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| Blue Warlord | Jul 19 2012, 10:59 AM Post #1 |
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The sounds of metal clanging off of metal rang out through Rachel's manor. These were sometimes interspersed with noises of grinding, sawing and occasionally, the sounds of a blowtorch. "OH SHIT!" Swearing too. Booting open the door, Rusty emerged from the smoking room, hacking and coughing. He was covered in ashes and oil marks, goglles firmly placed over his eyes, bandanna covering his entire head of hair and gloves firmly on. Dressed in a simple workman's jacket, it too being completely and utterly ruined by his work, he continued to cough until some ash was finally coughed up from his throat. "Gah...next time... we use a little less." he muttered, picking himself off the floor. "But first." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a flask of water and opened a nearby window, allowing for the smoke to clear out of his workroom whilst also giving himself some fresh air. He didn't dare touch anything, not wanting to ruin Rachel's house. To put it into perspective how dirty he was right now, the only thing that could necessarily be called white was the Soul Pick that dangled from around his neck, glowing slightly dim with Rusty's recent disappointment. He'd been so close to cracking it this time! The rocker had been working his ass off for nearly an entire 24 hour period, not speaking to anybody, not answering the door, not for nothing. Hindsight, that was probably a bad idea and as such, he had no way of knowing if anyone else had made it back yet. But he was close. His new weapon was DEFINITELY coming together. Only problem was, it kept nearly falling apart at the last moment or even worse, set on fire. If only he could use seithr. Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 20 2012, 11:18 PM.
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| Smitejr | Jul 20 2012, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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Walking into the room without bothering to use the door, Desmond walks up behind Rust. The experience he holds in this one specific field informs him just what Rust is trying to do. "You know, that's a rather inefficient way to build a weapon. Forming something unstable usually requires seithr infusion." Unsure of any other way to greet his friend, Desmond simply tries his best to help. |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 20 2012, 07:35 PM Post #3 |
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Rusty, still coughing with his head low, instantly perked up. He didn't look behind him just yet, but he grinned anyway. "Was wondering when you'd show up..." Now the mechanic turned, moving his goggles off his eyes and showing bare pink skin around his eyes compared to the sooty complexion the rest of his flesh showed. Meeting the assassin's gaze, his grin grew that bit wider. "...you mercenary fuck." Crossing the distance between them in a step, he stuck his hand out for a shake near instantly. "DES! You bloody made it!" the mechanic whooped. "Knew you wouldn't be able to keep your nose out of shit like this for long!" Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 20 2012, 11:19 PM.
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| Smitejr | Jul 20 2012, 07:41 PM Post #4 |
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Desmond takes the hand, smiling back. He usually took his hood off when the position was obviously safe, but he kept it on with all the smoke and soot. "My name was listed with yours as an accomplice. It was either escape, or cut a deal with the NOL." Rubbing his shoulder, he shrugs. "I found the idea distasteful, though I almost had to go along with it. The blond woman has impeccable timing, thankfully." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 20 2012, 07:53 PM Post #5 |
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"That woman being Miss Alucard? Yeah, she's a diamond. Easy on the eyes now too." Rusty admitted, shrugging alongside Desmond. "Besides, we all know what happens whenever you join the N.O.L side. I just kick your ass and rehire you." The mechanic stuck his tongue out with a grin, a playful barb being thrown his way. The rocker watched the smoke thin a little and grimaced. "I reckon another two minutes or so and I can go back in there." he muttered to himself. Then he looked over to the mercenary again. "So, apart from dodging bullets, how've you been?" Rusty asked, as if he wasn't in the middle of a vampire's mansion, sootier than Santa Claus, talking to a mercenary and watching smoke pour from a weapon. Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 20 2012, 11:19 PM.
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| Smitejr | Jul 20 2012, 08:26 PM Post #6 |
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Desmond huffs a bit, crouching down. "You really think you could defeat me? If you win, it's only because I would want you to." Looking at the work Rust is doing, Desmond grins. "Especially if, as I suspect by your construction, the Halford is no longer in your possession." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 20 2012, 08:35 PM Post #7 |
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Rusty stiffened. "Low blow, Des." was all he said, looking to the floor and waiting for the smoke to clear. "I take it you heard what we managed to pull off in Wadatsumi, right? I'm guessing you're gonna chew me out like Epsilon did? Before you do though, I did it to safe Nu's life. I lost the Death Leopard and The Halford and my soul now exists in this thing." He tugged out the Soul Pick and showed it to the mercenary. "I went into seithr shock twice and still came out the other side looking as awesome as I do. Only problem is, weaponless." Rusty sighed again. "So, I decided to make a new one." Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 20 2012, 11:20 PM.
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| Smitejr | Jul 20 2012, 08:42 PM Post #8 |
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Desmond looks away, abashed. "I apologize. I had no knowledge of what occurred in the branch." Looking away, he sighs. "It's good the weapon did it's job. A weapon's purpose is to serve it's wielder's purpose, and if it let you save Nu, then it did not break in vain." Hearing the words seithr shock, Desmond places his face in his hands. That, however, was stupid. Still, with Nu in danger, it would be foolish to expect any other response..." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 20 2012, 08:55 PM Post #9 |
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"Yeah, but sometimes a weapon becomes a partner and it's sad to see them go." Rusty shot back with a sad smile. "And seriously, you should have seen some of the shit we were up against. Freaking cybernetic fisherman and....B-Baur.." The thought of the giant black lion demon sent a shiver down Rusty's spine, his face paling slightly and hands shaking. He quickly tried to drag himself out of it. "H-hey! Smoke's cleared!" he distracted, walking forward back into the room. It was still slightly smoky, but the forging area glowed a reddish hue. "Ah crap..." Rusty muttered, looking at the slightly axe shaped glowing object Edited by Blue Warlord, Jul 20 2012, 11:21 PM.
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| Smitejr | Jul 20 2012, 08:58 PM Post #10 |
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Looking down at it, Desmond shrugs. "Just needs seithr. Although...seithr overload...hmm..." Eyeing the axe, Desmond turns to Rust. "You want to try once more to acheive a better shape? While it's easier to infuse seithr during the forging process, I could likely perform the necessary steps even now." |
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