065th metal

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[ He stares out at the stars half-panicked, wide-eyed. They're so clear: more of them than he's ever seen before.

He burns steel/iron/tin/pewter, shields with copper, stretches out with bronze. He can't hear anything.

He's darted around the ship, lurked in the shadows, moved quick and quiet and unobtrusive as possible, but what is on deck stuns him. ]

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[ The feed is trained on the stars. ]

Why are the stars like this.

Why is it all metal.

[ His voice is flat and cold.

And much too young. ]


[ replies from venturemistborn. ]




Cassel: lump of atium. It seems inadequate, but it’s not just because of the metal, or because Zane hopes someday Cassel might be able to duplicate it. It’s that Zane used to depend entirely on this metal and stockpile and hoard it. It was his closest ally in a world where friends didn’t exist. He was never addicted to it, not like his father thought, but it had such value. Now there are other things that have that value.
Touko:
Babs: A handmade wrap, a shawl from Zane’s own world.
Iris:
Jerry:
Bush
Chris
Jean: A necklace with a fire opal pendant.
Anya: A bracelet that looks somewhat nice and plain, but is actually a very flexible multitool. Compass, firestarter, knife, etc.
Morgana: A pin that’s a twisted silver-and-red rose, beautiful. A long, fancy red coat.
Marsh: Different threads woven with different sorts of metal. Some living plant that does well in the dark with heavy mineral concentrations in it so that Marsh can see it more clearly.
Mickey:
Emperor
Allison: A set of glass and obsidian knives.
Arthas
Sylvanas
Arkin: An elaborate clock that needs to be put together, with instructions.
Steve:

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[youwillgotohell]

[She smiles, and lets it drop.]

All right. What do you want to do now?

[venturemistborn]

[ He is taken aback by the question. ]

Why do you want to know?

[youwillgotohell]

[She shrugs.]

Because you might as well have some fun here.

[venturemistborn]

What do you want?

[ He's sharply suspicious now. Afraid. This isn't the sort of thing people offer. ]

[youwillgotohell]

[Sadness crosses her face, brief: she thought she had dealt with difficult children in the past, but Mordred had trusted her almost immediately.]

That is a weighted question, isn't it? I think I'd like to check on the gardens. Do you want to come with me?

[venturemistborn]

[ There is a long hesitation, and then he nods. Better to watch this person, he tells himself. ]

[youwillgotohell]

[She smiles, because any reason to get him to come along is good enough.

She doesn't say anything, just opens the door and steps inside, holding it open for him.]

[venturemistborn]

{ When he does step through, he stops in utter shock. Green. Everywhere. It's so bizarre that he doesn't understand it - it doesn't fit into the categories he knows of as plants. ]

[youwillgotohell]

[She waits through it, but doesn't dawdle too much: Zane had this moment already, and at a much matured age; Morgana moves on, but she keeps him in the corner of her eye.]

Would you like to help me water them?