its_rose_damnit | Three Rose Petals Fall

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Three Rose Petals Fall - [Voice]

[Well, after Anise had returned - she herself fine but her doll in tatters - it was up to Dist to fix the little beast. And though he willingly agreed to it, he couldn't keep his mouth shut from complaining about something pertaining to the task.

So, he's in the shops, piling a box with rolls of paper for the blueprints, various tools - a small screwdriver, tweezers, etc. - and any kind of strong and flexible metal he can find. Oh, and a small worker's knife, a ruler, and tons of pencils. Dist doesn't joke around with his work. His journal was laid open beside said box, just in case.

Sighing, the old man moves towards his journal, at a loss.]

Honestly, this place can't even gift me with good supplies? Mm, though I'm not surprised of such a little, stinking hovel... Even the metal here is insufficient! And how am I going to cut it without--[Dist groans, and admits defeat. Picking up his journal, he sneers at it, as if the thing itself offended him recently.] ...Anyone highly skilled in mechanical engineering I, the genius fontechnician, Dist the Rose, am requesting your...assistance.

If any of you happen to have, or know where I can acquire, good, sturdy metals as well as flexible ones, I need them for a project I am working on. I need the materials sooner rather than later, of course. Though I don't expect many of you to actually have any technological knowledge, like myself, I thought it wise to ask. Maybe one of you can--

[Dist drops his journal suddenly, and the sound of quick footsteps is caught by the journal as well as his shocked voice.] Barrelow! How in the world did you... You're a wreck, what happened?! My poor fonbot...

[OOC: Forward dated to around 8am, since I doubt Dist would be walking the streets and shopping at two in the morning. Also, will tag back when I wake up. Sorry guys, my writing bug seems to come at the worst possible times.]

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[She can't help Dist with the first portions of his entry, as she's not too skilled in fontech and is unsure where to find the best metals. The last bit causes her to frown, though.]

Barrelow?

Ah, Professor! [He had been meaning to check of you to make sure you were all right, from last week.] Are you all right? You didn't happen to be anywhere outside when those catastrophic events occurred, did you?

And ah...m-my fonbot, Barrelow X. I made him long ago...on Auldrant. I-I'm unsure how in the world he ended up here, but...he's very badly damaged. I could fix him, but I don't think that's possible here.

[His tone hints a bit of sorrow. He could always recycle the metals to use for Anise's doll, but he'd rather the little guy stick around.]

I'm fine, Saphir. You should know I can take care of myself. [Because even when he was still just a little boy, Gelda was out in the mountains pwning monsters.]

A fonbot, hm? What's preventing you, one of the greatest fontechnicians of your generation, from fixing him? Is it a lack of materials?

[Well, he wasn't exactly aware of such information. The Professor is the Professor is the professor. But he does relax at her words. She did indeed sound safe. And he beams at the praise, of course.]

That's exactly the problem! Of course I could fix him in mere seconds with my advanced skills, but on top of repairing that pigtailed devil's little toy, the lack of supplies here is absolutely atrocious! And I'll never hear the end of it if I don't begin on that task first...

[A pigtailed devil's little toy? She has no idea what he's talking about, but... Well, it's nice to hear he's keeping busy.]

I suppose the smithy has some metals, but fontech needs more than just that to function. I'm not entirely sure where to find any more supplies than that. Perhaps the item store?

You are correct, Professor. I could always test my luck and try to recreate them with the resources here, as you say, but it will be difficult. And a rather irritating setback.

[He sighs and runs his finger sadly along his little fonbot, speaking more to himself now.] I suppose it cannot be helped...

[Gelda can connect the dots, but she's hoping that she's wrong. Such a sad fate for one of Saphir's first fonbots.] Then... You will disassemble Barrelow for its parts?

Correct. I honestly doubt I can find many of the items I need here in this place, unless I wait for them to appear. [And he can't exactly afford to waste that much time. Seeing the dangers of this place firsthand, back to back, he wants to get Anise's doll repaired as fast as possible.] It's unfortunate...but I suppose I can always recreate him at another time. And improve him.

Thank you for your suggestion, Professor. I will still use it, of course.

Dist! You haven't checked the smithy, have you? We have some pretty good metals there, and if you need wires you can always take apart your kitchen appliances.

[Oh, it's Winry! Dist hasn't spoken to you in some time, but you're not on his blacklist, so he's going to be polite.]

Hm? Oh, good morning, Winry. Did you fare well from the recent week we've been having? I do hope those occurrences are not so frquent... [He makes a face into his journal. He already hated this place.] The smithy? No, not yet...I assumed that facility only carried weaponry, and I'm not some brainless ogre who slings a sword around, you see. But I shall indeed look into it.

And those odd appliances have indeed caught my eye, but the household does use them, so...

I managed to walk away unharmed, and you?

If it were just for weaponry I wouldn't be working there. I'd give you some of our sheet metal and a tour, but I'm away at the moment. If anybody working down there gives you a hard time, just tell them I sent you.

You could always raid an unoccupied house?

I was unharmed myself, but a few of my housemates received minor injuries when those carnivorous insects were released. I never got to study one of them... And the house suffered a bit of damage from the previous threat.

Mm, I suppose... [Dist is curious as to where he is, but he's not ~~that~~ nosy, so he'll keep his mouth shut for the moment.] I see. I'm in no immediate rush - I still have to do some sketches of the blueprints - so take your time, my dear.

Hmph! Do you really think a genius such as myself would stoop to such barbaric acts like theft?! [He's totally going to do that now, you realize.]

I'm going to be away for a few days, but go ahead and stop by there whenever you need to.

It's only theft when it belongs to someone else, isn't it?

But of course. [Okay, now he is curious, and just has to ask.] ...Where, if you don't mind my asking, are you going?

Well, I suppose theoretically that is correct... If no one misses them, then it would be a bother to let such valuable and fascinating objects lay forgotten... And I do need many things to repair that beastly doll.

I'm camping. Right now, actually.

I hope you find what you need.

[Camping? Ugh. Why would anyone in their right mind leave the comforts of their civilized life and roll around in filth like a wild animal? Dist makes a disgusted face to his journal.]

I see. W-Well, do, ah...enjoy yourself, my dear. I'll be sure to take your advice. ...You have my gratitude.

Thank you. And if you need anything else, don't hesitate to contact me. I'll have my journal on hand as often as possible.

[IS THERE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT TELLING US, WINRY?]

All right. I'll head to the smithy now, to browse their wares. [And he shuts his journal, places it atop his box once he hefts it up, and meanders toward said blacksmith shop.]

You might try inquiring at the weapon shop. It's likely they would know where to find what you need even if they do not have it themselves.

Yes, I was already recommended such. But I suppose being told twice means that is the best course of action. I'll be sure to pay that place a visit in a moment.

You mentioned fontech... would you happen to be from Auldrant?

[Immediately pinged.] Yes, that is correct. Unless you happen to hail from there as well, I assume you must be familiar with someone from my home planet.

Yes, I'm a friend of Professor Gelda Nebilim. [No need to mention the boyfriend angle just yet, especially if this man is who he thinks he is.] You are one of her students, are you not? I recall her mentioning your name to me before.

[Dist lifts his head and blinks once when Regal mentions his old teacher. A friend of hers? Well, that should be good enough for him to warrant some kind of respect. For now.] Yes, you are correct. I am the most brilliant of her students! Much better than that filthy louse, Jade, and that imbecile, Peony... Dist the Rose, genius researcher and best fontechnician in all of Auldrant, speaking.

And you are?

Regal Bryant, from the world of Aselia. I met Gelda here over a year ago and the two of us have been friends ever since. She often speaks fondly of her students from Keterburg and how much she misses them; your name has come up in conversation on many occasions.

[From what he's heard about Dist, he's guessing that ego-stroking is probably the way to go.]

I've not heard of Aselia. [Such advanced technology these Malnosso people have, if they can take people from different worlds. He's still reeling over the fact that there are alternate dimensions out there, and a little jealous, too, that he doesn't know about the technology the Malnosso has.

Dist smiles, though, at the praise. Ah, nostalgia...he misses those days of his past, when everyone was happy together.] Professor Nebilim was and is an astounding teacher. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere without her tutoring, and my own superior intellect and talent. It's no wonder she speaks of myself in such a way! Jade and myself were her best students--b-but I was better, of course!

She is indeed... I'm not surprised that her students were able to accomplish as much as they have. You were truly lucky to have such a wonderful woman as your teacher.

[Hm. Dist pauses after a while, unsure of whether or not he likes this stranger - who is most certainly male - talking about his Professor so...fondly.]

Indeed. You say you are friends with her, correct? ...Merely friends? [Subtle as a brick wall, clearly.]

[Hmm... to tell the truth or not to tell the truth? Telling the truth right off the bat could lead to a messy situation; perhaps it's better to get to know him a bit first before breaking the news to him. Or leave that part to Gelda.]

Yes, the two of us are friends and housemates. We moved in together several months ago so we weren't taking up apartments all by ourselves-- it's far more convenient for both of us that way.

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