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vivalaI. The Armory
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
...
Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
...
Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
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Date: 2024-09-17 09:03 pm (UTC)Donnie, do you need to talk about stuff more? You know she's good for it. She can't guess what's going on in his mind, but she senses something's off from that wrinkle. Or at least guesses at it.
Nephenee hands over the broken weapon, frowning. "Never had one break like this...but then again, Ah normally don't go 'round smashin' door hinges, neither. Wonder if it jus' wore out from all blows it's been dealin' an' takin'." To be fair, she's used to far stronger metal and weapons, and the Wishblade is enchanted to not break. "So the dents are preventin' the staff from collapsin', huh? Need some help bendin' the metal?"
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Date: 2024-09-17 09:24 pm (UTC)"Smashing door hinges? Yeah...that'd probably do it. Could also just not have been that great to begin with, the damage here is pretty impressive." Donnie hefts the thing, giving it a test spin. The rest of it still feels pretty solid, a lot heavier than what he's used to wielding.
"Given how easily I've seen you use this thing, maneuverability might not be too big an issue for you if we take the staff route? If you leave it here I can definitely take care of the damaged head and rebalance it." He's not specifically a blacksmith but this much he can do.
His eyes rove over his own weapon again. "Need something sturdier, more like. No point in reforging that if it'll just get dented in again."
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Date: 2024-09-23 08:26 pm (UTC)"Sounds fine by me. Don't mind leavin' it here, no good to me right now; more a hinderance, honestly." She looks to his poor, bent collapsible staff, then moves closer to inspect it better. "Ya mentioned 'titanium'...where's that e'en from? Have ya had a chance to look in the library 'bout it?" A stronger, lighter metal...she won't lie, she'd love a lance made of that. But he needs a weapon that'll hold up first. Priorities. "What's it made o'now?"
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Date: 2024-09-23 10:23 pm (UTC)"Titanium's available, but it seems we might not have a whole lot to spare. At least that's what Angelika made it sound like." His snout wrinkles as he thinks about that conversation, which had still overall left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"They use it for the flight-capable armors, so it's not like it's rare."
He picks up his staff pieces, fitting them back together. "This is steel. Titanium is even sturdier, but so much lighter."
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Date: 2024-09-24 09:59 pm (UTC)That was a long time ago...how long had she even used steel weapons before Soren commissioned Ohma for her? She's not really sure.
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Date: 2024-09-25 03:11 am (UTC)Donnie finishes reconnecting his staff, holding it at armslength before he gives it a test spin. He can tell something's off even though he manages to twirl it, and not being able to stow it will definitely be a pain.
"-wait, silver? That's even less sturdy than steel, lousy choice for any weapon. Too soft."
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Date: 2024-09-30 07:48 am (UTC)"Ah dunno if they do anythin' extra to it. Ah'd assume so, but that's what they call it. Maybe it's some special silver? Or there's some magic on it?" Heck if she knows. She can work with some metals, but that's only because she had to shoe their horses sometimes...
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Date: 2024-09-30 04:48 pm (UTC)"It'd have to be magic or something," Donnie says, all too eager to not focus on the subject of Adolphus, even if he was the one who had brought him up. Still, he can't help but finger those 'scars' on the length of his staff, like he could smooth them out if he rubbed hard enough.
"Unless silver in your world is different than silver here."
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Date: 2024-09-30 11:20 pm (UTC)She scratches her head, puzzling over that. "Maybe it is? This ain't my first language, so maybe it's not the right word for it, neither...but Ah think that's how {silver} translates?"
It's as close as anything she knows of, but she can't think of any real difference between the two. "Sure looks like silver to me, anyhow."
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