#jancis

Chachanji Gegenji tries to just get the box of tea up onto the counter but... between the counter being a bit high and the awkwardness of the size of the box, the Lalafell gives up on "the easy idea" after a couple times and patters around into the kitchen proper to put the tea box somewhere safe and dry.

Jancis Milburga looks around, just as curious to take in the kitchen and space as much as his words. She goes around the corner to really look at the size of the cooking area and storage. "Crazy is a small word for either one of those happening alone. I have not heard of such things." Jancis Milburga: "This kitchen is quite different. I will miss working closely around one another when I stay the night and help with cooking."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, ta be fair, I didn't know there was a storm machine 'til talkin' wit ev'ryone afterward," he admitted as he put the box away and turned back to her. "Jus' tha' there was a big ol' storm brewin' when we got there. Had to pull th' ship up onto th' beach 'n then help make levies 'n stuff ta help deal wit th' stormy waters!" He blinks at her comment and looks about the kitchen. "Ah, I 'spose it IS a bit less cozy, huh? Still, it has more space fer more nummy food 'n some more tools ta help-- Chachanji Gegenji: --make it!"

Jancis Milburga apologizes, "I meant it fondly! This is wonderful and you are right. We can make a lot of things. And everyone else who stays here! You build such nices homes, Chachanji." Jancis Milburga: "Especially as Torene grows and wants to help, too. That will be three pairs of hands at least."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, all th' thanks should go ta th' builder tha' th' folks at th' Roadhouse suggested ta me fer when I was thinkin'a makin' some minor changes." A bashful chuckle. "Ended up bein'... a lil' bit more than jus' some minor changes in th' end, though." A scratching at his floof that pauses and his mood immediately brightens on the mention of little Torene. "Ah! How's lil' Torene doin', anyroad? Prolly glad th' weather's warmin' up 'n bein' able ta go 'round outside more?"

Jancis Milburga smiles, "She is well. Alas, the weather does not warm up much in the Pillars. Her uncle gifted her with paints. So she has been enjoying those. She makes the most amazing swirls of colors. You are right, though. Staying elsewhere for the Summer would be nice." Jancis Milburga: "And staying with good friends."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, yeah... 's always so cold up 'round those parts." He shivers a little, his dislike of colder climes shining through a little. He recovers quickly, though. "Well, th' guest room's yers if'n ya guys ev'r want ta come by here," he stated with a nod. "Will need ta see what she's managed ta paint too!"

Jancis Milburga beams, "You would like some of her art?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "A'course! Would love ta see what's she's makin'," he responds with another nod. "Who knows. Mebbe I can get some put up 'round th' place. Give it s'more of a homely touch upstairs."

Jancis Milburga: "I will ask her to make one for you. That is a wonderful idea. Art is meant to be shared. Put up. I will not forget. Forgive me, we were talking about preparing your armor after the seas were too stormy. And purposefully it sounds like. That makes no sense. Save for a sure wind, sailors prefer calm seas."

Chachanji Gegenji chuckles. "'s fine, 's fine," he reassures her with a wave of his hand. "Well, th' place we're tryin' ta get to under th' water has a weather machine 'r somethin' innit, apparently. So - since both times we were gonna take th' sub out th' weather got bad - I started wonderin' if'n somethin' was up. Was thinkin' it was th' kami warnin' us'a th' dangers... but 'pparently could be tha' thin' too. Though we dunno if'n it's bein' used actively ta stop us or jus'... y'know, coincidence." Chachanji Gegenji: "Will hafta see if'n it happens a third time, I 'spose."

Jancis Milburga furrows her brow, "The wavekin being hostile, the weather forced to be the same. Nymeia's Grace, that would be quite the coincidence. And there are little ones involved. You are right to get prepared for the worst while expecting the best." Jancis Milburga: "And you spoke of zombies." Jancis Milburga frowns more.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Yeah. 'n not jus' wit me armor. 'pparently Virara's been down there too... so I figgered I'd see if'n she'd be willin' ta come help," he stated with a nod. "'cuz... yeah. 'pparently some of th' other folks have dealt wit these zombie fishmen 'n never told me." He pouts, it seemed to be a bit of a sore spot for some reason. "'specially considerin' some of th' ones tha' showed up were pretty big! Like... not full Gojirafell big but... still pretty big!" He motioned with his hands in some vague-- Chachanji Gegenji: --attempt to imply how tall they were. Chachanji Gegenji: "... Act'lly, considerin' how many there were durin' tha' storm 'n th' danger they caused ta th' levies 'n stuff... I may'a thought 'bout goin' Big ta try'n distract 'em 'r hold 'em off..." He scratches at his cheek. "'c-course, th' LAST time sea folk saw tha' form... didn't go too well, as ya 'member..." Referring to the boat trip to Kugane. "So... 'm glad we managed ta distract 'em instead wit'out me havin' ta do tha'..."

Jancis Milburga tries to see the invisible measurements he motions on. "Thal's Flame." She swears quietly. Jancis Milburga: "That is true. It could cause others to run into harm out of confusion. Still a good thought, though, when the need is greatest. Or perhaps under the waves, before it reaches the others?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mebbe..." He seems a bit thoughtful on the subject. Perhaps a couple of situations had come up where he felt going Big might've actually been useful, a bit of a detour from his usual feeling of not using it except in absolute dire emergencies. When it might be too late by that point anyway. "'s... somethin' I'll hafta think on. 'course, usin' it when we're in th' sub or down in th' undersea place we're goin'... might not be such a good idea." An awkward chuckle.

Jancis Milburga smiles thoughtfully, "Sounds like the armor you made for the ship though withstood enough that you did not have to. It was not compromised. You are so aware of others around you. Do you think you could tell the crew or some of them of your abilities?" Jancis Milburga: "I am lucky, I was there figuring it out with you."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... mebbe?" he admitted. "I mean, Ms. Aya is one'a th' folks takin' part 'n she's a good friend." He fidgets, though. "But... mebbe it ain't such a good idea? After all, there's already a lot we're dealin' wit 'tween our goals 'n Ms. Seseka's goals 'n th' Eglantines' goals... 'n tha's ev'n a'fore all th' stuff with th' place we're goin' ta gets added in. What wit th' fishmen zombies 'n th' weather machine 'n whatev'r other gadgets they gots down there..." Chachanji Gegenji: "I... dun really want to add more potential pro'lems 'r distractions ta th' pile."

Jancis Milburga nods, "I have no doubt you know the best approach and the capabilities of everyone with you as much as your own. It is nice to think it through outloud. I like it." Jancis Milburga: "Then the armor."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I 'unno 'bout th' -best- approach," he admits bashfully. "Though... mebbe I should look inta ways ta make sure I dun go big while 'm down there. Mebbe take one'a Tiroro's ol' antimagic potions a'forehand jus' in case..." He cants his head this way and that thoughtfully. And then he blinks. "Oh! Right! Th' armor. Should we get yer robe all chainmail'd up?"

Jancis Milburga squeezes the robe draped over her arms. "I meant yours, but if you wish to look over this now and figure out what would work well for me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oooh! Yeah. Me armor should be plenty good down there, 'specially if'n we also have someone like Virara 'round ta help wit zombie-punchin'," he affirms after a bit of an embarassed blush and chuckle. "'n yeah! I can do it now. I haven't needed ta break out me armor as much as'a late so... mosta what I was doin' was makin' some minor adjustments 'n jus' makin' sure it was all ship-shape fer... uh... wearin' on th' ship."

Jancis Milburga: "And in the water I can imagine. That is one of mine concerns with the robe. I practiced wearing armor before and dare admit it is difficult. Especially on my hands or feet.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, hopefully I won't be in th' water itself much at all... th' inside'a th' sub's pretty dry 'n 'm hopin' th' undersea place is too..." He seems a bit less certain on that part. "W-well, 'm sure if'n it's wet there, Virara'll be able ta warn me a'forehand. Will need ta make sure ta ask 'er..." He taps at his chin before shaking his head and returning to the topic at hand. "Ah, yeah, gauntlets can kinda make more delicate finger movements more difficult... so tha' could def'nitely be-- Chachanji Gegenji: a pro'lem if'n ya need ta cast yer magicks 'n stuff..." Chachanji Gegenji: "But if'n it's jus' th' robe, it shouldn't hinder those movements too much. Yer arms might feel a bit heavier but if'n it's still light 'nuff fer ya, it could be somethin' ya jus' get used ta." He cants his head this way and that. "... It might not be a perfect match but... I thin' ya might be able ta try wearin' one'a me chainmail-lined yukata's like a shirt 'n see how tha' feels? Can use tha' ta figger out how much 'r how little chain ta put in th' robe?"

Jancis Milburga tilts her head curiously as she listens, nodding along, echoing his words with agreement. "Virara will." "Pretty dry." She frees one arm to show Chachanji her wraps as they are, sewn in with details and natural charms. "Verily. I do. Or healing work in the field. I have these in case I am disarmed I can still accomplish some conjury. Or if I need to carry someone." She comes closer and looks over the yukata. "Okay. I will try on whatever you like."

Chachanji Gegenji looks over the wraps with wide, surprised eyes. "Whoa. Ya can do stuff like tha' wit these?" He looks up at her with admiration even as she draws closer to look at his own outfit. He shoulders off the outer layer of his yukata and holds it up for her to see. Given his stocky frame - coupled with his further attempts to blur this fact with his clothing - Jancis could probably slip her arms through the sleeves pretty easily. They'd just end just past her elbows, and the coat itself would-- Chachanji Gegenji: --probably come down about her waist. Like he said: it's be like a shirt for her. Chachanji Gegenji || Should she take it, though, she'd note it was actually rather heavy. As if the jacket were sopping wet and pulled down with water weight. It would be hard to tell how many ponze of extra weight it actually had, but might make her wonder how he moves around so freely wearing it. Like some manner of secret, constant heavy armor training!

Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes. It is made of parts of wands. So not able to build as much energy at once, but enough to close wounds or defend myself up within touch." She murmurs, making a small orb of water in her palm then floats it away, showing the limited range as they get a mist of evaporating water showering down on them. She sets down her robe and reaches to take the yukata.

Chachanji Gegenji watches it with that selfsame awe as when she mentioned she could use the wraps to cast the spells. Having a demonstration just confirming how impressive it was to him.  "Tha's really impressive, 'n sounds really handy."

Jancis Milburga smiles humbly, unaware of the color on her face. "You are kind to say so." She shifts, failing to heft the yukata first and clearly not ready for the actual weight of it. Still she brings it up to hold against her own shoulders in front and looks at it. Taking it over her tunic, she slides it on, needing some extra lift on the shoulders before getting his yukata on properly. Then she lifts her arms up, spanning out the sleeves. "Thaliak only knows how you move so well in this." Jancis Milburga: "You move as if wearing air. Forgive me, dear Chachanji, this is quite heavy. I would be able to wear this and carry nothing more."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, well, like I said... could def'nitely go wit somethin' lighter," he explained. "Tha's... um... jus' what I wear. More protection but, a'course, heavier. Ya... kinda get used to it. Honestly, feels weird when I dun have th' lined clothin' on these days." An awkward chuckle. "B-but anyroad, th' idea is ya'd hafta deal wit a bit more weight like tha' - but not nearly as much, a'course. And ya can still move yer hands 'n feet freely."

Jancis Milburga doesn't make a move to take it off, still giving the yellow fabric a thoughtful look on herself. "I see. I can imagine. It is surprising comforting to wear. Like a heavy blanket." She nods, focusing back on his words. "I worried you with a wound to mine torso. Perhaps not the arms, then? Or specifiic areas that are more vulnerable?"

Chachanji Gegenji nods. "Tha' can be done too!" he confirms with a smile. "Dun hafta line th' whole thin'. Could keep th' arms chain-free. Or even jus' th' torso so th' length'a robe below th' waist dun weigh ya down 'r trip ya up... like havin' a lil' chain shirt on at th' same time as th' robe."

Jancis Milburga finally takes off his yukata carefully, handing it back. Her robe has been mended and cleaned since the battle. Stitchwork shows the repairs, but within is a steady thick layer of padding that adds its own weight. Her wound would have been severely worse if not for the padding taking the brunt of the blow as she holds it up and open for inspection. "I also do not know what materials you want to use or what I should acquire." Jancis Milburga: "It comes through, what you mean by asking to do this for me, Chachanji. Much as I do not mean to worry anyone, I understand. It means a lot that you want to protect me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Hm. Well, we'd want somethin' lightweight but decently strong..." he murmurs thoughtfully. "Titanium is th' material tha' jumps out at me first 'n foremost... buuuut..." He cants his head. "It's a bit pricier 'n not quite as protective but... somethin' like Mythril 'r - better - Mythrite could both protect ya 'n also mebbe help also boost yer magicks? Mythril 'n th' like are like th' softer metals tha' Goldsmiths user fer wands 'n stuff, after all." Chachanji Gegenji finally seems to realize she's still holding out the top of his yukata to him and takes it with a bashful smile and quick-and-quiet apology before putting it back on. Slipping it on as if it were as air, as she had alluded to earlier. And perhaps looking a bit more comfortable again with the familiar weight of it.

Jancis Milburga blinks with clear interest at his words. Somehow more than usual, "Would it be useful to you to work in soft metals as well? Like practice?" Jancis Milburga: "That does sound more ideal if it is something I can perhaps use my robe for, aiding in easing my own wounds, or even spreading over someone. A multiple use tool!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, th' soft metals 'r def'nitely somethin' I dun work wit as much... 's more goldsmith territory 'n tha's th' part'a smithin' I always had a bit'a trouble wit," he admits, scratching at his floof. "Mythril 'n mythrite are light metals, but they ain't soft... so I can work wit them better'n tryin' ta makin somethin' outta silver 'r gold 'r somethin'. And since it's more like normal metals, it'll give better protection than th' soft metals would." A pause. "Though, I -could- fold in a thin-- Chachanji Gegenji: layer'a soft metal. Would make it a lil' less defensively sound but could also boost yer protection from bad magics. Th' Garleans gild some of their stuff wit gold to magic-proof it, y'know." Chachanji Gegenji: "I wouldn't go tha' heavy, though. Too much 'n it act'lly blocks magic use - which is why th' Garleans use it. No magic ta block so they can lay it on thick."

Jancis Milburga repeats 'light but not soft' and takes in the smith's words, her own look of awe at learning just a hint of what experience had given him to say. "Of course. I have seen other engineers keep it on hand for the magitek equipment that has been salvaged. Dare say having resistance to magic would be equally useful to me. Not so much less defensive as spreading out the capability? A lesser hit is better than full on for me. The wound I received that caused you concern was different." Jancis Milburga: "I was not in melee. Tiergan's mind got compromised by the beast we were fending off and it forced his sword to swing at me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mr. Tiergan?" His eyes go wide. The name was familiar, but it had been quite some time since he had encountered the white-haired Miqo'te in question. Still... "Oh man... hope he's akay too..." And there's a worried little frown. "A-anyroad. Given th' circumstances, 'm thinkin' a light layer'a mythrite chain around the torso in th' robe might work best fer ya. Decent protection, a bit'a aether protection, 'n might help bolster yer own aether a lil' when ya cast yer magicks." Chachanji Gegenji: "'n, a'course, if'n it ends up bein' too heavy 'r dampenin' yer magic more than helpin' it... can always take it back out."

Jancis Milburga lowers the robe, looking saddened, "He is well, but was very tough on himself after it happened. He made me a cake when I recovered. It was lovely. Vanilla and chocolate with fruit decorating the top." She nods and echoes his plan of action for her robe. Jancis Milburga: "Would you like me to leave this robe with you in the meantime while I gather supplies or take it with me for now?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I prolly woulda been pretty upset if'n I had done th' same thin'," he admits. "Well, mebbe not th' cake part. Ya know 'm still not tha' good at cookin' yet." An awkward chuckle. "But... um... y'know what I mean." He scratches at his cheek, taking her segue back to the robe as an out rather willingly. "Oh, ah. Well, I can keep it here if'n ya'd like so ya have less ta carry 'round when ya have th' supplies. But if'n ya still might wanna wear it in th' meantime, ya can take it wit ya too." Chachanji Gegenji: "Would likely jus' be kept in me changin' room until ya got back. Oh! I have a proper changin' room now!" Chachanji Gegenji points off to where that curtained off area had been they had walked past on the way to the kitchen.

Jancis Milburga asks, "Changing room?" Just as he answers and she looks over. "If it will not be useful to you here, I will take it with me." Jancis Milburga peeks in. "This room is only for changing?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Changin', gettin' measurements if'n needed..." He pauses. "Ah! Tha' might be somethin' I'd need th' robe fer. I dun thin' I've gotten yer measurements at any point..."

Jancis Milburga: "I did not think of that. We can do that whenever you wish." Jancis Milburga finds a place to set her robe. The stool. Best spot. Jancis Milburga opens the curtain and nearly walks into Chachanji, shuffling to a stop. "What must I do?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, well, we can do tha', sure," he agrees. "Tha's us'lly what we need if'n I'm makin' a full piece from scratch. But since I'll be linin' th' robe, it's not as important... though havin' th' measurements can make sure it all sits right 'n I can make some minor adjustments ta th' robe as well in th' process so it all hinders yer movement as lil' as possible."

Jancis Milburga smiles. "Thank you. Being made just for me. I am not sure how to express how happy I feel." She heads back into the changing room, leaving the curtain open. "This is almost like someone getting measured for a dress like in a book."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Which... given yer need ta move 'round fer spells 'n fer helpin' th' wounded... 's prolly a good idea," he admits quietly, rubbing at his chin. Before realizing Jancis has already gone back in to get said measurements. "Ah, w-well, 's fer th' same sorta purpose, right?" he admits as he follows and goes to grab his tape measure and something to write the numbers down on. "Needs ta make sure ev'rythin' fits right. Whether fer lookin' pretty or fer makin' sure yer armor protects ya properly 'n-- Chachanji Gegenji: --doesn't get in th' way!" Chachanji Gegenji: "Anyroad, le's get you all measured up 'n we'll be good ta go!"