TDM 12

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WINDING MARKET
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JOBS & QUESTS
Are you looking to make big coin? Do you have the strength and endurance to take on the dungeon? Then we want YOU to join our guild's quest to sLay!
The dungeon is teeming with sexy monsters that need sLaying. All you need to do to sLay is to fuck them real good! Once satisfied, these sexy monsters may drop quality loot. Join in the hunt to sLay and consolidate drops with our guild! We're happy to make trades or buy.
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JOB POSTING ONE! BIG PAYOUT FOR EASY WORK!
I am a pharmacist looking for some brave adventurers willing to go down into the dungeon and collect dongle flower milk for me. I need at least 10 bottles! This is an important ingredient in one of my popular prescriptions. I am not athletic enough to go get it myself and my supplies are running low.
Please deliver all dongle flower milk to the medical shop in the northwest corner of the market. Please note, I need FULL bottles. Do not skimp or I won't pay!
JOB POSTING TWO! HELP A WOMAN'S GROWING BUSINESS!
I am a young lady looking to expand my make-up business. I heard rumors that there's water in the dungeon that could make an AMAZING base for make-up products. But it sounds like it's super scary in there and I don't want to go. Please, someone, help!
You can bring all bottles of dungeon water to the make-up booth in the southeast corner of the market. I'm willing to pay in chips or trade some of my current products. My face masks and nail polishes are really good!
JOB POSTING THREE! PLEASE DON'T ASK WHY!
Hello. I need many dungeon slime cores, so I am looking for everyone and anyone willing to go slime hunting and gather some for me. We can negotiate pay based upon the number of slime cores brought. Do not inquire what the slimes or their cores are needed for.
Please bring all slime and slime core deliveries to back door of the Dried and Baked Sundries shop. Thank you!
JOB POSTING FOUR! I WANT COLLECTABLES!
If you're going into the dungeon, I want collectables. If you find that fabled treasure room, bring me back something cool and shiny. I'm willing to pay good money! I don't care what it is as long as it's hard to get and I can brag to my friends about it.
You can find me drinking in the tavern. I'll be wearing expensive velvet and a tiny hat with a feather.

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UPPER DUNGEON
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There's a leather apron as well, which Henry picks off a hook and puts over his head (they probably assume he'd be wearing the apron and only the apron). Safety first! ]
First we heat the metal. [ He lifts up the sword he'd picked out, looking at it one side and then the other. ] I can't tell you what it's like in your Fahrenheits or whatever, but it's going to change color. A bit orange, then yellow. What we need is something like the color of butter. Anything lighter and that's too hot. Then, I put it on the slab right away. I've got to work quickly before it cools too much.
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He takes the sword, and steps back to give Henry some space while his hands start to heat up. They turn hot enough to glow white, although it's mostly from how pale his skin is, since he's trying to stick to a low enough temperature that he can give the heat time to travel along the metal.]
Fahrenheit is like... a percentage of human temperature, let's say. Humans are usually 100 degrees, I'm usually around 105. The temperature you're asking for is.... around 2100, I think?
[He mostly had to learn this for the sake of safety, making sure he was keeping his distance from things that could catch fire spontaneously from the amount of heat he's putting out.]
Does explain why you're so comfortable around me.
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You're telling me that it takes that much more heat to soften metal?
[ Math, man. Science. Henry can only grasp the idea a little, though he supposes having some specific way to measure temperature does in fact make sense.
As for why he can be comfortable around Dodger, he laughs a little. ]
Aye. I've been around the forge all my life. Martin, the man who raised me, was the blacksmith of Skalitz. A damn good one. [ and yes he sounds very proud ]
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[Although he has nowhere near enough knowledge to confidently teach Henry about lava.
That mention of Martin puts a smile on his face. He is jealous of Henry having two good fathers when he has one shitty one and one completely absent one, but it's still nice to hear about it. A little like hearing his first girlfriend talk about her life in the suburbs, helping run her family's coffee shop. Simple upbringings, all things considered, that feel very foreign to Dodger after the shit-show of a life he's had.]
I've never been taught, but I make things out of metal sometimes when I'm bored. Just molding it with my hands. Used to piss off the man that raised me until he realized I could make new parts for his machines.
[He's using the word 'machines' instead of 'motorcycles' just to save Henry the headache of learning yet another thing. And because he knows there's a floodgate there of excited chattering that he's just barely holding back.
The sword is heated up to the right color, though, so he places it on the slab for Henry to work with, and waves his hands a bit to cool them down faster. Usually not necessary, but this is not far off from the limits of how hot he can get.]
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Same as Dodger feels both jealous and pleased by hearing about Henry's dads, Henry feels saddened and angered on Dodger's behalf when he talks of the man who raised him. He sounds like a real ass. ]
Of course he'd be interested once it meant he got something out of it, right? Anyway, that's a convenient skill to have if you're interested in moving metal.
[ If he had some powers he'd probably like having that ability! He just doesn't want to think on it too hard.
Once the sword is down on the slab though, he takes up the hammer and gets to work. He's using precise strikes, never in the same spot more than once or twice in a row, occasionally flipping the weapon to the other side. Though the heat is slowly leaving it, and the sword has yet to take on the shape he wants it, so he'll have to hand it back to Dodger to top it back up again. In between strikes, he explains: ]
If it cools down too much, that's no good.
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[Dodger likes to think he's relatively honest about his intentions. He keeps things to himself, he skirts around uncomfortable topics, but everyone does. He finds that most of the time, if he tells people exactly what he wants and what he's willing to offer for it, they either take it or negotiate.
He can't really fathom relationships that aren't transactional in some sense. He was raised around men who all viewed things that way, and it sunk deep into his bones.
Dodger watches Henry work with interest - he can tell there's a lot of skill involved here, even if he doesn't entirely understand it. And he's happy to take over and heat it back up as needed, pulling away afterward to vent his heat out each time.]
How long does this usually take?
[He's not asking out of boredom - he's just still impressed by Henry's tolerance for heat.]
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[ Henry also unfortunately believes this, hence why he's been suspicious of Dodger even. Though he believes that there are genuinely good people as well, who wouldn't think of things in terms of transaction. Like Martin, and his ma.
He does take a moment to step away from the heat while Dodger reheats the sword, shrugging his shoulders at the question. ]
As long as it needs. Swords usually a bit longer than an axe-head or a dagger, though.
[ But since these are already mostly sword shaped, they may take a bit less, too. He just needs to fix them up to his (and his dads') standards. ]
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You didn't have stopwatches in Bohemia, huh.
[Must not have, since Henry had no context whatsoever for the Watches, but Dodger still finds himself occasionally bemused by how new the things he takes for granted are. While Henry's working, he ends up scrolling through his Watch to look up when stopwatches were invented.]
I wonder if we'd be able to make something like a butterfly knife out of these swords... I can show you a picture, I used to have one back home. The handle can flip around to act as a sheath, I used to do tricks with it to keep my hands busy.
[Although his main fidget is still smoking. But since a butterfly knife would definitely count as contraband and he hasn't bothered to save up the cards for his old one, he's taken to picking things up and warping or ripping them to make up for it.]
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He continues working, his hammer strikes a certain rhythm as he shapes the sword. Though he nods to acknowledge the butterfly knife. ]
If I see a picture, I can certainly give it a shot.
[ He'd like ways to keep his hands busy too, now that he knows they can use the pods like this. Clearly he isn't too concerned with the contraband thing either. ]
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They're pretty precise, they've got rivets holding the handle bars in place so they can swing freely, and the bars also need to have enough clearance for the blade to slot into them. But I'm sure you could figure it out.
[If nothing else, Dodger is blindly faithful to Henry's abilities in this field. He seems skilled, he certainly has a lot of experience, so it's just down to whether these tools are enough to get the precision they'd need.]
Later project, though. After we've flooded the market with nice swords.
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[ It sounds like a bit of a process, but he does want to give it a try.
He finishes up a few more strikes of his hammer on the sword, before looking to Dodger briefly again. ]
Almost done, then I'll quench it. Normally that's just cooling it rapidly by dunking it in water. [ His head tilts toward a barrel nearby ] Unless that's also something you can do?
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[He is, indeed, very pleased to see Henry getting a sense of the technology. It tells him that his assessment was exactly correct - he's bright, and he'll be very useful once he properly gets his bearings.
The question, though, gets an awkward shrug.]
Nah. Heat's easy, but cooling down is tough. It'd be different if my-
[He falters, rather obviously, and stutters for a moment before correcting himself.]
...If... the ice-maker I used to work with, was with us. He'd probably be able to do it. I know Esikko has ice powers too, but I don't know how accurate they are.
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[ he'd forgotten about those, but they would in fact be very useful. will probably even make the process easier, much as Henry isn't sure he's ready to admit.
That stuttering does grant Dodger a look though, as Henry carries his sword over to the barrel near the anvil. he'd made sure to ask the attendant for that as well, though it wouldn't surprise him if it was full of lube or something. as long as it's cool, he doesn't really care. ]
Okay. Your ice-maker. [ he's suspicious, shaking his head as he dunks the weapon in quickly. ] But don't worry, I've got it.
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Mutants in my world tend to get nicknames - more fun than saying 'person with ice powers' over and over. He's an ice-maker, I'm a firestarter, there's speedsters and shifters and all sorts of shit.
[A pause.]
Technically I'm a firestarter, anyway, most of them can only do fire, but- that's not the point.
[Really, he just picked the power that he identified most with, to save himself the headache of explaining that his mutation is a whole laundry list of different powers powered by his own stress responses.]
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There’s a story here, but fine.
[ sure, they can pretend he was asking what the terminology was. For now. He takes the sword out of the barrel, eyeing the blade as he turns it in his hand. He wonders, for once, how much Dodger will understand if he explains how he’s improved it. Aside from obviously looking much nicer of course. ]
Much better. We can temper it with a blast of heat to improve the durability and strength. But I don’t know that that’s necessary in a place like this. It’s not as though we should expect to go to battle.
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Couldn't hurt to temper it. If you do have to fight anyone, you want it to be durable - most people here aren't human.
[Or they're not what Dodger defines as a human, at least. He considers anyone with powers to be a separate thing, which is why he doesn't call himself one.]
There's a couple people here that a sword wouldn't hurt anyway, but they're the exceptions. I think I've met all of them now, if you want me to point them out.
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Forgot about that. Probably a good idea then.
[ he holds the sword out to him, swiping his free arm over his forehead. It is hot work for him after all ] It just needs a short, hot blast, if you would? Then we can fix the next one.
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[Whatever instruction he gets, he follows with a small nod. Blasting the sword with heat, and running his hand across it to make sure it can heat evenly. Once he's satisfied, he passes it back to Henry.]
Do you think you could show me how to do it? I don't really need mine, so it's not the end of the world if I fuck it up.
[Plus their sword-fighting lessons should probably happen with the practice swords they keep at Talon, so they've got some time before Dodger will even be trustworthy with one.]
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Once he takes it back, he holds it for a bit to examine it once more sacs then finds a safe place to put it. ] Thanks, Dodger.
Sure I can teach you. Or try.
[ he’s not sure he’s the mentoring type, not like Martin was or even the smiths he’s met and worked for in Czechia. But he can try. ]
We’ll start out the same way. Light yellow, like butter. We might need to reheat it more often since it’s your first time.
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[He pulls out his sword, and goes to heat it up before glancing down at his wrists. The repeated high temperatures are starting to burn his bandages - figures, whatever material they're made of is tougher than gauze but not invulnerable. So first he sets the sword down on the slab, and pulls his bandages off to toss into the fireplace. Which means that Henry gets to see the scars he's hiding underneath - dozens, probably, of thin scars running across his wrists, some of which are still in the process of healing. He's starting to get comfortable with the fact that people don't tend to ask about them, so he doesn't draw attention to them either, but he does still feel a prickle of self-consciousness now that they're out.
Not important, though. His focus is on heating up the sword, and venting his heat away from Henry once he's satisfied with the color.]
There. Now- I'm hitting something on it with a hammer, right?
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[ That's really convenient, you'd pretty much never have to worry about the metal getting too cool to work with.
He's used to seeing scars of course, even has a few minor ones himself here and there. But the thin type around the wrists aren't so common, and it does occur to him to ask. Though he remembers the warm reception he got after questioning Dodger's slip-up and decides maybe he shouldn't. He's both learning an awful lot about Dodger right now and ... not learning anything at all. ]
Right. You want to hit it evenly, so don't focus too many strikes in the same spot. Move the sword as you go.
[ He takes the hammer and gives the sword a good pound. ] See those sparks there? That's the sign of a nice strike. What you're doing is shaping the piece, while keeping it balanced. These swords weren't done with a lot of that in mind, so [ he gestures toward a side of the blade. ] Maybe pay more attention to that side. Just a little more.
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With as much strength as he has, it's a steep learning curve to decide how much force he should put into new things. So his first strike is too gentle, and his second strike is far too hard, but he's slowly figuring this out. His expression turns to one of quiet focus, entirely invested in getting those sparks to fly. But occasionally, he glances up at Henry for feedback.]
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But when Dodger asks him for advice, he steps forward a little again. ]
It's like- Well, you like music. Whistling or even singing along while you hammer can help you keep your strokes even. I usually whistle when I'm working.
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Hold on. I've got an idea.
[He scrolls through his Watch for a minute, before setting a song to play, quietly enough that they can speak over it. He has to heat the sword up again but that gives him time to let the rhythm sink in before he goes back to striking it. He's following every other beat, just so he has more time to aim his strikes, but it does seem to be helping.]
Be careful with this stuff - real music like this can be addictive. Pretty soon you'll have to expose yourself to sick riffs every 48 hours just to get by.
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There you go. If that works for you.
[ He scoffs softly, shaking his head. As if he knows what sick riffs even are. ]
I promise I'll be very careful.
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