On the outskirts of townm there is a well worn shop, surrounded by singed grass. A small explosion can be heard inside, immediately followed why the sound of fire extinguishers. A hand reaches into the window, turning a sign to "OPEN."
A luminous figure can be seen flying from a short distance away. After a short while, it reaches the shop, landing in front of the door and folding his wings behind him. Meltiel had been meditating a short distance away until hearing an explosion. Concerned, he decided to investigate the noise. Meltiel knocked on the door, shield at the ready just in case.
"Then you won't mind if I take a look around, right?" asked Meltiel coldly, a clear edge in his voice. Meltiel never had any talent for subtlety. In fact, that was subtlest way he could say "I'm coming in whether you like it or not."
Inside she sees a room in shambles, shrapnel peppering the walls. A man with spiked dark hair and blond tips is busily working on...something. Whatever it is, it's form is unclear, let alone it's function. "See Drea? I told you the core was stable en-" He looked up, and pulled his goggles, revealing the fact that whatever caused the previous explosion left him covered head to toe in soot. "Oh hey, a customer!" He said jovially.
Meltiel's face (well, the area where he would have a face) flickered momentarily. It was hard to tell whether he was amused or about to dispense divine punishment all over this man's shop. "What is that device and what is its function?" asked Meltiel shakily, trying to keep his tone even.
The man looked it over intently. "I'm not sure. Salvaged it last week, and I'm trying to put it back together again." He said thoughtfully. "It's either a weapon, or a furnace, near as I can tell."
"He's trying to put it back together and has no idea what it does?"
Meltiel released a burst of divine magic, glyphs of light appearing on the floor they were on, creating a Circle of Truth. If they lied, he would know instantly. Turning to the woman called Drea, he said, "Please tell me I shouldn't be worried."
Drea looked at Trey appraisingly. "Hey, don't you let him near me with that glowy stuff..." He said in a warning tone. "Nah, he's a lunatic, but he's my lunatic."
If Meltiel could arch a brow, he would have. Instead, his head brightened slightly. "So, you two are..." suggested Meltiel, pointing back and forth between Drea and Trey.
"I'm her boss...her mentor...her guiding light..." Trey said, beaming with pride, as Drea rolled her eyes. "He is a mechanical genius, from whom I intend to learn from."
"Well, at it's core, this is a junk shop...we sell parts. However, we also will sell finished items, and can upgrade things for those who need it, too..." Drea replied.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Meltiel released a burst of divine magic, glyphs of light appearing on the floor they were on, creating a Circle of Truth. If they lied, he would know instantly. Turning to the woman called Drea, he said, "Please tell me I shouldn't be worried."
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
WReya DawnbringerWGBounteous KirinGRUrabrask the HiddenR
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!