Dusk (May 8, 2011 6:36:29 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 6:44:28 PM)
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Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 6:47:26 PM)
*Spatterings of blood lingered on Nahuel's lip. He'd been toying with the stitches since they'd left Michael's "crime scene." The Argentinian drove the truck with a quiet yawn, considering the options of speech as they bounced down the country roads once more. Headlights illuminated a young doe darting past, but avoiding the headlights. Nahuel paused, and invariably the couple of fawns behind her came skittering across. The Malefactor smiled quietly and made sure that no others were coming along, giving a good twenty seconds before he continued pace. Rolling his shoulder, the Kishtar nodded.* We can get started on that creation tonight. The ring. I've got the perfect ingot.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 6:52:45 PM)
Yeah.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 6:52:51 PM)
[ HAH. ]
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 6:52:53 PM)
(*grins* Okay dlp)
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 6:52:56 PM)
*Her eyes having been drawn to the window, she'd been lost in thought for some time, watching the landscape slide past her while her mind roamed free, tossing with first this problem and then the next. Dressed now in fitted black pants and a matching pullover that fell from her left shoulder to keep it bare, her dark hair was finally dry and completely unbound as it feel around her like a cloak. The blue eyes drawn from her contemplations and back to him by his words she smiles over to him.* Do you know mon amie that you have not asked me yet exactly what i wish for or what I wish it for. It could all be part of some nefarious plan of mine to destroy all that exists around you.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 6:55:10 PM)
I doubt it. *He chuckled, facing the road as they moved along. The smile held that everpresent inkling of a sneer as Nahuel drove, something she'd doubtlessly become used to by now. He cracked his fingers and dropped two tablets with the assistance of some whiskey before continuing.* I've got a relatively firm grasp on what to make, style wise. And as for the characteristics, that's why you're here now. It's going to take some of you to influence the final aspects.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 6:58:32 PM)
Oui. *She smiles that gentle expression, falling silent for a moment as she watches him swallow the tablets, her eyes following the movement of his hands with some concern before she finally raises them to his profile once more.* But you have not told me what the payment will be Ar'Siuqqa, and I know how highly saught after and valuable your skills are.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:02:52 PM)
It's not the domain of the Kishtar to create such things. The Mummu, a much younger branch specialize in such. Though I've made my modifications where required in this Husk's knowledge in order to ascertain once attainable levels. We'll see how it runs. I haven't asked payment because I haven't yet created it. Yet. *He chuckled again, bringing the vehicle to a halt. The smell of propane and the furnace upstairs in the forge lingered in the air. Luis slid outdoors and moved to take a guard's locale, waiting as he always did.* I'm sure Michael's got everything prepared. Let's head up, Banner.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:05:57 PM)
*Slipping out of the car and for the first time actually dressed appropriately for the rural surrounds she follows him towards the forge. That lurking smile remaining upon her lips, her blue eyes sparkle with some hidden amused thought as she walks at his side, a negligent smile given to his man servant as she passes him with the unconscious grace of a noble take the fraction of a second to acknowledge a useful underling.* You do not think that you could give me some idea of what it is I shall owe you mon amie?
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:10:02 PM)
How's this. I'll consider the work, time, effort, and expenditures involved, we'll come to a price when sober. *He laughed once more, shaking his head as the alarm chirped on the vehicle. Force of habit, maybe. The pair headed upstairs to the forge, where the temperature was at least 114 with the slats closed. Michael didn't seem to mind, manning the controls for the furnace. Nahuel seemed to -enjoy it,- conversely.*
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:12:25 PM)
*Stepping inside Violetta seemed to momentarily pause, the heat an intense fog of thickness that seemed determined to leach the moisture from her body. Her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip, she came to the sudden conclusion that perhaps she shouldn't have gone home to change afterall before she pushed herself forwards and into the room.* If we wait until you are sober Nahuel, we may never settle on one at all.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:17:26 PM)
*The shape of Nahuel gave way to Ar'siuqqa, flesh going a deep black tone with curling ashes lifting from his shoulders. Eyes a shade of off-red, literally coals residing within the sockets. He clenched a hand to fully accept the transition to his true shape and smiled, which raised the temperature in the room a degree just from the parting of lips. A nod to Michael who moved to open the slats for Violetta's comfort, he spoke. And even with the opened ventilation, speech seemed to maintain that resonating heat as the words poured from his mouth. Sounds like the hissing of steel being quenched, bass like earthquakes. Indeed, the ashes on the ground trembled.* Then I suppose you'll never pay, Liaphon.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:23:08 PM)
*She stopped by the slats that let in air, instinctively knowing the coolest place in the room to stand. Looking to him as he transforms her eyes soften, and she takes a silent moment to appreciate the truth and beauty of this form. Looking him over from head to toe with a lingering smile around her lips, she fights the urge to join him; there was something beautiful and addictive about being in the true presence of the others. A memory of a bygone time, that promise of things to come. Her voice gentle when it speaks, holds that hint of awe that being in the elohim's presence inspires, her head inclining a little in respect.* You are beautiful Ar'siuqqa, I am honoured by your presence. Merci for allowing me to see the truth of your being.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:25:53 PM)
Oh, it gets better. *He chuckled quietly, then got to his work. Taking the ingot itself, a small and unassuming piece of metal was cupped in the dark, matte metallic palm of Ar'siuqqa. He held it there, and laid his hands in the furnace with the miniscule but pure block slowly turning to liquid. Leaning forward into the flames, he brought his eyes nearer to the object of his work and began to shape the flexible metal, curling it in his hand with the mental image of Violetta's slender fingers in his mind. There were no tools. Only the hands of the Malefactor. The nails he cultivated at their tips for detail. Michael worked the gas vents to increase heat as the pair maintained a subliminal contact, assisting all the while to his Master's progress. The band shaped, a small torus that rested in palm, he began details with his metal nails, quietly. Breath mirrored the sound of the gasses pouring forth. Molten metal in his hands, he walked back towards Violetta and the heat itself upon Ar'siuqqa threatened to ignit
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:25:59 PM)
ignite her clothing as he looked to her hands, comparing with a nod. Remembering himself, the smoldering eyes apologized and he returned to the furnace.*
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:30:47 PM)
*Sweat beading accross her skin she reaches up and twists the long hair atop her head, fascinated by what takes place before her. The sleeves of her top pushed up to the elbows she slowly but surely creeps forwards towards the furnace, standing by his shoulder as she watches him work. It was miraculous, that gift that they had, as though the metal itself bent to his touch of it's own free will. Excitement starting to touch the air around her, her could almost feel it waft over him, that ghostly reminder of the presence of Liaphon that leeked through Violetta and into the world around, her lips curling upwards in a smile as she speaks.* I think you could ignite me with a touch mon amie, how strange that we are in so many ways opposites non?
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:34:33 PM)
Keepsss thingsss interesssting. *His voice hissed as his skin did the same, the metal being quenched in a pool of water nearby. The hardening of the platinum, steps required to make it durable. To prepare it for finer work. Quenched, he brought it back to the torches and worked details into the ring itself, again with his nails. Small curling shapes began to take their place upon its surface as he heated specific locales and set upon them precious stones in a small saucer nearby. Michael, the Follower who took up his post previously, simply watched in awe. Torment left by the wayside, Ar'siuqqa was little more than six feet tall but the ceramic tile bowed beneath his feet. Detail after detail, at times the Annunaki's eyes were little more than an inch away from the surface.*
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:38:08 PM)
That it does my friend. *She smiles as she continues to watch, half tempted to reach out and place a finger to his skin, just to see if it seared. His assistant completely ignored, the lammasu seeming to have no time for him in the midst of the miracle that took place before her very eyes, her eyes shifted from the created ring as she instead watched his face. The changes of expression, the way that -he- responded to the art of creation itself.* I have to wonder though if my rains cause you discomfit, if they threaten to drown you in the way that this heat plays on the border of setting me alight.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:43:36 PM)
Water quenches. Makes stronger. Changes structure. There are Neberu who cultivate more within their recesses, but they deal in fire. The Kishtar deal in earth, in all its forms. At times, this includes heat. But not always. *Ar'siuqqa smiled again, and the opening of his lips once more breathed heat into the room. The designing lingered on, with the Annunaki himself being the tool of preference as he continued the process of forging. When satisfied, he held the piece in his hands and quenched it's glowing surface once more. Hissing, steam. Her elements changing shape as they flitted through the room and humidified the air. Temperature began to leave him, and within his closed hands rested an object caked in slag and remnants. Michael killed the gas to the flames, and the room immediately cooled, the flesh giving way to Nahuel's browns as opposed to Ar'siuqqa's blacks. And when the Argentinian smiled, no heat poured from him, palm turned upward with the encrusted torus resting in it.* Open it.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:47:00 PM)
*Her skin glistening with sweat, she reaches out to touch upon the object in his palm. Eyes flicking up to his in question for a brief moment she looks back down to the object, a single finger reaching out in an attempt to brush away the remnants and reach for the ring that lay beneath.* Open it? Like this?
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:49:46 PM)
He nodded, taking a step back as she looked at the object. Touch cracked the coating that lingered after the last quench, and within the ashes and slag that remained on her palm was the glint of platinum once more. The ring, as linked, was beautiful. Etchings upon its top, sides, and the proper glyphs for Forge, Annunaki, and others rested inside it's recesses against where skin would lie. Nahuel smiled, somewhat proudly. There wasn't a hint of a sneer, for once.
Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:51:40 PM)
*Taking it from his palm she clears away the last of the debris, her blue eyes opening wide as she brings the ring closer to her eyes and marvels at the beauty of it's construction. The lovely voice little above a whisper, she turns it slowly, watching the light of the forge glint from it's surface.* It's.... beautiful mon amie. It is priceless, surely there is nothing else like it in the world.
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:53:24 PM)
That's the intent, Liaphon. *He smiled again and waved a hand to Michael, who finished up and cleaned the Forge. Vent slats closed up again as Nahuel dusted himself clean, turning on his heels to head down for a shower. Residual points of ash whisked about in the man's wake.* [ Should go shower. ]
Nahuel Ramos (May 8, 2011 7:56:38 PM)
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Violetta duBois (May 8, 2011 7:56:47 PM)
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