Eh, Wot?

[RaeRae]

Of course stone. Iazor nodded along with Haelys, Not much castle without stone. She listened intently, scratching her nails against stone as Haelys spoke. The rough outline of blueprints taking shape. No hard numbers, just concepts to match the way Haelys spoke. Underground systems and wine cellars and… er well the secret prisons looked more like little stick figures behind bars but we needn't go into the details on that right now. They weren't very secret if she just scratched it all out into the ground right there in the middle of everything. She nodded confidently over the drawing and looked up at Haelys with a grin. Ia, formerly of Anvil Zor. I'll be your Castle Architect![/color][/b] She stood as tell and proud as a two foot Armadigger could stand. What's your anvil name?
BOND! Meant To Do That Auger Ia to Haelys!

The Armadigger with Nako let out a long hrmmmm sound, and shuffled the now-torn bits of paper about. After a moment he stuck his claws into the stone and started drawing, taking inspiration from the drawing but with more careful lines and measurements. Starting to take shape into something that seemed a bit more architecturally sound. Or at least at first. It quickly… expanded. There was a slide yes, but it was also a tower that actually had ten slides coming out of it. Also there was a fire truck and whether or not that was supposed to be a wooden horse or a real pony was a good question. One that Nako was going to have to find the answer to later. And Nako was definitely going to find the answer to it later, whether she wanted to or not. Kal, formerly of Anvil Zor. He offers a dusty hand out to shake, I'm gonna build your playset.
BOND! Where To Begin Spade Kal to Nako!

Kinzor looked up at Cyprena with contemplation in his eyes. With… work. Duh. What was a digger going to do with money? They made all their own materials, found their own food, they were quite sufficient without having to deal with all that fine tuning nonsense. Of course Ren was talking to a Pickaxe, not that she had any way of realizing that, and all those kinds of details were handled by Thrones. It's all their soft shells were good for. I break things, get out of the way. You show me thing, I break it down. I have materials, you have space. Was he talking so shortly because he thought Ren was stupid, or because he was just a short-worded Digger? Good question. We should ask more questions like that. Next question please.

Aizor looked down at herself, then up at Geoff, then down at herself again. Are you implying I'm not normal? She started, sounding offended, I work and I slave over my tasks and you are implying I'm not normal? She puffed up, her little armadillo arms crossed, And who do you think you are to say that?

Shyzor nodded sharply, good this dark tallthing was starting to get it. Which was sounding better than what was going on around them. We do plans. Measurements. Good structure. You have requests we incorporate. We work hard. Payment, that was not within Shyzor's ballpark, though she admitted she had a liking for this practical minded one. Tinzor! She snapped, calling the Throne back over, Do a barter! She offers a hand of thick, blunt claws out to Zebey to shake, Shy, formerly of Anvil Zor. I'll be your foreman.
BOND! No Time For This Hammer Shy to Zebey!

Tinzor, meanwhile, gave a sigh and gestured for Tynis to please follow him as he made his way back towards Ren and Zebey, Some Anvils will take monetary compensation but I find that's less practical. We'll work for materials, or for the promise of future projects, we're generally self sufficient and find little need for currency, but we're happy to barter with other things depending on what you have to offer. He explains, even as Shy rolls her eyes, despite being the one to call him over.

[And that's some bonds startin! If you have any further preferences go ahead and send them to me!]

[Cyprena Sevenius]

Ooc: WOW I wrote Chisel a lot Kinzor is not a Chisel I am sorry. 8II I can read. I knew exactly which description was his too, I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am sorry again 8IIII;;

Her eyes turned to PICKAXE (jfc self) when he gave her an answer and she… “What?” Paid him with work. He didn’t want her to pick things up and put them back down again, but he wanted her to pay for his work with work. The way he explained things made Ren feel like this whole thing was going over her head, or this was all a scam. All she had to do was provide space? She didn’t even HAVE space here. She didn’t have space anywhere. Her space... was space. And no one owned that. She barely registered the tone that Kinzor spoke to her with, because she was still figuring out what he meant, exactly.

Ren felt immediate camaraderie with Zebey, hearing her mention payment as well, just because the not-quite-human agreed with her (she knew Zebey wasn’t human, she’d never seen a human look like that in all of her times working with them, but she had no idea what an elf was). That’s right. Ren knew what she was talking about some of the time. She was certainly no architect or construction worker, they had machines for a lot of that in any case, but she wasn’t about to stumble into some sort of deal that was going to shortchange her.

She didn’t quite reocgnize the connection that was just made before her between Zebey and Shy. That wasn’t the type of thing she could wrap her head around, not for the moment.

Her glowing eyes turned again, to the paler armadillo-creature that was called over, noting the small trail of dust that puffed up behind him as he moved. He was much more eloquent than Kinzor was, Ren noticed, and she wondered if he was an elder, or a negotiator or scholar of some sort. Tynis too was a strange looking fellow, but the unfamiliar was not unheard of in her own world, and she barely even flinched as he approached (if he did).

“So you just like...to work.” Her face shifted, understanding his words and explanation, now, but confused at what exactly was being said. Liking to work sounded very Palaven-like, she had to admit, but wasn’t really so much her style anymore. Not entirely. “That seems...simple enough.” She looked around. Were they asking for permission? Were they still going to build a castle? The princess-lady seemed occupied by her own armadillo, but it didn’t sound like the castle was off the table.

“So if this is all abandoned, did you want to build something...for us?”

[Haelys Celtaris]

It was a good feeling when someone seemed to be on the same page as you. In Haelys' case, she watched the developing blueprints with both curiosity and contentment. She slowly nodded in approval and encouragement as the large structure took its simple shape into the stone below. She also noted how large and sharp these creatures' claws were.

Others' observations of the queen were accurate—she had marched right through the Armadiggers original intentions and began pushing her own agenda. Due to her lack of physical endurance, she had been so late to the conversation that she didn't actually even know what the original conversation was, nor was she currently paying attention to the discussions of the others. Instead, she was occupied with attempting to gather workers for her own team. Even if she did realize the possibility of re-building this area, there was no way she would be interested in co-mingling with so many others in a community. Despite how topsy-turvy her life had become after being forced through the portal, she attempted to retain as many of her expectations and standards as she could. Staying at one of the Weyrd's inns had been unpleasant enough. If she was going to be stranded in this strange (very strange) place for an indefinite amount of time, she was going to do it in her style.

"It's a pleasure, Ia. I am Queen Haelys Celtaris." Haelys' lips curled into a lop-sided smirk-smile that exhibited her satisfaction. This was perhaps the nicest the queen had initially been to anyone or anything on Planet so far. It may have had something to do with the elite title of 'Castle Architect' or the creature's proud stance, but overall, the woman was more than willing to be cordial to collaborators. In all honesty, she looked at them more as vassals than comrades, but she had already altered her usual behaviors in an effort to step onto more even ground—an uncomfortable, but necessary move in her current circumstances.

"Anvil? I do not understand." She paused, smile fading into a more puzzled expression. "It will be called Castle Celtaris, of course." She elaborated, unsure what exactly the creature was asking.

Iaceltaris… The Auger slowly repeated the name, some uncertainty in her voice—it didn't exactly have a good ring to it. The shiny then motioned a pointy claw in the direction of the Chisel nearby. He is Nalzor. The Auger watched Haelys, trying to prove a point.

"Oh." The concept finally clicked and the woman gave a single slow nod of understanding. "Well then, why don't we just shorten it to Ris?" Because, naturally, it had to be named after her somehow.

Iaris. Well that certainly rolled off the tongue a lot more naturally. Both the queen and Auger looked pleased once more.

With that matter settled, grey-blue eyes wandered over to the Chisel that had been the first to show interest in her castle proposition. He had seemed initially curious and yet had not said another word since. Something Haelys had learned over time is that most people had thoughts and opinions, but some needed space to be created for them before such concepts could be shared (well, it was either that or he didn't actually care at all and had been simply throwing her a bone). This woman had no problems forcibly clearing a room to allow others to step forward with their ideas. For as bold and outspoken as she was, she still knew some of the most valuable things came from unexpected places. And Haelys was willing to benefit from anything she could.

"Well, Nalzor, tell me your thoughts on this."

[OOC: Wheeeee! I love Iaris, the Castle Architect! 83 Thank you~]

[Zebey]

Shyzor was quick to break things down. Planning, measurements, building of structures. And they took in their requests. Zebey glanced around the crater, silver eyes sweeping the run down buildings and barely there streets that remained. Imagined visions of new buildings, stores, and alleys sprang before her eyes. To have that sort of control- hell yes. This was exactly what she was hoping for. As the Hammer barked out for another one of the creatures, to discuss payment, the drow pulled her gaze away from the remnants of whatever town this used to be.

Claws her held out for her to shake. A brow was quirked, but the elf did reach out and shake Shy's hand. Her role was the foreman? That was gre- the connection between the two interrupted her thoughts abruptly. She had felt this sensation before, shortly after she had first arrived. With Kamalah. Here we go again, she thought dryly, but it did seem that Shy wasn't going to be as... annoying as the Xicara. She nodded shortly. "Zebey. I don't belong to an Anvil." She was able to figure that Anvil, to them, was like a house. Something that drow did have- but none she herself was a part of.

Then make one. Shy watched as the Throne slowly started to make his way over.

Zebey thought for a second, then, "I used to belong to a guild. Her'tan would be too long, how about 'tan?" Her'tan, of course, being the drow word for guild. Shy thought about it, then nodded firmly. Shy'tan it was.

Just in time for Tinzor to approach with Tynis. Zebey glanced his way briefly before refocusing on the Throne. She listened to their options for payment, nodding. "Promise for future building sounds perfect. Sounds like we already have one for a temple," she added, glancing to Tynis purposefully. "We can also help source materials if you need it." It seemed the area around here would be ripe for building materials. Wood, and possibly stone from the mountain itself. She could only assume iron and possibly even copper veins would be somewhere here as well.

The elf looked to Ren. "We can discuss the requests that we have, including any of the others around here that might have their own- or future projects." At this point, the Hammer interjected, her tone clearly impatient. Well, Tinzor? Are these terms good? Zebey wasn't one to push, but she didn't comment on the Hammer's rushed questions. Clearly she was an armadigger who didn't like to sit still, and the elf couldn't really blame her for it.

ooc.
YESSS. I'm so excited. I adore Shy'tan. Thank you thank you thank you!

[Nakolune]

Nako’s eyes grew round as the little Spade began to work, taking her shoddy-laid plans and expanding upon them until it became a monolithic undertaking of enjoyment that would no doubt rival even the size of her own house. It was cool. Beyond cool. Maybe even a little intimidated.

Wait.. was that a real or a fake horse? The thought of just sticking Julio out there trickled into her mind and she bit back a laugh. She didn’t think he’d like that at all… though perhaps he WOULD like this insanely grandiose project that the little spade was cooking up.

When he offered his hand for a shake… oh, Nako was beside herself. Honored, delighted, breathless, she grinned wide and offered her own hand and sealed the deal. “Oh man, Kal. I’m so excited about this project. I really hope you enjoy working with me on it… and you just let me know what I can do for you to make it happen! I’m like… already feeling low-key like I owe you big and we haven’t even gotten started.”

She definitely didn’t want to just like… use him for labor. That’d be such a crap thing to do even if he enjoyed it. “We’ll set you up your own little work bench or something if that’s something your keen on… oh and you GOTTA tell me what you like to eat. You can’t build on an empty stomach.”

Then she realized she was still very enthusiastically shaking Kal’s hand and let him go, grinning sheepishly.

Oh, a little intense? Whoopsie sorry, Nako mom mode is Activated!

“So, you aren’t Zor any more… that sounds a lot like a last name. So, my family’s last name is Lune”

’So, Kallune…. Hm. Maybe a climbing wall here…” He dipped his head back down to his drawing, adding more to his masterpiece. Nako had the feeling she’d be hauling a rock back home.


((Just picked a random green for Kal's so that I could post before sleep. Not super sure how to get it to match without the code DX. Gosh he's just the best little guy!))

[Tynis]

Tynis ambled alongside the Armadigger as they approached a familiar face. He gave Zebey a slight smile remembering her as one of the murdery duo from their initial arrival (no judgement of course). He nodded as she spoke. "I think resources would not be a problem at all. Especially since it seems there are a number of creatures here that seem to seek out some sort of pairing. There will always be a need to grow our space to provide proper care. And if there are going to be others arriving in a similar manner as us they will need homes as well." Excitement edged into his tone as he spoke. Helping to shape a new village seemed like just the sort of endeavor he'd be attracted to, even if he wasn't up to the physical parts.

He kicked aimlessly at a bit of gravel beneath his feet as he ruminated, glancing at the other gathered creature. "Do any of you take care of infrastructure as well? Roads? Plumbing?" If they were going to do this thing they might as well do it right from the start. Buildings popping up all willy nilly could turn into some hodge-podge nightmare down the road when it came to running pipes.

[RaeRae]

As several of the tallthings gathered around Tozor for information, many of the Diggers did as well. It was fairly easy to round up ideas when you rounded people up into a group and so it seemed like a natural thing to be doing. Of course we like to work, we're Diggers. Kinzor said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. But Cyprena's question seemed to elicit a different kind of attention, and one of the Armadiggers who had been a little more off to the side working on what looked like an abstract sculpture of a clocker tower made out of stacked gravel seemed to brighten up at the question about who they would be building for. Yes! Is not abandoned, you're here! We make things. Inns and clocks and foodplaces. A park! Big arch like a dolphin! A jellybean factory! The bright eyed and suddenly very interested Spade came up to Cyprena and offered out a hand Ale, formerly of Anvil Zor. We make not abandoned, yes?
BOND! Breaking New Ground Spade Ale to Cyprena!

Not all of them had gathered around Tozor and his lecture though, beside Haelys and the newly dubbed Iaris, Nalzor was patiently waiting his turn. In fact, he seemed a bit startled when the woman addressed him, and his beady eyes blinked a few times in confusion. It was almost like he hadn't really expected to be addressed at all. Well- He started, then stopped, considering the rough plans scratched into the dirt. It works but it's not... pretty. A block holds up a roof but it's very... simple. It seemed to him like Haelys didn't want just a castle, but a grand monument. Though he seemed nervous to say it so bluntly.

Back amongst the gathering Tynis' speaking about roads and plumbing drew attention as well. 'Course we'll handle that. An Auger spoke up, Done it hundred times. Easy. Already got the plans. Where did he get these plans? Who had he discussed them with? That was a good question but it sure seemed like Tynis had a lot of thoughts and was clearly going to need help. Who better to help than someone who already knew what he needed and how best to go about executing it before the strange red tallthing had finished coming to terms with whatever was going on around him. The doddering fellow needed help. Den, formerly of Anvil Zor. Get ya squared. The Auger held out a hand to the man.
BOND! Quickdraw Auger Den to Tynis!

Tozor watched with approval as his Anvil took their varying forms of employment. Perhaps they had found new Anvils but he had no doubt they would still be working together on this project. They'd been a team long enough. Not that they would mind working with other Anvils if any had set themselves up in the area, but from the way these tallthing spoke it didn't seem like there were any. Looking between Aizor who was arguing with someone as she was prone to doing, and Denzor who was starting to look frustrated, Erm, if you could just. That is if you'd like to join us. He seemed to be addressing Geoff and Leonard who had never properly joined the group but truly his words were for all of them, We would be happy to hear what kind of structures and things you need.

[Some of them are being very fickle about bonds. Next post should be a wrap up and will DEFINITELY come sooner than these last two posts I'm sorry guys >.o]

[Haelys Celtaris]

Haelys was silent while Nalzor got his thoughts out, her grey-blue eyes resting intently on the Chisel. The response confirmed that he was attentive but quiet; a lack of words did not mean he was disinterested.

"Yes," she agreed, nodding her head. "Castles are meant to be breathtaking. They should give you a feeling long before you reach the main doors." She looked down at the sketch, then over to Iaris. Her lips tightened with expectation. "I assume this is but a basic outline for what will be much more grand."

Yes, of course! Iaris barely let her finish her sentence before she jumped in eagerly. A single long claw pointed to a slightly squiggly line in the stone diagram. See? Design right there. In reality, there had been a divot in the ground, causing her line to go wonky rather than straight. But, as Haelys would eventually learn, the Auger was quite the improviser.

Already, the queen's face held a vague hint of skepticism, but she went along with it for now. Iaris attempted to subtly knock the side of her stone plates into Nalzor gently, nudging him for assistance. This was your cue. After all, it was only a matter of time before Haelys discovered that the Auger was no intricate designer.

[Geoff]

Geoff blinked blankly at the Army digger. Bewildered or baffled would've been overly strong words to describe his emotion, which is more akin to… Mildly thrown off balance mentally, maybe?

"Yes," he replied, "I am saying, that you were not normal." Once that… Bad? Were these animals weird about that as people. He continued flatly, "If I was normal, I'd be an idiot. The normal, average example of a species is, as a rule, terrible. You can talk, and carry on a conversation, which is already smarter than half the people I know. What's wrong with that?" he snorted.

It was a compliment. Take it or leave it. It wasn't his job to convince dream armadillos that he liked them.

Or rather, it was, and he just didn't know that yet, but he'll learn. Give him time.

[Cyprena Sevenius]

It wasn’t abandoned because they were there. Huh.

Ren turned her attention to the Spade, as the rest of those gathered seemed to gather around their little group. She raised a brow and chuckled at her excited words. “A jellybean factory?” she mused, totally unaware of what a jellybean was, “how about a bar?” She still had no idea where she was, and by spirits she needed a drink. Another drink, as the warmth from earlier had completely faded by now.

But there was a new feeling now, something that seemed to grab a hold of her just as she took the Armadigger’s outstretched hand. The feeling was strange, not something that she expected, or even knew that she wanted, but now, since landing in this crazy place, she somehow felt less alone. She hadn’t even realized that she had felt alone, really, not until this moment. Ren felt immediately on guard because of this, but she wasn’t sure what she was up against, how to fight it, if she even should fight it. But she kept her face, her brain steady. Even though she was confused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about entirely, but, uh, nice to meet you, Ale. I’m Ren.” She had no idea what an Anvil was, but she did survey the area, squinting at it. The idea of making it not abandoned felt nice, and the idea of some companionship seemed nicer, even though she didn’t trust it just yet.

Aleren, then? the not-an-armandillo asked cheerily, only barely adding the inflection turning her words into a question. “Wait wait, no, Ren is me.” But I am no more Alezor. Ren wouldn’t really consider herself a dumbTurian, but it took a few seconds for the gears to turn in her head. Alezor no more. Anvil Zor. There had to be some kind of connection there, right?

“Anvil Sevenius, I guess.” She corrected herself, she was pretty sure, but ran the names against each other. Alesevenius was ridiculous. “How about Alenius?” It felt right, somehow, Alenius and this oneness that was oozing up against the walls that Ren threw up in defense. The Spade either didn’t notice Ren’s apprehension or ignored it entirely.

Alenius and Ren, yes. We Anvil Sevenius, together. Ren did manage a smile, then, feeling some ease sift through her then, but she did turn her attention back to the one who seemed to be in charge of all of this, asking about structures. What Ren really wanted was a high-tech ship, but she didn’t know if that sort of thing was in these creatures’ wheelhouses.

“A bar.” she piped up again to Tozor. She was serious about this.

ooc: Alenius is so precious. ;u; Thank you!!

[RaeRae]

Nalzor looked at Haelys, and at Iaris and her drawing. He thought. He thought for what probably felt like a very long time, squinting at the drawing, before he finally started to move. His fine claws dipped into the dirt and moved with grace and delicacy as statues of Unicorns held up a trellis over a walkway. A door to the dungeon took the shape of an Ikal'daka's mouth, a simple weathervain became a dragon. The detail of his work stood out against the rough shapes that Ialris had drawn, but they were subtle and careful in their placement. He looked up again at Haelys and nodded. Grand. He held out a hand to shake, Nalzor, formerly of Anvil Zor. Though there was something much more careful about his words than there had been in Ialris' decision.
BOND! Patience Is An Art Chisel Nal to Haelys!

Such disrespect! Aizor wails, No appreciation at all for a true artist! Just typical! She scoffs, though she begrudgingly admitted to herself that he had at least recognised her as above average she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of speaking to her so rudely. Really, some of these people were just impossible. No real appreciation for the way that she slaved over her work. The Anvil allowed her to do what must be done, though they were rarely helpful. These tallthings had no sense of beauty. A bar! She cried, I am an artist! A worker of masterpieces! I slave and I wear away at the time to bring forth beauty and delicacy and you want a bar! She glared at Cyprena, I'll show you a bar! There was soemthing quite threatening in the way she said it. What exactly Cyprena was going to get was probably not going to be what she had bargained for.
BOND! Exquisitely Enviable Chisel Ai to Cyprena!

Tozor and Kinzor stood beside each other, looking over the brokering of deals. The looked to each other and nodded, some unspoken conversation. A long partnership thus ended as other business dealings came afoot and other needs had to be met. It had been a good Anvil, in it's time. And they would go forth and make better Anvils with their knowledge and experience. Such was the Digger way. He'll run the pipes over the roofs 'cause he forgot 'em. Kinzor says to Tynis, the one clearly actually interested in making sure things were done right. The Pickaxe appreciated that kind of attitude. Kin, formerly of Anvil Zor. Get it done right. He introduced himself to the Tallthing.
BOND! Clear the Way Pickaxe Kin to Tynis!

At the end of the day, Throne's were meant to guide. It was in their nature. Guide their Anvil to the best plans, to the best deals, to the right materials. One of them here seemed just a bit more lost than the others, just a bit more confused about what was going on around him. Tozor approached Geoff where Aizor had abandoned him and offered a hand out to shake. To, formerly of Anvil Zor. He introduced himself, We're Armadiggers, we build things and create structures. Sometimes it's just a house or fixing a bit of a building, but we've done much grander things as well. Sometimes it's vaults deep in the earth or whole forts and sturdy walls of defence. Whatever kind you need we're good for helping you with it. He explained.
BOND! A Soft Touch Throne To to Geoff!

[And that's a wrap! I do hope you all like them, as I enjoyed writing them and having them interact with you all! God forth and Dig!]

[Haelys Celtaris]

Patience was not an overarching virtue for Haelys Celtaris, but she believed strongly that there was a time and place for it. As Nalzor took his time thinking and sketching, she remained silent. She could be patient for good things. She could be patient when she had said all she needed to say (with the understanding that sometimes she had a lot to say). Besides, this was a different matter than the usual. She acknowledged that she had no expertise in building castles. She did, however, feel like an expert in what a castle should look like, and she had plenty of ideas for her own.

The more the Chisel drew, the wider Haelys' eyes grew. She found herself squatting down, tucking her dress neatly behind her knees. "Yes." It was almost a whisper, encouraging the ideas to continue. Next to them, Iaris was nodding as if she had had the same ideas tucked away, but had yet to reveal them.

Blue-grey eyes met the shyer cream gaze. A spark of fascination ran through her, especially as the clawed hand was offered out. Haelys hesitated for a moment, though her expression did not change.

"Welcome to Anvil Ris." The woman gave Nalris a slight nod as she reached out to shake his hand.

This was the first time Haelys had ever shook a hand that did not look like her own.

[OOC: This is the best combo of castle builders I could ever ask for. So happy. ;-; Thank you!]

[Cyprena Sevenius]

Alenius turned to look at her former Anvil member before Ren even had any time to react to the dramatics. And the dramatics were certainly brought as the pretty Armadigger wailed. Ren had experienced these types before, and she let the Chisel speak her piece, not really feeling like she had the energy to stop her at all. The entirety of her day was starting to come down on her, and Chisel was coming down on her even harder. And the feeling was starting to seep in her once, again, the same feeling that she had with Alenius. It was intrusive in a way that she didn’t like in a way, but comforting at the same. Well, it was comforting with Alenius. This time, not quite as much.

“Hey, hey wait.” She snorted, ignoring the sunny disposition that was absolutely radiating off of Alenius beside her. “Do you even know what a bar is? A true pillar of any civilization.” Do I-are you questioning my artistic integrity?[/color] Her voice became more emphatic now, Do I, Ai, know what a bar is? Ai went off, prattling off her credentials, her vision, her skill, and Ren wasn’t sure she was catching all of it, much less understanding all of it.

Ainius, yes? Alenius said at Ren’s side, beaming as Ainius, she guessed that was right wasn’t it, as she continued to go on and on. Together, we make best bar! And best Anvil!

Ren was confident, then that Alenius definitely had no idea what a bar was. But hey, they’d figure it out. Hopefully.

Ooc: AHH Ainius is going to drive Ren insane, or maybe Ren will drive Ainius insane I love her. :3 Thank you for them both, they are perfect first shinies for Ren!

[Geoff]

Oh, he was definitely dreaming, after the first dreamadillo got all huffy and walked off, he felt a weird, swimming sensation in his head that he couldn't place. Definitely some dream shenanigans. Maybe he was struggling with consciousness. Maybe he was ina coma. THat would be weird. He didn't like the existential crisis that accompanied debating if he was currently in a coma.

The other armadillo was -- armadigger, okay -- was introducing himself and politely explaining what armadiggers did.

"So, your name is To."
Yes, To patiently assured him.
"And you... used to be called anvilzor?"
No. He shook his head simply. The Anvil is our group, our guild, our family... your kind have second names, don't they? It's like that for us.
"I guess," Geoff conceded.

Despite Geoff making no effort to take the offered handshake, To reached over and patted his wrist. Don't worry, I'll teach you. There's no rush.

(He'll need to explain the name thing to Geoff some more but he will eventually end up as Tozi and I love him esp for Geoff's first bond ;u;)

[Tynis]

 The Auger approached with eagerness and Tynis blinked blankly back. “Er, already?” He certainly appreciated the enthusiasm but he didn’t even know how any future settlements were going to plan out. Did someone else have information he wasn’t privy to? Actually, that was probably a safe assumption at most times. If the Armadigger knew then he wasn’t really going to question it. He bent over and took his new bonds clawed foot in his own. “It’s a deal.”

 The more tempered mind of another joined with his, clearly not as assured as Tynis in the Auger’s abilities. Den bristled in the back of Tynis’ mind. It’d get done right away though! Kin merely rolled his eyes and moved on. There would be time to pour over the plans later. No sense in having to redo something later just to rush it out ahead of schedule. He cleared his throat.

 So what’s your Avnil’s namesake?

 “Excuse me?” He was starting to become familiar to this whole concept of “bonding” or whatever it was. He had no idea he had to come up with some weird sort of family name for them though. He didn’t even have a family name. Erasing past ties was naturally a part of priesthood. It felt weird to be so focused on making new ones.

 The Auger nodded in turn. We would be needing a namesake for sure.

 A twinge a of guilt was washed away as he considered his options. “Well, I serve Duuara and I think it natural that we could honor that. Would Denara and Kinara be acceptable.

 The Armadiggers glanced at each other and nodded in their business like fashion.

Acceptable.

So when do we start?







((aaah, so sorry this took so long. I adored Denzor with the first bond and then Kinzor is such a wonderful compliment. I promise to keep them both very busy <3))