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scarletengineeringBus Stop
An outlandish men steps out of a bus and enters a place he's never been before but the swagger and confidence in his steps is palpable. Not a whole lot made sense in that letter he received but it certainly sounded enticing. Games. Prime Timelines. There's lots to research to be had and so many things to craft. And his main goal is to see how he can bring all that he learns here back home with him. Surely there must be a way.
Regardless some time away from the crisis in Eorzea would do him well. It's nice to focus on new projects on the occasion. And time here can only mean he gains a step up upon his return... assuming he can do all he set out here to do. And let's be honest... Of course he can.
The tall blond adjusts his thin dark shades and takes a glance at the land around him. Starting in a new place is difficult but it's not as if this is the first time he's had to strike out on his own with nothing more than his armor, weapons, and tools. At least here, presumably, chances of being executed by being found by the wrong people are minimal. (Also there's a farm? He'll figure that out later.)
Still... Those confident steps hault for just a moment and he carefully side steps towards a map of the town at the station.
So... where exactly does one go from here?
Blacksmith
He may not be a blacksmith but a forge is a forge and it has a familiar scent and sound. One that an engineer like himself would know by heart. And really... sometimes you need to do a little blacksmithing on the side. The market prices for ore and bars is quite frankly a robbery sometimes. And people are mad at his homeland? The real criminals are listed on a board right in front of them.
The point is Nero is here now because this feels like a most promising place to linger. Until he can cobble together a little workshop of his own this might be his best bet. It's at least the first promising thing he's come across. The general store didn't have anything that would help his craft but this place does. Hammers and tools. Nothing he needs right now for what sort of engineer would he be caught without his own things? But it's good to know replacements can be found here. And ore as well... it's been mined from someplace nearby or so he's told.
"Do you by chance have ceruleum?" The answer is a most puzzled no. Nero's not going to lie, he figured as much. "What of crystals then?" Oh, that's a pleased yes. Alright then. Now they're getting somewhere. Nero takes one that's been shown to him and rolls the small jagged piece between his fingertips. He's not certain if these will work or do anything worthwhile but... it's most certainly worth a try.
A (former) Imperial Garlean with crystals? Surely nothing worth noting, I assure any passersby. You there, just coming in? Pay no mind to the man with the very sleek shades.
Nero'sEstate Farm
Oh... the sight of this miserable little decrepit hovel is enough to pull memories that are better left to the wastelands. He came from a poor village that didn't look too much different from this sad abode. And farming? That's something he's expected to do? Oh, not on your life.
He tsks very unhappily and kicks some debris out of his way. On the brightside to this unpleasantness this is at least a roof over his head however which is more than he got when he fled the Empire. Much more. Regardless he's not about to spend his days getting his hands dirty... well, at least not in this way.
Before the former general can even get into his house he hears the sound of rustling foliage. Seven hells... This feels like a town with a local welcoming committee and he's very much not up for that. But... maybe it's some local children and perhap those children can be paid off with money to clean up this mess of a yard. So... what feels like going against his better judgement he waits to see what or who shows itself.
An outlandish men steps out of a bus and enters a place he's never been before but the swagger and confidence in his steps is palpable. Not a whole lot made sense in that letter he received but it certainly sounded enticing. Games. Prime Timelines. There's lots to research to be had and so many things to craft. And his main goal is to see how he can bring all that he learns here back home with him. Surely there must be a way.
Regardless some time away from the crisis in Eorzea would do him well. It's nice to focus on new projects on the occasion. And time here can only mean he gains a step up upon his return... assuming he can do all he set out here to do. And let's be honest... Of course he can.
The tall blond adjusts his thin dark shades and takes a glance at the land around him. Starting in a new place is difficult but it's not as if this is the first time he's had to strike out on his own with nothing more than his armor, weapons, and tools. At least here, presumably, chances of being executed by being found by the wrong people are minimal. (Also there's a farm? He'll figure that out later.)
Still... Those confident steps hault for just a moment and he carefully side steps towards a map of the town at the station.
So... where exactly does one go from here?
Blacksmith
He may not be a blacksmith but a forge is a forge and it has a familiar scent and sound. One that an engineer like himself would know by heart. And really... sometimes you need to do a little blacksmithing on the side. The market prices for ore and bars is quite frankly a robbery sometimes. And people are mad at his homeland? The real criminals are listed on a board right in front of them.
The point is Nero is here now because this feels like a most promising place to linger. Until he can cobble together a little workshop of his own this might be his best bet. It's at least the first promising thing he's come across. The general store didn't have anything that would help his craft but this place does. Hammers and tools. Nothing he needs right now for what sort of engineer would he be caught without his own things? But it's good to know replacements can be found here. And ore as well... it's been mined from someplace nearby or so he's told.
"Do you by chance have ceruleum?" The answer is a most puzzled no. Nero's not going to lie, he figured as much. "What of crystals then?" Oh, that's a pleased yes. Alright then. Now they're getting somewhere. Nero takes one that's been shown to him and rolls the small jagged piece between his fingertips. He's not certain if these will work or do anything worthwhile but... it's most certainly worth a try.
A (former) Imperial Garlean with crystals? Surely nothing worth noting, I assure any passersby. You there, just coming in? Pay no mind to the man with the very sleek shades.
Nero's
Oh... the sight of this miserable little decrepit hovel is enough to pull memories that are better left to the wastelands. He came from a poor village that didn't look too much different from this sad abode. And farming? That's something he's expected to do? Oh, not on your life.
He tsks very unhappily and kicks some debris out of his way. On the brightside to this unpleasantness this is at least a roof over his head however which is more than he got when he fled the Empire. Much more. Regardless he's not about to spend his days getting his hands dirty... well, at least not in this way.
Before the former general can even get into his house he hears the sound of rustling foliage. Seven hells... This feels like a town with a local welcoming committee and he's very much not up for that. But... maybe it's some local children and perhap those children can be paid off with money to clean up this mess of a yard. So... what feels like going against his better judgement he waits to see what or who shows itself.
