"Hello?," Chimaera would call out within the forge onto to see a burly man standing near a flame wiping his brow. "How may I help you?" He would holler back to her and she would find herself lost trying to figure out how to exactly ask for help. It was a sign of weakness within her mind and she didn't particularly enjoy such a thing as well as something else clawing at the back of her mind. She didn't know what it was but she could definitely feel something trying to grip her soul. "Are you looking for a helper? I'm hoping to learn a few trades for armor and weapons." She said honestly to the man and he sighed drinking from a presumable jug of water. "I'll teach you what I can." He said softly directing her over to the back of the forge with him.
Upon climbing aboard the large ship she would find a small sack tied to the band of her trousers. Peaking inside were several precious metals that she would sell for ryo. Was this Lord Dagon's way of warning her and paying her for her loyalty towards him? As she questioned everything she moved to find Clem within the ship.
[Trauma Narrative]
"You're going to be assisting me with projects. Making the parts that I need and slowly learning your way around the forge. Pay attention and these projects will be acredited to you for helping do you understand?" He asked her as she would nod to him while being handed a pair of thick gloves. She would be handed a pair of tongs to hold whatever he would need as well as a hammer. "Get ready." He instructed her while hovering over the flames with a large piece of metal. Quickly dragging it out of the flames he slammed it down on the anvil. "Hammer this down until its almost as thin as paper." He would instruct and the young shark woman would do as instructed. Hammering down on the material without faltering. Still an odd sensation gripping her soul at this time that she couldn't shake off as she completed the task.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 1]
As the piece of metal was inspected by the master he would chuckle a bit. "Try it again." He would instruct her while throwing that piece of metal within the reject pile to probably be reused down the road. Waiting for the metal to be handed to her again she would try and discover the sensation that was bothering her. Trying to find purpose from it should there be any there to help her out. But still the feeling was perplexing as the piece of metal was thrown on the anvil again. Earning heavy handed strikes from her. Producing the raw music of the metal through the forge. This went on for a bit as she would continue hammering the object until cooled down. Earning a glance from her current Master as he would take the metal and toss it in the defect bin.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 2]
She would scratch her head in frustration but continue on without giving this man any lip for what he was doing. He was making sure she was doing the right thing in his profession and he was doing it from the kindness of his heart. Asking for nothing in return which was something else that she wasn't used to. Kindness for no given reason other than being a decent human being. Even with her family... As she thought of them she choked back the thoughts before breaking down in front of this complete stranger. He would introduce yet another billet to her for her to hammer down and she would answer in kind. They would go through the same motions as before to include him taking the piece of metal and tossing it in the bin.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 3]
Without even getting a moment of rest to herself she would be introduced to a thicker piece of metal on the anvil. Without hesitating she would hammer into the metal with all her might. Forming it and trying to get it as flat as paper to make her Master happy. With each boom from the hammer her ears would hum while she would grunt with each strike. Her strikes becoming heavier and heavier each time. Giving her the effort she needed making it even quicker than before. This time he would look over it for some time before tossing it to the side. She wouldn't argue with him or give him any lip in the slightest.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 4]
With another piece of metal being placed on the anvil she would slam into it mercilessly. The emotion stirring within her a bit more as she did so. The metal moving to where she needed it. Earning a chuckle from her Master as she did what she was told. Sure enough it didn't take too long before it got it where it needed to be. Her Master would stop her from doing anything else and stare at it in front of her. Taking the metal and placing it back within the flames. "Good job." He would tell her while handing her the jug of water.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Taking a sip from the jug she would find it to be something other than water that would cause her throat to burn. Swallowing the liquid she would almost choke on it while coughing earning a chuckle from the man. "There ya go, let your emotions take over." He said to her almost like he knew there was something more to her at this point. She didn't pay any mind to it as another piece of metal was placed before her on the anvil. With no instructions she resumed what she was told earlier and began to pound down on the metal. Creating a the flatness of paper with a few delams in the metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 6]
With her Master looking over the metal he would smile at the progress she had been making. Nodding to her as he too took a sip from the jug while placing another piece of metal upon the flames. The same odd feeling came back to her and she didn't know what to do with it. Well... other than what her Master had said. To get it out within her work and she guess she was going to do just that. With another piece of metal placed upon the anvil she would begin hammering the s**t out of it. Getting it to another paper thin stand point while her Master placed another piece of metal on the fire.
[Workier - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 7]
From this point as she would begin hammering she would think about everything in her life. The moments that she would look forward to that were taken from her without a second though. Ones that made her enjoy everything about her quiet life... taken from her by that freak! With that thought she would begin to slam a bit harder on the metal flattening it out quicker. Her Master stood there quietly watching and waiting on her.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 8]
With that in mind he would take the metal and slide in another piece effortlessly not saying a word. Understanding that she was going through something that she was needing to work on. He didn't know what it was but she needed to do this. Once more the odd sensation returned to her and for a split second she could of sworn she heard another voice. Pausing hammering she would look around before back to the Master. Once more he wouldn't say anything to her as he wanted to work out whatever was going on. So she continued on hammering out the metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Without giving it another thought the Master would place the metal on the anvil for her. She would continue her efforts in order to become better and better. Only as she did so the sensation continued to linger within her and she felt a pull. As if she were about to cry for some odd reason that she couldn't even comprehend. What the hell was there to cry about? She began to mercilessly hammer into the metal at this point. Causing a chip to form in the metal and she took a step back. "Its okay. It'll still be used." The Master said while heating up even more metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 10]
With more metal being used she would see a few pieces placed upon the anvil stacked on top of each other. "Hammer them down into each other." She was instructed and she followed the directions to the letter. Slamming the hammer down in the middle of the metal she would force them to stick to one another. Then she would slowly work her way out. Continuing the efforts of her hammering she would work from the inside to the outside. She would continue her efforts until the Master told her to stop.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 11]
Eventually she would wonder what they were really working on but she wouldn't really say anything about it. She wasn't going to stop the Master from what he was doing to annoy him with dumb questions. It wasn't her way as she looked at it from his perspective on teaching her. But then again he was getting free help as they waited for the metals to heat up once more. A small piece hit the anvil. "Curve that gently." He would instruct her and she would begin to gently hammer it around the horn of the anvil. Curving it until that would be taken from her too.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 12]
The man would take a break and show her how the heat the metals. What to look for and what to do if she felt certain things. She gripped the tongs with her newly formed rough hands and held the metal over the flames. Watching it grow red hot and seeing visibly what's happening with it. It was something that she was truly starting to enjoy at this time while watching everything unfold. Once it got to a certain point her Master would direct her attention and point down to the anvil. She quickly moved the hot metal onto the anvil and watched her Master go to work on the material.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 13]
Yet another moment went by as he went to the defective pile and picked up a few pieces of the metals. "Here." He woudl hand her the metals needed and she placed a heavy clamp upon the metals and threw them into the flames. Her eyes taking into account what she was doing as sorrow gripped her soul again. She didn't know where it was coming from but it was getting annoying. She didn't want to deal with it at this moment as she tossed it back inside. Then looking to the metal with a blank stare she would quickly grab it out of the flames.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 14]
"Okay here we go." The Master would say as he threw all the metal onto the flames. "Get everything ready." He said while arranging the metals and she would watch them with intent as she finally saw what he was doing. Moving to the anvil with the hammer as he would throw pieces on top of each other. She would hammer one piece into another and she would see it begin to take shape. A bit of joy mixed with sorrow mixed in her soul as they were finishing up on the front of an armor plate.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 15]
Then with the last bit her Master would end up placing all the metal slabs on a rack of sorts. He would begin showing her leather work and how to make the various buckles and straps. Showing amazing detail and showing her how to do everything else as well. For once she was actually proud of herself until she heard the Master. "Good job kid." With that she would feel sorrow well up within her and her placed a hand on her back. "It'll get better one day. I promise." He said to her not knowing what was going on. But none the less wanting to help her however he could.
[worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 16]
Craft Tree 2
With that last though in mind he would gently push her off saying it was time to get her emotions in check. After all they had a lot of learning for her to do at this point ant time. Was there truly any wonder why this was going to be a rather fortunate day for her? What Chimaera herself didn't know was that this man was one of the few grandmasters of everything. "Place this billet in the flames." He instructed the small woman and she did just that. Grabbing the tongs and placing it within the flames to heat up the material.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 1]
When the metal would get to a certain point she would attempt to take it out only for the Master to place it back in. He shook his head and she looked back to it understanding that they were doing something else at this time. She was learning how to forge something else and to be honest she didn't know what it was. Time would tell as she sat there with the tongs on the billet waiting for the Master to tell her when to pull it out. She was being ever such a decent little worker as the moment he instructed her she pulled it out and placed it upon the anvil.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 2]
The moment she placed the billet upon the anvil she was about to hammer into it but he prevented her from doing so. Another learning moment for her as he went at the billet with a hammer and chisel. Popping open one side and then peeling off all the other parts of it off like a banana. Chimaera herself was rather intrigued by this and was genuinely impressed because she had no clue such methods existed. "It's called a damascus canister." The Master explained as he pointed to the material that was left for Chimaera to hammer the hell out of.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 3]
She would nod to him and begin hammering the material out to his specifications. Understanding what was needed at this moment. This was until she began to feel something again and began to get distracted from her work. She still didn't know what this sensation was but it frightened the hell out of her. "Hey, c'mon now." The Master would get onto her a bit and she would resume hammering the material out into a thick profile. "Good." The Master would comment for her as he would point to a chair telling her to sit for a bit.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 4]
While sitting down she would watch her Master work. Noticing everything he did and taking in every detail so that way she would be able to replicate all of his movements and actions. She hadn't a clue why she was in such awe over these things but they did provide a level of comfort for her... even if they were fleeting. It wouldn't be long before he would heat up the flames and place the blade in a thin dark liquid. "It's oil." He would answer as he would pull the blade out earning a flame upon it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 5]
She learned rather quickly that the point of something like that was to harden the blade for the rest of what they were going to do. Such a fascinating function and she wondered how long it took for people to realize that things like this worked. As she pondered on such things her Master motioned for her to come over and she did so without hesitation. She took the material from him and held it within her thick gloves and began to take it to the grinding stone.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 6]
As she did so she began to think of everything gonig on around her. How her entire family was slaughtered by a freak... no... her entire clan. She was the last one of her entire clan which meant... they were going to be snufffed otu from history. In reality there was no way that she could take something like that out when her own father couldn't... right? With that last thought in mind the odd feeling came for her even more.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 7]
Once more this feeling consumed her and she hadn't a clue what it was. All she did know as she went through the motions with the blade was that it provided a level of uneasiness for her. Making her paranoid and legitamately scared for what was around her. She knew the Master that she met earlier today woudn't do anything to her. But still she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than what was being let on.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 8]
Her heart rate spiking as she continued to work the blade under the heat of the forge. Something was definitely off but it wasn't about this situation it was more within her, herself. As odd of a feeling as that may be it was the truth of the matter. Yet she continued on with the blade looking at it shine on the blade itself and the sides from all the hard work they put into it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 9]
"Great job." The Master would encourage her as he began to show her how to handle making the handle. Taking measurements and using the proper materials to absorb shock as well as not being to hard let it be brittle. One material that he swore by was a difficult one to get your hands on. It was called Micarta and apparently it was fantastac for using on handles and such.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 10]
So he began to show her the ways of measuring and the different methods of retaining a handle on a blade. She was curious ealier why the tang was so beefy but this did make sense now. After all they were going to have to drive two pins through the material in order to hold it in place. Getting a small chisel and hammer she began to drive the material through the wooden hand. The handle wasn't shaped yet but that didn't matter at this moment.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 11]
With that in mind she began to put everything in place until everything was firmly secured. She was rather happy at this moment with her progress and she waiting to be shown the rest. She went over to a table after being directed and it looked similar to the grinding stone only with a very thin material on it. After being shown how to use it the thin material on the rollers began to easily dispatch the excess material from the handle. Smoothing it down into an actual handle.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 12]
Taking it from the thin material she would hold the knife up and notice it woudln't look complete yet. She didn't know why as she looked over it but the Master was smiling. Noticing how she instantly knew that more work needed to be done with the blade before anything else. "You're learning rather well." He spoke to her while pointing to the table for her to place the blade down. "Now is the time we decorate it."
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 13]
She looked at the blade and didn't know why the needed to decorate such a thing. Shouldn't such a blade be able to stand on its on if it functions well? Wouldn't they flcok to purchase such a thing if it could perform well above their expectations? She didn't know what the reason was entirely at first but none the less she placed the blade on the table and began to think of what to do with it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 14]
Such a curious thing as the sensation was returning to her at full force and it was at this time she no longer felt safe. She didn't know why but it was also getting a bit more difficult to breathe for her. As if she were swimming in the deep waters once more. She shoved the feeling aside and smiled to the Master as she asked why they need to do such a thing. In that moment he moved to the table right next to her and began crafting an elegant design into it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 15]
"The reasoning for it is to catch someone's eye. If they like the elegant design they are more likely to buy it and use it. Then comes in account of how it functions." He explained to her as he was etching a design into the blade on top of the damascus. Making it look truly gorgeous as she polished the s**t out of the handle in the mean time. Showing her worht at this moment as they forged a truly beautiful blade. "Good work." He spoke to her while patting her on the back.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 16]
With the next portion of their job the Master began to explain a few things. "So this next type of crafting is a difficult one to Master, but should you be able to do so you'll be in great hands." He said as he was looking at a particular order upon the paper before him. He placed it upon the table and showed her. "What is it?" She would ask looking at the odd design.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 1]
"You're not from the main shinobi nations are you?" He would ask her and she would shake her head and he would chuckle a bit. "You're from a small country side or something arent' you? Well that's okay, this is a net launcher." He would inform her as she would continue to look at it curiously. "It's meant to be placed upon puppets or if the shinobi is daring enough sometimes they mount it to their own flesh." He said admittedly.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative -2]
Such a thing seemed odd to her but she wasn't going to turn down such training. Who knows Clem would probably appreciate such things and pay her even more money for her efforts. She sighed softly thinking about what all she was going to have to do to get where she wanted but it was going to be worth it. "You're going to forge this metal like you're forging armor." He instructed her immediately sending her into work mode.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 3]
She didn't hesitate to create a few billets of metal. Heating up the materials and creating a damascus billet to make everything truly pretty. To make it pop. While all that was in th e works she looked over to her Master to see him writing a bunch of things down. She didn't know why and she also wasn't going to ask him why. Instead she was going to do as she was told and continue on.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 4]
The sensation over took her once more as she felt uneasy and began to look around again. The sound of everything began to sart to sound... dull. As if a thick liquid was surrounding her and the sound was within it. Instead of trying to figure it out more the Master didn't look pleased anymore and pointed directly to the billets on the flames. She nodded and got back to it. Yet the way of how everything sounded continued to occur.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Placing the billets upon the anvil she would begin cracking them open, one at a time. Then begin stacking the materials on top of one another. Hammering them into one another until finally they were one smooth piece of damascus metal. She would then begin heat treatment and slowly bending everything into shape. Creating the specifications that were upon the order form that they had received.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 6]
After a bit longer of forging everything and bending the metal in place she began to put several pieces of the mechanism on the table. Her Master looked over everything with a smile on his face as she indeed made some of it 'flashy' for the consumer. So that they would buy it from the store and think about coming back for more. With the small through in mind she began to etch some smaller designs into the damascus to make it pop.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 7]
"Okay so what we are going to do now is create a battery." He said with his voice still sounding like it was muffled by water or something. With the odd feeling still present she shoved it aside because she had stuff to do right now. She wasn't going to get distracted by her personal feelings right now. "The purpose of the battery is to power the object that is being used."
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 8]
After the explanation she understood it as it was like how the forge was with the fire. Without the fire the forge would be unable to operate and thus useless. So the battery was what the flame was to the forge for the mechanism? With that thought in mind she paid very particular attention to the creation of the battery and everything with it. She didn't want to screw up such a crucial step of this process.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Watching him forge such a delicate piece of machinery she would begin to understand. They weren't making some large item that would hinder the movement of the puppet or shinobi. They were making something small and concealable with the power to be able to do what they needed. She was truly in awe at this moment while watching the Master work. He would wipe his brow every so often while working with the welder to put everything in place.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 10]
Eventually it would get to the point where he would get tired and hand off the tools to Chimaera. "Continue on without me for a bit." He said pointing to a small piece of paper with designs and specifications upon it. She nodded back to him and began to place the metals needed upon the flames. Taking them out at the specified times and shaping them very carefully with the anvil in the process.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 11]
While she did that the sensation overtook her once more and this time it was more pronounced. As all the sound in the area had vanished. It freaked her out initially but she continued to move on as she didn't want to upset the Master again. She didn't know what was going on but it was indeed upsetting her at this time. Placing the pieces of copper and brass onto the anvil she would begin to yawn a bit as all the sudden she felt tired.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 12]
With her Master returning she would feel a hand placed upon her shoulder and she would look back to him. She would see him overlooking her work and giving her the thumbs up and not speaking anymore. Which was odd at this time but she wouldn't take anymore from it. Because she still needed him for everything. She couldn't stop now because things were getting a little bit odd for her.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 13]
Once she was done with everthing she would begin to polish everything and remove any and all imperfections that may be present upon the metals. This itself seemed to be appreciated by her Master as he would point to the table. Chimaera instantly caught on and placed everything upon the table and began to organize everything. Making everything easy for the Master to show her what to do with what piece.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 14]
As expected the brass and the copper were the most important pieces as they aided with the conduction of the battery itself. Placing within it a lot of uncompreshinibly small copper wires and objects to aid with the flow of electricity. It didn't take long for the young woman's mind to be able to grasp upon how electricity and the flow of it worked exactly. That being said she wanted to watch her Master finish everything up.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 15]
Her Master still wasn't saying anything which was odd but instead explaining through motions with his hands. Quickly attaching the battery to the launcher itself she would be shown when the device would be powered how it could operate finally. With the flick of a small switch the net would be cast from the device showing their work a success. Chimaera would sigh with joy as the odd sensation infested her mind with the lack of sound around her.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 16]
There was only one thing left that he was going to train her in before he called it quits for the day. He placed a book upon the table labeled 'Enchantment'. She hadn't a clue what it meant but he pointed to some of the passages within it showing various sigils and seals. With a pencil and paper placed next to her it was obvious that these 'projects' were going to have her draw a lot of these things for the Master's project. Starting off drawing a small sigil the Master would come over to look at the finished project after everything was over.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 1]
Something was gnawing at the back of her mind again and she didn't know what it was. The sensation almost aching within the back of her mind as her vision began to dim a bit. This action was concerning but none the less she wasn't going to stop. Not when she was so close to the goal as she drew another sigil for her Master. Upon her Master's inspection he would motion for her to make it bigger.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 2]
At this point she would show her work to the Master once more of the same sigil. Staring upon it the Master wouldn't say anything and thus would make the young woman nervous. She would wait for his instructions but the odd thing was, was that he wasn't telling her to redo it. Instead she noticed how meticulous he was being of the sigil itself. He eventually gave her a thumbs up and motioned for what he wanted next.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 3]
The sensation getting even thicker over her as her vision began to tunnel. What in the world was going on with her mind? She shrugged it off and began to deliever the specifications that her Master wanted with the sigil she was drawing. Oddly enough she was getting rather proficient with her drawing. She never knew that she was an artist and was actually happy with it. It didn't take long for her to finsih the project her Master had put her on before she got up and stretched.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 4]
When her Master took the larger specified drawing he placed it upon a suit of armor. Dousing the paper in some kind of liquid she would watch as the drawing was now upon the armor. Taking a hammer and chisel out he would begin to show her how to do the rest. Nodding to her Master she noticed he had her do it in sections to take breaks. Breaking each section up into a 'project'. She wouldn't argue with it by any means as she would get started upon the right pauldron of the armor and quickly tear through it.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Her Master looked over the material and didn't seem too pleased with her work. Instead he had her go back over it digging further into the armor over what she had done before. This time she took her time with her etching as to not ruin the armor. So that way it would look good to the buyer so they would come back for more. It didn't take long before she realized that the 'elegant' work they were doing earlier was enchantments as well.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 6]
With that in mind she was slightly happier taking into account that she had already been on this path. She just didn't know it as she moved over to the left pauldron. Striking the lines of the sigil into the armor so that it would be permanent upon it. Etching it in as deep as the right pauldron to make the two match. Making it both pleasing to the eye as well as pleasing to her Master. Upon finishing up on the left pauldron she would sigh but hear no noise from her body.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 7]
Frowning at that fact she would move for the fire water that she drank from before and take it within herself. Only when it touched her lips it didn't taste as it had before. Confusion swept over her as she looked over to see her Master attempting to work on some of the armor. She couldn't allow that and got in his way taking the tools from him quickly finishing up the left arm quicker than normal.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 8]
Wiping the sweat from her brow she would notice that the sensation of it wasn't there. Like she knew she was sweating but when she wiped her forehead her brow still felt wet. It was such an odd feeling as she went back to work on the other arm. Etching into it and taking more care to make it look as deep as the other side. So that way it could continue be appealing and center.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Sighing softly as she still wouldn't be able to hear any sounds but she wouldn't care any longer. She had a job to do and she was going to do just that so she could get her funding from Clem. She would use whatever she could to become stronger so that way she could find that freak and make him pay. With that thought in mind she would absentmindedly end up finishing the armor and step back looking at it. What she wasn't aware of was the armor that she just helped create actually had residule chakra within it.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 10]
It didn't take long before someone came within the shop and took his top off. Sitting down in a chair with the back of it to his chest. So his back was exposed and open to the two of them. The master motioned her to draw again and she went to do what the page explained her to do. Drawing something elegant, neat, and rather large she would show the master.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 11]
The master would shake his head and have her downsize it so that she could capatilize on space with it. Nodding in understanding she would then begin to do as instructed. Making it smaller on the paper whiel adding a few things here and there. She didn't know what he was doing for the man but an odd smell began to consume her. It smelled like... salt water. What in the world was going on?
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 12]
With that last part finished she would turn to see the Master get out a shave kit as well as a rag. Pointing to the man's back she just somehow knew what she had to do at this point and time. Moving to the man she would place the foam upon his back and carefully shave a section of it off. Wiping the thick foam away and the darndest thing occured. It looked like the foam was stuck within water as she wiped it off. As if there was a current forming with the foam and it was tripping her out a bit.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 13]
With the odd sensation consuming her at this point she was struggling to keep it together. Fear gripped her soul as she was completely out of her element and even the Master was frightening her. He didn't even have any ill intent about him but she was terrified. With her wide eyes looking around for anything and everything she would gently place the paper over the smooth skin of the man before pouring the liquid over the marking.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 14]
Only this time an odd device would be handed to her and it looked similar to a pencil with a small motor on it. What an odd little device she was given but looking back to her Master he would point to the tattoo's two sections. With the first section she would go over everythign and it would create thick black lines over the man's back and every so often she would have to freeze because he would move. She didn't know why but she felt so out of place at this point and time.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 15]
As she was about to do the second portion she would notice the Master taking the odd little pencil away from her and switching it out with another. Pointing back to the lines she would nod to the Master and begin to go over the ones that were not permanent yet. The scent of blood could be smelled now and it was the only other thing that she could truly take into her mind. The scent of salt water and blood. After a few more moments she'd notice over the man's back were thick red lines with the device she just used and as she blinked he'd be gone.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 16]
With that last thought what she would find was the forge was out now... Everything was getting dark quickly and her vision... it was almost as if she was in the deep waters of the ocean. Once she blinked again she would look for the Master but everything would be gone. Her eyes quickly adjusting as she would find herself swimming... but what waters were this dark... what was going on? Then something slammed into her frightened mind as she heard a voice in her head. It wasn't fully comprehensible but she made out a single word. 'Child' Was all she was able to make out as her eyes looked around frantically.
[Trauma Narrative]
She knew at this point and time where she was and fear gripped her entire soul. Turning around in the waters she would see an enormous pair of eyes in the distance and she would freeze in the depths of the ocean. Her heart hammering in her chest as she knew without a doubt what this being was and what this situation was. It was a reality check for her is what she initially thought. But then with another thougth she realized something else. This was Lord Dagon investing in her but giving her a warning?
[Trauma Narrative]
With the last thought in her mind she would see Lord Dagon charge for her with his maw opening frighteningly wide. True terror slammed into her as she darted for the surface of the ocean. A thunderous roar echoed within her mind as she swam faster than she ever thought possible with the God of the Seas right on her a**. As the light shown throught the surface there was a slim ray of hope. Her heart beating faster and faster as she dared not look back down towards the bottom of the ocean. Towards the being that was chasing her as she broke the surface of the waters.
[Trauma Narrative]
The moment she broke the surface she was extremely frantic but all traces of fear left her mind as she looked down to see nothing under her. She didn't wait to find out if Lord Dagon was still around before she spotted Clem's ship and made a move towards it. It was at this time she realized Lord Dagon was warning her in his way... that if she failed him he would devour her very existence within the depths of the ocean. Inspiring fear within her of failing him and what it would lead to as well as make her possibly question what is real at every waking moment.
[Trauma Narrative]
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 1]
As the piece of metal was inspected by the master he would chuckle a bit. "Try it again." He would instruct her while throwing that piece of metal within the reject pile to probably be reused down the road. Waiting for the metal to be handed to her again she would try and discover the sensation that was bothering her. Trying to find purpose from it should there be any there to help her out. But still the feeling was perplexing as the piece of metal was thrown on the anvil again. Earning heavy handed strikes from her. Producing the raw music of the metal through the forge. This went on for a bit as she would continue hammering the object until cooled down. Earning a glance from her current Master as he would take the metal and toss it in the defect bin.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 2]
She would scratch her head in frustration but continue on without giving this man any lip for what he was doing. He was making sure she was doing the right thing in his profession and he was doing it from the kindness of his heart. Asking for nothing in return which was something else that she wasn't used to. Kindness for no given reason other than being a decent human being. Even with her family... As she thought of them she choked back the thoughts before breaking down in front of this complete stranger. He would introduce yet another billet to her for her to hammer down and she would answer in kind. They would go through the same motions as before to include him taking the piece of metal and tossing it in the bin.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 3]
Without even getting a moment of rest to herself she would be introduced to a thicker piece of metal on the anvil. Without hesitating she would hammer into the metal with all her might. Forming it and trying to get it as flat as paper to make her Master happy. With each boom from the hammer her ears would hum while she would grunt with each strike. Her strikes becoming heavier and heavier each time. Giving her the effort she needed making it even quicker than before. This time he would look over it for some time before tossing it to the side. She wouldn't argue with him or give him any lip in the slightest.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 4]
With another piece of metal being placed on the anvil she would slam into it mercilessly. The emotion stirring within her a bit more as she did so. The metal moving to where she needed it. Earning a chuckle from her Master as she did what she was told. Sure enough it didn't take too long before it got it where it needed to be. Her Master would stop her from doing anything else and stare at it in front of her. Taking the metal and placing it back within the flames. "Good job." He would tell her while handing her the jug of water.
[Pre Worker Project - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Taking a sip from the jug she would find it to be something other than water that would cause her throat to burn. Swallowing the liquid she would almost choke on it while coughing earning a chuckle from the man. "There ya go, let your emotions take over." He said to her almost like he knew there was something more to her at this point. She didn't pay any mind to it as another piece of metal was placed before her on the anvil. With no instructions she resumed what she was told earlier and began to pound down on the metal. Creating a the flatness of paper with a few delams in the metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 6]
With her Master looking over the metal he would smile at the progress she had been making. Nodding to her as he too took a sip from the jug while placing another piece of metal upon the flames. The same odd feeling came back to her and she didn't know what to do with it. Well... other than what her Master had said. To get it out within her work and she guess she was going to do just that. With another piece of metal placed upon the anvil she would begin hammering the s**t out of it. Getting it to another paper thin stand point while her Master placed another piece of metal on the fire.
[Workier - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 7]
From this point as she would begin hammering she would think about everything in her life. The moments that she would look forward to that were taken from her without a second though. Ones that made her enjoy everything about her quiet life... taken from her by that freak! With that thought she would begin to slam a bit harder on the metal flattening it out quicker. Her Master stood there quietly watching and waiting on her.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 8]
With that in mind he would take the metal and slide in another piece effortlessly not saying a word. Understanding that she was going through something that she was needing to work on. He didn't know what it was but she needed to do this. Once more the odd sensation returned to her and for a split second she could of sworn she heard another voice. Pausing hammering she would look around before back to the Master. Once more he wouldn't say anything to her as he wanted to work out whatever was going on. So she continued on hammering out the metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Without giving it another thought the Master would place the metal on the anvil for her. She would continue her efforts in order to become better and better. Only as she did so the sensation continued to linger within her and she felt a pull. As if she were about to cry for some odd reason that she couldn't even comprehend. What the hell was there to cry about? She began to mercilessly hammer into the metal at this point. Causing a chip to form in the metal and she took a step back. "Its okay. It'll still be used." The Master said while heating up even more metal.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 10]
With more metal being used she would see a few pieces placed upon the anvil stacked on top of each other. "Hammer them down into each other." She was instructed and she followed the directions to the letter. Slamming the hammer down in the middle of the metal she would force them to stick to one another. Then she would slowly work her way out. Continuing the efforts of her hammering she would work from the inside to the outside. She would continue her efforts until the Master told her to stop.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 11]
Eventually she would wonder what they were really working on but she wouldn't really say anything about it. She wasn't going to stop the Master from what he was doing to annoy him with dumb questions. It wasn't her way as she looked at it from his perspective on teaching her. But then again he was getting free help as they waited for the metals to heat up once more. A small piece hit the anvil. "Curve that gently." He would instruct her and she would begin to gently hammer it around the horn of the anvil. Curving it until that would be taken from her too.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 12]
The man would take a break and show her how the heat the metals. What to look for and what to do if she felt certain things. She gripped the tongs with her newly formed rough hands and held the metal over the flames. Watching it grow red hot and seeing visibly what's happening with it. It was something that she was truly starting to enjoy at this time while watching everything unfold. Once it got to a certain point her Master would direct her attention and point down to the anvil. She quickly moved the hot metal onto the anvil and watched her Master go to work on the material.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 13]
Yet another moment went by as he went to the defective pile and picked up a few pieces of the metals. "Here." He woudl hand her the metals needed and she placed a heavy clamp upon the metals and threw them into the flames. Her eyes taking into account what she was doing as sorrow gripped her soul again. She didn't know where it was coming from but it was getting annoying. She didn't want to deal with it at this moment as she tossed it back inside. Then looking to the metal with a blank stare she would quickly grab it out of the flames.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 14]
"Okay here we go." The Master would say as he threw all the metal onto the flames. "Get everything ready." He said while arranging the metals and she would watch them with intent as she finally saw what he was doing. Moving to the anvil with the hammer as he would throw pieces on top of each other. She would hammer one piece into another and she would see it begin to take shape. A bit of joy mixed with sorrow mixed in her soul as they were finishing up on the front of an armor plate.
[Worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 15]
Then with the last bit her Master would end up placing all the metal slabs on a rack of sorts. He would begin showing her leather work and how to make the various buckles and straps. Showing amazing detail and showing her how to do everything else as well. For once she was actually proud of herself until she heard the Master. "Good job kid." With that she would feel sorrow well up within her and her placed a hand on her back. "It'll get better one day. I promise." He said to her not knowing what was going on. But none the less wanting to help her however he could.
[worker - Armorsmith - Trauma Narrative - 16]
Craft Tree 2
With that last though in mind he would gently push her off saying it was time to get her emotions in check. After all they had a lot of learning for her to do at this point ant time. Was there truly any wonder why this was going to be a rather fortunate day for her? What Chimaera herself didn't know was that this man was one of the few grandmasters of everything. "Place this billet in the flames." He instructed the small woman and she did just that. Grabbing the tongs and placing it within the flames to heat up the material.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 1]
When the metal would get to a certain point she would attempt to take it out only for the Master to place it back in. He shook his head and she looked back to it understanding that they were doing something else at this time. She was learning how to forge something else and to be honest she didn't know what it was. Time would tell as she sat there with the tongs on the billet waiting for the Master to tell her when to pull it out. She was being ever such a decent little worker as the moment he instructed her she pulled it out and placed it upon the anvil.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 2]
The moment she placed the billet upon the anvil she was about to hammer into it but he prevented her from doing so. Another learning moment for her as he went at the billet with a hammer and chisel. Popping open one side and then peeling off all the other parts of it off like a banana. Chimaera herself was rather intrigued by this and was genuinely impressed because she had no clue such methods existed. "It's called a damascus canister." The Master explained as he pointed to the material that was left for Chimaera to hammer the hell out of.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 3]
She would nod to him and begin hammering the material out to his specifications. Understanding what was needed at this moment. This was until she began to feel something again and began to get distracted from her work. She still didn't know what this sensation was but it frightened the hell out of her. "Hey, c'mon now." The Master would get onto her a bit and she would resume hammering the material out into a thick profile. "Good." The Master would comment for her as he would point to a chair telling her to sit for a bit.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 4]
While sitting down she would watch her Master work. Noticing everything he did and taking in every detail so that way she would be able to replicate all of his movements and actions. She hadn't a clue why she was in such awe over these things but they did provide a level of comfort for her... even if they were fleeting. It wouldn't be long before he would heat up the flames and place the blade in a thin dark liquid. "It's oil." He would answer as he would pull the blade out earning a flame upon it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 5]
She learned rather quickly that the point of something like that was to harden the blade for the rest of what they were going to do. Such a fascinating function and she wondered how long it took for people to realize that things like this worked. As she pondered on such things her Master motioned for her to come over and she did so without hesitation. She took the material from him and held it within her thick gloves and began to take it to the grinding stone.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 6]
As she did so she began to think of everything gonig on around her. How her entire family was slaughtered by a freak... no... her entire clan. She was the last one of her entire clan which meant... they were going to be snufffed otu from history. In reality there was no way that she could take something like that out when her own father couldn't... right? With that last thought in mind the odd feeling came for her even more.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 7]
Once more this feeling consumed her and she hadn't a clue what it was. All she did know as she went through the motions with the blade was that it provided a level of uneasiness for her. Making her paranoid and legitamately scared for what was around her. She knew the Master that she met earlier today woudn't do anything to her. But still she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than what was being let on.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 8]
Her heart rate spiking as she continued to work the blade under the heat of the forge. Something was definitely off but it wasn't about this situation it was more within her, herself. As odd of a feeling as that may be it was the truth of the matter. Yet she continued on with the blade looking at it shine on the blade itself and the sides from all the hard work they put into it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 9]
"Great job." The Master would encourage her as he began to show her how to handle making the handle. Taking measurements and using the proper materials to absorb shock as well as not being to hard let it be brittle. One material that he swore by was a difficult one to get your hands on. It was called Micarta and apparently it was fantastac for using on handles and such.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 10]
So he began to show her the ways of measuring and the different methods of retaining a handle on a blade. She was curious ealier why the tang was so beefy but this did make sense now. After all they were going to have to drive two pins through the material in order to hold it in place. Getting a small chisel and hammer she began to drive the material through the wooden hand. The handle wasn't shaped yet but that didn't matter at this moment.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 11]
With that in mind she began to put everything in place until everything was firmly secured. She was rather happy at this moment with her progress and she waiting to be shown the rest. She went over to a table after being directed and it looked similar to the grinding stone only with a very thin material on it. After being shown how to use it the thin material on the rollers began to easily dispatch the excess material from the handle. Smoothing it down into an actual handle.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 12]
Taking it from the thin material she would hold the knife up and notice it woudln't look complete yet. She didn't know why as she looked over it but the Master was smiling. Noticing how she instantly knew that more work needed to be done with the blade before anything else. "You're learning rather well." He spoke to her while pointing to the table for her to place the blade down. "Now is the time we decorate it."
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 13]
She looked at the blade and didn't know why the needed to decorate such a thing. Shouldn't such a blade be able to stand on its on if it functions well? Wouldn't they flcok to purchase such a thing if it could perform well above their expectations? She didn't know what the reason was entirely at first but none the less she placed the blade on the table and began to think of what to do with it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 14]
Such a curious thing as the sensation was returning to her at full force and it was at this time she no longer felt safe. She didn't know why but it was also getting a bit more difficult to breathe for her. As if she were swimming in the deep waters once more. She shoved the feeling aside and smiled to the Master as she asked why they need to do such a thing. In that moment he moved to the table right next to her and began crafting an elegant design into it.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 15]
"The reasoning for it is to catch someone's eye. If they like the elegant design they are more likely to buy it and use it. Then comes in account of how it functions." He explained to her as he was etching a design into the blade on top of the damascus. Making it look truly gorgeous as she polished the s**t out of the handle in the mean time. Showing her worht at this moment as they forged a truly beautiful blade. "Good work." He spoke to her while patting her on the back.
[Worker - Weaponsmith - Trauma Narrative - 16]
With the next portion of their job the Master began to explain a few things. "So this next type of crafting is a difficult one to Master, but should you be able to do so you'll be in great hands." He said as he was looking at a particular order upon the paper before him. He placed it upon the table and showed her. "What is it?" She would ask looking at the odd design.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 1]
"You're not from the main shinobi nations are you?" He would ask her and she would shake her head and he would chuckle a bit. "You're from a small country side or something arent' you? Well that's okay, this is a net launcher." He would inform her as she would continue to look at it curiously. "It's meant to be placed upon puppets or if the shinobi is daring enough sometimes they mount it to their own flesh." He said admittedly.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative -2]
Such a thing seemed odd to her but she wasn't going to turn down such training. Who knows Clem would probably appreciate such things and pay her even more money for her efforts. She sighed softly thinking about what all she was going to have to do to get where she wanted but it was going to be worth it. "You're going to forge this metal like you're forging armor." He instructed her immediately sending her into work mode.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 3]
She didn't hesitate to create a few billets of metal. Heating up the materials and creating a damascus billet to make everything truly pretty. To make it pop. While all that was in th e works she looked over to her Master to see him writing a bunch of things down. She didn't know why and she also wasn't going to ask him why. Instead she was going to do as she was told and continue on.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 4]
The sensation over took her once more as she felt uneasy and began to look around again. The sound of everything began to sart to sound... dull. As if a thick liquid was surrounding her and the sound was within it. Instead of trying to figure it out more the Master didn't look pleased anymore and pointed directly to the billets on the flames. She nodded and got back to it. Yet the way of how everything sounded continued to occur.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Placing the billets upon the anvil she would begin cracking them open, one at a time. Then begin stacking the materials on top of one another. Hammering them into one another until finally they were one smooth piece of damascus metal. She would then begin heat treatment and slowly bending everything into shape. Creating the specifications that were upon the order form that they had received.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 6]
After a bit longer of forging everything and bending the metal in place she began to put several pieces of the mechanism on the table. Her Master looked over everything with a smile on his face as she indeed made some of it 'flashy' for the consumer. So that they would buy it from the store and think about coming back for more. With the small through in mind she began to etch some smaller designs into the damascus to make it pop.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 7]
"Okay so what we are going to do now is create a battery." He said with his voice still sounding like it was muffled by water or something. With the odd feeling still present she shoved it aside because she had stuff to do right now. She wasn't going to get distracted by her personal feelings right now. "The purpose of the battery is to power the object that is being used."
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 8]
After the explanation she understood it as it was like how the forge was with the fire. Without the fire the forge would be unable to operate and thus useless. So the battery was what the flame was to the forge for the mechanism? With that thought in mind she paid very particular attention to the creation of the battery and everything with it. She didn't want to screw up such a crucial step of this process.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Watching him forge such a delicate piece of machinery she would begin to understand. They weren't making some large item that would hinder the movement of the puppet or shinobi. They were making something small and concealable with the power to be able to do what they needed. She was truly in awe at this moment while watching the Master work. He would wipe his brow every so often while working with the welder to put everything in place.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 10]
Eventually it would get to the point where he would get tired and hand off the tools to Chimaera. "Continue on without me for a bit." He said pointing to a small piece of paper with designs and specifications upon it. She nodded back to him and began to place the metals needed upon the flames. Taking them out at the specified times and shaping them very carefully with the anvil in the process.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 11]
While she did that the sensation overtook her once more and this time it was more pronounced. As all the sound in the area had vanished. It freaked her out initially but she continued to move on as she didn't want to upset the Master again. She didn't know what was going on but it was indeed upsetting her at this time. Placing the pieces of copper and brass onto the anvil she would begin to yawn a bit as all the sudden she felt tired.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 12]
With her Master returning she would feel a hand placed upon her shoulder and she would look back to him. She would see him overlooking her work and giving her the thumbs up and not speaking anymore. Which was odd at this time but she wouldn't take anymore from it. Because she still needed him for everything. She couldn't stop now because things were getting a little bit odd for her.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 13]
Once she was done with everthing she would begin to polish everything and remove any and all imperfections that may be present upon the metals. This itself seemed to be appreciated by her Master as he would point to the table. Chimaera instantly caught on and placed everything upon the table and began to organize everything. Making everything easy for the Master to show her what to do with what piece.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 14]
As expected the brass and the copper were the most important pieces as they aided with the conduction of the battery itself. Placing within it a lot of uncompreshinibly small copper wires and objects to aid with the flow of electricity. It didn't take long for the young woman's mind to be able to grasp upon how electricity and the flow of it worked exactly. That being said she wanted to watch her Master finish everything up.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 15]
Her Master still wasn't saying anything which was odd but instead explaining through motions with his hands. Quickly attaching the battery to the launcher itself she would be shown when the device would be powered how it could operate finally. With the flick of a small switch the net would be cast from the device showing their work a success. Chimaera would sigh with joy as the odd sensation infested her mind with the lack of sound around her.
[Worker - Mechanism Crafting - Trauma Narrative - 16]
There was only one thing left that he was going to train her in before he called it quits for the day. He placed a book upon the table labeled 'Enchantment'. She hadn't a clue what it meant but he pointed to some of the passages within it showing various sigils and seals. With a pencil and paper placed next to her it was obvious that these 'projects' were going to have her draw a lot of these things for the Master's project. Starting off drawing a small sigil the Master would come over to look at the finished project after everything was over.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 1]
Something was gnawing at the back of her mind again and she didn't know what it was. The sensation almost aching within the back of her mind as her vision began to dim a bit. This action was concerning but none the less she wasn't going to stop. Not when she was so close to the goal as she drew another sigil for her Master. Upon her Master's inspection he would motion for her to make it bigger.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 2]
At this point she would show her work to the Master once more of the same sigil. Staring upon it the Master wouldn't say anything and thus would make the young woman nervous. She would wait for his instructions but the odd thing was, was that he wasn't telling her to redo it. Instead she noticed how meticulous he was being of the sigil itself. He eventually gave her a thumbs up and motioned for what he wanted next.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 3]
The sensation getting even thicker over her as her vision began to tunnel. What in the world was going on with her mind? She shrugged it off and began to deliever the specifications that her Master wanted with the sigil she was drawing. Oddly enough she was getting rather proficient with her drawing. She never knew that she was an artist and was actually happy with it. It didn't take long for her to finsih the project her Master had put her on before she got up and stretched.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 4]
When her Master took the larger specified drawing he placed it upon a suit of armor. Dousing the paper in some kind of liquid she would watch as the drawing was now upon the armor. Taking a hammer and chisel out he would begin to show her how to do the rest. Nodding to her Master she noticed he had her do it in sections to take breaks. Breaking each section up into a 'project'. She wouldn't argue with it by any means as she would get started upon the right pauldron of the armor and quickly tear through it.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 5]
Her Master looked over the material and didn't seem too pleased with her work. Instead he had her go back over it digging further into the armor over what she had done before. This time she took her time with her etching as to not ruin the armor. So that way it would look good to the buyer so they would come back for more. It didn't take long before she realized that the 'elegant' work they were doing earlier was enchantments as well.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 6]
With that in mind she was slightly happier taking into account that she had already been on this path. She just didn't know it as she moved over to the left pauldron. Striking the lines of the sigil into the armor so that it would be permanent upon it. Etching it in as deep as the right pauldron to make the two match. Making it both pleasing to the eye as well as pleasing to her Master. Upon finishing up on the left pauldron she would sigh but hear no noise from her body.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 7]
Frowning at that fact she would move for the fire water that she drank from before and take it within herself. Only when it touched her lips it didn't taste as it had before. Confusion swept over her as she looked over to see her Master attempting to work on some of the armor. She couldn't allow that and got in his way taking the tools from him quickly finishing up the left arm quicker than normal.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 8]
Wiping the sweat from her brow she would notice that the sensation of it wasn't there. Like she knew she was sweating but when she wiped her forehead her brow still felt wet. It was such an odd feeling as she went back to work on the other arm. Etching into it and taking more care to make it look as deep as the other side. So that way it could continue be appealing and center.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 9]
Sighing softly as she still wouldn't be able to hear any sounds but she wouldn't care any longer. She had a job to do and she was going to do just that so she could get her funding from Clem. She would use whatever she could to become stronger so that way she could find that freak and make him pay. With that thought in mind she would absentmindedly end up finishing the armor and step back looking at it. What she wasn't aware of was the armor that she just helped create actually had residule chakra within it.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 10]
It didn't take long before someone came within the shop and took his top off. Sitting down in a chair with the back of it to his chest. So his back was exposed and open to the two of them. The master motioned her to draw again and she went to do what the page explained her to do. Drawing something elegant, neat, and rather large she would show the master.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 11]
The master would shake his head and have her downsize it so that she could capatilize on space with it. Nodding in understanding she would then begin to do as instructed. Making it smaller on the paper whiel adding a few things here and there. She didn't know what he was doing for the man but an odd smell began to consume her. It smelled like... salt water. What in the world was going on?
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 12]
With that last part finished she would turn to see the Master get out a shave kit as well as a rag. Pointing to the man's back she just somehow knew what she had to do at this point and time. Moving to the man she would place the foam upon his back and carefully shave a section of it off. Wiping the thick foam away and the darndest thing occured. It looked like the foam was stuck within water as she wiped it off. As if there was a current forming with the foam and it was tripping her out a bit.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 13]
With the odd sensation consuming her at this point she was struggling to keep it together. Fear gripped her soul as she was completely out of her element and even the Master was frightening her. He didn't even have any ill intent about him but she was terrified. With her wide eyes looking around for anything and everything she would gently place the paper over the smooth skin of the man before pouring the liquid over the marking.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 14]
Only this time an odd device would be handed to her and it looked similar to a pencil with a small motor on it. What an odd little device she was given but looking back to her Master he would point to the tattoo's two sections. With the first section she would go over everythign and it would create thick black lines over the man's back and every so often she would have to freeze because he would move. She didn't know why but she felt so out of place at this point and time.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 15]
As she was about to do the second portion she would notice the Master taking the odd little pencil away from her and switching it out with another. Pointing back to the lines she would nod to the Master and begin to go over the ones that were not permanent yet. The scent of blood could be smelled now and it was the only other thing that she could truly take into her mind. The scent of salt water and blood. After a few more moments she'd notice over the man's back were thick red lines with the device she just used and as she blinked he'd be gone.
[Worker - Enchantment - Trauma Narrative - 16]
With that last thought what she would find was the forge was out now... Everything was getting dark quickly and her vision... it was almost as if she was in the deep waters of the ocean. Once she blinked again she would look for the Master but everything would be gone. Her eyes quickly adjusting as she would find herself swimming... but what waters were this dark... what was going on? Then something slammed into her frightened mind as she heard a voice in her head. It wasn't fully comprehensible but she made out a single word. 'Child' Was all she was able to make out as her eyes looked around frantically.
[Trauma Narrative]
She knew at this point and time where she was and fear gripped her entire soul. Turning around in the waters she would see an enormous pair of eyes in the distance and she would freeze in the depths of the ocean. Her heart hammering in her chest as she knew without a doubt what this being was and what this situation was. It was a reality check for her is what she initially thought. But then with another thougth she realized something else. This was Lord Dagon investing in her but giving her a warning?
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With the last thought in her mind she would see Lord Dagon charge for her with his maw opening frighteningly wide. True terror slammed into her as she darted for the surface of the ocean. A thunderous roar echoed within her mind as she swam faster than she ever thought possible with the God of the Seas right on her a**. As the light shown throught the surface there was a slim ray of hope. Her heart beating faster and faster as she dared not look back down towards the bottom of the ocean. Towards the being that was chasing her as she broke the surface of the waters.
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The moment she broke the surface she was extremely frantic but all traces of fear left her mind as she looked down to see nothing under her. She didn't wait to find out if Lord Dagon was still around before she spotted Clem's ship and made a move towards it. It was at this time she realized Lord Dagon was warning her in his way... that if she failed him he would devour her very existence within the depths of the ocean. Inspiring fear within her of failing him and what it would lead to as well as make her possibly question what is real at every waking moment.
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Upon climbing aboard the large ship she would find a small sack tied to the band of her trousers. Peaking inside were several precious metals that she would sell for ryo. Was this Lord Dagon's way of warning her and paying her for her loyalty towards him? As she questioned everything she moved to find Clem within the ship.
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