Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

[bullhorned]

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.

Comments

[bullhorned]

[There were not words for this madness. Gendry just fixed Stiles with a long stare that he had learned could often either shut someone up or have them keep talking until they made sense again.]

[teenyoda]

What? Hey, I was just asking. All you had to do was say no, jeez.

[Jerk.]

[bullhorned]

[He shrugs.] You do as you please. I don't need to know how it works.

[teenyoda]

Do you have a safe place to put them? It would kind of defeat the purpose if they got smashed.

[bullhorned]

Not yet. I mean to put them in a locked room, so as no one can go in or out without a key. You'll need one as well, I think.

[Three in all. One for himself, one for Stiles, and one for Nymeria.]

[teenyoda]

If you're okay with that, so am I. Hey, I can even make you a healing potion to carry on you as a just in case thing. That cool for payback?

[bullhorned]

[Gendry thought Stiles was the one doing the favor, not the other way around. For a moment he wondered if this was some trick, then decided perhaps Stiles had simply not realized it. He shrugged.]

Couldn't hurt to have one. I've been smithing half my life, but I still manage to cut or burn myself.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles knew he was doing the favor with the ride, but a key to Gendry's secret mirror room in Beinn and a safe place to stash quick transportation was worth it a potion.

Not to mention it gave him a little peace of mind in terms of keeping an eye on Gendry when he wasn't there.]

I got a, uh, a power boost since I did those last ones, so you need less of these to heal the same amount. A full bottle would prrrrrobably heal two or three guys from some nasty death wounds.

[He was going to have to start getting different sized bottles and maybe some vials so they could be given out in doses.]

[bullhorned]

[He frowns as if this is the most inconvenient thing Stiles could have ever done.]

Couldn't I just have some of the old stuff?

[He's not planning to heal two or three dying guys anytime soon Stile, gods be good.]

[teenyoda]

No, because there's none of the old stuff left. Just... take it sparingly for small things. Like, not even a mouthful. Barely a sip.

[God, just take what he gives you, Gendry. Jesus.]

[bullhorned]

[A SIP!? He only had just started to correctly measure the old stuff, now he had to learn all over again.]

Bloody hell, but I'll have it forever like that.

[How many times would he have to tear himself up before he could go back to letting his scrapes heal the old fashioned way? Gods, but Stiles was so tedious to be friends with!]

[teenyoda]

[Screw you too, Gendry.]

Kind of the point? It should last you a while and you can have it if anything, you know, unexpected pops up.

[Or you could just impale yourself and die, Gendry.]

[bullhorned]

If something unexpected pops up, I'm not like to have it near. [... because it will basically sit in his room, unless he comes home with a paper cut.]

[teenyoda]

Maybe you should find a way to carry it on you. Or some of it.

[Gendry... why do you make being your friend so difficult?]

[bullhorned]

All the time? [It was bad enough he had to remember to carry his other stuff with him, like... his clothes. And boots. And sometimes helmet.]

[teenyoda]

Yes, Gendry, all the time. What's the point of having an emergency thing if you don't have it on you? Get a pouch.

[bullhorned]

I have one. I keep my coins in it.

[Where is he supposed to keep his coins instead!? Sometimes he just doesn't know about Stiles. Americans.]

[teenyoda]

Keep a vial of potion in it. Or get another one. You can have more than one pouch, Gendry. Your hips are wide enough.

[bullhorned]

Aye, if I don't fancy carrying a weapon around like you. Having my axe will do me more good than a vial will. [This is basic physics. A pouch on one side, a weapon on the other.]

[teenyoda]

Oh my god, why are you such a pain in the ass. Keep the bottle in your super secret stash of shit you don't need and keep a small vial of it on you in your pouch. The universe won't explode if there's more than coins in there, Jesus.

[bullhorned]

I never asked for it! [He is utterly exasperated at this point. He doesn't know why this is even a concern. He lived his entire life without health potions before and he was probably eighteen or perhaps twenty by now (he had never had opportunity to count), so he could not imagine having to rely on it now when he'd lived half his life already.] But if it pleases Your Grace, I'll be sure to keep it.

[Acting like Stiles is stuck up royalty. That'll show him.]

[teenyoda]

[Maybe he should have had potions on him so he wouldn't have leeches on his dick. >| But fine, Gendry. DO WHAT YOU WANT.]

It does please me. You'll keep some of it on you and you'll fricking like it. And you'll even say thank you when you have to use it if you get stabbed or something and realize, hey, this wasn't such a dumb idea after all.

[Jerk.]

[bullhorned]

As you say, m'lord. Thank you, m'lord. Will we be off now, m'lord?

[This trip will either be incredible or end in one of them being pushed off.]

[teenyoda]

[Hope you can fly, Gendry.]

Fine. Let me go put my mirrors in my pouch and then we can go.

[His carry all pouch. The one he could fit Gendry in if he wanted. BECAUSE POUCHES WERE COOL.]

[bullhorned]

[Gendry opens his mouth to object to that absurd sentence, decides that there are no words for it, then simply nods. He'll wait and wonder and wish Jon had some kind of flying direwolf they could use instead.]