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Oh right, Fran is waiting for Suparna. Give me a bit.
well if you know its a household god, just craft it a broom and you win this entire event.

God: Too shy to say it doesn't like swords. secretly wants to sweep the halls with the maids.

Nika Strobel



It had taken a good deal of time for the forge to spring to life and smolder to a temperature best suited for working metal, but it had left her time to listen to what occurred in the neighbors forge and shake her head in bemusement. She would have expected a trio of smiths in the same workshop to result in a melodic cacophony of hammer blows upon heated metal, not roasting of pork or flights of fancy. How it even cooked properly over an open forge was beyond the comprehension of Nika, who would assume the overwhelming heat would burn the meat's exterior to carbon before it could make the center anything near edible, but it was not her place to question such frivolity. As a cacophony of wild animals and an even wilder student barged in upon her neighbor, Nika found her own forge to be up to snuff and began to commence work proper.

First, the muscular smith would have to create the billet which would be formed into the sword that she would present to the god. This was achieved by layering the steel and iron in equal sized slabs atop each other, forming a rectangular block of metal that would be held together over the fire with a pair of tongs and Nika's firm grip. As flame's licked along the humble merging of steel and iron, the smith took in hand a rod laying among the workshop's standard assembly of tools, and pressed it directly into the deepest of flames. The rod's end which kissed the forge's bottom and was bathed into the most potent of heats this well spring of heat could offer, quickly softening as it reached a molten state. Satisfied it was ready for use, Nika withdrew the rod from the flame and pressed it into smallest side of the billet, welding to it a temporary handle so Nika could hold the billet over the fire while leaving the greatest surface area exposed in ways the tongs could not.

Next was the process of hammering out the billet into the shape of the sword she desired to craft. It was a strenuous effort built upon incessant repetition, but the work itself was satisfying and would lead to a quality product even if it would take up the rest of Nika's day and most of the night as well. She pulled the billet from the fire and watched as the slabs of metal had gelled together into a single mass which was brought to rest upon a waiting anvil. The sheer mass of it was unwieldy to work with, and were it not for the handle she'd have spent the entire endeavor struggling to hold it in place, but with her considerable might Nika held it steady and rained her hammer upon the glowing metal. Each strike was swift, calculated, and served to drive the mass outwards into the rough approximation of a sword. There was precious little time to work the metal before it had to be reintroduced to the forge and left to heat once again while Nika prepared herself to haul around the budding greatsword and pound it into shape once again.

"Darn, I should have stopped by the cafeteria." Nika said, casting a side long glance to the depleted jug of drinking water she'd be liberally imbibing from to replenish herself, and noting that even after much time had passed and the sun could not be seen outside her workshop, Nika could still smell the lingering aroma of burnt pork. "Nothing to do about it now."

Setting aside her regretfully lack of a meal delivery service, Nika returned to hammering the glowing steel, each inch another step closer towards a completed work.



Actions:
1) Created a billet using 6 Steel and 2 Iron.
2) Hammered billet into approximate shape of a great sword.
Am working on post now though I'll have to finish it after classes.

Kanbaru Otoko


Kanbaru hadn't the same concerns that Retsu had in regards to discovery, as there really shouldn't have been any need to worry. They had infiltrated the hired house cleaners, not a long standing and loyal cadre of maids, so these would not be the eagle eyed inquisitors looking to purge traitors form their midst that Retsu believed. She couldn't begrudge this paranoia in the Yakuza, Retsu's precarious position in DGO and reality liable to leave anyone leaping at shadows.

Then again, it isn't really paranoia when someone is actually out to get you... She thought while slamming closed the doors to the basement washing machine, loaded to capacity with laundry in need of the spin cycle. As was with everything else in this manor, the washing machine was state of the art and lacked the deep rumble of more economical models, but the lower noise of running water would still do well to muffle any noise that Kanbaru made down in the basement.

Much like her incognito counter part, the bluenette began the process of distributing buttons and listening devices throughout. This was made all the easier by the diminished attention that would be placed upon the storage areas, letting her plant the buttons among cupboards and boxes without fear of reprisal. A fuse box was brusquely opened and left with something a bit more potent then a button before moving on. Kanbaru drifted around with an ear quirked towards the stairwell while her eyes roamed for any places of interest which might benefit Retsu's pursuit.

"Hmm, now this is an odd place for a room." The bluenette remarked as she came upon a door at the back of the storage area where there should have been a wall of carefully stacked containers to conceal it, but had been left haphazardly scattered about. "Someone was in a hurry..."

Sending a sidelong glance to the stairwell and finding it empty, she crept towards the entrance and turned the knob. What she found inside was...an office. Perfectly innocuous from a cursory glance, completely lacking in any post it boards covered in newspaper clippings and red string, just a sturdy looking desk, a locked computer terminal, and the light fixture above. This was likely as good a place as any for what they were seeking, but the starkness of the confined quarters presented a challenge in positioned any camera that would not be immediately detected upon spending any length of time within. The best she could do was drop a button onto the floor before kicking it under the desk drawers in the hopes that Chiyo would be talking to herself or playing a video she doesn't trust over her chip.

From: Broker of Fortune
To: Dark Wraith

Grab a load of laundry and make your way to the basement soon. I've found an office Chiyo forgot to conceal and there's a locked computer I'm not even touching until you give it a look first.


Having informed her partner, Kanbaru did as she said and ignored the terminal in favor of rummaging through the drawers. Pulling out the right one, she found a ruffled journal filled with genuine ink and paper. Of course, in an increasingly digital world, the security of a physical medium could not be understated, but that still meant nothing if you let the infiltrator through your front door. As she spun the chair to face out the door and keep one eye to the washing machines and anyone approaching, she flicked the journal open and scanned ahead to the most recent entry in the hopes of finding something relevant to the present world around them.

Kanbaru stiffened and her brow furrowed as a sudden wave of nausea washed over her. "Wha...why did she...?"

Rather then words, all that met Kanbaru's gaze was a solitary eye stabbed into the paper.

@Lucius Cypher




R u f u s


The fake janitor and soda thief had been basking in each others exuberance when they were interrupted by an inquisitive Irish boy in search of his beverage. It did not take a Colored King to determine that what it was Angus desired was the very same drink which now pooled upon the floor.

"Sorry sir, but I'm horrifically color blind. Super Trash us probably right in saying it's green, but for all I know it's periwinkle and polka dots. " Rufus said without a shred of deceit in his voice, already pulling the mop from the bucket and idly swirling about the pool of orange soda till the mop water diluted the color to a ruddy brown. "I'd say if you really want to get an orange soda, go try the fast food restaurant on the other end of the mall. All their drinks are 46 cents cheaper then the food court has."

Now if you'll excuse me, the lady here was directing me towards an issue with the waste management on the premises that needs to be addressed rather quickly. Rufus said, returning the mop to the bucket and dropping down a 'Wet Floor' sign in its place. Giving Angus no time to question them any further or try and discover the madness of their union, he took Dana's unoccupied hand and pulled her along gaily with the janitors cart in tow. "Now that we've evaded the secret police, where was it you said we could find the richest of refuse?"

@TheWindel @Awesomoman64
@The 42nd Gecko

No one dies, they re-incarnate even if they were killed and had their corpse re-animated, or a sudden zombie outbreak started.

If you want someone dead, then just say the knights were dragged out of the Nexus and killed.

Other then that, she looks fine.
Considering Henry's reaction to the Judo Throw of Radical Awesomeness, I think it serves to underscore the futility of rescuing Miyu from a Demon that hands out High Fives to his captives.

Looks like Suparna needs to drag a horny succubus off an Angel before things escalate and Henry flattens his castle in rage.
I'll post tomorrow. Too busy IRL today to get anything out.
@TheWindel@Mega Birb

They would align with Angels UNLESS they were engineered harpies created by Machina. They have beastkin too, you know.
Just choose one response, then have a Miyu from the future enter all Terminator like and make the second before fist bumping Miyu and disappearing back through the time portal :3
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