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Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Hardwall glanced Tam over when she came back into view. You look like you are Magaga tonight. He said simply, recognizing her most common elf persona. As she exited the shop, Hardwall followed behind her, pausing momentarily to again place his his hand over the spot on the wall where the Kundarak ward-rune was to 're-set' it, after which he closed the door and locked it behind him before continuing after Magaga-Tam, shadowing her as he always did, looking just like what he was a well-to-do citizen's personal warforged bodyguard. Tam led the way through the streets of Sharn, over a few bridges and through towers in the vertically-accomplished city, until they reached the new bar that had opened up like she said. One of the bouncers, a typically-burly half-orc, narrowed his eyes at Hardwall behind Tam as the two approached. Looking at elf-persona of Magaga in front of him, the Half-orc spoke up. ...Yer pet can come in, but e'll have to wait in the corner away fr'm everyone else. This be a proper establ'shm't, we don't like those who don't come here fer drinks, an' we don't want 'im botherin' others. At the thought of being kept a distance away from Tam, Hardwall's head bowed forward just slightly as his fingers slowly wiggled. To the half-orc the likely meant nothing, but with Tam having been around Hardwall for a year, she could recognize the small but telltale signs that the warforged was very displeased. However, the living construct only turned his head towards Magaga-Tam, deferring to her.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

The elf looking woman narrowed her almond shaped eyes and glared at the orc First off, he is not my 'pet' he is my bodyguard and companion. Secondly, if he is to be forced into the corner, then I guess I shall have to either find a seat near the corner, or move a table. I am sure a proper establishment such as this would be willing to accommodate such a request no? Lastly, are you quite aware that while the warforged do not need sustenance, they are quite capable of consuming it, and may even take joy from sharing such a social venture if their proclivities are such? So he may, in fact, be here for drinks, and a place that allows the 'forged may actually gain clientele by becoming known as accepting of others, even if it loses some of the more closed minded. But then that is hardly your fault, after all you are just the bouncer. 'Tam' quickly rattled off at the orc, the subject of discrimination a rather touchy one for her. Being a changeling she did not tend to judge people based on appearances alone, and seeing such closed minded behavior tended to raise her ire. Still, she did want to enter, and sighed a concession. Still, if that is your policy I must abide. Come, we shall not let this ruin a perfectly good night. She said to Hardwall, gesturing for him to follow into the establishment. Inside, it did appear to be a quite new establishment. The tables were well polished wood, with no scratches or the signs of wear on them. The counter was a long... Magaga guessed either oak or some other old hard wood, well polished and etched with fanciful decorations and swirling patterns. There were several tables around the room but Magaga gravitated toward a booth near the far corner. Here, if you have to be 'away from people' let's at least do so at a comfortable table. She said, leading Hardwall to it, and sitting down, waiting for someone to come see to her. After all. It would be beneath such a beautiful elf to sit at the bar anyway.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

About halfway through Magaga's tirade, the half-orc seemed to zone out. Hardwall merely watched on with his usual impassiveness. When Magaga finally said that she'd abide anyway, the half-orc seemed to snap out of it and stepped aside. Yeah, sure whatever... Hardwall followed behind Magaga, but turned his head towards the bouncer on his way in. Though Hardwall like most warforged was incapable of changing his expression, it was still effectively shooting a glare at the bouncer. The bouncer just glared back. Once inside, Hardwall followed Magaga to the corner booth she had chosen, and sat in a seat opposite to her. He had to be careful to fit his bulk in between the seat and table without gouging something, but he managed. Shortly afterwards, a peppy halfling barmaid came up to Magaga to take her order, though Hardwall remained silent and did not order anything for himself, naturally. After the barmaid got Magaga's order, she skipped off to the bar to get it. Hardwall, meanwhile, was casting his eyes all around the pub, scanning every patron and assessing possible and probable threats as easy as breathing. Well, if he could actually breathe, that is. Nearly every patron came up as low threat, except for some scarred veterans on the opposite side of the pub, though they were keeping to themselves and weren't very rowdy at all. However, another patron at the bar had taken note of Magaga and Hardwall, or at least Magaga a male elf dressed in a suit of moderate finery, marking him as a small businessman himself. He had had a few drinks already, and the lone mostly Magaga caught his eye. He sauntered over to the table and with a suave confidence spoke to the changeling posing as an elf. Why hello there milady, I couldn't help but notice you seem to be bereft of company on this fine night in this fine place. Might I sit with you, so that this tragedy may be rectified? He spoke with a typical Khorvairian elf accent. Hardwall, on the other hand, was staring straight at the elf. Tam could tell from the suble hitching of his shoulder-plates that he had tensed up his musculature and was prepared to act if it became necessary. Last edited May 19, 2019
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

MagagaTam cheerily ordered a bottle of fruity red wine, and sat back in her seat, taking in the 'sights' of the bar. She could not help but notice the huge mix of people and pondered aloud They seem to let anyone in except warforged. Heck there's a pair of shifters over there. I thought they would be considered more problematic than you. Heh, racism isn't just about race anymore. Saddening. She sighed. When her drink arrived she thanked the halfling and gave her a small tip, taking a short sip of her drink. As the other elf came up, Magaga sat up a little more, noting Hardwall's subtle changes, and cocking her head a little toward him, a signal to stay calm for the moment. Greetings. However I do have a little company if you see here. She said, gesturing to Hardwall. But I would not say no to more. You seem quite well dressed. What is it that you do? She asked him, trying to make some small talk. I'm sure it must be something quiet interesting. Tam replied, attempting to adopt a little of a Khorvarian accent, but the strange mix of accents that was her normal voice somewhat leaking through. It made her sound like an elf who had spent a lot of time traveling though, so she was not that worried.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

I wouldn't know. Hardwall replied to Tam's comment about 'race'. While he knew other warforged--particularly younger ones--were more invested and concerned about such issues than him, Hardwall was one of the many grizzled veterans who didn't really care as long as he had something to do. However, when the other male elf approached the table and Hardwall noticed the shifting on Tam's head towards him, he understood the signal and relaxed back in his seat. He hadn't let his guard down, though. There was something about this elf he didn't like. The elf, meanwhile, had taken Magaga-Tam's inquiry with gusto. Oh, I would say it's very interesting indeed! He said bombastically, gesturing with a hand that held a half-full glass of wine. I import textiles and other goods from the Valenar! Considered exotic goods around here, they fetch excellent prices! Plus, I'm one of the few who can negotiate with them at all, I share some ancestry with one of the clans! Oh, but communicating with them is still always interesting at the best of times--I surely don't have to tell you how seriously they take themselves! Good thing I'm handy with a blade myself, as I've had to defeat a few of the Valenar's younger warriors in single combat from time to time just to continue business! The elf then slid himself into a seat next to Magaga, probably a little less smoother than he had intended, as it was obvious he'd had at least several drinks from the overdone enthusiasm in his voice and the every so slight wobbling in his movements. It was also hard to tell how much of his bragging was truth and how much was hyperbole or fabrication, though defeating Valenar warriors, even young ones, wasn't particularly likely. The male elf then leaned in, right up against Magaga's side, and looked into her eyes. But enough about me, tell me about yourself, my fine flower! What is your name? What is it you do? What do you enjoy? For I'm sure it will be most enjoyable for us to get to know each other better...
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Tam wrinkled her sharp elven nose as the male elf leaned in close, his heavily wine scented breath blasting her face. It was tart and sour, and she knew immediately this man had quite too much to drink. Oh, fighting Valenar warriors? That sounds.... exciting. She said, trying to scoot away from the elf a bit more. I really don't do all that much. I am simply a secretary for some trading firm. I make enough to spend my evenings out but, I do not think that I'm quite interesting enough for you. Tam looked rather uncomfortable at the sudden closeness. She quite enjoyed flirting and the verbal back and forth that was common place between two people out drinking, but she never did quite finish the game. Something always seemed to cut her off before anything beyond simple flirting and witty banter exchanging happened, but it was readily apparent to her that this elf was too far in his cup to take the hints. I am afraid I might not be quite the.... 'flower' you are looking for. Besides, you seem to have had enough nectar for the evening. Tam replied, trying to convince the elf to give her a little space.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

The warforged on the other side of the table sat still and silent, focused on watching Magaga and the male elf. He could tell the other elf was making his Commander uncomfortable, with the way she kept trying to increase the distance between them. Hardwall didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. The elf, meanwhile, seemed oblivious to Magaga's hints, and carried on with his blustering, and kept leaning closer to her as she scooted away. Oh, come now, don't be like that! You are certainly interesting enough for me...and besides, of course you want to get to know me better...I can show you just how well I handle my 'sword' in person... The man then reached down with one of his hands to put it on Magaga's thigh, and moved to reach between her legs-- ffffp -CRACK! Aaaauuugh! M' nove! M' nove! Suddenly, the elf's glass was dropped on the table and he was clutching his face with both hands as a small trickle of blood leaked between his fingers. It took a moment to realize what had happened, since it had happened so fast. But after piecing it together, Magaga would realize that Hardwall had--in one single circular motion--leaned forward across the table, reached out with his arm, grabbed the elf behind his head, pulled back to slam the elf's face into the table, all before returning to the exact sitting position he had been at before. The warforged glanced straight at MagagaTam, and calmly said Threat neutralized. in his typical warforged deadpan. But the elf's cries of pain had attracted attention, and as he stumbled out of the booth and away from the table, a loud voice called out 'EY! What's goin' on over 'ere? The half-orc bouncer from before, along with a dwarf and several large humans, walked over to the table. The half-orc took one look at the elf trying to stand up, still clutching his face, and leveled a glare at Hardwall. Assaultin' another patron? Get out, now, both of ya. The half orc growled out as he pulled out an unusual spiked gauntlet from his belt and slid it onto his hand. An' jus' try somethin' funny. Ya won't be the firs' weapon we've had to disarm . The half-orc bit out at Hardwall, before touching his other hand to a small Eberron dragonshard inset into the back of the spiked gauntlet. Sparks of electricity arced between the spikes after he did so. To Tam's experienced eye though, the gauntlet actually wasn't very impressive, relatively crude work, probably that of a magewright rather than a true artificer. Still, there was little doubt it could cause problems for Hardwall if it was used against him. Hardwall, meanwhile, simply looked back at Magaga, waiting for her cue. He figured he could probably take the bouncers on, and in fact had already worked out a plan of action if he had to, but he had a hunch that his employer would rather he didn't take any further action without prompting.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

MagagaTam closed her eyes and tensed up as the intruding elf reached toward her thigh when the whistling of air and the sudden loud crack startled her. She almost jumped up in her seat before realising what had happened. She opened her eyes to see the elf bent over the table crying out. You shouldn't have done that..... thank you. She whispered softly to Hardwall before the bouncer arrived. This man was making undo advances on me... My companion was simply protecting me. She began, before looking around the room, and coming to the conclusion that.... there was no way she could talk herself out of this. There's no need for violence. We'll leave. She said, starting to stand. However, the mix of the slight amount of alcohol she had drank and the stress caused her to stumble slightly. As she did her natural shifting ability started to 'slip' from the stress, and her eyes faded to the white on white that was the hallmark of a changeling. Being the rather light weight she was, the confusion and worry of a potentially violent altercation occuring was causing her to become bleary minded and light headed. We are leaving. This place is not... our kind of establishment anyway. She said, starting to head toward the door, hoping the crowd would move to let her pass. Come on Hardwall, we should get out before they do something they'll regret in the morning. 'Let's see, that gauntlet is... probably some of Eric's work. And pretty shoddy at that. If we have to fight out of here.... that's still a priority... but those guys are big.... should I change? Try to look bigger? Oh god I don't want to get in a fight.' Tam's mind raced, trying to figure out what she would have to do if things got violent, but the slightly muddled thoughts made it hard to know what to do and her thoughts kept jumping here and there. If Hardwall was paying attention to the way she seemed to be shivering slightly, and the semi erratic movement of her eyes he would know, from past experience, that his employer was lost in thoughts and would probably not be able to help much if a fight broke out.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Tam followed Hardwall out, worried but working on calming down directly. His hand on her shoulder served to help anchor her to the moment instead of becoming lost in her muddled thoughts. On the streets she finally managed to clear her head slightly, shaking it several times and blinking slightly. No, you did... you did good. She assured him softly. I was not having that much fun really. Besides, that place doesn't seem like my kind of establishment. She said. For a while she simply walked in silence next to Hardwall, thinking for a moment. That was uncharacteristic of you, to react so harshly without a warning or any kind of indication you were going to hit him. Tam said almost absentmindedly as she shifted her features from the sultry looking elf to her more normal human appearance. By the time they reached the shop, she was Amy again. Ugh, why are other people so... stupid and just... words not coming to me, I may have had a bit too much. Amy said as she went to unlock the door. You know it'd be a lot easier if I didn't have to go out to.... Never mind. Warforged don't have biological urges, nor the anatomy to handle them even if they did. That'd be a sight. She says softly with a chuckle. I wonder.... what would.... well some kind of pump.... internal..... but how would pressure...... She stepped through the door, looking down slightly, the fingers of her left hand wiggling and moving about in the air, as if working with an invisible abacus. That'd be..... but then.... Amy, instead of heading up to bed drifted toward her workshop, still doing her faint mumbling and mental calculations. It seemed something had caught her interest. Hardwall would have occasionally seen her do this, where she became so consumed with a task she ignored most everything around her. Although normally this was when she was presented with an interesting device or a difficult problem. Still, as Amy changed to her normal Changeling appearance and sat down at her workbench, she seemed consumed in her work. She reached her slender arms for a roll of paper and spread it out in front of her, beginning to sketch.... something. Pressure calculations and some strange mishmash of devices soon appeared on the paper, as well as a rough sketch of... it was hard to tell just quite what she was drawing, as calculations, notes, and various small mechanical parts covered up the sketch.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Tam continued her strange frenzied work, moving at a frantic if uncoordinated pace. Occasionally a part would confound her as she fumbled about with her tired and slightly drunken fingers. Soon a slightly cylindrical shape began to take form. It was crude looking, made of several rings of interlocking metal, some rather mismatched as Tam had not bothered to quite make sure the pieces fit together perfectly. Inside a series of tubes and pistons linked to the rings. Damn it! Ow! She cursed, pulling her hand back from a link she had been working on, sucking on her finger gently and blinking slightly. Due to her tired, befuddled state she was making several mistakes but she continued to press on. No, that goes... but then... how much? She muttered softly, her eyes slowly closing more and more before finally, with a loud THUNK she fell forward onto the table, passing out on her seat, scattering a few of the smaller cogs, pipes, metallic rings and some strange tubing she had laid out. After several minutes a soft, delicate snoring issued from the hunched over Tam, her arms resting on the table around her head, twitching occasionally reacting to something in her dreams, or just an unconscious muscle twitch one could not tell. As she snored softly she started slowly sliding off the side of her chair, barely supported by her position on her workbench, although her precarious perch would not last long.
Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Some time into his game, Hardwall heard a quiet thunk from elsewhere in the building, almost quiet enough that he missed it. However, he did hear it, which meant investigating it. Quickly, he scribbled a note onto the parchment saying he needed to walk away for a moment and would return soon, then he got out of the chair he was sitting in and walked out of the shop area of the building into the rear living areas. As he walked closer to where he heard the thunk come from, he also heard a windy buzzing sound, one he knew all to well. Tam was asleep, and snoring. The warforged quickly, but quietly made for Tam's workshop, turning the corner into the doorway in enough time to see her begin to slip sideways off her desk. With a brief burst of speed and yet with a lightness in his step that was quiet enough to not wake up Tam, Hardwall crossed the remaining distance in little more than a second. In just enough time, he reached the side of her workbench, crouched, and shoot his arms out to catch Tam as she began to fall, lowering his arms as she fell into them to gradually and softly stop her from hitting the floor, all to keep her from waking up. Once the warforged was sure his employer was still sound asleep, Hardwall then gingerly scooped up Tam in his arms in a way most people wouldn't think warforged to be capable of. He freed up one of his hands just enough to try and pick up some of the unassembled pieces of...whatever Tam was working on...that had gotten scattered around from her unplanned slumbering. Hardwall caught a glimpse of some of the pieces of parchment with arcane formulae on them that Tam had scribbled down, and Hardwall recognized a few of them as enchantments designed to integrate with a warforged. So, she was making a new warforged component of some kind. Hardwall did not, however, recognize the vaugely cylindrical device that was taking shape in the center of the scattered parts. Figuring that Tam would tell him about it when she finished it, if she wanted to, Hardwall put it from his mind and carried Tam out of the workshop and up the stairs to her bedroom as slowly and quietly as he could manage. Once there, he laid out Tam on her bed, and pulled the covers over her, knowing that fleshlings needed to be insulated while in their resting state. With his task complete, Hardwall exited the room and returned to the shop, where he continued to play the boardgame with the other warforged throughout the night. In the morning when Tam awoke, she would find herself not at her desk, where she last remembered being, but neatly tucked into her own bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened, this wasn't the first time Hardwall had taken care of Tam when she overworked herself. She could also then smell the scent of food wafting up from downstairs. Hardwall must have started cooking her breakfast already.