"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[bohrium]

"Zaida don't be such a sour puss," she reprimanded. The chalky white pills in her aspirin bottle left a bitter taste in Roxy's mouth. She hated aspirin, vitamin gummies on the other hand, those were pretty good. Her mind wondered toward going to a store and buying a pound of gummy bears, even better enchanted gummy bears. Ser's enchanted sword sparked an interest in Al, he was already going off on a tangent. The sword was cool but always mildly creepy. In her opinion enchanted gummy bears were way better than an enchanted sword.


"My father would call those smiths a hack, though I bet he enlisted in their help anyways," Roxy reminisced. "Hey Al is it possible to enchant food? I'm uh asking for a friend."

[Fable]

"An odd question" Fable chuckles hearing Roxy's question of food. "it would be interesting i suppose"

[serpington]

"Techni weapons are enchanted as they are forged. The forge masters guide and teach the young, but the young ones musthat do all the work for their first blade. It's a rite of passage and why few weapons of my culture are ever alike." Ser looked towards the roof in thought before turning his grin towards Al. "This process is what gives the blades a mind of their own, and why no mere weapon with some enchantments bolted on will ever be better than one made by Techni hands." He kept his gaze towards Al, daring him to challenge his claim.


(Just to explain, Techni is the name of serpington's race.)

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al saw what Ser was trying to do, and decided to challenge him. "Is that so? And I would've thought giving a tool of destruction free-will to be a downgrade. After all, a blade which chooses not to cut is nothing but a glorified metal stick with a a pointy end." Al grinned, interested to see how Ser would retort.

[bohrium]

"Aw snap." Al was purposely trying to get a rise out of Ser, they seemed to have something of an intense rivalry. Personally Roxy didn't care about the whole 'sword having a mind of it's own thing.' The way she saw it she'd just do her own thing and let people do their own. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy sticking her nose into other people's business and gossiping. "Well my dear Fable I only ask the most intuitive questions, like why Al seems like he's overcompensating with all the artillery  he has, or why Ser brags about his swords all the time."

[Fable]

Fable chuckles at Roxy's comment. "I suppose its just how they are, but it does seem to make my visits here much more interesting." Fable enjoyed this kind of drama it allowed for a lot of data gathering on Al and Ser.

[Farewell]

 Zaida's phone made a small single beep, she glanced at it for a second. Then got to her feet and left as soon as possible, as if she had something important to do, taking her tea along with her.

[Fable]

"Bye za-" fable started but zaida was already out the door before fable could finish. Glancing back to al and ser fable knew it was fun to watch them compare but also had a bit of work to do so scooted down the counter to have more space fable laid out the contents the bag fable always carried and started pieceing together bits of small machinery and listened in to hear how things go with al and ser.

[serpington]

"And a fool with a pointy stick is just a fool. The power comes from the bond between weapon and user, the personality of the weapons is created based off of the person that forged it, so a sword that chooses not to cut would have been made by a person who didn't want to kill. A sword that burns like the sun, would be created by a person with a raging temper and boundless energy. A dagger that poisons and corrupts anything it touches, made by a person that is not afraid to destroy those in their path..... A blade that consumes everything in its darkness and thirsts for the destruction of anything that wanders into its gaze.... Crafted by a monster hidden from sight."


To tell his point he gathered his 4 swords, placing them on the counter in the order that he spoke about them. The first being Lith, the second being the red blade from before, the third a short piece of black and purple wood with no guard and a short blade inside. The last was put away from the others, completely black with dark red cord wrapped around the hilt and along the cutting edge, the sword had no sheath and the black of the blade seemed the eat the light, making the main part of the blade partly translucent.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al admired the edge of the blades, especially the black one. "That's all well and good Ser, but weapons are just that. Weapons. Tools. The fact that they can think for themselves creates room for failure, where the blade makes deviant choices from the wielder. It's like the whole 'Robot overloards' scenario when we give computers free will. What if your blades decided that they didn't want to be wielded by you any more? I mean, being blades, it's not like someone can't just trap them and destroy them, so they've no chance of ruling the world, but I'd imagine it would be a pain if the swords suddenly went on strike."

[serpington]

"Weapon and user rarely disagree if their personalities match up, the only times that they usually do is when the blade wants the same thing the user does but the user knows better than to do it. And the pair are bonded for life, two parts of the same mind, they never are far apart and often still refuse to part even once the user is dead and the sword shattered." He looked over at the 3 swords together gently. "They often go mad with grief after their wielder has died, blaming themselves."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al nodded. "I'm still affirmed that a mindless tool is the better one, but we'll just have to agree to disagree. I will give you that the blades are very well made."

[bohrium]

Their continious banter was almost grating. It wasn't interesting at all, just talk about sentient swords. Boorringgg. Unless it was some juicy gossip Roxy did't really care. Now the idea of sentient swords is cool however when Al and Ser insist on interjecting philosophy in their premise it gets a bit dull. Yawning Roxy turned to Fable who was tinkering with some machinery. "Heeeey Fable watcha working on? It doesn't look like a sentient sword so it couldn't be nearly as boring." Roxy scooted down next to the lavender gecko. There were random pieces scatted around that she couldn't even begin to guess as to what they were.

[The Past]

With all the banter, the bar goers might not have noticed Talon disappeared. It wasn't uncommon for him to walk out for a brief time, but it had been unusually long.

Just now the door opened, as if on its own.

[Fable]

"it's a design I've been working on for some time now. Some have an ability to teleport all they wish but others are not born with such gifts. this- if I make it correctly- will allow me to teleport to my own chosen destination. theoretically it should also be untraceable." Fable explains looking up when the door suddenly opens. "hello talon"