Archived Roleplay:Wolf's and Brad's RP

Forges
Bal: Bal was working on something in the forges. He asked permission from the Hephaestus kids for him to use their forges for a bit so that he could work without disturbance. He looked at his round bomb with a smile.

Damask: Damask comes into the forge, holding a dagger. He heads over to one of the workstations, which happens to be next to the workstation Bal is working at.

Bal: He heard footsteps and turned to see who is coming. He saw a boy coming towards him. He didn't really care about him, but then he saw that he is about to trip a mine that the hephaestus kids were developing. He scream at him, "STOP!"

Damask: Damask freezes as one of the kids yells for him to stop. He looks slightly embarrassed and backs away. "Uh....Sorry. Wh-" He breaks off as he notices the mine lying on the floor. "Oh. Thanks for warning me."

Bal: "You should be careful here. The kids here aren't the type of people who would you call "neat"." "HEY!" someone from a distance said. He didn't care about it and continued with his work.

Damask: Damask walks up to his workstation, being extra careful this time, and looks around for tools. After finding the one he wanted, Damask sits down in a corner and starts carving designs into the dagger.

Bal: He looked at the work the boy is doing and asked. "What are you making?" He asked him.

Damask: He doesn't look up and continues to concentrate on carving a 4 leaf clover. "Just adding a few designs. I don't think it qualifies as making."

Bal: "Oh, so you want it to look good?" He asked him, while looking at his own work.

Damask: "I guess. The carvings might also allow me to imbue it with luck better." He shrugs slightly and starts carving a 20-sided die.

Bal: "Oh, that is interesting." He said, setting the bomb on the table. "There, done." He said to himself.

Damask: He continues carving, but casts a glance in Bal's direction. "Lemme guess, some sort of explosive?"

Bal: He nodded. "It is a bomb that explodes when it is touched by water." he told him, showing the bomb.

Damask: He stops carving and looks at it curiously. "Cool. Explosives are always fun." He grins and turns back to his work. After a little bit, he pauses. "What's your name?"

Bal: He nodded and said, "Yeah, I am Balthazar, but folks just call me Bal. You?" He asked back.

Damask: "I'm Damask. You have a cool name. Balthazar." He grins and sets the dagger down, stretches, and then looks at the stuff around him.

Bal: "Just call me Bal. My name is a bit long." He said, attaching something on the bomb.

Damask: He grins again. "If you say so." Leaning foward, he grabs a leather working tool and unclips his sheath from his belt. Dipping his fingers in the water bucket, he then wets the leather and starts creating a design on the sheath.

Bal: When Damask dipped his fingers in the waters, some of it got hit on the bomb. The timer turned on with a loud beeping sound.

Damask:  His eyes widen in suprise. "Oh gods....um....sorry?" He gets up, a bit panicked and slightly confused. "Uh....what's the blast radius?"

Bal: Rather than be afraid of the situation, Bal was really annoyed with how fast the bomb activated by just the tiniest drop of water. "200m radius, but don't worry. It is nothing to be worried about." He said, angrily disarming the bomb.

Damask: He relaxes a bit once it seems Bal has it under control. "Wow. I'm surprised that didn't go off from the water vapor in the air. Sorry about that." He cautiously moves the water bucket farther away from Bal.

Bal: When he disarmed the bomb, he said. "Yeah, it is programmed to think that the water vapor is just wind, so that is not a problem to me." He said, now fixing the bomb again.

Daman: "Huh. That's interesting. You must be pretty good at programming then." He goes to sit back down so he can work while they talk.

Bal: "I guess so." He said, fixing the wires of the bomb again. "Say, who is your parent anyways?"

Damask: "I'm from Tyche. You?"

Bal: "Hermes." He said, after adding a metal plate into the bomb.

Damask:  "Pretty cool." He continues to stamp the leather. After a long pause, he speaks up again. "Do you play Chess?"

Bal: "Sometimes, why?" He asked him as he finishes his bomb.

Damask: He shrugs. "Just curious. Chess is great for when you have too much time."

Bal: "So, you play chess too?" He asked him.

Damask: "Yeah, I play a lot of games. Chess is one of my favourites though." He finishes stamping the sheath and looks around again at the clutter.

Bal: "Oh, I see. You want to play then?" He asked him.

Damask: He raises an eyebrow. "Really? That would be awesome! When do you want to do it?" He grins, feeling a bit more energetic at the realization that someone else was actually willing to play.

Bal: "As soon as I am done with this one." He said, checking his bomb for flaws.

Damask: "Okay. I'm done, so I'll see if I can maybe remove some of the treacherous terrain." He starts organizing the mess into piles, and hanging the tools back up where they belong.

Bal: "And, I am done." He said, as he click the red button. The bomb turned into a watering can which he placed into his bag.

Damask: He looks at the watering can in suprise, shrugs, and scoops up his sheath and dagger. "I have a set in my stuff. Where should we meet?"

Bal: "I don't know. By the lake?" He said to him.

Damask: "Sure. I at least know where the lake is. I'll go grab it then." He walks out of the forge and jogs over to Tyche's Cabin and grabs a box from his stuff.

Bal: He nodded and when to the lake as soon as he was done.

Lake
Bal: He came towards the lake and sat on a nearby tree as he waited for Damask.

Damask: He comes jogging up, holding a wooden box in one hand, and stops by the lake edge, looking around for Bal.

Bal: He saw him and waved his arm to let him know he was there.

Damask: Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and turned to see Bal sitting in a tree. "Do you want to play Chess up there?" He raises an eyebrow jokingly.

Bal: "No, just being safe." He told him as he jumped down the tree.

Damask: "If you say so." He sits down in a relativly open area and opens the box, revealing a glass Chess set. "Which side do you want?"

Bal: "I will go with White." He said as he sat down at the opposite side of Damask.

Damask: He takes the board out of the box and sets it upon the grass. Setting up the fogged glass pieces on his side of the board, he passes the clear glass ones to Bal. "White goes first."

Bal: He nodded and moved D2 to D3. "Your turn."

Damask: He moves a pawn from H7 to H5, and stares at the board, waiting for Bal to make his move.

Bal: He then moved E2 to E4.

Damask: He moves one of his knights from G8 to F6.

Bal: He then moved his Queen from D1 to F3.

Damask: After thinking about it for a bit, he moves his other knight to C6.

Bal: He then move D3 to D4.

Damask: He moves his knight from C6 to D4, taking out the pawn there.

Bal: He then moved his Bishop from F1 to C4.

Damask: He quickly scans the board, and then moves his knight from D4 to F3, taking out Bal's queen.

Bal: He just nodded and ate his knight by moving G2 to F3.

Damask: He moves a pawn from C7 to C5 as his eyes flicker over Bal's face, noting his calm reaction.

Bal: He then moved his knight from B1 to A3.

Damask: After looking at the board for a little bit, he suddenly grins and moves his pawn from H5 to H4.