Viktor's Garage (Shop thread)
May 18, 2014 3:00:47 GMT
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Post by Viktor Croswell on May 18, 2014 3:00:47 GMT
The first rays of sunlight were beginning to peak over the horizon and cast their warmth on Lodan as day broke and night began to make its retreat. Not many were awake at such an hour save for those who lived in the most rural parts of Lodan where there were many tasks to be completed throughout the day. Among these people, though within the safe confines of his shop located within the merchant’s district, was a red headed mechanic whose temper was known for being explosive. Groggily he awoke and got out of bed, his hair pointed in every direction. As he made his way to the bathroom, he stopped to observe his brother seated against the wall, the lights of his eyes gone, and his sword resting against his shoulder.
“Are you awake, Nikolai,” he called to his brother and then the faint green light of Nikolai’s eyes lit up.
“You know I do not sleep, brother,” came the reply and so Viktor nodded before continuing on with his morning activities. Every day since their introduction Viktor had asked the same question and every morning Nikolai always gave the same response. This exchange between the two slowly became a ritual and although most would find their peculiar behavior to one another odd, Viktor did care deeply for the clockwork soldier who always protected him throughout the night.
Once the engineer was through cleaning himself, he donned on the clothes of a mechanic. Rather than his jacket, gloves, and boots, he wore thick pants, his undershirt, an apron above that, thick leather boots to protect himself from sparks, special gloves to use his torch, and a pair of goggles that were tinted so dark one might think it was night, on top of his head. Today he was opening his shop officially so he sat in the showroom where a table and a stool was located. The redhead played with one of his piercings on his lips while he labored over the schematics for a bike he would attempt to build in the future, one he could call his own. From behind he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and didn’t bother to look up because he knew who it was.
As the light outside became brighter and folks began to appear on the street, Viktor continued to work on his blueprint until NK-5 came up from behind him and set a mug down. Viktor’s eyes left the paper to look at the cup then went up to see the person who placed it there before saying, “thank you.” Gone was the scarf he had used temporarily at the jubilee. In it’s place, Viktor had finished tailoring the jacket so the collar would extend high enough. “Summer is coming in, you know so to humans you’re going to look like an oddity walking around with such clothes on. If anyone asks, your blood circulation is very, very poor.” NK-5 nodded his response and then moved to grab the stool behind the counter before seating himself besides Viktor who moved his own seat to make room. As NK-5 studied his sketch, Viktor couldn’t help but study the doll and smile. Part of him had always wanted a little brother but after him his mother was rendered incapable of having children again. So, it did not come to Viktor’s surprise when he actually began to think fondly of the metal contraption beside him. “It’s nothing but work here on out,” he said as he turned his attention back to the paper.
“Are you awake, Nikolai,” he called to his brother and then the faint green light of Nikolai’s eyes lit up.
“You know I do not sleep, brother,” came the reply and so Viktor nodded before continuing on with his morning activities. Every day since their introduction Viktor had asked the same question and every morning Nikolai always gave the same response. This exchange between the two slowly became a ritual and although most would find their peculiar behavior to one another odd, Viktor did care deeply for the clockwork soldier who always protected him throughout the night.
Once the engineer was through cleaning himself, he donned on the clothes of a mechanic. Rather than his jacket, gloves, and boots, he wore thick pants, his undershirt, an apron above that, thick leather boots to protect himself from sparks, special gloves to use his torch, and a pair of goggles that were tinted so dark one might think it was night, on top of his head. Today he was opening his shop officially so he sat in the showroom where a table and a stool was located. The redhead played with one of his piercings on his lips while he labored over the schematics for a bike he would attempt to build in the future, one he could call his own. From behind he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and didn’t bother to look up because he knew who it was.
As the light outside became brighter and folks began to appear on the street, Viktor continued to work on his blueprint until NK-5 came up from behind him and set a mug down. Viktor’s eyes left the paper to look at the cup then went up to see the person who placed it there before saying, “thank you.” Gone was the scarf he had used temporarily at the jubilee. In it’s place, Viktor had finished tailoring the jacket so the collar would extend high enough. “Summer is coming in, you know so to humans you’re going to look like an oddity walking around with such clothes on. If anyone asks, your blood circulation is very, very poor.” NK-5 nodded his response and then moved to grab the stool behind the counter before seating himself besides Viktor who moved his own seat to make room. As NK-5 studied his sketch, Viktor couldn’t help but study the doll and smile. Part of him had always wanted a little brother but after him his mother was rendered incapable of having children again. So, it did not come to Viktor’s surprise when he actually began to think fondly of the metal contraption beside him. “It’s nothing but work here on out,” he said as he turned his attention back to the paper.