theriflespiral: natalia, a pale girl with black hair and black eyes, holds a glass shard in her hand. a panoply of guns, bread, and nets surrounds her. (Default)
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I: Delivery to Elysium
Elysium-the-city was far larger than Natalia had first assumed. Not that this was a problem for her-- a day or two among the rooftops, and she would know this place as well as anyone who lived here.

For now, though, she was momentarily relying on a map she kept carefully tucked away, and an address on a box with a memorized order form (and countersign, and counter-countersign, easily handwaved).

Being a delivery girl was hardly a novel cover, but it was precisely because such things were ubiquitous that it was easy to slip into the role as she came around the service entrance. Add perhaps a touch of bitter expression at the cold-- she didn't even have to try for that one-- and things would, hopefully, work just fine.


II: Blames Her Tools (Vault)
Natalia, after spending the better part of a day hitting targets from as extreme a range as the Vault could afford, was now overhauling her rifle, first cleaning the inside of the barrel with a cloth and a cleaning rod, and then disassembling it, screw by painstaking screw.

The casings were drying on a separate cloth nearby, with the scent of soap and water, waiting for an oven to finish getting up to the proper temperature.

It took up an entire gunsmith's bench, between the disassembly and the casings waiting for annealing and rolling and fitting and loading, but there was something to it. A peace, in an artisan's craft.

She looked at the tool rack above her and clicked her tongue.

She would have to go hunting for that particular tool.

Okay. Smooth hair. Stand properly. Act like you're supposed to be here.

Time to go among the other workbenches. Or workshops, if she had to.


III: Wildcard
Bug Natalia because she looks suspicious or because you need something.

Date: 2024-12-20 05:46 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (004)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"May I?" He doesn't wait for permission before stepping beside her, his motions almost birdlike, quick and striking, the motions of a trained assassin or, more accurately, a bird of prey. He takes both, one in each hand, inspecting them intensely. He noted the traits each possessed as she'd described and nodded, pocketing the spend cartridge and the fresh round of ammunition and nodded toward the target again.

"Would you care to demonstrate a second time?" While to was praised as a question, there was a note a bit like command in his tone. "Please?" And the latter seemed genuine.

Date: 2024-12-20 11:03 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (011)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
He moved behind her, bending so his gaze sights along the shaft from which this bullet was being propelled.

"A truly effective means of murder." His ice blue eyes flick to her. "How do you enjoy it?"

Date: 2024-12-26 08:03 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (011)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"Both, I think." He had to admit, the 'barrel' length did look unwieldy in close quarters, which the weapon he supposed, was designed to kill efficiently at long range. Remarkable, really.

"Is it really unfortunate? Would you rather be weighed down by the loss of every stranger's life at your hands?"

He hummed an acknowledgement of her observation. He was indeed far from home. Too far, and without his towy dzymika, his little bird. He found sleep elusive at best.

"The Empire's leaders, perhaps. When one is built on oppression and conquest, it's usually the wedges that most feel the push."
Edited Date: 2024-12-26 08:05 pm (UTC)

Date: 2024-12-27 10:28 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (007)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"It might at that. That's the nature of war. I try to remember it isn't, and do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way. Worrying about every other soul pressed into service is exhausting. I'll free the ones I can, when the opportunity arises." He understands their plight, but he won't let the guilt of it weigh him down.

"Peasants fight an Emperor's war, and they're the ones who die for it. A familiar and very old song. Perhaps someone should change its tempo."

That was why they were all here, wasn't it? "You seem familiar enough with this weapon. Do you use them often?"
Edited Date: 2024-12-27 10:28 pm (UTC)

Date: 2024-12-30 06:11 am (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (011)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
It's strange, because her speech is completely alien, and yet it feels like the Kalyazi language of his own world. How can words be completely different and yet so hauntingly similar?

"Is that not the point of the Vault? Do you know how these spring-loaded boxes are formed? Perhaps the right ingenuity would solve your problem."

Date: 2024-12-30 08:30 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (010)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"I've used another's spellbook when I needed to, when a comrade fell and mine was spent, but I always found the spells wanting." Mostly because instead of hiring enchanters like most blood mages, Malachiasz always preferred to write his own spells. "So I understand. Perhaps enough specification and you could have something made only for you?"

Date: 2025-01-01 04:26 am (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (010)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"Oh, there's something to be said for it, but your own has it's merits. Have you thought about enchanted projectiles?"

Because he doesn't actually know what rifling is.

Date: 2025-01-02 02:54 am (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (010)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"Imperial Acts?" Some sort of magic, he assumes. "Are these spells in your world?" Equally fascinating, and he was very much interested in learned what they are. "Do you use them to imbue your...projectiles?"

Date: 2025-01-03 01:49 am (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (009)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"Mages, more likely. People like to pretend any sort of blessing is 'of the gods'. It makes their oppression seem better sanctioned that way." He shrugs. He'd done his best to bring those gods down. He'd gotten at least one.

"Simple, perhaps, but effective. Where do your abilities come from if not 'Imperial Acts'?"

Date: 2025-01-04 04:20 am (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (014)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
The same could be said for blood mages, back in his own world. Anyone could perform blood magic, but, "Some are more adept than others, surely."

He tilts his head to the side for a moment, regarding her. "Are you? More adept than most?"

Date: 2025-01-04 04:54 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (009)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
"Not enough?" If he were merely human, he would not have been able to follow her movements, but his eyes darted as quickly as she moved, eyebrow arching as he watched her work.

"Do you mean to eliminate armies all your own?"

Date: 2025-01-05 03:50 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (008)
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"If they beings running the Empire are anything like those I've already faced, we will be enough."

His eyes darken at the statement, literally, his pupils expanding until the spheres were black.

"They may have cowed me once, but they will not again."

Date: 2025-01-06 04:11 pm (UTC)
edaciousness: icon by <user name="vikael"> (011)
From: [personal profile] edaciousness
Eyes filled with falling stars? That described his brother, strangely, but only the one, and only because he'd been touched by the same god that had nearly caused Malachiasz to devour the world, having initially taken the older brother for want of the younger.

Eyes still black, he tilted his head to the side and blinked, a birdlike gesture made even more pronounced by his inhuman eyes.

"One of whom?"

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