Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth enters carrying four sheathed knives, all small, lightweight and of different metals. Younger Jim's commission reminded him of how many spells can be put into knives and the possibilities of them.

He's been working for a few days and now at a stopping point, so his shirt is clean and his hair a little wet when he enters. At the counter, he considers notes when he gets one of his own and smiles, its been a while since he bartended and will give him time to think about the knife and if he should let Security know.

Specials
Royal Silver
King's Gold
Iron Butterfly

Once he's happy with the specials, they suit the kind of work he's been doing, he gets a glass of wine and a roll from the kitchen before looking around to see who's about.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first. I'll be here for most of the night.)

Comments

[just_cant_lose]

Young Jim is around currently, and he's glad to catch sight of Sameth. He said the knife wouldn't take long, so he's hoping it's done.

'Hi.'

He perches on a stool, and looks the specials over.

'King's Gold sounds like it'd suit me. How you doing?'

[makesthings]

"Its one of the simpler drinks. Busy, talking with you and Karkat got me curious about materials for knives. What have you been up to?"

The knives are just visible on the counter beside Sameth.

[just_cant_lose]

His eyes are on them already. They can't all be for him, but they're nice to look at all the same.

'Not much. Doing some stuff I was told to.'

Beat.

'Maybe not a King's Gold, then. I'll just have a pint, thanks.'

[makesthings]

"Who's telling you what to do? Older you?"

Sam pulls a pint of one of an Ancelstierre ale that he remembers being good from his school days.

[just_cant_lose]

'Yeah, older me.'

He pulls a face. He doesn't really mind, but pretending he does seems to be earning some sympathy around here. People are always willing to believe a younger self might not grow up so bad after all.

'You look like you know how to pull a pint. Wouldn't have though that was a standard skill for a prince.'

[makesthings]

"I went to school in a place that's sort of like England and learned some skills there and at home I had to do Perspective to make certain I understood about running the kingdom. Are you an engineer like older you or are you still learning that?"

Since he's curious about how Jim ended up learning what he knows.

[just_cant_lose]

He tries the ale. It's not bad! It's not Guinness levels of good, but it's okay.

'What-' he sets the pint down deliberately, and looks Sameth in the eye with barely contained amusement, '-makes you think he's an engineer?'

He doesn't know he's not but he can't imagine any chain of events that would lead him from where he is now, to that.

[makesthings]

"I don't think that's what he does all the time but he knows machines,"

It would be nice to know what Jim does but Sam's fairly certain Jim won't tell him and he doesn't know the best question to ask. Jim's like a complicated Charter spell that he can't see how everything comes together.

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, machines.'

Jim waves it off. Meh.

'They're not exactly difficult, even if you don't read a manual. As long as the bits are around, they just have to be stuck together right.'

The only limit is imagination, and he has yet to find the far edges of his.

'Did you make my knife?'

[makesthings]

Sam takes a drink of his wine, that's one of the biggest simplifications he's heard of making things but then Jim seems to not need to test and try. It would be nice if Kait was around, he has a feeling she would know what to make of Jim and give him some good advice. For now he's made the knife which is a design he likes, "Yes, its this one."

The hilt has a slightly twisted handle and there's a slight glimmer of Charter Marks in the blade to keep it from tarnishing and keeping sharp and the sheath is simple leather.

[just_cant_lose]

To be fair to Sameth, Jim rarely bothers inventing new things unless he needs them for something. Most of the time he just reads what others have invented, and builds from there. His forte is destruction, not creation; a fact made of both character, and choice.

'Wow. That looks amazing.'

He forgets his beer at once, and picks it up. It feels comfortable in his hand, and he immediately twirls it in his fingers and lays the blade down the underside of his forearm, practicing a few swipes at someone's imaginary neck.

'Nice weight to it.'

[makesthings]

"Thank you. I learned to fight with swords and knives so that's part of every one I make,"

He was trained by the palace smith who knows weapons.

[just_cant_lose]

'Uh huh.'

He's only half listening, busy tossing the knife in circles and catching it by its handle.

'What's the shiny bits on the blade?'

[makesthings]

"Spells to keep it from tarnishing or dulling quickly, they won't actively do anything but they help the blade last longer."

[just_cant_lose]

MAGIC KNIFE. AWESOME.

'Wow. I'm starting to hope I get attacked by an angry vampire.'

Like he wasn't anyway. Jim grins, and slides it back into its sheath.

'Okay, what do you want for it?'

[makesthings]

"I'm glad you like it but don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything in the main bar. As I said before, whatever you think is fair for it,"

He's never needed to fill commissions for money.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim rolls his eyes.

'I'm not about to go after him. He's faster than me.'

But not smarter, which is all Jim needs to know. He pulls the knife half out of its sheath, and looks at it.

'I don't need a lecture. I told you it was only for protection. A thousand sound all right?'

It's probably generous, but it has been made to order, and there's silver and magic in it. And his older self can afford it, so why not?

[makesthings]

"Good and not a lecture, I've been in those cells for attacking someone. Yes, thank you,"

When its there he'll see what that's worth at home on his tab.

[just_cant_lose]

'I'll get the bar to give it to you when it wakes up. Thanks a lot.'

He sets the knife down. Then changes his mind in case Sameth does, and tucks it in his waistband instead.

'Who did you attack?'

[makesthings]

"A necromancer of sorts who was here. She was far more powerful than I was and it ended badly but it was what I'd been trained to do and she felt wrong,"

It could have ended up much worse than it did and oddly he came closer to his mother through it.

[just_cant_lose]

'Can't have been too bad. You're not dead.'

Anything other than that is just a fight, and there's nothing wrong with those.

'Is she still here?'

[makesthings]

Sam drinks as he remembers hearing his mother sing healing over him,

"No, she's gone."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks vaguely confused, though it probably just comes off as annoyance.

'How can you be sure? I thought people get locked out all the time, and then come back.'

[makesthings]

"I haven't felt her corruption, I'd know if she was here."

[just_cant_lose]

'Her corruption.'

He rolls his glass between his palms, watching him.

'Is she from your world?'

[makesthings]

"No, but the closest to something from it that I've met here. Vampires are wrong but not in the same way."

[just_cant_lose]

'What's her name? I'll look out in case she comes back.'

Also, he's curious.

'And of course vampires are wrong. They're assholes.'

He's only met one, but it's enough to make his mind up for him.

[makesthings]

"Blodwen and I don't think she will. Its been a couple of years now. And they're also both Dead and Living at the same time,"

That's the wrong he meant.

[just_cant_lose]

Blodwen. Hmm. She sounds like she'd be fun to have around.

'Yeah, I get what you meant. But them being dead doesn't bother me, because I can only really tell if I touch one and I'm not planning to do that again. Eric looks alive enough to pass.'

He picks his pint up, and looks at Sameth for a moment, before adding, 'so it's different for you, then? You feel it on some magical, internal level?'

[makesthings]

"Yes, I can sense when anyone's Dead here, though my Death Sense sometimes doesn't behave as well as it should here. Its like there's radio static some times."

[just_cant_lose]

'What good does it do you? Is it just in case you're about to get attacked again by the dead people at home?'

Meh.

[makesthings]

"Yes, its a way to track the Dead and necromancers."

[just_cant_lose]

'Sounds like a fun job.'

Not.

Jim drains his glass, and picks his knife up.

'I'm going to go and practice with this. Not much good having it if I can't use it, right? Thanks for making it. I'll sort the money out as soon as the bar wakes up again.'

[makesthings]

"Its a needed one. Let me know how it works for you and if I need to make any adjustments,"

He's used to people thinking his world is odd, that's just how it goes.

[just_cant_lose]

More than odd but hey, that's not Jim's problem. He just grins at Sameth.

'It's got a handle and a pointy end, that's all I need. See you around, Sameth.'

He heads off to find something to stab. Probably not a vampire. Yet.

[makesthings]

Sam takes another drink as Jim leaves, he needs to let someone know about Jim and the knife.