Post by Empyrean on Jun 23, 2015 22:09:17 GMT
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[attr="class","container"]Empyrean was by no means any sort of drunkard -- he hated the taste of alcohol and would have very much preferred to keep to drinking water. But due to the lack of any taste within drinks he had bought, he considered it all the same thing at this point. It tasted like water, even though it was labelled as ale, so it was fine by him. He wasn't going to get drunk off it anyway.
The reason he felt that he had to buy a drink in the first place, however, was because of where he currently was. Along the Thames, where there would normally just be beaches and roads, there were now buildings, loads of them. Most of them were there, it seemed, to make use of the water itself. Kinetic energy and all that -- waterwheels could be found on most -- if not all -- of them.
Not that Empyrean found that to be a bad thing -- not at all. In fact, he was quite glad for having them there, it meant that he could actually attempt to do some crafting work. The sad thing was, however, the workplace he was in was currently connected to was a tavern, and he had gotten the stinkeye when he had asked about whether or not he could make use of the forge and working areas for free, so he had bought a few drinks as a form of appeasement.
He didn't particularly mind the fact that food and the like were all the same. He wasn't the sort of person who had much of a hunger for anything in the first place. Besides, the last time he had eaten with anyone, it ended quite badly. He had decided that, after that day, he wouldn't go out of his way doing pointless things like nabbing food. Sticking his neck out for others needlessly would just be a waste of energy.
Regardless of that, though -- at the moment, he was currently fabricating what seemed like a pipe. For what purpose, it wasn't really clear, but the fact that the waters were running faster in the river made it a lot easier for him to forge the necessary parts to what he was making. It was raining outside, and the river was almost flooded. Being near the forge like this was, surprisingly, quite comfortable. Warm and such.
He had seen that the tavern itself was flooded as well -- with people of various sizes and shapes, all different classes, and personalities. His own level of social capability was lacking, as was proven by what he had been up to with another Adventurer before having escaped to this tap house here.
Though warm, the workshop was very lonesome, which was why he was quite surprised to notice someone in his vision after he locked the pipe into a vice, though none of that showed on his face. Rather than being an expressive sort of person, he usually had a blank look, one that people usually mistook for a scowl of some sort in the dark.
With pursed lips, he frowned slightly, then went back to working on a latch. He needed to have two sets of pipes, and they needed to have their ends latch to something else in order to be a break action. He spoke up with his head down, as to make his face entirely unreadable. His voice, as would be expected, came out quite composed -- though it was a bit deadpan.
❝Why are you here? If you want me to make something, I believe I will be done shortly.❞
The reason he felt that he had to buy a drink in the first place, however, was because of where he currently was. Along the Thames, where there would normally just be beaches and roads, there were now buildings, loads of them. Most of them were there, it seemed, to make use of the water itself. Kinetic energy and all that -- waterwheels could be found on most -- if not all -- of them.
Not that Empyrean found that to be a bad thing -- not at all. In fact, he was quite glad for having them there, it meant that he could actually attempt to do some crafting work. The sad thing was, however, the workplace he was in was currently connected to was a tavern, and he had gotten the stinkeye when he had asked about whether or not he could make use of the forge and working areas for free, so he had bought a few drinks as a form of appeasement.
He didn't particularly mind the fact that food and the like were all the same. He wasn't the sort of person who had much of a hunger for anything in the first place. Besides, the last time he had eaten with anyone, it ended quite badly. He had decided that, after that day, he wouldn't go out of his way doing pointless things like nabbing food. Sticking his neck out for others needlessly would just be a waste of energy.
Regardless of that, though -- at the moment, he was currently fabricating what seemed like a pipe. For what purpose, it wasn't really clear, but the fact that the waters were running faster in the river made it a lot easier for him to forge the necessary parts to what he was making. It was raining outside, and the river was almost flooded. Being near the forge like this was, surprisingly, quite comfortable. Warm and such.
He had seen that the tavern itself was flooded as well -- with people of various sizes and shapes, all different classes, and personalities. His own level of social capability was lacking, as was proven by what he had been up to with another Adventurer before having escaped to this tap house here.
Though warm, the workshop was very lonesome, which was why he was quite surprised to notice someone in his vision after he locked the pipe into a vice, though none of that showed on his face. Rather than being an expressive sort of person, he usually had a blank look, one that people usually mistook for a scowl of some sort in the dark.
With pursed lips, he frowned slightly, then went back to working on a latch. He needed to have two sets of pipes, and they needed to have their ends latch to something else in order to be a break action. He spoke up with his head down, as to make his face entirely unreadable. His voice, as would be expected, came out quite composed -- though it was a bit deadpan.
❝Why are you here? If you want me to make something, I believe I will be done shortly.❞
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