Log – Contrary’s Homecoming (3/5)

Contrary hadn’t been looking until Roan spoke, paused after moving well out of the way of the caravan, watching the various vehicles roll down a lane made especially for them to get to offloading areas. But she does turn when she’s greeted.. or assumes she is at first. She looks down where he kneels, eyes shifting slightly toward the myriad of weapons on his person. “Hey..” A neutral response as she unconsciously takes a small step back, eyes dipping a bit more to look at the Wingboard, which gets more of her attention than him.

Roan runs his armored fingers through several rough patches of metal that looked like they were repaired once already. He mutters slightly as he looks it over, debating wether or not to grind the excess metal off for a smoother finish. He looks up again to you for a moment “Octagon Apartments is to the south. If you have money you might be able to find a place to stay there before the management closes up.” He seems to simply assume she is new to the city, obviously accustomed to being asked where a place to stay is. He turns and moves to the other wing, looking it over as well.

“I have money.”, Contrary responds with an unexplained bit of defensiveness to her tone. Though she does look toward the south for a moment before her attention returns downward, first looking at the board, then up slightly to the armored man. “You a mage or something?”, she asks, the defensiveness replaced with a feigned casualness.

Roan looks up at the humanoid and tilts his head slightly. After awhile the question finally clicks in, “Oh right, I’m sorry.” The figure stands up and whipes off his gauntlets a bit before extending a hand. “Haven’t had someone ask me that in awhile.” He smirks slightly from behind the helmet. “My name is Roan Feral, I run Mystic Laboratories here in Kingsdale. I am what many refer to as a Techno-wizard.”

Contrary watches quietly as Roan stands and responds to his apology with a slight, unconcerned shrug of her shoulders. “Techno-Wizard.. right.”, she murmurs, seeming to slip partially back into distraction, forgetting for a moment your hand was offered. Even then, she just reaches out for a moment, a passing touch of fingers before she draws back. “You know a lot about them, then?”, she asks, shifting the strap of her bag to a more comfortable position.

Roan shrugs lightly “Knowledge is a funny thing. The more you learn, the more you realize how little you know.” He smirks behind the helmet and leans down over the craft. “I have yet, however, had any complaints from my customers. I employ several practioners of magic in my store for researching invocations and techno-wizard development. Soon, hopefully I will be expanding Mystic Laboratories extensively, but only time will tell.”

Contrary frowns faintly at the start of his answer, that slight expression remaining through the rest of his words. She seems, at the very least, mildly displeased. “I see. But I didn’t really ask about all that. I asked if you knew a lot about Techno-Wizards.”, she reiterates with a direct tone. “If you don’t, just say so and then you can go back to.. whatever you were doing faster.”

Roan looks up at you, tilting his head. “Seeming as how I am a Techno-wizard, I hire techno-wizards, and I make techno-wizard items… yes, I would have to say I know a good deal about techno-wizards…” He shakes his head lightly and shrugs, turning back to his work.

“Then you should have said so.”, Contrary responds levelly. “Just because you can make them doesn’t mean you know about other people that do..” A moment silence extends, the female looking down at you for the duration of formulating her next question. “Is there.. a hang out here for them or some place most usually go?” A hopeful fragment in her tone.

Roan tilts his head slightly “And you should learn to be a bit more polite when trying to learn of a city from its inhabitants.” He leaves it at that and turns to go into the reloader, bringing out the grinder again along with what looks to be a metal pail cut in two. He moves over to the wing and places the metal pail half over one of the areas to block the sparks and bright light from going out onto the street. He looks up to you for a moment before saying. “I’d move away or at least look away if I were you.” He waits to begin until the humanoid makes a decision either way.

Contrary only meets your rebuff with a mildly petulant frown, which gradually evens out to a more default neutral firmness. She stands there for the duration of you bringing out your new tool. Your warning seems to be the catalyst in her making a decision. Which includes an annoyed sound being released followed by her turning away to start off, only a moment of hesitance before she starts down Main to the south.

Roan watches the strange humanoid depart for a moment before turning on the grinder. He moves over the wingboard and looks down, gently beginning to grind off the layers of excess metal. The sparks fly off as the sound of metal grinding against metal can be heard. The flying sparks reflect and bounce off of Roan’s faceplate as he works the wing over, smoothing it out.

** A short while later down the street(Second scene that day) **

Kingsdale – Main Street

The activity on this street clearly lends to it’s name. There are two very wide lanes divided by a seven foot wide barrier. There are several trees breaking up the monotony of the median, while the flowers planted along the base of the trees provides a little more color to the area.

Along the sides of the street are some very well maintained sidewalks. The variety of people using the sidewalks is a testament to the diversity of the city. Just a little to the north it’s easy to see the large city gate house that block traffic into and out of the city. Small restaurants and markets line the streets beyond the sidewalks.

Contrary is pacing slowly along the side of Main street, looking around at the buildings she passes with the air of a tourist new to a city. Though amid the uncertain curiosity, there is a sense of annoyance. She has a bag slung over one shoulder with a firm strap, one arm curled up to hold on to the strap and make sure it doesn’t slip loose.

Around this same time, happens to be closing time for the FRA(Free Rage Arms – a Weapons store) and several customers are filtering out, though not many at this time of day. The last one out comes a few moments later, witha rough shove “I -said- were closed.” a somewhat menacing tone comes from the door followed by the rather well known Darkshadow. Eyes narrowed at the customer in question “Come back in the morning.” An annoyed flick of an ear as he turns to head back in, catching sight of Contrary. He stops a moment then to look at her in a manner that’s just short of an outright stare.

Contrary is still a few meters toward the north(gates side) whens he pauses. Though it seems unrelated to the store closing, then the staring of Darkshadow. She’s paused and is looking at the street around her with a confused expression and deeply furrowed brows. For a few moments before she wavers slightly on her feet, lifting a hand to her forehead as she regains her balance and shakes her head a little as if to clear it.