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Post by giantfiredog on Jun 20, 2023 5:10:48 GMT
He nodded vigorously, in complete agreement with that statement. What would it even be like, to have to live with the memory of having died? At least it was nice to have someone of such experience confirm what he had been taught--retreating to fight another day was not a dishonorable act. Perhaps to come back better prepared later, but sticking around to the bitter end was never the wisest course of action. Unless it was protecting something, maybe? "Thank you, Mother," he said, giving Mother Gierene a nod of respect before departing with the Arbiter.
Looked like another ride, this one to the Hunter's District, apparently. He perked up at the mention of weapons and etchings, already starting to be distracted from the unnerving Soul Well. He was certain it would always be on his mind in some fashion, but distractions, especially with subjects intended to help him do his new job, would always be welcome. And, he had to suppress an unexpected twitch of amusement on his lips as he saw how the vehicle seemed to be too small for the Arbiter. Not that the man was complaining. "Etchings--are those how you made those steel blocks you tested me with earlier?"
The Arbiter nods. "Indeed. Soon you'll be able to do fantastical things with your own set of Etchings. There are more options than the Metal etchings of course, you can do damn near anything. Light, shadow, fire, ice, stuff like that," He explains briefly. The vehicle drives out of the royal district gates and down toward a side of town separated from the rest of the city. This is the Hunters' District; the buildings have a much more gothic style than the rest of the city. Many buildings are arranged in a wheel-like layout built around a large structure at the center of the district, likely the HQ. At this point it is approaching noon, so the streets are abuzz with many Hunters going about their business. They make their way slowly to the center of the district with the headquarters looming over them. The vehicle comes to a stop, and the doors open. The Arbiter wastes no time stepping out and stretching. "Ahh, much better," He glances to Solomon. "Welcome to HQ, you're going to be spending a lot of time here," |
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Post by Subtleknifewielder on Aug 7, 2023 6:40:18 GMT
The thought of having what seemed to be magical powers actually excited Solomon to some degree, though that excitement, despite the drive to a new place, remained tempered by some of the sobering realities the Arbiter had told him of, and the pain and discomfiture of the chair and the well respectively. At least until they got out in front of HQ, and the excitement started winning out again as he realized, he was surrounded by people like him now. People who ventured out to confront the darkness that was always encroaching on the city. The buildings didn't hold his attention nearly as much as the people, his fellow Hunters.
He was practically bouncing on his feet as he climbed out of the car, and this, this was a building he cared very much about, and he took a moment to stare up at it, but, he hadn't forgotten why they were there. "So, are the etchings first, or the weapons?" There was no mistaking which thing he was most excited about, his voice practically cracked in anticipation when mentioning etchings.
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Post by giantfiredog on Aug 15, 2024 3:13:56 GMT
The Arbiter smiles to Solomon. "Because they are the more time consuming part, we do the etchings first. Come," He says as he leads Solomon inside through the front doors. Inside they are greeted by a large foyer with a reception desk on the far side, flanked by two sets of stairs leading up to the second floor. In the center of the room is a large skeleton of what looks to be some kind of dragon, and multiple doors are seen that lead to who-knows-where. The second floor overlooks the first floor with railing, and he could see hunters going in and out and through the building, like busy ants in an anthill. There was no doubt this place was a hub in every sense of the word.
The receptionists at the desk would stand to attention, but the Arbiter would wave a hand. He acknowledged them no further than that as he leads Solomon into a door behind them, entering a hallway and taking a left turn until they reach a door the Arbiter opens. Inside Solomon would see a room that looks very similar to a tattoo parlour, but with a lot more machinery and glowy Essence tanks. The shop is currently quite busy with multiple etchings artists working on different Hunters. Thankfully Solomon didn't have to wait long for a chair to open up and he is ushered over. The female etchings artist smiles to him, and then looks to the Arbiter. "New hire?"
The Arbiter nods. "Yep. He's promising too," He gestures to the chair for Solomon to sit. It's somewhat similar to the one where he got his essence infusion, but it only seems to have clamps for the arms. "So... Etchings can come in all kinds of varieties but generally fall under broad elements; stuff like fire, frost, shadow, metal, stuff like that. They all have their own strengths, weaknesses, and special abilities. Any ideas on what you think you might want?"
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Post by Subtleknifewielder on Aug 21, 2024 4:23:27 GMT
That made sense, he supposed, following along, head still swiveling this way and that, taking in everyone and everything. The dragon skeleton particularly caught his eye this time, and he stared, slack-jawed for a moment, wondering who had hunted that, and who'd brought the bones back, particularly--that couldn't have been an easy job. The possibility of it being a replica didn't even occur to him. they were nearly to the door behind the receptionist before he stopped staring, sparing a moment's glance for the rest of the foyer, before they were past it entirely.
At least in the next room after the short passage throught he hallway, he understood what he was seeing even if he'd never personally been to one before, though of course, the addition of Essence was what made the place more than just a tattoo parlor. And that made him both nervous, and excited, his foot sta4rting to tap--but he didn't have long to wait to build up too much anticipation. Almost instantly the moment he was told, he practically jumped into the chair. Eying the straps heightened the nervousness for a moment, but...it wasn't like they would cut his arm off again, right? They didn't need to do that to etch a tattoo into him. Would be kind of hard without it. He shook his head to clear that thought, and was back to his usual grinning self a moment later.
And it didn't take him more than a moment, after a brief glance at the Arbiter, for him to decide what he wanted, either. He could see plenty of uses for it. "I want metal please," he declared without hesitation, and sat back, waiting for her to do her thing.
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