folklorist | ϡ - Chapter ThirtySix; The switch up [action|voice]

[ You can find Helios this week at his usual haunts. The library, tea shop, bakery and oddly enough at Cloud Nine. He might actually even have a drink or too.

He'll also be carrying around a very strange device with him as well. For all of you unawares of the latest 21st century technologies this is what we call a laptop. Helios loves his dearly and if he knows you well enough he might even let you touch her. But he's a bit clingly when it comes to his dear laptop so don't expect any free games of Spider Solitaire or what have you. HE HAS WORK TO DO. Okay, not really, but no one needs to know that. With tons of ~~illegally~~ downloaded material on his laptop it's hard to say that he's actually gotten bored. But two years and only having the same things to watch over and over again...well safe to say he is bored.

On one of the days he'll be found in the shops cataloging and taking inventory checking to see if anything new has cropped up or in general to see if the influx of items has changed at all. He has to keep busy somehow okay?

On Friday morning Helios will send out message to the entire village. The voice should be noticeable and clear enough. There aren't too many people with slight Romanian accents after all. And yet there's something fundamentally different about it too. No stuttering or uncertain questions. Just an underlying cordial and confident tone of voice. ] So, this is quite the strange week we're having, isn't it? People claiming others to be acting odd and all. Not really unexpected of Luceti though, I suppose calling it a shift would be proper now, given the information collected. [ Looking through the journals again...Helios has noticed some very big differences. ] Then there's the battledome. I don't know the details on that but if anyone would be so kind as to oblige me with them I'd be sincerely grateful for that. Oh, and if anyone would like a simulation created for them I'd be more than grateful to help you out with that. It's a bit finicky and I'm not sure if the controls were damaged in the process either. But there's only one way to really find out. I hope not though it really is an exquisite piece of technology...

[ He'll pause the tapping of a pen against against a desk the only sound. ] But onto something a little less business and a bit more...casual. [ All work and no play makes Helios a dull boy. ]

I've been thinking of having a game night. You know the usual. Poker, Black Jack, Solitaire, whatever ones you have in your world. Everything is welcome mind that you have the necessary materials to play it. And for the hell of it I think I'll hold a little session of Dungeons and Dragons too. [ A laugh on his end. ] But, yes, it'll be at House forty-four just behind the town square. And lets...make it for around eightish on Saturday. I think that should be suitable for everyone. You don't have to bring refreshments, we can provide, just bring yourselves your friends if you want and the insatiable appetite to vanquish demons, slay dragons- [ Oh right. Not getting into it, nope. He'll clear his throat. ] -and have fun, we'll hopefully being seeing you all on Saturday.

((ooc; Due to my own fail with this event the action in this post is for whatever day you want. Basically the same thing as an Any Day thread in the mass log. You can put what day and where if you want to but it's not needed. The voice part only takes place on Friday though! And Helios' AU info can be found here.))

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Well. I think it all depends on a person's opinion. Some people might find my work...not very wholesome. But I'll confess that I'm not without my own vices.

[ Anger, rage, hatred for the people who killed Elise. It was a main factor in his getting involved in such things like becoming an informant. But there was also protecting people he cared about like Ginia and Alice and even to a small extent Nero. Despite them being somewhat estranged after what happened. He really wouldn't want to see his brother die. ]

[The Forgemaster crosses his long legs, darkly intrigued.]

Oh~? ...Like what?

[Hardly a question posed out of innocent curiosity, moreso while his eyes are fixed on Helios' face, probing. His hand slides down his neck, toying now with the empty shot glass.]

[ At this Helios might clam up just a bit. Talking about the job wasn't his most favorite topic of choice. But he did walk into that one. ] I find out information on people. You could say I probe and burrow into their lives where people should have no right doing so.

[ A shrug as he finishes off his glass and taps the bar counter for another. ] But I think people who kill others and frame innocent people, smuggle weaponry and the like don't deserve having the luxury of privacy. Or maybe they do but all I know is that it's my job to find them.

[ Find them so that his team mates, Ginia and Alice, could kill them and wipe them off the planet. Assisted murder some would call it. He just thinks it's another job. After what happened to Elise? Yeah. She was just another job to someone else too. ]

Is that all?

[Partially teasing, of course. He follows suit, drumming his fingers twice and seeing to it that his glass is promptly refilled.]

I imagine you much enjoy being privy to more personal and... sordid... details.

[Smirking, he lifts the rim to his lips and helps himself to another scorching gulp of plum brandy.]

[ Helios knows where this is going he makes a face almost contemplative but it's more or less amused. ]

I can't say I mind. Some of the crap you get on these people is absolutely horrid though. Especially politicians. [ Mainly the politicians. ]

Whatever we can get to make the job go smoother that's what we take.

Of course.

[The Forgemaster considers how Helios might have reacted were he to have probed into his past and become familiar with his infamous deeds while under Dracula's command. Perhaps he would have preferred other company.]

How is it that you acquire such information? [His eyelids lower, a low, breathy giggle rumbling in his throat.] ...Been a little perverse, have you, watching others with avid interest?

[The way he asks, it's as if he caught Helios watching a woman undress from a crack in the wall.]

[ Perhaps. Probably, yeah, maybe sorta kinda. Helios laughs a little. ]

Credit cards, bank statements, easily hackable files.

[ Helios notes that, yeah, it gets scoff and a look of incredulity on his part. ] Watch people? No. Well. I mean, sometimes yes, but-but not in the way you're suggesting!

[What's a cred- - oh, nevermind.]

If you say so.

[He raises his shot-glass slightly as if to clink glasses, but he does not keep his extended long enough to make it possible.] Noroc.

[ Helios moves to raise his glass to join the other in that motion but he pauses. He'll look at Isaac curiously not taking a sip for a long while. Noroc...Romanian for cheers. Wasn't expecting anyone else here to really know it and he's not sure why. This place, after all, was a universal hub of sorts. ]

You know Romanian?

[He huffs a short laugh, rolling his eyes before offering a droll reply. What a question.]

What ever gave you such an idea?

[After polishing off his drink, he leans back deeply with an air of cat-like satisfaction at Helios' look of mild surprise or interest.]

Is it so very uncommon in this place?

Sorry I forget. Different worlds, different languages that can have similar words. [ Maybe it wasn't Romanian at all, who knows. But that word was definitely Romanian in his world.

For the multitude of people here and the vast amounts of Earth's that apparently existed having someone from Romania with him has been...minimal and unsubstantial at best. Helios shakes his head. ]

To be honest I think I'm the only person in this enclosure who is, funnily enough. I haven't heard or seen anyone who has used or known Romanian in my time here. [ He smirks and shrugs. ] I guess that makes me one of a kind or what have you.

[Cruelly, he waits until Helios is finished before stating:]

You think yourself so very special, do you? [An amused, scoffing noise escapes him.] ...Ce sa-ti spun.

(ooc: To keep with the Nitpicker's guide, just stating here that this little expression will very likely be the 'longest' phrase in his native language he'll ever spout. It seemed fitting. XD)

Oh no. I'm probably one of the least special people in this place. I mean...how special can an ordinary human being possibly be in an enclosure filled with people who can preform magic and all sorts of other things?

[ Not very. ] Although I guess if you're looking at it that way, my distinct lack of such things does make me a bit sequestered in those regards.

Rambling as always, are we? [See? He is beginning to remember a little more of their first encounter. Nothing particularly flattering, unfortunately.

He has never much cared for politesse apart from when in Dracula's company - and also considering he may not be entirely sober at present, he deems it appropriate to extend his arm across the table while Helios is responding and grasp ahold of his glass.]

...May I?

[And ~~with mun permission~~ without a moment longer of hesitation, he lifts it and presses it to the man's lips, urging him to shut up and drink. Manners at their finest.]

May you wha- [ Oh. Well then. Helios wasn't entirely expecting that. Was he really rambling? He's a bit too taken aback and shocked to really pull away, he also might be a bit tipsy at this point, but well...

After he's about finished that offered glass. Is it forcibly offered? He doesn't even know. He'll pull back, coughing a little with an annoyed frown. ] If you wanted me to stop talking you could have asked.

[ Instead of you know doing that. ]

[The slightest of chuckles bubbles out of him at that cough.]

I could have.

[The Forgemaster agrees with a pleasant tone, smirking unapologetically in the face of Helios' irritation. Oh, but he has a reputation for irreverence he has to uphold, you know.]

[ Just coughing a little more. As he glares a little more. ]

Yes you, you could have. [ A sigh. ]

[The Forgemaster's shameless smile broadens mid-sentence.]

'twould not have been as... entertaining.

[~~Loki'd!~~ Isaac'd!]

ϡ - Chapter ThirtySix; The switch up [action|voice]

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