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[forgediron]

Characters: Zanru, possibly Xuiyu, and others.
Date: Month of February, ‘2016’.
Location: Stark Industries, the tram-line construction outside the city, potentially console construction-sites
Situation: Catch-all post for Metalworker NPCs.
Warnings/Rating: None thus far.
NOTE: Please don’t tag in unless we’ve planned it beforehand or your character plans to approach one of the Metalworker NPCs for something plot-related (metaplot, player-plots and NPC backstory-plots all count, but if you're unsure, PM me). Due to tag loads I won’t be able to thread out spontaneous slice-of-life type CR with the NPCs.

Zanru was irritable. Zanru was irritable above and beyond her usual blunt aggression, to the point that only those kedan oblivious to things such as ‘emotion’ and ‘personal issues’ went near her with anything other than company-related items. There were whispers going and Zanru knew it, but she seemed to have no desire to confirm or deny any of them, even the ones that contradicted each other.

Mostly, what she did was throw herself into new projects, and as such she could frequently be seen inspecting the tram-line site looping the city. Fortunately for the employees at Stark Industries she seemed to be aware of her mood and spent more time elsewhere than she ordinarily would have—though where, precisely, remained to be seen.

As a happy side-effect, everyone was working efficiently and to their utmost, and in spite of the worsening weather work on all fronts was proceeding briskly. For the beginning of the month, at least--the extended surveyors would begin having trouble as mid-month approached and the flash-freezes begin.

Comments

[forgediron]

"The complicated ones are," said Ayin, "but they don't need to be complicated. They just need some special ingredients--against the darkness, see? I can make a list for you, if you like?"

[akito]

"I would like that," he says earnestly. "Thank you. I think they'll make good gifts for some of the other Foreigners..."

The Midnight Hotel and the Welcome Center in particularly. Maybe whatever homes are built for the Foreigners where the Palace used to stand.

[forgediron]

"Of course," said Ayin, and she checked the time and got up. "I'll do that now, before my break is over." The list was short, and most of the 'necessary' components were for aroma and touch depending on the kind of dwelling and who owned it.

There was usually an element of fabric for the texture and symbolism--silk for wealth, leather for strength, wool for security, cotton for versatility. The aromas were what helped ward off nightmares; lemon oil, lavender, jasmine, chamomile, peppermint. "If you want it to be a surprise, it's possible to make a guardian whose fragrances can be switched out for others," she explained when she brought the note back. "That way the recipient can use the fragrance they like best."

[akito]

The list is perfect, and so is her idea. Akito smiles at her more broadly than before, clearly excited by this knew knowledge of his. "That's a good idea! Thank you, Ayin-san!"

He bounces on the balls of his feet once, twice, then rushes forward to give her a quick hug before pulling away. "Have a good day, okay?"

[forgediron]

The hug takes Ayin by surprise, so she didn't get a chance to respond before Akito had already pulled away, but she gave him a warm smile. "You as well. Let me know if you need some help."

Her clock chimed. Time to go back to work.