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WHO: Jon & You!
WHERE: Ren Fair
WHAT: REN FAIR!
WHEN: Ren Fair Event
WARNINGS: I dunno.

Research

Walking past those unmoving figures comes with an eerie sensation, one that isn't too unfamiliar to Jon, which results in him spending quite some time studying the projections or plain watching them. Where of course watching means he will outright stare at them, daring them to move or flicker.

They don't flicker.

Which is an interesting observation to make, given the effect his powers tend to have on electric devices. He isn't sure what he is looking at...

Of course he also gives the different food items a try. For science. And as he is looking at one of the still figures spread around the market and taking a bite of what at least looks like a flatbread covered with sour cream and some herbs, Jon can't help himself but make a small noise that is bordering disappointment at the person next to him. "And here I almost have forgotten about their weird endorsement of peanut butter."

Experiment

Well, making those candles hasn't been that bad, even if they turned out rather bland and uninspiring. They are functional and will do what a candle is supposed to do: Burn.

He has skipped the stands with the fabric and sewing materials, instead having moved on to the blacksmithing area and finds himself looking at the pile of colorful metal pieces before picking one up and contemplating this raw piece of- The Archivist has no idea what he is even looking at and that gives him pause.

Getting past that discovery of Not Knowing takes a moment and Jon turns his attention over to the fire before slowly and very carefully starting to work. No, he has no experience at all or any idea what he is even trying to make and the soft muttering is more directed at himself. "I had plenty of opportunity to have Tony show me how to do this, but have I ever asked him? Nooo, of course not..."

Evaluation Valentine's Special!

The bonfire is a nice place to relax and Jon can't help but wonder if the Agrii have added it in response to the little beach party their He-Rows had set up last summer. Not that he would mind. He does, however, frown a little at the piles of pink, purple and red glitter now setting the scene rather than the pink snow that had been present the previous day.

Scooping up a handful of it, Jon inspects the pieces as he lets them fall slowly back down to the ground. Sure they don't melt. Which will make cleaning up this mess even worse. It isn't like he hasn't still been finding glitter from last year in the library.

"At least the mothcats will have their fun with this..." He observes with a mild chuckle, letting the rest of the stuff drop and pulling a fortune cookie from his pocket. These have become a little ritual over the past few days: Every evening at the bonfire, Jon will open one - And then make fun of its prediction.

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Jon looks down on his piece of metal, cooled down again by now and raises a single brow at it. "You're making it sound like the dark ages." And he looks back at Felwinter. "I know you're basically from Earth, but- Did your Earth have those? The ark ages? The middle ages?" And he turns around further to gesture around the market around them. "The area these festivals tend to be based on?"

Is he curious to hear about the history of a different Earth? Of course he is. Though so far he hasn't really considered that there may be large differences. Though, of course, he could be wrong.

"That is exactly what it is. A dark age that has followed the fall of a Golden one. Whatever technology and advancements that humanity had made has mostly been lost."

The reluctant warlord's gaze follows Jon's gesture. "I have vague memories of reading of such things. The Golden Age was well past that. I cannot say I know very much of it. My memory of my past life is fragmented and virtually non-existent the moment I was brought back by my Ghost."

"Hmm." Jon simply nods. "A repetition of history, then. I can't even say I am surprised to hear that fundamentally your Earth still shares the same backstory with the one I knew. There is a reason the Extinction came to be after all. And I would be lying if I were to claim humanity hasn't been working diligently towards its own extinction already."

Though the Earth Felwinter and Cayde seemed to share also had to deal with alien influences. He frowns a little, though. "Why don't you remember anything from before your Ghost found you?"

"That may be, but there are people who very much wish to do whatever is possible to survive." Felwinter sighs. "I wish to try to help in this effort."

He shakes his head. "That, I do not know. We are essentially reborn." In his case, he was given independence, no longer but an outlet for a warmind to study human behavior and culture. He was something different. Something new.

"That's what I have been saying." Jon confirms with a nod. "The wish to survive gave birth to the fear of going extinct - And of whatever will arise to take humanity's place." He has seen that creature. Hungry to devour the remains of mankind...

Jon regards Felwinter curiously. "So you don't remember. And neither does anyone else that has been... Brought back by a Ghost. Were you ever curious? About your past?"

Felwinter hesitates, looking away as he shakes his head again. "...no. Well, perhaps a little. Who wouldn't wonder? Waking up in long abandoned ruins, there are many questions that arise and no clear answers."

He looks towards the fire of the forge. Despite not remembering, his past still haunts him, even though he still isn't sure why Rasputin has been so intent in trying to kill him. "...I do not know that my past should have anything to do with my future."

"I can't claim I have ever fully understood how that even works - How beings like yourself find themselves with a Ghost when this isn't something everyone is given or has access to." The entire purpose and system doesn't exactly make sense to Jon. And no one with a Ghost seems to remember anything from before. Which he knows he personally would loathe.

Jon shrugs and heats up his piece of metal once more. "I can't speak for everyone, but I am pretty aware of cases in which a person's past gave ample insight into who and what they were. Which made it rather important for some of them to ensure their past remained unknown - Even to themselves."

"It will not explain why I was chosen," he says, although it's more of a murmur to himself.

"There are things enough to sort out without grasping at fragments of a scattered past. It is difficult to do so when we are working out of ruins." Felwinter looks out past the fairgrounds, thinking of home. This isn't too different in many ways. They are here to save a people from those who abuse the power they have. Those who hinder them just refuse to show themselves like cowards.

"Fair enough." True enough. And Jon won't argue about that matter. While he knows he'd probably be too curious to let that matter rest, he may not be considering all the circumstances and which other priorities may exist at that moment.

He hits a few more dents into his piece of metal before frowning at the result and turning his attention back to Felwinter, gesturing at the forge. "You wanted to make something here, I assume. Please, go ahead. I believe I have to revisit this project at a later time anyway."

Before his eyes had been opened to the plight of humans who had to suffer the warlords who took advantage of them, all Felwinter had wanted was peace. No frames or warsats being cast down at your head simply because you existed. Not having to watch your back as you trekked across open fields and ruins of cities.

Felwinter had fallen silent in his drifting thoughts, brought back to attention only when Jon speaks again. "I am in no hurry to do so. But I will not discourage stepping away from your project for a while. Perhaps a clearer idea of what you would like to do will come, then."

"And perhaps my arm will stop hurting if I give it some rest, indeed." The Archivist adds with a little smirk. Felwinter has observed very correctly right from the start that this isn't the sort of work Jon has engaged with before, and what little exercise he has had with the metal until now already makes his arm feel sore.

"But I wouldn't mind watching for a while, if that would be alright with you."

"This as well," Felwinter agrees, perhaps a touch amused at that. He picks through the shimmery ingots and tosses one into the forge to begin heating it. "I don't think I will mind." He gives Jon a nod, setting to work.

Perhaps he will make the Archivist a letter opener. Which is really just a less fancy stiletto.