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A spark of hope, returning?
Feb. 12th, 2016 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
2hell_werideWho: MarKus Haley; and open, but aimed mostly at those who all got the same job quest
What: MarKus prepares himself and the smithy for his 'vacation' in order to get himself a job that finally gets him the thing he's been aiming for since day one; a giant robot.
Where: Various; centralized around airship port and Haley's Anvil
Warnings: Language
MarKus had spent... a good week or so in regret of the bizarre things he'd been put on autopilot to do. He didn't feel that's really how he would've done things; not at all. But yet, they were done, and to him, everything after it had ended in the worst. Most didn't seem to understand that 'the future isn't set, and now he was finally falling away from his optimism too. Maybe he was getting old.
Or maybe it was just being so far disconnected from everything that had made him happy and optimistic before.
But then the news came. Word of giant robots. The thing he loved. The thing he built his live on for a good third of his life. The thing that brought him family, friends, glory, and a sense of worth; on the largest stage possible. With this, with a mech under her butt, in the pilot seat, he could finally feel like he was the 'goddamn hero' he'd always been before!
Fortunately his too-eager request to get the jobs he'd need were shared by others, and he'd been selected, with a group, to go do something that would reward him proper. he had to pack and prepare for the trip, of cours,e but he had orders to fill as well. It wasn't the same anymore; his passion for the construction of things had been cracked. He still had the skill, but his heart wasn't wholly in his work anymore. It was just... work, now. And he had work to do at he smithy before he could set out, or meet up with those whom also had the task.
Hopefully he didn't botch this one and take too long freeing up time that he would miss the party at all.
What: MarKus prepares himself and the smithy for his 'vacation' in order to get himself a job that finally gets him the thing he's been aiming for since day one; a giant robot.
Where: Various; centralized around airship port and Haley's Anvil
Warnings: Language
MarKus had spent... a good week or so in regret of the bizarre things he'd been put on autopilot to do. He didn't feel that's really how he would've done things; not at all. But yet, they were done, and to him, everything after it had ended in the worst. Most didn't seem to understand that 'the future isn't set, and now he was finally falling away from his optimism too. Maybe he was getting old.
Or maybe it was just being so far disconnected from everything that had made him happy and optimistic before.
But then the news came. Word of giant robots. The thing he loved. The thing he built his live on for a good third of his life. The thing that brought him family, friends, glory, and a sense of worth; on the largest stage possible. With this, with a mech under her butt, in the pilot seat, he could finally feel like he was the 'goddamn hero' he'd always been before!
Fortunately his too-eager request to get the jobs he'd need were shared by others, and he'd been selected, with a group, to go do something that would reward him proper. he had to pack and prepare for the trip, of cours,e but he had orders to fill as well. It wasn't the same anymore; his passion for the construction of things had been cracked. He still had the skill, but his heart wasn't wholly in his work anymore. It was just... work, now. And he had work to do at he smithy before he could set out, or meet up with those whom also had the task.
Hopefully he didn't botch this one and take too long freeing up time that he would miss the party at all.
