Spear Log 2

[22:01] Thorn shrugs, sighing.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[22:08] Katrin shrugs right back, a shake of her head as she takes out a big swathe of fire crystals from one of the chests. A hefty sack that rattles and clinks and clatters as she hoists it up and over to her work station.

She brings along the unfinished spear, too. It might appear complete, to the untrained eye, but Katrin knows better.

"Right. So I'm gonna melt all these crystals down, and anneal the arcanium bits in it. Give 'em a lil' more power, lil' more oomph," she explains, bringing out a large basin of porous, volcanic rock.

"...Still ain't sure about addin' blood yet."

She considers it, pensively running her tongue over the tips of her dagger sharp teeth. The hunger, at the edge of her mental awareness, continues to lurk.

It doesn't consume her, not yet, but she's all too aware of its presence.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[22:17] Thorn leans against a wall- Or was it more a divider? This particular cave system didn't have many dividers. Nevertheless, the man began to hum away- Filling the cave with the mimicked siren song that he had been entranced by.

"Those crystals aren't volatile right? I know they're used for alchemy and the like." His brows furrowed a bit, a hand rose to begin writing runes into the air. "Could get a clover for some luck, yeah?" He chuckled softly to himself- As long as they were kept sane... They didn't want Katrin to succumb to the hunger pangs. The desire to eat was always there... Although Thorn wasa more than not oblivious to it- He could not quite imagine the ravenous feeling of hunger that Vampires found themselves accustomed to.

"Could use... My blood?" He smiles a bit. The dichotomy was present, and while his blood did not share the same qualities of Katrin- It was still his very life essence.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[22:19] The artificer's ears twitch in response to the siren song. A pleasant melody over the crackle of the forge she stokes to life. She tries to catch onto it, to hum a few bars- but she's never been too musically inclined.

"They are!" she replies, hefting up an equally hefty stone lid that settles on top of the rock container. "But that's why I got this."

The hunger was almost always there, unless she was absolutely glutted. A rarer thing these days as discrete feeding sources became less reliable.

"Clover I guess maybe, I-"

There's a twitch as he mentions using his own blood. She rubs a hand down her face.

"...You sure?"

There was a poetry to it that she couldn't deny. Their blood in one another's weapons.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[22:32] Humming had followed Thorn throughout his life, every day as he dreamt listlessly... There would be some form of idle movement or action. A smile curled up on his lips as he noticed Katrin seeking to replicate his melody. "Maybe one day we can have our own little song. Play at our wedding." A lofty goal but one he was enthused to pronounce to the world- His world at least, as his eyes rest upon Katrin's features.

"Seems secure. And also kinda heavy." Thorn was sure Katrin could handle herself though, she was.. Strong. He knew it. Reliable, dependable.

"Why wouldn't I be? I bloodlet all the time. to maintain symbiosis. I'm quite the farmer, yknow? Thumb's green. And in my mind." He gazes upon Katrin for a moment longer, "Gotta make sure you don't wilt, that you're keep as beautiful as you are, as you'll always be." He nodded enthusiastically!

He lifted a hand up into the air, staring at it. A webbing of scarring surround its. "From battle and from all the cuts and pricks."
(Thorn Meztin)
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[22:38] She appreciated his lofty goals, his dreams. Katrin always prized those that were willing to dream, to pursue. To, as the Lady one said, let their souls shine bright.

"Sounds a fine idea...The rings'll be the next project. I was wantin' to get Atagi's help, since he knows the crystals, but. I know he's on vacation." No sense in disturbing the Kitsune from his rest.

Though he had held a faint hope with his tools. There was still work to do regardless.

"Yep! I mean, it's gotta' be for workin' with big, volatile stuff. Otherwise it'd just blow apart. Or melt." She starts to load all the fire crystals, a clattering and clinking, into the heavy stone container. There's a wry laugh in reply.

"Well...ain't gotta' worry too much about that, precisely. But if you wanna..."

Katrin still seems markedly uncertain. She hems, she haws. From her hip she takes a rusty knife, using it to prick her thumb; she squeezes a few small drops of her own blood into the mix. Then she steps back and away. Far away. All the way to the other side of the room.

"If you wanna. Go ahead. Just...right into the big pot there. And put the lid on after you're done. Please." The less she could smell it, the farther away, the better.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[22:56] With everyday, he felt a step closer to having his bucket list completed. But even then, he had miniature goals that he wished to see completed- Even if he kept most of them to himself, it still felt as with every lull in his life, came a moment of brief but explosive action. He was thankful- But would he be satisified?

"Want his help, huh? Well... I hope he returns soon as well, once the rings are made. We can have our little wedding. Just the two of us, if we gotta." Just incase his friends would spread the word.

"All that in there, huh? Hm.." He already began to imagine the container as more of a basin, Thorn would return to the past- Back before he was still unattuned to the spiritual realm. Thorn produced his own blade- Right from his palm.. A spear would jut out, it would ultimately cross his palm.

His lifeblood would drip from his hand and into the container. Bit by bit... He was trying to eyeball about the same amount Katrin had placed into his gauntlets. It was only fair.

After it was all said and done? The lid's container was placed on the pot. The wound he had accrued would be dressed- Maybe even licked away a bit. He didn't have much at current.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[23:02] "Well. He's good with the crystals. Figure he could shape it without losin' much material- it's fine though. If I gotta' get help elsewhere? I can. Or just do it myself." The artificer was, to a fault, proud of her self reliance in most matters of her craft.

"Y-yeah. Just...right in there." For good measure she takes a few steps back.

It doesn't help too much. The smell still hits her keen senses. Her pupils dilate and narrow in on the blood as it spills into the container.

She grows abhorrently pale. The artificer shivers and shakes and her eyes flicker that awful red like a shorted out lamp post.

There's a long, slow lick of her tongue across her teeth and lips. Katrin grows unresponsive for a few moments.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[23:10] "Exactly! World's your oyster after all- But if anything, I'm here for you. As always, pal." He could assure her that. Even if in the end, he preferred to fight alone and meander about the world alone.

"Perhaps it was a better idea if you had left the room entirely, huh?" The man would begin to chuckle a bit before she fell ominously silent. What stood before him seemed nothing like the Drakanite of only a few moments ago- Was that red within her eyes?...

The Ookami's very first instinct upon seeing that vivid color? To clench a fist, he stayed his hand a bit. It was in his nature to stand his ground against the creatures of the night. Even if it meant.. His own fiancé would suffer.

His brows furrowed, he frowned. A clawing anxiety wracked his back, "Hey, pal. You okay?" He hid the fist- And the bloodied hand. "Talk to me. Anything at all... You want some tea?"
(Thorn Meztin)
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[23:18] Another slow lick. She doesn't have to see it to smell it, to hear the strong, steady rhythm of his heart. Full of life, full of nourishment.

Her eyes are unmistakably red, and they remain that way. At least visibly, until she squints them shut.

She squints them shut, hunkers down, and puts her hands over her ears. For all the good it does her.

"Just...just. Gimme a minute."

Katrin takes deep breaths. Her shoulders tense, all her muscles coil.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[23:27] Vigor. Even in his growing age, Thorn still fought about the same as he always did. Although rust was more than enough to keep him down- He required a bit more time to fight- He never wanted to end up in obscurity.

Worry exceeded his features, he dared not make a move. He did not want to trigger something he would regret. Thorn would nod, "Take all the time you need. It's okay." Then he'd nod, his heart beats... But could she feel his concern?

"Maybe I shouldn't have suggested it.. I'm sorry, pal."
(Thorn Meztin)
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[23:30] The breaths become shaky and unsteady. Her shoulders shake. When one of her eyes creaks open, still violent crimson, she looks to him.

She keeps her jaw shut tight. When she speaks, it's through clenched teeth.

"Let's just...let's. Change places. Okay? You come over here. I go over there. Real...real slow."

Maybe. Just maybe, if she can focus on her work. Something to ground her from the gnawing hunger and the very distressing desire she feels.

Katrin starts pacing around towards her work station, but keeps the Ookami as distant as possible.
(Katrin Weiss)
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[23:35] Thorn would take the assured long way around, he'd stick close to the wall- Sliding across it as he kept his eyes on Katrin. And now, he dared not even make a sound. As little as his presence as possible- That's what he wished to achieve.

There was only a flake of hope in him, if they could accomplish this without violence- Without wounding one another... The Meztin would be all the happier. Even if he couldn't find it within him to smile.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[23:39] From the dark of the cavern the eyes watch him. They follow him, trace him through the gloom. Two razor thin slits in a sea of red.

Then they flick away, towards the workstation where the dull glow of coals from the forge illuminates it. She takes the great, porous stone vessel, sets it on the forge and, with a will of mana, coaxes it to brilliant, conflagrating life.

The contents of the stone vessel roil and rattle, with its lid jostling slightly. It remains stead fast.

There is a faint few words that may or may not be able to be heard over all the clatter.

"...'M sorry."
(Katrin Weiss)
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[23:45] The Ookami continued to return his golden gaze towards the Weiss. He couldn't help but watch, morbid fascination as well as a survival instinct. What stood before him was an enemy, something that he would assuredly have crushed- Were it not for his emotions. His heart yearned for the woman's humanity to return more than anything.

Thorn leaned against the wall, he had nothing to say- Rather, he didn't know what to say. The man would nod slowly. Even his humming had stopped.

All that was left was his feet shifting weight from one to the other.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[23:51] It was a thin line that kept them from trying to do serious harm to one another, yet one that held steadfast, no matter how slender it might be.

The smell of blood fades some as the forge lights up, replaced by the cloying smell of coal, ash, and cinders. She inhales deeply- it's not like she has to worry about damage to her lungs.

Katrin centers herself by small degrees at a time. The red fades from her eyes as the smoke enters her nostrils and she goes through the motions of her work. It brings her a zen sort of calm.

Once the lid stops its rattling she removes the lid; the fire crystals and blood combined create a thick, viscous substance. The artificer reaches for her spear, hefts it, and plunges the head into the concoction.

It sizzles, it hisses and spits violently, but when she pulls it free the metal glistens a fiery hue. Not too unlike the gloves the Meztin wore.

"...Think that'll do for now," she mutters, breaking the silence. "Thank you for your help. Darlin'." She glances to him sidelong, but does not look directly at him.

"Means a lot. All ya give."
(Katrin Weiss)
[00:06] The cavalcade of smells invaded his nose as well- He pinched the bridge of his nose, he observed intently even then. Was that all that was needed? The man would cock their head back as the Weiss would continue their work as quickly as they began.

All the sights and sounds that would permeate the room. Tawny hues widen, the wolf's attention was entirely upon the spear... A gasp, he finally let out, watching... Well, the man was CERTAINLY watching! Even as it was unveiled to the world- At least, to him.

As she spoke, he'd wait until he could finally comment "That's so cool.."- Her head turned to face him. "Ah! Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Of course. I'm always here to help. It's my duty, yknow? It feels right. It feels.. Good." He nods erratically.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[00:09] She finds a blessed rhythm again. Back to something more normal, or as close to it as she can get any longer. Katrin takes the spear and turns it this way and that, affording it a critical eye.

There's a little smirk as she hears his gasp and she chuckles.

"Yeah...yeah. Turned out alright. Gotta let it cool now the slow way. Otherwise it'll through all the metal off," she explains.

Katrin dusts the coal off of her mitts and sighs. She turns a little further, hazarding a more full glance of the Ookami.

"Still. Wanted to thank ya. You ain't owe me anything...How's your hand?"
(Katrin Weiss)
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[00:14] Thorn looks to his hand and.. Finds it within his power to smile. "Yeah.. Yeah... I cut a bit deeper than expected. It stings a bit but. I'll be alright. The man would nod before stuffing it into a pocket of his.

"You don't owe me anything either, but I'm still gonna give you a lot of stuff. The best stuff I can give you."
(Thorn Meztin)
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[00:14] {Won Restrained RPB against Thorn Meztin}
[00:16] ** Katrin Weiss has inflicted an injury upon Thorn Meztin. ("Blood Letting", "Thorn has given an offering of blood and is now weakened by merit of exsanguination.", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[00:18] Relief floods her. Nothing was ruined or, hopefully, beyond repair. She takes a half step towards him. Then opts to maintain a safe distance. For now.

"...I feel I do owe ya. But we won't squabble over it. I can get ya a potion or somethin'. See ya fit as a fiddle again."

It was the least she could do. Well, the least she could do would technically be nothing.
(Katrin Weiss)
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