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Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

Bloody fairies never manage to get things right, do they?

[Like many, Gendry received his boon two days ago, but he hasn't gotten any closer to making proper use of it. Oh sure, walking back and forth through a set of mirrors is a jolly experience, but it's a pain in the ass if they're both in the same room. Though he won't deny he did have a bit of fun setting them across each other and walking through the portal over and over. But! That's not what he'd wanted!]

Seems if you want something decent, you've got to be specific. Seven hells... [He has no choice! He must do the unthinkable:] Stiles, you still about?

[Yes. He must ask STILES for help. That most dreaded of occurrences! Sure, there might be other people who could teleport him from Cothromach to Troichean Beinn in a blink of the eye. But those are other people and Gendry's faith in other people is roughly equivalent to his faith in this war ending amicably. If he's called a suspicious bastard, then it is a one hundred perfect accurate description of him.

But the locket is still in his hand and he realizes he's addressing both courts at large. Damn.]

... just, be careful about your boons, eh? The fairies like to be stingy, if you let them. [There. He's done the community at large a favor.]

[At the Cothromach]

backdated to 26th
When Gendry wasn't in his room messing about with a set of magic mirrors, he was hard at work at one of the forges. Though he wasn't officially apprenticing at any of the shops, one of the master smiths had agreed to hire Gendry on while he was in the city. So that meant keeping busy as he hammered tirelessly at some new sword. His Shard ached as he drew on its power to give superhuman blows. It was hard work and the sword wouldn't even be his, but he now knew enough about dwarven magic that he could finally give his uncle a good and strong sword. This is what he'd been doing ever since the battle had ended and he'd at last turned his work to other projects. This item was now nearly done and by evening, after he'd honed it to a razor's edge, he would find his uncle's home in the Cothromach to come knocking.

27th
After his message on the lockets, Gendry left to be at his normal routine. He was living in the Keeper's tower now and so he would eat his first and last meals of the day there. Other hours would see him in the market, working at one of the forges earning his wages by small commissions of tools or shoeing horses. Hardly work for an apprentice of Bordan Gret, but he did not seem to mind this simpler work. For those looking to find him or simply anyone in the city looking for goods, he was an easy man to find. His grumbling about boons aside, he was in as good a mood as he could be expected to be in.

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[ she makes another face at him for being so uninformed of her every coming and going. she moves on--] What do the mirrors do?

Edited 2014-12-02 01:58 (UTC)

[He grumbles.] You ought to have a look for yourself.

Alright. Are you in your chambers?

Aye. I ain't yet left for the day.

I'm nearby. I'll come now.

Knowing she would be on her way, Gendry left the door open. What he didn't do was bother to sort the room out. Gendry had not actually lived inside of a room like this in awhile, for even his room in Troichean Beinn was a narrow bit of space with little more than a cot. But Sansa had given him somewhere generous to live, which he made use of by pushing the bed to one side of the room, stripping it bare, and using the blankets to sleep on the floor. It was harder, which had suited him, and for Arya he saw little reason pretend he was actually using the bed. The room smelled of sweat.

The room had little ornamentation save for how his helmet was perched on a table and there were a few spare weapons, along with his Valyrian steel axe. On either side of the room were two tall full-sized dressing mirrors with brilliantly reflective services set in fine oak. They looked utterly out of place.

Arya paid no mind to the state of his room, although she did spare a glance for the blankets on the floor. But instead of making a fuss or being upset, she knew the reasoning behind it. The beds were too soft in the castle, the beds here were less so but still... maybe Gendry was strange enough not to try to adjust.

It hardly mattered nor did the smell, it was more familiar than the scent of fresh flowers after all. She came right in, as she was known to do, her eyes immediately falling on the mirrors, pulling a laugh from her. "They're so..." She laughed again. "So what do they do?"

They were pretty and he cared little for them. But he beckoned her over. "Well, what do all mirrors do? Come and have a look at yourself."

Gendry had been seeing a bit too much of himself by having he mirrors in his room. He would not admit to becoming that bit more self conscious of his appearance at having to see himself so much.

Arya didn't care about the way he looked nor did she care about her own appearance, obviously. She was never superficial, not about someone's looks. So she moved towards the mirrors as he urged, standing in front of them, glancing at him, unimpressed. "You wasted your boon."

Gendry stood behind her, tall enough that he could see himself quite clearly even with her in front of him. He suddenly had a mischievous smirk. Just as she voiced his disapproval, he gave her a swift and solid push. All so she would tumble through the mirror and so arrive behind him, on the opposite end of the room. He was already laughing in anticipation.

Arya was completely smug as she looked at him in the mirror, satisfied that he'd wasted himself a boon. What a fool. She was completely smug until the moment he gave her a hearty shove. The strangled and startled shout that came out of her was cut silent for a second before she came stumbling out the opposite mirror behind him.

She caught herself before she slammed into his back, standing up before breathing heavy, looking utterly bewildered. "What the--" She went from looking angry and startled to standing up straight. "Do it again."

Edited 2014-12-03 02:03 (UTC)

He'd turned around expecting her and had braced her easily. There was nothing quite so satisfying as seeing that stunned look on her face. He would do it again, but he was too busy laughing. If her surprise had not been funny enough, her eagerness to repeat it was even better.

"One time's not enough?" He managed to say when he'd managed to catch his breath.

Instead of remaining angry, she looked like a little kid, amused beyond belief. "I want to see it again." She moved to try to push him through it instead.

Unfortunately Gendry was as solid as ever and scarcely stumbled a step. "As m'lady commands," he said with mock politeness, before pushing her back into the mirror she'd just stepped out of. They might be entirely in the wrong place, but he could not deny it was stupidly fun having them facing one another.

He had the advantage of being bigger than her so through the mirror she went, after a tiny bit of resistance, stumbling backwards into it only to fall through the other and fall right into him. "That was unfair!"

"So?" He said even as he sniggered. "They're my useless boons, aren't they?"

She gave him another shove before rolling her eyes. "So... how far do they work? Do they have to be close?"

"They shouldn't. I asked for them so I would have on in Troichean Beinn." He frowned at his reflection. "But they put them both here. Bloody lot of good that does me."

Arya frowned a little at his predicament before she gave him a glance. "Why don't you ask Stiles for his carpet?"

I will. But I ain't happy about that. It will mean having to fly with him.

[And he had absolutely no interest in flying. What a miserable business that would be!]

"You don't like to fly on the carpet?" She hated it but it was fun to tease him.

"I like carpets that do normal carpet things, like stay on the floor and get muddy."

"Don't be afraid, it's perfectly safe." Smirk. "It's much faster than going by horseback." She echoed the words her brother had told her.

"And this will be faster still!" He waved to the mirror behind him. "If I fancied flying there, I would have asked them for wings."

Her nose wrinkled at that before she laughed. "You wouldn't do well with wings. You're too tall."

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