forum Depression and Choccy Milk (OXO with Caustic)

Started May 08, 2020 by @Painted-Iris group

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The heavy weight on his shoulders wasn't doing well for Zeddicus. He did his best to simply hold the bars in his hand, but he had Nathaniel in his arms at the moment. Sighing, he set the boy down to take the heavy seeming weights from Nathaniel. They were quite heavy, but he didn't want the smaller boy to carry everything. "Do what you want," Zedd replied.

Nathaniel was able to hold one bar of metal, and that was about it. He stood beside Zedd, holding it close to his chest. "How do we buy it?" He asked, looking up at the blacksmith curiously. He stepped forward and stumbled a bit, struggling on his injured leg. "And do you have an easier way to carry them?"

The blacksmith couldn't help but let a snicker escape his lips, but noticing Nathaniel's innocent curiosity, he cleared his throat. "You buy them with money," he offered, hoping the boy knew what money was.
"Nathaniel, don't worry about the expenses. But, yes. I was wondering if we could get some sort of delivery to the shop so he can set up a forge in one of the back rooms?" Zeddicus questioned.
The other man seemed confused, but realized that all of what the two of them were talking about buying, he knew it wouldn't be any fun carrying such heavy materials. "That can be arranged."

"Okay…" Nathaniel leaned his head against Zedd's arm, still holding one bar of metal close to his chest. "If it's getting delivered, when's it gonna get back to your apartment, sir?" He asked Zedd curiously. "How soon would we be able to set up a forge so I can actually start making things?"

(Ee)

(You have failed the vibe check. Giv choccy milk or die)

(I CAn't sEe tHem bECausE dIScoRd is bLockeD)

i gotcha fren

(apparently, I wrote a haiku last night)
(about Zedd and Nathaniel:)
(Hello, Zeddicus)
(I desire choccy milk)
(Hand it over now)

(You can't make demands)
(Your name is not Nathaniel)
(So no choccy milk.)
(- From Zeddicus)

"Okay…" Nathaniel leaned his head against Zedd's arm, still holding one bar of metal close to his chest. "If it's getting delivered, when's it gonna get back to your apartment, sir?" He asked Zedd curiously. "How soon would we be able to set up a forge so I can actually start making things?"

The blacksmith spoke up instead, knowing his inventory better than Zedd would. "Depending on what you pick, it'll get there today. Some of the better heat treating ovens might be a few days," he explained. Zedd looked down at Nathaniel leaning on his arm. "My guess is you'd be able to start making them within the week," he stated. "So uh, go start looking at what you want," Zedd added.

"Mmkay…" Nathaniel wandered off to go look at the ovens, still clutching a metal bar close to his chest. He didn't actually know much about the ovens themselves, so he didn't quite know what to look for in one. "Um… which ones of these are good, sir?" He asked the blacksmith after a couple minutes of trying to figure out what he was doing.

The older man gestured to all of the ones before Nathaniel. "All of them are fine, it mostly depends on the temperature you'd need and size," the blacksmith replied, hoping that information was enough help. He still felt odd talking to such a young kid about making metal working. Hell, was this boy even in school?

(Haha… noooo…)
"Hmm…" Nathaniel examined the labels of the heat treating ovens until he found one that was a good temperature for what he usually worked with. It was also relatively compact, so it would be more manageable for him. "I think this one is good."

It was pure luck that Nathaniel had chosen an oven that was still in supply. They wouldn't have to wait for it to be shipped in, and the two could take everything home. Nathaniel would be able to start working within a day or two.
"Good choice," the blacksmith hummed. He also had a few of the basic tools in hand already that one would need when working with metal. There was even a smaller sized anvil closer to the door waiting to be paid for.

Nathaniel adjusted his grip on his bar of metal, standing next to Zedd while the man paid for all the things. He hummed idly, glancing around the shop from where he stood while he waited. His wings fluttered a bit occasionally.

The total ended up being about as high as Zedd expected, but it was no less saddening to know how much money was gone now. Nathaniel was going to have to sell a few knives fairly soon if his own sales weren't high. After everything was finally processed, everything was wheeled out into a truck with a fairly large back trailer. It was necessary with all the weight. "Seeing as you probably don't know anything about building a forge, I'll drive and set it up for you," the blacksmith said, walking out of the shop with the two others. The man locked the door up after switching his sign to closed, and went to get in the vehicle. There were only two seats inside the truck so Nathaniel would have to sit on Zedd's lap. It seemed to surprise the blacksmith at the two climbing in, due to their wings, but said nothing about it, noting Nathaniel's wings more carefully.

"Thank you, sir. That's very kind of you." Nathaniel climbed up into the truck with Zedd and carefully got himself settled. He wasn't sure how safe this was, but he kept quiet. He kept his crumpled wings folded as tightly to his back as he could manage so that they wouldn't be in the way. He was bewildered, clearly, and was curiously looking around the interior of the vehicle. He'd never been inside such a thing before. "How long does it take to get home in this thing, sir?" He asked, looking up to the blacksmith after he seemed satisfied with examining the truck.

The man started up the engine, preparing the drive to the store that was merely a few blocks away. He raised a brow, bewildered as to how the kid sitting on Zedd's lap didn't seem to know what a truck was, but knew his way around with metal. "It's probably going to take about a minute. Literally," the blacksmith stated, easing his foot onto the gas pedal.

"Really?" Nathaniel asked, his eyes widening with awe and curiosity. "That's so cool! How does it get there so fast?" He asked curiously, cocking his head to the side a bit. "Is it magic or something?" He jumped when the truck started moving and clung to Zedd tightly. "H-How's it doing that??"