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[tomatowizard]

Who: Samata Mahto and others
What: Catch-all log!
When: The first week after coming back from the fissure
Where: Incendia, Keystone
Warnings: Nothin as of yet

-1: Silver Scavenging, September 21 and ongoing-
You can only be baffled and amazed by modern technology for so long, even in a city as big as Incendia. If Samata was going to be stuck here, she needed supplies. Food and such was already available, but to make any more magic items, she needed more esoteric ingredients. One, in particular.

Since, as she understood it, all of Incendia was theirs for the taking, she spent a healthy amount of time wandering the abandoned city and grabbing anything that was made of silver that she could find and stuffing it in a bag. Didn't matter if it was jewelry or tablewear. She just needed silver, and lots of it.

-2: Tinkering, September 22-
Lodestone Station. If you're there, for whatever reason, there's noise coming from one of the labs. It's being caused by Samata awkwardly shoving all the equipment that she doesn't recoginze out of the way. She's not terribly strong, so it's slow going. She's motivating herself with an apparently endless stream of grumbling.

"Probably expensive, or I'd just trash the lot of it. Too big to teleport it. Like I have time to lift weights all day. I'm an academic, not a thug for hire! There's probably a crucible in here somewhere but I'll be drowned if I can recognize it with how fancy they make everything around here..."

-3: Disarmed, Various times-
Sometimes, especially early in the morning or late at night, Samata just doesn't feel liking carrying an extra fifteen pounds of metal strapped to her shoulder. So that why when you were up for breakfast (or closer to lunch, really. She's not a morning person) or wandering about late at night, you crossed paths with Samata without her left arm. There isn't even any shoulder remaining. Just an empty sleeve flapping loosely behind her.

Comments

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[nojohnyouare]

[Mai looks over, cinnamon bun in hand, and blinks.]

We have forks. You need more?

[tomatowizard]

I need THESE forks.

[She kept stuffing her bag.]

[nojohnyouare]

...Are you starting a restaurant. [blink.]

[tomatowizard]

Goodness no! I don't know the first thing about cooking.

No, I just need a lot of silver.

[nojohnyouare]

Oh. Building? I can look for some.

[tomatowizard]

In a manner of speaking.

You don't have to help, but if you want to I would be grateful. It's weirdly lonely out here by yourself.

[nojohnyouare]

Probably. Since this place used to be so alive. You can tell.

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[moonlightglory]

Faith's seen Samata around, even if they've never talked. The arm stands out.

"Need a hand with that?" She was just on her way out for a workout, anyway.

[tomatowizard]

The grumbling stopped, then Samata stuck her head out the door to see who was interrupting her. She sized Faith up.

"Depends. Are you way stronger than you look?"

[moonlightglory]

"Yup. Magic."

[tomatowizard]

“Everyone here is magic, I think.” She observed.

“Okay. I’m just trying shove this...” she gestured at the industrial lathe she had been moving. “This whatever this is out of the way. I need some more floor space if I want to get anything done in here.”

[moonlightglory]

Faith noted the tone of voice on that observation, and decided not to get into it.

She transformed quickly, then using a combination of her enhanced strength and inertial manipulation to-- wow, even with all that, industrial lathes are heavy. But still, she's making progress.

"What are you..." Heave, grunt. "...doing down here, anyway?"

[tomatowizard]

Samata watched her transform and magic the thing over with interest. It looked like there was something other than raw strength at work here. Like she wasn't just stronger, but...making the thing lighter, somehow? "Research and development. Of magic. Didn't want to do it right where everyone was living."

After the Fireball debacle, she knew that was important.

lodestone labs

[bloodyashes]

[So here's a likely looking scavenger, who had been going back to the city to, you know, scavenge, but who has to take a stop to look at the commotion going on in the lab.

So there's a head of red hair leaning around the doorframe, probably quietly enough to get the drop on Samata without even particularly trying.]

Oh. It's you.

[tomatowizard]

[Samata spun around at the sudden voice behind her, looking unnerved and almost panicked for a second. Her face relaxed when she saw it wasn't an immediate threat, and then turned a bit sour when she saw who it was.]

Oh, it's me.

[bloodyashes]

[Threat reaction noted, but dismissed as generally harmless. She's not one of the people carrying knives, so it's fine.

If she's paying attention, she might notice that he's keeping careful track of his accent. Petty, to pull up the Daathic commoner's accent over his own again, but sometimes you're eighteen and you just gotta be petty.]

Sure you can lift that by yourself?

[tomatowizard]

I'm sure I can manage. Somehow.

[She looked at the large...thing she'd managed to move a few inches with uncertain eyes.]

Eventually.

[bloodyashes]

[He follows her eyes to give the machinery a look over, and somehow manages to sigh in the most annoyed fashion possible.]

Move over.

[Even as he says it, he's stepping closer - though not actually into her space - and stretching his shoulders out.]

[tomatowizard]

[Samata gave it one more shove for good measure, scooting it about half an inch but also proving that she wasn't just doing whatever the upper class sounding kid said. THEN, she sighed and stepped back to let Asch give it a shot.]

Have at it.

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[class_struggle]

"A crucible?" asks the boy.

He's got brown hair, a peasant's build, and a blacksmith's clothes; but that hammer at his hip is magic and he's wearing a belt of potions, supplemented with some of the pillbottles from the apothecaries in the city. He peers in, then points to a brushed steel device with buttons and switches and LED bits.

"That's what I've used when practicing," he says. "The artifice takes some getting used to. Are you new here?"

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[tomatowizard]

"There IS a crucible in here? Well that should make things easier..."

She gave the boy a once over. A craftsman, probably. Perhaps a craftsman who had graduated to a warrior of some kind? "I suppose I am. I've only been here a few days. Some others say they've been here for months."

[class_struggle]

She's not wrong, and yet...

"Only months for me - I came in via the Incendia rift."

He glances at Samata, and her clothing and glasses. "...Is it safe to assume you can read and write? The translation effect should work on writing here, and there are directions on the side." He indicates them.

[tomatowizard]

"Yes of course I can read." She said, and proceeded to do so. She felt slightly foolish for not having noticed that the machine was fucking labeled and hid it behind being snooty.

[class_struggle]

"It's more common than I'm used to," he says, maybe a little bit of teenage deadpan in his voice. "Seen more words in the shops in Incendia then I've seen in some personal libraries."

He drums his fingers on the counter, eye flickering over and up the arm. "...materials for enchantment?" he thinks out loud.

[tomatowizard]

Samata blinked. "Yes, actually. What tipped you off?"