mold

[09:21:52] Tick is snatched away from his chains. "You have a job to do." Without explaining anything, she drags those whom are needed away to her forge....

Inside of a smelter, a large heap of armor has been melted down. So many relics were sacrificed for this single crown- but the end product would surely be worth it. "One moment." Lasswell and Tick would have to wait briefly....

The crown is grabbed, the gem created by the imperfect is lodged into the very location that the green orb once resided. Once it's snug, and fitted, the Crown is inserted into a mold. Clamps hold the mold, yet- "Tick. Come." She shoves the boy forward, forcing his hands against the clamps. "Hold. If you budge even slightly, I'll castrate you." Ouch.

A small arc of electricity crashes into Tick- his nervous system is invaded, his body is paralyzed, and until her lightning and electrical impulses faded- the slave would be unable to move--

"Lasswell, use your gravity magic to lift the molten metal, and place it into the mold. It's the final step- and I don't care about how careful you are. If the slave loses his hands, then it will be worth the sacrifice!" She has no regard for his life in this moment, all that matters is the completion of her crown...
(Nahele)
[09:29:32] He'd hoped, when he saw them starting to walk away, that that would be it. He'd be left despite Nahele's orders to bleed out behind the throne, dying in peace, his existance ending as quietly as he lived. The chains were snatched, though, and his idle hopes dashed. Blood trailed behind him, and his eyes locked on the steady drip under his feet as he staggered along. What next? His eye? His leg? He long since gave up getting attached to any physical part, knowing how easily it could be lost.

Even now, years later, his leg still ached and left him with a small limp.

The heat of the forge woke up from a drowsy state of mind. He couldn't help a small flicker of interest at the sight. Melted down relics, a crafted jewel. Years ago he would have given her a scowl and not budged until he was forced, but now he settled for just the scowl. Sliding forward, it seemed he wasn't fast enough for her tastes as he was shoved forward, his hands guided roughly in place.

To be honest, it was sort of a relief as he was forcefully paralyzed. He didn't really trust his own body not to betray him, but that didn't make the invading, forced stillness any less hateful. His eyes were locked on the process, at least in a good position to watch the action. While he'd prepared himself to lose anything physical at this point, that didn't mean a small part of him could resist hoping that, despite Nahele's words, Lasswell didn't cause a loss of limb today.
(Tick)
[09:32:06] Molten metals, each bubbling before him.

"Tick!" His voice erupted as the pull of gravity rushed throughout the entirety of White Tower. "If you manage to spill a single drop? I will kill you." He spoke as the massive eruption of winds found themselves moving around this entire group. Forcing not even a single gust of wind to invade this space he would find himself working within, not allowing even a single thought of failure to cross his mind as his glare lingered upon this slave. It didn't matter if the slave was careful or not, it mattered if Lasswell could preform such actions without any loss of a single drop of this metal that was meant to be used for this crown, this relic to be forged at the hands of this Queen.

"Now!" His voice erupted as the sudden influx of gravity twisted throughout the entirety of the room. The entire space they now stood within moving to his very own will. Not even a single gust allowed to break through as this molten metal all rose into the air, not even a drop allowed to spill form it all as it continue bubbling and bursting with energy as though it was under the very control of this Knight. The malice in his gaze locked inside his eyes as it lingered upon Tick, the metals all swirling and spiraling into the mold as all he could do was hold his glare upon this boy. Even so much as the tiniest movement would interrupt such perfection he sought to reach with this, even the slightest twitch from Tick would force everything to be ruined.

If all went as planned..?

These metals would be expertly dumped into the mold, without so much as a second of hesitation or worry had in the mind of Lasswell.
(Lasswell)
[09:39:47] Completion.

After months of sacrifices, her crown had been completed. The metals filled the mold, Tick refrain from moving until Lasswell's work is completed, thus...

The slave is released from the whims of her lightning, allowing him to move freely once more. "Ahem." Fingers snap, and two guards come rushing to her side! "Take this morsel and put him back where he belongs..." After the command is given, she merely offers a nod to Lasswell.

"Excellent work as always. I wouldn't expect anything less of you, my Knight." Taking a chair, she places her rump into the seat--

"I will wait for it to cool. I refuse to step away from this thing until it's completed. I've quite literally risked my life for some of the things that are shoved into this object...ah. I can't wait to see how it turns out........." She nods once, twice.

"You're free to attend to your other duties now. Deal with the plebeians for me in my absence."
(Nahele)
[09:44:54] As strong as the lull was to study the situation, Tick's attention was taken by Lasswell's challenging words. His own amber gaze settled on the Knights, meeting that tone with his own in gaze. It was as if the other was just waiting for him to screw up, challenging him to fail, and the teens gaze betrayed what words couldn't express. Even if he hadn't been paralyzed in statue form, with Lasswell's glare met against his own, he wouldn't have moved even an inch. His eyes said one, simple thing:

'Fuck you.'

When he was released, he still didn't budge, didn't fall with relief of unlocked limbs. Only when the item was taken did he finally let himself relax. When the guards came for him, he met Lasswells eyes with a small tip of his chin and a scowl, allowing himself to be led away. It wasn't like he could fight them off anyways.

As small as it was, a tiny part of him felt he'd won a small victory, before realizing just how pathetic that was.
(Tick)
[09:45:45] Tick: (gonna wait for feith then off to class
[09:48:19] His duties were fulfilled.

The massive eruption of winds that moved throughout White Tower fell to their conclusive end the very moment the final drop of molten metals were placed within this mold. His duties completed with only the excellency that could be expected from one such as Lasswell, his glare that locked upon tick throughout this entire experience reduced to nothing as he found himself staring back towards Nahele. This was what she had worked so tirelessly for, this was what she had worked to achieve! Even the glare that held in the gaze of Tick was ignored as this simple act had been brought to its close. Perhaps he deserved some anger here and now, watching as both his body was locked up and being ordered not to move even an inch.

"That was all? Then I'll return to the streets, call me if I am needed again..." He spoke in that moment as the crushing force of gravity returned to only himself. Bobbing and weaving throughout the air as though he held complete control over it, mastery in his craft above all else. Still they had duties needing to be preformed, still they had objectives that had not yet reached their conclusion. For a moment he seemed to pause, just as he turned away from both Nahele and Tick his entire body felt as though it locked up in that moment. There was still so much to discuss, still so much their Lord needed to understand.

"Oh... When we have that meeting with our Lord regarding the future of Ragnarok? Be sure to alert me."

With that, he was finally off!
(Lasswell)