[open] how am i gonna be an optimist about this

[deadvotional]

Who: Hua Cheng, Percy de Rolo and Open
When: Auguril
Where: Around
What: Catch-all for both my idiots; quests, Lunasa, and etc.
Warnings: Possible discussion of an immensely shitty childhood

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[gunsmithed]

It should be, yes.

[ He really should have been paying more attention to monsters, it seems. Clearly Percy is in need of some studying, as if that will make up for everything he doesn't know. Later. As calm as Vex seems with the whole thing, he isn't going to leave her alone like this.

The forge itself is indeed cool at the moment, the scattering of paper across Percy's worktables indicating that he's been in the planning stages. Of a few things, by the looks of the various half-drawn designs. All of them are easily enough ignored for the moment. ]

Make yourself comfortable.

[moneytwin]

If it doesn't, I'm going to want to have a word with the Coven.

[ Trust Vex to give Percy more reasons to pay attention to things.

Trinket makes a beeline for his usual spot; the forge may not be ignited at the moment, but it's still warm, and he's clearly comfortable. A good sign that he's taking to the place. Vex, for her part, keeps her wings close and minds her tail, gingerly stepping inside. Mostly due to aforementioned balance - the limb coordination isn't too bad but she'd rather not knock things over if she can help it.

There's space enough for her to sit, so she does, somewhat catlike as she observes the paper work scattered about. Long neck cranes to look over his desk, and she tilts her head to get a better look at the drawings. ]

Was I interrupting plans for something? [her tail curls around, tucking feathered tip across her foreclaws] Improvements for the Forge, or..?

[gunsmithed]

Just jotting a few ideas down, before I lose them.

[ Nothing so organized, but what else is new for Percy's general sense of disarray. As much as he puts on a good show of being neat and put-together, Percy's various workspaces often tell a very different story. Generally in direct opposition to how much sleep he's had at any given moment, though he does look rested enough currently. ]

It's a bit odd, not having a direct goal. [ Which might explain the multitude of different directions his mind is trying to go in. ] Usually it's anything that will keep the lot of us from dying. But here?

[ Percy trails off shrugs slightly, leaning back against of the tables facing her. ]

[moneytwin]

That's a lot of ideas. I think there's even more than the last time you had these out.

[that is, when she arrived again for the second time. The fact he looks rested - or, at least, as rested as Percy ever does - is at least reassuring.

There's a very slight flinch at the mention of dying. A tick, causing feathers and tail to twitch, and her head tucks in towards her neck. She knows what he actually means, but even months (months, how time has flown!) later, it still gets a reaction from her.]

I suppose too much freedom for thought can be a trial all its own, can't it? [her tone turns brighter; not false, but mentally skirting less pleasant topics] Well, why not tell me what ones hold your interest right now?