intones with honesty.

Chachanji Gegenji: "... I mean, we could go grab somethin' ta eat a'fore we go shoppin'. As thanks fer yer helpin' out?" Chachanji Gegenji: "Thinkin'a stoppin' at th' Quicksand first fer those spices, after all."

Virara Vira: "Mn. That's suitable."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Akay then!" Chachan chirps with a smile. "We get somethin' ta eat at th' Quicksand, pick up th' spices, 'n then get th' rest'a th' stuff off Ms. Aya's list."

Virara Vira nods to you.

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blackrose-ffxiv · 6 years

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Luke Gravespast twiddled a spanner at Lebeaux as he started to crouch down and resume slowly chipping on the tile as he continued, right where he'd left off, laying in the lining and runners. "We's jus' 'bout done with it.... y' feelin' up to testin' this at all, so you know what it'll be like?" As he continued to lay the boundaries in, the next portion was apparently mimicking the inlays and work to hide what might have been an array of some kind. the largest portion seemed to be a small pile of unaspected crystals.

Lebeaux Desrosiers smiled primly as the spanner was waved at him. Not particularly concerned, the jab about Luke’s appearance was essentially friendly, considering the sort of thing he could say to him. “That would be for the best. I would hate to be caught off guard as well the first time it’s switched on.” He stared down at the crystals. “Those are what the system runs off of?”

Luke paused, spreading the crystals out. "Hrm... nau' exactly. They're wha' the block powers on, aye? So when the system is on, these end up holdin' the aether out and make sure the place is... a deadzone for as long as they can power. If someone tries t' use their own aether, they'll drain tha' off too," he said as he tapped the crystals. "The relay? An' tha boundaries, mean that it's contained."

Lebeaux smiled as he climbed off of the desk to pick one of them up, curious about the thing. “Amazing. What a clever idea. They soak up the aether like a sponge. Will there be a need to release the absorbed aether afterwards to ensure there isn’t any build up.” He’d heard tales from the Manufactory of workers forgetting to release the steam valves after their work.

Luke tapped the inlay that he was starting to lay in. "Release fer tha' system... once tha' hold is off, it'll disperse it inta tha' stream. Once y' shut it off, it automatically goes inta a slow release." The man had built the system so that Lebeaux didn't need to be anticipated to have two braincells to rub together, because he didn't give the man that much credit.

Lebeaux turned the crystal to admire it before he set it back into place. “Automatic release. Very good.” Assuming it had been built for ease of use rather than factoring the user’s negligence and general lack of familiarity with magitek systems of any sort.

Luke would agree it was always better to assume that the client wasn't being made fun of. In this case though, he was. Luke hummed as he continued to work on the install, shifting across the floor before the inlays and tracks met. "Jus' don't switch the crystals out fer more holdin', y's gau' ah time limit, depends on tha' caster, aye?" Hick? Hick.

Lebeaux smiled primly as he settled himself back onto the desk’s edge. “Oh, how nice. You’re learning Hingan. I haven’t been studying, so perhaps you should repeat that in the common tongue.”

Lucien waggled the spanner in the air before repeating what he'd said in... Doman. Horribly accented, but actually correct, Doman.

Lebeaux Desrosiers smiiiiiiiled at the hyur. Well played. “How droll.” He noted flatly. “You’ve picked up new and exciting ways to be tiresome.” He slid down off of the desk. “I’m going to fetch myself a cup of tea. Will you be having one or will you simply sustain yourself on that joke for the next bell.”

Lucien coughed to hide his laughter about it as he headed back to his feet. "I'd love a cuppa, if y'd b' so kind?" That joke was going to keep him grinning slyly at the man for at least the rest of the work, though.

Lebeaux nodded and skulked out of the room. He went to the sideboard to prepare cups of tea, but the sound of his boots moved away towards the clinic corner first. Sliding the door open and speaking quietly. Leaving Luke a few moments of peace before he returned to the table to retrieve the other two cups. He carried them in and held them both out, giving Luke his choice to prove there wasn’t anything funny going on with either of them. “Black tea, sugar and cream. There’s brandy or whiskey if you would like as well. You may add that yourself.”

Luke accepted the cup of tea when it was offered, and with little hesitation at all the blacksmith took a sip of the tea while he held it in a hand. "-Jus' this way, works f'r me! Don't put shit inta m' tea, unless y' make it bitter," he added after another sip to test the liquid.

“Ishgardian style is generally brewed as a milk tea. Light and sweet once the sugar is added.” He noted as he took the cup he had been given back to the sideboard to add a splash of brandy to his own. “Yet the local milk just doesn’t give the same flavor. So I have it brewed with water and add the cream after. Slightly more bitter, yet still decent.” He noted as he observed the other’s work. “So would you like to tell me what you were saying about ‘depending on the mage’ without chewing up your words this time.”

Luke continued to sip the tea though he headed over to the cream because if this was the bitter Coerthan leaves... and it hadn't been done with milk... "-get proper milk fer yer tea or grab another style an' embrace wha' they have here. There's a milk froth tea y' could try prolly-" The man looked up, clearing his throat pointedly before he started again as he stressed his words. "Wha' about... a'ight, so tha' mage isself is what determines how long tha' will last." Luke waited, seeing - with a lifted brow - if Lebeaux was going to object.

Lebeaux bristled slightly as Lucien decided to instruct him on the proper manner of preparing and drinking Coerthan tealeaves. “My, you are in fine form today, aren’t you.” He mused flatly. A generous helping of sass to make up for lost time, it seemed. “Feeling your oats a bit as you near the conclusion of your projects?” Nonetheless he took a sip of his tea and smiled. “Very well, I assume there is a limit as to how much can be absorbed before the system shuts down.”

Luke lifted a brow at Lebeaux and saluted him with the tea before he headed for the desk, putting the crystals - in a rather nicely made box that could pass for a snuff or smoke box - on it. The sass was there for the heaping out but with a wide smile he seemed to rein it in. "Aye - a very strong si-mage," he caught quickly, "-will hit tha' limits of the system. Don't change t' crystals but if y' need an upgrade I c'n work that in later, this should handle a decent one for ah good measure."

Lebeaux smiled primly at the small slip. Another little oddity to be added to the pile of ‘a very strange little hyur’. “That will be fine. I suspect the panic of being unable to use their aether will be enough to fluster any mage who attempts to cast, even if it’s only initially. It will buy me the time I require to retaliate.” He agreed as he eyed up the box that was now resting on his desk. Considering it for a few moments before he gave a small nod. It was ‘nice enough’ to pass as his own. “What would happen if the crystals were changed.”

Luke continued to hold the tea like a near-sailor but drink and seem to thoroughly enjoy it. "Usually wha' I see when y' deal with casters suddenly ain't able t' cast," he said with an agreeing nod to the man. And the box had been designed - with understated flair - to try to fit in the way that the lofty man had decorated. It was not ostentatcious, mercifully. "All right, tha' way tha' it would go down, if y' get the wrong kind or sort? Backlash an eedback t' you an' anyone inside."

Lebeaux smiled and tilted his head in agreement. He himself was a healer, his sort of casting wasn’t meant to be used on the offensive. Hence he had found other ways to defend himself. But those who depended on magic to exert their will wouldn’t deal well when they were suddenly left powerless. “I see. These have been chosen to work precisely with the system. Adjustments will need to be made should I require a larger capacity. I may, once the presence of this device becomes known. I’ll contact you at that time.”

Luke put his hand on the box, a tap on the system before he gestured for the man to step his way back around the desk. "If y' need a larger capacity I c'n adjust the system for it, an' can provide you. I'll have t' file a permit but it's easy 'nough t' get that in. Nau, y' want t' test this out so y' know what it feels like?"

Lebeaux wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Would that truly push it over to weapons grade.” He wondered aloud. Perhaps he would simply have to deal with it as it was. “Very well. That bridge can be crossed should we come to it.” The medic circled around the desk, standing behind it. “How do I turn it on, then more importantly, how do I turn it off again.”

Luke leaned over the desk - hopefully he didn't have the thing covered in important papers as the man tapped where he'd shaved off and recessed the secret switch. "On an' off there. Flick it on an' le's make sure nothin' explodes." At the remark of weapons grade, though, he chuckled. "Y' forget, have t' file permits for crystals... nau' weapons grade, jus' paperwork fer tha' Consortium."

Lebeaux quirked a brow at that. “I was not aware. That’s an interesting thing to know.” Perhaps with the quantity of stained crystal he had in his office as well as the crystals he was now having installed, he should perhaps keep a closer eye on that. Nonetheless he reached down to find the recessed switch, his other hand shooing Luke away before he could go rolling around on his desk to shuffle papers and spread his long-hair-grease on it. With a slow inhale he pressed the switch.

Luke backed off the desk, sitting on the chair and plopping down, tea still balanced expertly in hand as he watched the system come to life. There was little he could tell at all, in fact, but the feeling of a block and wall that seemed to drain the aether out of the room got a lip-twitch from the kir. Lebeaux would probably be feeling the far problematic version of being cut off from the connection that usually worked the lifestream all across the star.

Lebeaux blinked in surprise at the strange sensation, exhaling in a rush of air as he lifted his hands up and attempted to cast. Reaching for that magic that was always waiting for his beck and call to find it entirely unresponsive. Even his own internal aether refused to cooperate, being drained away just as quickly as he could bring it forwards. He gasped and then laughed, the sound sharp-edged and harsh. “Fury have mercy, it truly works. What terrible sensation.” He sighed as he reached for the switch to turn it back off again.

[23:52]Lucien Korbinius looked far, far less affected - if there was ever a doubt the blacksmith was trained in aether use that might've killed it, though he still looked uncomfortable before the device was switched off. "Did you doubt?" The man's voice curled a moment, watching with an uncharacteristic gleam in his eye as if studying how it affected even Lebeaux.

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#lebeaux #luke #the finishing touches are finally put on the aether-dampening magitek!#that will surely only be used for defense and not messing with easily spooked mages #nope

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