Stolen Forge Post

[death_gone_mad]

[oom : after being chased out of Milliways, ███████ finds another way home]

Pushing a cart full of metal bars through the bar is full of inconveniences, but, all the same, that was what ███████ was doing earlier. It was better than the alternative, which was taking multiple trips bringing in weapons which do not stack well through the bar. And who knows if the weapons she would have brought would have been effective? She had her suspicions coming in, but the poster on the back door and the haiku attached to it both confirm and confuse her theories. She leaves a note with Bar for the Apollo fellow who wrote the haiku.

Milliways has a nice forge on the grounds anyhow, and it allows for the first option.

Plus, she gets to show off her strength by pushing the heavy thing around.

Soon, she is in the forge, testing the heat of the furnace and the tools available. The place reeks of cat, but there are no cats there presently, as far as she can see. The only incongruous thing she sees is a pair of silver sickles on sticks.

"Ivandis flails. Ha! Those may come in useful. I wonder who left them there."

Botherable, though you may need to speak up once she starts working.

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[seat_five_girl]

"Sarah-san?"

[death_gone_mad]

She pauses what she's doing. "Yes?"

[seat_five_girl]

"What are you making?"

Got to be making something out at the forge.

[death_gone_mad]

"Well, I am not quite sure yet. How do you fight off magic, biting hotdogs?"

Milliways inspires such odd conversations.

[seat_five_girl]

Yes, yes it does.

"Apparently silver cooking gear," says Ako, "I didn't even think they made silver cooking things really."

[death_gone_mad]

She blinks and stares at Ako. That answer makes too much sense. Way too much sense.

"Seriously? That didn't sound like a guess." She looks Ako up and down making sure she doesn't have any red rash or tufts of black hair sticking out.

Darn clothes.

"What do you know of this… hotdog thing?"

[seat_five_girl]

Ako is clear of any infection so far.

"I talked to someone who called their information line," explains Ako, "Apollo-sama said this seems to happen a lot."

[death_gone_mad]

She looks at the cart full of metal. She brought silver, but she brought it to use to coat weapons with. Actual weapons, not…

…cooking implements.

"Apollo. And he called an … information line,"

The way she says it makes it sound like she doesn't know what a telephone is.

[seat_five_girl]

"Yup," nods Ako, "With a phone I guess. Kind of a way to talk to people at a distance."

[death_gone_mad]

"Oh, I know what you mean." She takes out a blue ring out of her pocket and stares at it for a while.

Nothing happens.

"This thing never works for talking here. It must be because time is not passing at home. It works fine on other dimensions."

Information line, such an odd term. "So, I get the impression that there are people walking around with a rash and tufts of black hair that are somehow involved with this?" She has her suspicions, she just needs them confirmed by someone else.

It is either a werewolf kind of thing, or someone has been grinding up seaslugs into sausages.

[seat_five_girl]

"Yeah," says Ako leaning in to look at the ring, "It's kind of like werewolves but with wieners."

[death_gone_mad]

"So that is why silver might work. I just don't think cooking ware would be that efficient."

Note! She isn't thinking about the safety of the infected.

See digs around the cart she brought in and fishes out the one weapon that she did bring. It is a two prongeded instrument that looks like it is good for nothing but stabbing. It might be a silver fork!

"I really wish I could test this out on someone who is infected. It prevents the werewolves on my world from changing form."

[seat_five_girl]

"Oh, um, if we can beat the boss wiener everyone infected is freed."

[death_gone_mad]

"Really? A boss..." This could score her points in the I am one of the good guys, honest! column here. More points than murdering a bunch of infected patrons... which, up to this point, was her plan.

"Did this Apollo tell you anything interesting about this boss? Besides the weakness to silver cooking utensils."

[seat_five_girl]

"Not really, Sarah-san we ended up kind of side tracked," says Ako with a head shake, "It would probably be best to hear about it from him anyway. That would keep any mistakes to a minimum and I don't want to think about how bad a mistake on this could go."

[death_gone_mad]

"I wonder if this were-weiner thing is more akin to the were-wolves I am familiar with or more like the the were-wolves here. With the full moon thing."

That could be trouble. The moon was waxing when she had to leave.

[seat_five_girl]

"What's the difference Sarah-san?"

[death_gone_mad]

"The ones I am familiar with can turn into wolves when they wish." She considers the strange weapon again. Wolfbane. "You are an assistant nurse, right?" She hands over the weapon. "I want you to have this. If it works, just a scratch should do, but if not… well, its good for stabbing."

She grins at the thought of stabbing.

"I don't think it will revert anyone who has already turned, but who knows. Even the regular werewolves around here don't work the way I am used too. It might work as an inoculation?"

Big innocent shug.

[seat_five_girl]

...Ako needs more friends who aren't, you know, evil on some level. Or crazy either.

"I, um, thank-you Sarah-san," says Ako after some fairly rapid blinking, "I hope this all gets sorted out soon."

[death_gone_mad]

Good and normal is boring!

She at least tries to stay as neutral as possible. It is easy to get so called 'evil' folks to do her bidding, but fighting alongside the 'good' folks tends to lessen the bad reputation of destruction in general. And then everyone gets to participate in the fun!

"Well, if what you have told me about the boss so far is true, it will." Oh yes, she's confident. Unless the alpha turns out to be some sort of god.

Of hotdogs.

It is possible. She met the god of cabbages recently.

[seat_five_girl]

It's less good and normal and more stable, but who isn't a pile of issues and the occasional phobia?

"That's good. Do you need a hand with the rest of this before I go? You have a lot of metal bars here."

Ako can work the bellows or something!

[death_gone_mad]

"Sure! I have a spell for making the furnace burn hotter, but I don't trust myself with it enough to use it on something that ... I don't know how this furnace was built. Can you work the bellows while I feed more coal into it? I can take care of it once things are nice and hot."

[ooc: is this a fade?]

[seat_five_girl]

[OOC: I think so. Need to get everything straight for the minion fight and all.]

"Sure!"

And if Ako lingers a while to see something of how the forging, well working the bellows can be tiring when you aren't used to that sort of work.

[death_gone_mad]

[ooc: I checked with Lycia (wurstoftheworst) and she ok-ed the Wolfbane acting as an inoculation, but not as a cure. Just in case you want to play with it. :) ]

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo's not far behind her, having gotten her note from Bar.
He leans in the doorway and says, "So which name do you prefer?"

[death_gone_mad]

She pauses what she is doing. "Which name?" That's an interesting question. "You must be Apollo."

"Amascut, but you should be careful about using that name around mortals. They tend to forget it."

[iamso_awesome]

"So you leave it on a note when you don't know whether the person reading it can handle it?" He's not really trying to needle her; after all, he's done worse, in the past.
"That I am. You said you had questions about the hot dog menace?"

[death_gone_mad]

"The hot dog menace?" She chuckles at the name. "Well, I suppose I don't have a better name for it. What do you know about it?"

[iamso_awesome]

"Packaging turned up the other night," he says. "That was the first I head of it. There was a customer service hotline, so I wrangled a phone from the Lost and Found box into working for a few minutes. The guy on the other end said there's an alpha hot dog somewhere around here that'd best be stopped by the full moon, and it's vulnerable to silver skewers."
...Yeah, it sounds weird to him too.

[death_gone_mad]

Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there.

"Hotline? Phone?"

That look on her face? It says explain plz.

[iamso_awesome]

"You don't want to know what a customer service hotline is. A phone is a way to communicate over long distances, but they generally don't work here - the one I used burned out not long after the 'stop this by the full moon' part." Literally burned out, too.
"Said full moon is Monday around here, it seems."

[death_gone_mad]

"So, like the werewolves here." Not like the werewolves at home. Nothing like the werewolves at home. "Then the rash and tufts of hair are due to people being being turned?"

Turned to what, though?

[iamso_awesome]

"Exactly like the werewolves, but with hot dogs."
Apollo nods. "Turned into what, I have no idea, but the one victim I've talked to said he's hearing voices as part of this. Maybe that's the alpha?"
Totally a shot in the dark there, but... well, he doesn't know what else it would be.

[death_gone_mad]

"Voices... Well that would certainly explain why my chinchompas turned against me after eating that hotdog. And why I could taste something whenever those hotdogs bit me." Oh, yes, she has been bitten. Multiple times. "An alpha?"

[iamso_awesome]

"That's what the guy said. I mean, this even tops some of my dad's exploits, and he's done a lot of messed-up stuff in the name of getting laid."

[death_gone_mad]

"Who exactly are you, again?" She means what more than who. Something very old at least.

[iamso_awesome]

"Greek pantheon, Earth. Most Earths I'm aware of, anyway. Dad runs the show, in a manner of speaking."

[death_gone_mad]

"Menaphite pantheon, Gielinor. My father also heads the pantheon, but, foreign gods complicate matters."

"Death, destruction, formerly rebirth." Might as well be honest. "How about yourself?"

[iamso_awesome]

Hey, he can handle working with a death goddess. His uncle's domain semi-overlaps, and Hades isn't too bad when he's not stroppy. (Unfortunately, he's stroppy a lot.)
"Poetry, music, the arts, healing, prophecy, archery, Romans threw the sun into the deal..." He shrugs. "Lots of things."

[death_gone_mad]

"Archery. That could be useful." One track mind, sometimes. Speaking of which, "Besides getting the voices to stop, will anything happen if we kill the alpha?"

Yes, we. You just got volunteered to a sausage hunting party.

One track mind, mind you.

[iamso_awesome]

He'd already half volunteered himself anyway. It's possibly a more constructive thing to do than go yell at Hermes for inventing customer service hotlines in the first place.
"My guess is it'll also cure the external symptoms."

[death_gone_mad]

"I'll defer to you on that, since you do prophecy," he hasn't quite demonstrated the confidence a god of prophecy should show in his information. Oh, wait, that is the M.O. of prophets generally. Nevermind.

"Do you think silver will help?" She points out the cart, and sure enough there are a few ingots of silver among the other metal.

[iamso_awesome]

But he's specifically not making a prophecy. He's found that to be a very tricky thing in Milliways.
"Actually, yes. Guy on the phone said you need a silver skewer to take down the alpha. A little unorthodox, but... well, so are feral hot dogs."

[death_gone_mad]

"Skewers. Seriously?"

One eyebrow way up.

"Can't I just plate a sword in silver and be done with it?"

[iamso_awesome]

"Because this is Milliways and they don't do that sort of thing, probably. But seriously."

[death_gone_mad]

Really, the founder of the slayer orders in her world shouldn't be so opposed to strange monster slaying equipment. She sells such equipment on the side, in fact.

But opposed, she is.

"I am still going to plate a sword with silver. I'll only carry skewers on the condition that I get to make them for myself."

[iamso_awesome]

"Wouldn't dream of stopping you," Apollo says. "I think Bar can be talked into giving me a few for the purpose, and I can go from there."
It'll help that they're not going to be used on any actual patrons, just the hot dog menace.

[death_gone_mad]

"Ok, when shall we meet to begin the hunt?"

[iamso_awesome]

"Monday. That'll give anyone else who's interested a chance to get in on it."
And it'll give Amascut time to forge her own skewers.