Acher + Ferrus: Armed and Ready

[fearnoreproach]

Who: Acher, Ferrus
When: Sunday the 19th
Where: Bastan
Before/After: Acher's letter to Ferrus.
Warnings: Probably none.

[Acher, as indicated, has someone waiting for Ferrus when he arrives in Bastan. That guard wastes no time; he leads Ferrus to a small guardhouse where Acher is stationed. The ex-paladin, still in his banded mail, steps forward to meet Ferrus.]

[He looks different. The distinctive white armor that he wore as a paladin, accented with blue, is gone. The iron armor he wears looks burnished and rougher. But it's the same old Acher: he carries himself with an air of command.]

[Ferrus gets one single, solitary nod.]

Ferrus.

Comments

[albinoalchemist]

[ Ferrus recognizes him, yes! However, there's definitely something different about Ferrus, too.

And not the good kind of different.

He seems to be carrying himself entirely informally - unlike how he normally acts around Acher at all. Acher gets a cheery, informal, and slightly limpwristed wave from Ferrus. ]

Acher!

[ he sounds cheery

there is something wrong here ]

[fearnoreproach]

[What the fuck is this. Oh, wait, Acher is kind of a dick and doesn't care because his relationship with Ferrus was based on mutual cooperation without any real emotional regard.]

[Except he kinda does care. Damned traitorous emotions.]

... Ferrus.

[He looks him up and down, then opens the door to the guardhouse. He motions inside.]

Come inside.

[albinoalchemist]

[ Emotions! Ferrus has them, Acher has them, and neither of them want them! Welp! ]

Alright!

[ He's... somewhere between clumsy and fluid in heading inside, instead of controlled walking. It's hard to tell exactly why, but it's probably not pride at being called on! ]

[fearnoreproach]

[Speak for yourself, Ferrus. Acher is a big fan of his emotions. They include anger!]

Have you been drinking?

[albinoalchemist]

[ It's true in this situation! ]

...No?

[ curious headtilt! he's never been drunk before ever Acher jeez ]

[fearnoreproach]

Your behavior is odd.

[technomaturgist]

[ yeah he just seems confused

what are you talking about Acher ]

Is it?

[fearnoreproach]

[Oh man, what is this, is this work! Is that what this is!]

You seem... more animated than usual? Cheerful?

[albinoalchemist]

[ STILL CONFUSED ]

Do I?

[ His stance is sort of shifting into just overexpressive confusion. ACHER WHAT DO YOU MEAN maybe you should just ask if he's changed what he did normally lately ]

[fearnoreproach]

[Acher could ask that... if he weren't Acher. Instead, he decides to undertake what he feels will be a more fruitful endeavor of benefit to Ferrus: talk shop.]

No matter. I see you brought your tools. I will have one of the guards escort you to a building I requisitioned, when we finish here.

[albinoalchemist]

[ YEAH THAT'S COOL he'll just continue being offputtingly cheery ]

Okay! That sounds fine.

[ immediately shifting back into cheery like there is absolutely nothing wrong at all ]

[fearnoreproach]

[Ohhhh-kay. Maybe if Acher just acts like Ferrus is normal, he will become normal? That'd be convenient.]

Good. Now, then. Your first task will be providing healing and support potions for Aerveas's army. For this, you will receive monetary compensation.

[albinoalchemist]

[ unfortunately being mentally unstable is not that easily fixed! Although if Jamie were still writing him it'd probably work out that way

NOT ANYMORE THO ]

Okay! I can do that, definitely. Do you have the ingredients I'd need?

[ he's talking BUSINESS and he's not so out of it he'd disregard that ]

[fearnoreproach]

Most. The rest can be acquired. We have a fair number of Everea's storehouses under our direct control.

[At least, as far as Acher knows. A good point. Hm...]

A list of what you will require would be wise.

[albinoalchemist]

Alright!

[ He considers, and seems to almost start dictating before he just stops and considers. ]

I can do that!

[ thumbs up!!! ]

[fearnoreproach]

[... weird.]

Very good.

Now, we will also need weapons and arms. We have raw materials for this. What in particular can you make?

[albinoalchemist]

[ are you only thinking that now Acher

He seems to think for a moment. Ferrus is much better at alchemy then blacksmithing in Jamie's headcanon, but Jamie spread his weapon-creation proficiency wide. Ferrus's wholly capable, and most of the weapons he makes are above storebought goods (or what's the point of smithing them at all!!!) ]

Um...

[ thinking about it and making a noise while he does so before he perks up again! ]

Guns, bladed weapons, maces, shields...

[ he just goes on to blanket statement, in a way that might be sort of tedious. In summary: He can't make magical items (staves, wands) or completely wooden items (bows). ]

[fearnoreproach]

Swords, shields, maces. All of those will be of use.

[Acher nods to that, looking Ferrus over for a moment. He hadn't ever gotten a weapon from him; Lera preferred to outfit him with top notch PVP gear, rather than crafted stuff.]

We'll have a smithy prepared for you, too. And helpers.

[albinoalchemist]

[ Jamie was fine with that, really. He mostly did it for if he met a newbie or otherwise had a friend who needed a specific crafted weapon for their build. Given, this was only useful to a point with his efforts, but... ]

That sounds great!

[ :D forever ]

[fearnoreproach]

[SO WEIRD. Acher doesn't question it again, though. He'll just order his people to watch out for Ferrus, keep an eye on him and make sure he's okay.]

Good. I will have one of the men direct you to it and to your quarters, then.

[albinoalchemist]

[ He's fine! When awake. Nothing will probably be noticed (beyond him working 24/7) until he has a fitful nap or two. ]

Sounds like a plan!

[ He'll just wait for this to happen. :) Unless Acher wants to approach the subject again.

(Of course, if you want to end it here, he's just going to offer Acher a happy little wave and then follow the man in question off to see it all.) ]

[fearnoreproach]

All right, then. Send for me if you need something.

[Acher calls in a couple of guards, who patiently show Ferrus along to the workshop. Acher waves a hand at him, still incredulous.]

[Still unconvinced that he's not drunk, really.]