Network - [Video]

[tyrants_son]

[The helmeted visage that appears on-screen hesitates for a moment before nodding to a soft-spoken prompt from someone not on-camera.]

I... [Ugh. How do people even go about this?]

Greetings. [Yes. That seems about right.]

I have not been here long in this city, but neither have I made my presence all that known. I thought that this method would be most expedient to change that.

My... name is Felwinter. While I am no stranger to struggles of survival, I admit, I feel a little...out of my element here.

[By the slight turn of his head it seems that he looks somewhere past the camera, a point confirmed when the off-screen voice speaks up again with an encouraging, "Go on!"

Felwinter seems flustered a moment before he directs his attention to the tablet again.]

In my seeking to understand how I can be of better aid, I have explored the various datapoints and what knowledge they offer. The overwriting of information is...strange. -I digress, however.

My point being... What would be most useful?

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[holtfinder]

[The elf on the video smiles at Felwinter, because this question is one she has somewhat of an answer to.]

Felwinter, my name is Moonshade. While I can't speak to what would be best for everyone, I know that you'd be able to help me with the processes required to work toward making silk cloth for everyone--including those who have no summerweight clothing--if you have the Agrii Culture data point.

Of course, if you wanted to trade it out for something else when not helping me, that wouldn't be a problem. I just could use a few extra hands while I work.

[surprise, it's a text]

[in_extremis]

You should come by the shop and show me what you can do.

[tyrants_son]

[His response, or rather his train of thought is disrupted by a laugh from that off-screen voice again. "You making silk...!" she not quite scoffs.

Felwinter sighs.]

Ah... I have not given much thought about the requirements of clothing and materials. Where I am from, it is quite frigid.

[If the greatcoat he wears isn't hint of that enough, but he doesn't seem bothered by it.]

Agrii...culture? [Understanding dawns upon him as he nods then.]

True enough. I will consider this.

GASP

[tyrants_son]

Specify where this shop is, and perhaps I will indulge you.

[holtfinder]

If you decide to help, I have a building I'm working at, in the southwest portion of the city.

If you decide not to help, I still have that building, but you don't need to know where it is.

[Cheeky little elf.]

[tyrants_son]

The southwest...

[He nods again.]

I have not extensively explored that part of the city, but I intend to change that. If you do not mind demonstrating your work, I would like to see it.

[holtfinder]

I'd be glad to have you visit me. Just as a heads up, my wolf-friend is also staying with me, so don't be too startled to see him.

[tyrants_son]

A wolf? I thank you for the warning. I would not have attempted harm unless attacked first.

[That's...reassuring?]

I can make my way in that direction now.

[in_extremis]

Oh, cute and nasty. Just so you know, you can't stay the night, I've got work in the morning.

It's the forge, southwest corner, can't miss it. Follow the smoke. I might put the fire on, too.

[holtfinder]

We'll meet you outside, so you don't accidentally end up in the building with the silkcloth spiders.

[And lo, when Felwinter heads to the orange district, there's a leather-clad elf, riding on the back of a wolf waiting for him.]

[tyrants_son]

I have no reason to stay the night.

How convenient. I mean to head there shortly. I shall keep an eye out for smoke.

[tyrants_son]

Spiders...

Ah yes. I think I remember you mentioning that some time ago. I did not realize you have relocated them somewhere closer.

Very well. I will see you soon.

[He follows the main roads towards that corner of the city, gliding across distances when it seems more practical than travel by foot across the more damaged or overgrown areas. It's out of another brief glide that he approaches elf and wolf, his greatcoat flapping gently behind him, settling about his legs as he lands. Covered from head to toe and yet he doesn't seem all that bothered by the weather. He offers a nod of his head in greeting.]

[holtfinder]

[The gliding doesn't actually surprise her much. It's intriguing, but there's a tribe of elves who glide as well. Though given Moonshade's personal interactions with the Gliders (and particularly the one the Wolfriders call the Black Snake Winnowill), she does become a little more guarded.]

Felwinter, then?

[tyrants_son]

[It's only fair. Felwinter himself remains on his guard, his attention never completely at rest even if he doesn't move his head all that much to keep an eye on his surroundings. It's out of habit that he's especially paranoid out in the open. But he gives Moonshade a nod.]

And you are Moonshade. Your friend is..?

Video

[cannot_flinch]

Lord Felwinter. How are you and your ghost settling in?

[ Ikora makes sure her ghost is in frame with her marking her as a guardian. ]

[Video]

[ezra_of_lothal]

Pleased to me you, Felwinter. My name's Ezra.

Can I ask what sort of stuff you did back home?

[tyrants_son]

[One of the Risen that the librarian spoke of, most likely. Felwinter however pauses at the title.]

...as well as one can expect.

You have heard of me.

[Video]

[tyrants_son]

Ezra.

[A nod. And then hesitation.]

...research.

I am however quite adept at killing as well.

[He does not sound terribly proud of it, but it is fact. His tone in general bears something of a metallic echo, but that could also be due to his helmet.]

[cannot_flinch]

I have. Lord Saladin is a friend.

[ Ikora is debating whether to tell him she is from a future where he is dead and long laid to rest. ]

If you are looking for some way to make yourself useful there is always clearing rubble from important buildings like the hospital and library.

[tyrants_son]

Saladin...

[He's heard the name. The Risen and former warlord who's been banding together with like-minded others. He's considered...

Well, now's neither there nor then. He moves on.]

I have seen the state of these buildings. Some are better than others. Is it truly all from time and the storms?

Also, your name. I do not know you. The librarian has mentioned two...Guardians present, however. I assume you are one of these.

[cannot_flinch]

[ Ah, he's from before his time with the Iron Lords. Interesting. ]

I am Ikora Rey, a Risen with powers similar to your own. [ And a preference for shotguns as well. ]

And yes, the storms seem specifically designed to interfere with technology. The repeated occurrence has battered them down. For a long time there weren't enough people to rebuild.

[tyrants_son]

[He misses his shotgun very much.]

I see. That is good to know, Ikora Rey.

I was told by the librarian that the storms compromised one's mentality and perception. Technology as well?

[Maybe that's to be expected as even regular storms in their ferocity can cause technical disturbances. He wonders how well Exos and Ghosts can fare through these.]

I have seen signs of repair and restructuring. The people here are still much fewer than a city contains. The settlement at the foot of my mountain is small but even that number is more than this.

[Video]

[ezra_of_lothal]

Like...historical research? Scientific research? Other?

[Good to know this person can handle himself in a fight, although Ezra's pretty sure a perhaps disproportionate percentage of their little community answers to that description.]

[cannot_flinch]

They seem purposefully designed to hinder as much as possible. As if someone doesn't want this place rebuilt.

[ Ikora had her suspicions given the nature of the storms and the goals of this place. Having never been through one, though, she only had her suspicions. ]

We are making an attempt. It is slow and only a few here can be Risen if something goes wrong in the rebuilding.

you THOUGHT you could just have a network post. you fool.

[in_extremis]

Don't get ahead of yourself.

The forge was a long walk from the city core, but the smoke was indeed hard to miss even from a distance with so little other distractions within the city limits. The air was still and quiet, with hardly a breeze to redirect the faint, dark stain that roiled then feathered up into the pink sky. Tony wasn't bound to be anywhere else for some time, having hardly moved even through his quick exchange with Felwinter from where he contorted himself over his work. He sat on the worktop with it; the bench that had been dragged outside where the sun bearing down was still more tolerable than the heat of the forge itself, and sat crookedly in the trampled grass where one side of it sank into the ground under Tony's weight. With one leg tucked under him and the other stretched across the table, Tony hunched over the fractured pieces of a gauntlet that he was meticulously knitting together, most small enough that he was mostly singing his fingers with the solder and had long since grown numb to the headache he had given himself by squinting through the fumes. At the sound of an approach, he remembered all at once that he was supposed to be playing host and glanced around in a crack of tight joints for a drink to offer, at least. He still wasn't exactly used to people actually being here.