Strange Manifestations (pseudo-modern fantasy)

"Yeah yeah," says an elf woman as she walks around the building to greet Efree. She is built more like a thin and somewhat tall dwarf than an elf, and what she has in muscle mass she seemed to lack in the grace typical of her people, as evidenced by the way she stumbled a little over a rock in her path but caught herself. Her face is rounded and she has a button nose that might have made her almost painfully cute if it wasn't bent out of shape.

"You didn't miss much, still missing one of the shipments of ore I was expecting. Come on, we got some smelting to do."

"That...that's odd," is all Aren has to say as he looks her over, "I've never seen this happen, Ter."

"Me neither what's going on?" she asks, a twinge of fear in her voice.

"Well...maybe it's got something to do with Toraq's Essence...?"

Paul is cleaning up the 'damage' caused by Toraq's transformation. "Or is Ter just a cat lover?" he snarkily replies.

Efree looks a bit disapointed for a second. "So that means we have to shift our schedule a bit. Fine with me." Efree writes a few runes in the air, then he opens the furnace and climbs in.

"Oh...I'm sorry...I did not mean to cause you any trouble, Terenia..." Tor says worriedly.

"Only a bit, keep us in about the medium range, some of this stuff gets messed up pretty easy," says Kiedra as she cracks her knuckles and closes the door. The forge itself is set up in such a way that the fires on the inside would come into contact with the water to create steam which, in turn, would power some of the machinery in the smithy itself. However, with Efree being the sole source of fire, some adjustments had to be made, making Efree in complete control of just how the whole mechanism works. There is also a grated window above the hatch that Kiedra starts feeding ore into slowly, nodding solemnly at her employee as she works.

"It's okay," she says, glaring at Paul for a moment and thinking about smacking him playfully for the snarky comment, but knowing he was too far away for that to work, "I'll get used to it until it goes away. It...it will go away right, Aren?" To this, the mage merely shrugs and, with a relieved smile, goes back to putting the gloves together.

Efree begins to meditate, constantly monitoring the temperature.

Paul finishes cleaning up, just before a customer walks in. "Oh, hold up, gotta take this." He walks over to the cash register, anticipating the dope-slap Ter normally gives him.

Tor, still in beast form, quickly makes himself scarce as not to frighten the customer with his appearance.

"We're in the roasting phase, kick us up a little bit," says Kiedra as she works. As the ore begins to heat up, sulfur and carbon begin filling the forge as an acrid smoke.

Before Toraq can disappear the customer, a young boy and who appears to be his mother, look up at him. The boy is in awe of the beastkin, and the mother seems a little tense. As they pass, the boy says "He's so cool!"

"Yes, sweetie," she says before approaching Paul, "excuse me...we heard we could find some...magic items here? I'm looking for something to help with my son's headaches." At this, Aren gives Toraq a glance and holds up the gloves he was working on before. They are finished.

Meanwhile, Terenia raises a hand as if to pop Paul one when he comes close, trying to fake him out first. Her tail swishes through the air in a way that seems out of her control.

"Understood."

Tor returns Aren's glance before looking at the gloves then the boy. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "...Perhaps, I could help, miss?" Tor says to the boy's mother. "I am...studying to be a healer."

Things seem to be going well enough in the forge. The machines run as they should and the ore slowly does its thing. Kiedra continues working on other things, including using some of the already prepared metals to start making various items.

The woman looks from Aren to Toraq to Paul and then back to Toraq. Aren steps forward with the gloves and leads the boy, with a reassuring smile toward Toraq, handing the beastkin his gloves when he gets close enough. Toraq should notice that they are put together in such a way that they can resist tearing under any sudden expansions.

Tor nods briefly before slipping the gloves on, flexing his hands a bit. "Alright. Please, keep still." he says to the boy before raising his hands, a faint aura of orange Essence around them. He gently places them upon the boy's head and the aura glows brighter as he concentrates on trying to heal him.

Paul looks over at the mother, trying to reassure her that he knows what he's doing. "Trust me, if my boss didn't want him healing your son, he would have yanked him back at the first mention of 'healing.'"

Tor continues to focus on healing. "Just about...there." he says as the glow fades, he lowers his hands the aura of Essence dissipating from around him as well. "I am...finished." he nods.

The boy shakes his head and looks back at his mother.

"I don't feel different," he says, to which Aren is more than happy to reply.

"As it is with magic, young one. Here," he hands the boy a small ring, "wear this and you'll never have another bad dream. On the house." He then straightens up and looks at Toraq with a smirk.

"I'm sure he did quite well."

Efree is doing a part of his homework while doing his work.

((Sorry for the delay on this one))

Kiedra is working diligently when someone arrives with five crates. She signs off for them and turns her head to the interior of the building.

"Hey hot stuff, want a break? Stuff's finally here."

"Okay." The door to the furnace opens and a flaming hand reaches outside for the coat and the hat. Then Efree climbs out, already cooling down fast, soon reaching his normal, black temperature again.

"Hello there."

Toraq scratches his head and turns to Aren, whispering. "Do...Do you really think it worked?" He asks, sounding unsure.

The dwarf behind the delivery merely shakes his head and says something along the lines of "elves..." before having Kiedra sign for the ore and taking off. She starts picking up crates and hauling them in, setting them against a wall for now.

"Doing good today," she says, picking up one of the cooled ingots she'd made with Efree's help. It has a green tinge to it.

Aren pats Toraq on his shoulder, "I'm sure it did, and if not..." he shrugs, "You're only just starting."

Paul turns to the customer and asks "Do you want help with anything else?"

edited 24th Oct '15 10:50:59 AM by WilliamRadarStorm

"What do you teach me today, Master?"

edited 24th Oct '15 10:59:42 AM by Blackie