deercountry | june catch-all

Who: viktor and others, open to all with some closed prompts in comments
What: june catch-all, some tdm prompts
When: june
Where: various

content warning; terminal illness, arcane season 1 spoilers

misc lab stuff and various fruits.

[viktor's lab in the willful machine is usually left unlocked when he's working inside. friends or acquaintances have likely been told they're welcome to stop by if they like, either to say hello or to get help with whatever a vaguely sketchy lab could handle. of course someone he doesn't know can just walk in too or knock. maybe there's a sudden downpour and that ajar door is tempting? go for it.

the lab has been slowly filling with all sorts of nonsense on the various tables- lasers! tasers! some weird machine hooked up to a blood gem? it is not unlikely to be walking by and hear some minor booming noise and either a curse in czech or a satisfied 'a-ha!' feel free to investigate.

this month there's something else too, a bowl full of fruit. all the fruits mentioned in the tdm in fact, there to be tested on though it looks more like they're just for guests if people are unaware there's some weird shit going on.]

Just a moment, make yourself at home. [he might say to guest. that would include eating some fruit, right? enjoy. probably not the raw lemon though, that's weird.]

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gaze and time loops.

[having lungs mostly working for the moment is pretty great, in viktor's humble opinion. it means walking around the trench doesn't come with the risk of coughing up blood and attracting beasts and generally having a bad time, along with added perks like not getting so easily winded and going for longer. it also means he finds himself out longer than he usually would, which maybe isn't the best, as it turns out.

for example, making his way home through gaze and hearing the chilling cry of a beast, sighing and trying to make his way around what turns out to be the wrong corner. maybe that's where he sees your character before the snarling of a too close beast starts in earnest.

and then snap! they're both back about an hour, where they passed on the street. the look viktor gives is somewhere between resigned and 'fuck this, actually.'] There is a term for this. 'One of those days,' I think.

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It's quite all right. [Victor would not be the first person to literally run into him in the stacks. Nor is he likely to be the last with the strange twists and turns the place like to take. Without warning.

He is, at the very least, someone with manners. So he stoops to pick up the books dropped in their collision.]

I believe these are yours? Interesting choice in subject.

[it's probably far too common to bump into someone around this mess of a place, but viktor is still grateful he didn't seem to annoy the young man. he prepares to kneel down and aggravate his knee deeply to get the books but he's beaten to it, and yeah, he is kind of grateful for that.]

Thank you- and yes, I've been learning all I can on the subject. Machinery and wiring of course but also experiments on if the light of a lunar orb has the same boosting effects on a paleblood as the moon itself.

[already a little perked up. he loves talking about research.]

That sounds fascinating...[And he really does seem interested. He may not be versed in the sciences, but that doesn't mean he can't find value in the results.]

Have you come across anything promising? The moon obviously plays a rather serious role here, it would be interesting to see if the effects have been quantifiable in some regard.

My own focus has been on reading up on the boundaries of this place and its Patrons.

In terms of health so far I believe it has the same effect as the moon does, though long term effects I cannot yet say. As for the energy itself so far I've found it incredibly easy to work with, which is a blessing.

I've even had luck making a laser for wielding purposes. What I wouldn't give for access to a black smith again.

[he shakes his head, a bit amused before his own interest piques.] Have you found anything promising yourself? The pthumerians are a fascinating subject, I must admit. Not unlike demigods from my limited understanding.

Mm, I'm sure any lasting effects will make themselves known. That does, after all, require time.

...A laser? [He does his best to sound merely interested and not simply confused. Being from the 1890s is hard, friend.] I understand wanting a blacksmith. I...would very much like to reforge a sword I have here.

They are rather like demigods, yes. [His turn to nerd out a little on his own research.] Though most of what I've managed to find in their history is limited. It has, at least, made it easier to identify them and what they value. Considering the effects they have on our day to day lives, knowing that much has made it easier to puzzle out what they've had hands in.

[he is getting used to this, he had to explain the concept of cars before. the trench is indeed a trip.] Ah it is... hm, a very concentrated beam of energy. It can be used to heat and weld metals. [or as a weapon but he's not on death laser territory yet.] I will be happy to let you know if I find anything in terms of a blacksmith. Are you a hunter then?

[he nods, a creak of bookshelves nearby make him wonder if the damn place is rearranging itself again. the archives...] Just being able to properly identify them is more than most can do, as far as I can tell. This month is eh... Remina, yes?

Fascinating. A...portable smith of sorts, then. Though I doubt it can be as versatile, being concentrated. [And for the fact he had mentioned the want of a smith.] And I would appreciate any news of one. I am...a scholar, though I have contemplated being a hunter. My family descends from a line of samurai...Our ancestral sword is in need of repair, a reforging in new fires.

[The creak of bookshelves causes him to tense. He had just managed to get this far--now he'd need to work a way back again.] Remina, yes. History, knowledge. All things of their tastes.

It is good for detail work but not much in the way of heavy welding. [he considers mentioning circuitry but he assumes that might end up a long explanation. ah, world differences. the samurai though, that piques his interest.]

I've heard the term before, from someone of another world. Chizuru, if you've met her. Regardless you may have some luck where they make the odd weaponry for hunters. I know some use blood in it.

[which is sort of a lot. but remina-] As long as she is less irritating than the Moss King- [he turns to notice the way he came is now... well, not. it's more shelves.

the sigh he hefts is a man done with the archive's bullshit.] I see it is going to be one of those visits.

Mm. Detail work has its own value though, so if it makes such work easier I can appreciate the application. [Pragmatic as ever. If it has a use that Kazuma sees value in, then it's worth something.]

Chizuru. I'm not sure I had the pleasure. But I will need to make more time to consider the weaponry of the hunters, whether for my own consideration of the profession or to see that my sword is reforged properly. [He doesn't give much response to the idea of blood being used. His own, as far as he can tell, has presented little in the way of unique qualities.]

The Moss King had his fun...[And he wasn't fond of it.] And it seems the Archives are beginning to have their own.

[SIGH.]

They have some truly designs. [viktor replies as he moves to check where the new turn might lead. great, to a branching path. the archives is Awful.] I saw a cane that can be extended into a sort of threaded whip. Absolutely bizarre. I admit I don't see the point of it.

[aesthetic. the bloodborne way.] I am afraid I have no idea where we get out now. I hate when it does this, as if it is not confusing enough. What is the point of an archive that is not properly accessible?

Ah, the threaded cane. I'm not sure how practical it is, but I have to give them credit for ingenuity. [Credit where credit is due, after all. He is checking around a case or two--only to turn back with a frown.]

Don't suppose you see a way to go in that direction? I'm not sure there's a passible point this way...[He shrugs and attempts to look more at ease than these new, twisting passages leave him.] Perhaps we'll chance upon some new discovers on our way out of here.

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