Active [Clockhaven - Widersia] Wings and Steamy things (1x1)

[SixSense]

Moonberry

Time: 5:18 Pm

Location: Clockhaven, Widersia

TLDR: Introduction of Astolgia Artifices, a business owned by Julius’s father that invents and performs repairs. Broggamyr is an employee who is the face of repairs. Julius has arrived to retrieve a congratulatory gift for the start of his business from his father.


Even as the sun began to turn in for the night, The bustling city of Clockhaven would maintain its flow without any sign of losing steam. Cogs moved in a rhythmic cadence that matched the footsteps of its hardened residents. The horns of trains blared loudly in the background. Steam billowed out of rustic factory buildings in a continuous vapor that touched the sunset. The constant chatter as they roamed the street. All these comments contributed to the natural charm of Widersia..

9th Street, Astolgia Artifices​

Known for being a highly competitive place where seasoned inventors tackle many problems that plague not only Widersia but other countries as well. 9th street was known as a hub for innovation, lining the streets would be many known workshops, owned by some of Widersias brightest minds. hardened workers of all shapes and sizes from small gritty halflings, to men clad in business attire striking deals, to large constructs used for transportation of heavy building materials traversed amongst the streets to and from buildings. Perched on the corner intersecting 8th and 9th street stood Astolgia Artifices, a large workshop which has established itself as a dependable business that offers a wide range of services.

The interior shop was just as appealing as the outside, there was a small shopping area with mundane tech lining the shelf’s. Tools, lubricants, weapons, and even constructs were available for purchase. On the far end corner of the store was a large sign stating ‘REPAIRS’. A single dwarf stood at the Kiosk, small yet might in his stance, it was easy to see that he was well seasoned

Broggamyr ​

“Oi mate, you’re looking at a completion date of about 6 weeks out“ The small fae creature replied with a bolsterious yet raspy voice, his metal eye delivering a piercing gaze towards the well dressed customer.

“3 weeks?! Don’t you think that’s a bit much Broggamyr? I’ve been coming to you guys for years and your turnaround hours have never been this lengthy. I need this not working for the grand opening of my pub next week. Surely there is something you can do to help me out?” The man pleaded

Broggamyr would stroke his beard, his expression indifferent to the man’s problems. “We understand your predicament Mr.Dubois. Astolgia Artifices truly appreciates your continuous business over the years. Unfortunately at the moment we are pretty backed up on request not only from within Widersia but outside as well. 3 weeks is the earliest we can do for new requests.” The Dwarf would fold his arms, indicating that he would be budging at all.

“That just won’t work for me, I’ll have to take my business elsewhere then.” He huffed, pulling the bot from his desk before departing, stomping his feet as he exited the building. “I recall a time when Astolgia Artifices was much more in tune with their clients. It seems like it’s all but a memory now.

Broggamyr would sigh, rubbing his face roughly as he tried to rid himself of the stress.

Julius Atreus Astolgia

Titles: Mundan Human, Novice Tinkerer, Tinkers Triage Owner, House Astolgia Gentry, Novice Artificer, Novice Enchanter

Character Sheet

“You and my old man aren’t getting any younger, step aside and let the rookies take over.” he’d tease in his usual prideful tone.

Broggamyr would hear the familiar voice and begin to chuckle. “Hold your horses baby face, you think because you got your little company formed you can come in here talking big? get some skin in the game before ya come in here talking like that.” ]The Dwarf bellowed before extending his hand out, Julius would immediately receive it with a strong grip.

“You call yourself an inventor? Me great Grandma has rougher hands than ya.” He grinned, “I know what you’re here for, let me go grab it and send you on yer way.” The Dwarf grinned as he hopped off the platform he had stood on. Revealing his true height of about 3 ft 4 inches. Broggamyr would go on to disappear into the back room of the Astolgia Artifices. Leaving Julius waiting at the returns desk idly.​

 

[Moonberry]

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Illya Mellondew​

As the last customer departed, a tiny, almost imperceptible figure slipped in, moving with the silence of a whisper. Barely six inches tall, she could easily be mistaken for a fleeting shadow or an errant bug. The young fairy fluttered through the door, casting a curious glance back at the grumbling man with a raised brow. What was his problem anyway? Her delicate wings hummed softly, the intricate mechanisms within them turning with precision.

Illya didn’t linger. She twisted her body mid-air, performing an elegant arc before descending gracefully onto the front desk with a soft sound and quickly adjusted her goggles. Pushing them above her forehead to reveal her large, pink eyes. Her dark green hair, slightly tousled from her flight, was swiftly smoothed down, restoring her appearance to one of poised readiness.

Her eyes, bright and inquisitive, scanned her surroundings, taking in every detail before settling on Julius for a lingering moment. With her hair now in order, she cleared her throat, drawing attention to her small yet confident presence.

“Hello there! I’m looking for Mister Jebediah Astolgia. I need to have some work done on my wings.”

Her voice, though tiny, carried a note of determined cheerfulness. Illya stood with a mix of spunk and stealth, embodying the perfect blend of cute and capable.

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SixSense​

 

[SixSense]

Moonberry

Broggamyr ​

Julius Atreus Astolgia

Titles: Mundan Human, Novice Tinkerer, Tinkers Triage Owner, House Astolgia Gentry, Novice Artificer, Novice Enchanter

Boggamyr would return just in time to greet Illya, “I’ll be right with you.” The dwarf said joyfully, in both hands he held a small crate about 2 ft tall and two feet with Julius’s name attached to it. “This is for you Julius, a congratulatory gift for starting your business.” Broggamyr would smile as he faced Illya, his brow would furrow slightly. “I’m sorry mam, the Master Tinkerer is currently out at the moment and I’m afraid to say we are fully booked out for 3 weeks.” It was easy to see that Broggamyr disliked relaying the news towards the small Fae.

Julius had been observing from the side lines, perplexed by the small person that had appeared. She claimed to be looking for his dad with confident certainty. Nothing that was new to Julius who’s been around his father’s business for many years. He was more intrigued with her appearance. Despite having the appearance of a Fae creature, the Tinkerer took notes of the Construct like appendages.

“What work do you need to have done? Perhaps I could offer my assistance as I am also a Tinkerer. Broggamyr could vouch for me” Julius would smirk towards his friend.

The dwarf would glare at Julius, shocked that he would try to steal a customer then ask him to vouch. “He is a capable Tinkerer indeed. Everything he knows was learned here.” Broggamyr squandered, “if the work needed to be done is urgent. My professional advice would be to try and fix it as soon as possible before it is too late.”


TLDR: Broggamyr relays to Illya that Jebediah is not available at the moment. Julius offers his help.​

 

[Moonberry]

*＊✿❀ -ˋˏ ༻ Illya Mellondew ༺ ˎˊ- ❀✿＊*​

The tiny fae stood proudly on the edge of the desk, her diminutive form barely six inches tall, but her confidence as bold as a thunderstorm. She placed her chin in her delicate hand, tapping her foot with a rhythm that matched the soft ticking of the gears within her steampunk wings. Her eyes, sparkling like dewdrops in the morning sun, darted between Brogamyr and Julius with a mischievous glint.

Fresh from a hair-raising escape and a wild ride up to the sky nation, only to be unceremoniously booted back down to Widersia—what a day! She huffed, puffing up her tiny chest as she tried to brush off the sting of indignation. But instead of sulking, she tilted her head and examined Julius with a curious, playful gaze.

"Hmm, I s'pose beggars can't be choosers," she declared with a lilting voice that carried the melody of tinkling bells. With a dramatic twirl, she turned her back to them, revealing the intricate masterpiece attached to her—a set of steampunk mechanical wings, all polished brass and whirring cogs, fitting snugly against her back like a tiny, well-crafted backpack. "These beauties still work, but they’re becoming a bit cheeky, y’know? They wait until I’ve nearly kissed the ground before they decide to catch me. Is there any way to fix it so I don't have to drop before the mechanism kicks in? I’ve got a bit of coin stashed away, and I’m not shy about earning more, if that’s what it takes."

With a quick, playful glance over her shoulder, she grinned at the two tinkerers. Without warning, she took a running leap off the side of the desk. For a breathless second and a half, she plummeted straight down, her wings stubbornly silent, before they suddenly whirred to life, buzzing like a well-oiled machine as they lifted her gracefully back into the air. She swooped around the room in a fluid arc, the light catching the gleam of her brass wings, before she landed lightly on Julius’s shoulder.

"Think you can help me, pretty boy?" she teased, her voice sweet and teasing, with just the right amount of daring to challenge him.

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[SixSense]

Julius Atreus Astolgia

Titles: Mundan Human, Novice Tinkerer, Tinkers Triage Owner, House Astolgia Gentry, Novice Artificer, Novice Enchanter

Julius would smirk when Illya relayed her problem to him, the old man must be getting too old now. The problem at hand seemed pretty simple.

“Well, that’s no good, good that you came in now to have it fixed rather than later. A component is beginning to fail but we won’t know for sure until we take a look at it.” The crimson-haired man would pull his coat tight, “We’ll have to take a short trip over to my business, I don’t think I caught your name Miss.” he’d grab hold of the package handed to him and smile back at Broggamyr.

“Say hello to uncle Gilly and the old man for me” Julius would smirk as he looked towards the little Fae upon his shoulder. “Of course, I can help” he’d wink at her as the two exited Astolgia Artifices.

“So tell me about yourself, Career, profession, aspirations? It’s not every day I run into a fae with construct parts.” Julius would smile as he waited at a crosswalk waiting for it to signal his turn. The sun had almost set completely and the street lights had begun to light up the city, motor vehicles would whizz by the two puffing out smoke and steam. Its passengers that of a higher class and unbothered, likely going out to eat at one of the many eating establishments Clockhaven has to offer.

“Pretty isn’t it? Some people hate how loud it is but I love it, it’s like the city has a rhythm that fills me up with joy. I’ve visited places like the Grand Duchy but the charm that Widersia possesses is unmatched.” The signal would give the crimson-haired man the go-ahead and they would cross the street in unison with many others who were also cogs within the system.

The two would arrive at a workshop, clearly worn and not nearly as nice as Astolgia Artifices, “Alright we’re here!” The appearance of his establishment did not detour the young man, his eyes were practically sparkling at the site of the rundown shop.

“It's not much but it's my company, welcome to the Tinkers Traige Workshop!” Julius smirked as he put the keys into the door and twisted it. It was clear that plenty of projects were under construction along with multiple workstations for the other 4, “Apologies for the mess, we’ve just recently come together and acquired this spot not too long ago.” Julius would place the box given to him on the counter before taking off his coat and sitting at his desk. A large hammer could be seen to the side, lined mechanical gadgets to the side along with different metals and burners. The crimson-haired man grabbed onto his engineer's goggles and strapped them to his head, hed pulled open one of the drawers and grabbed a kit with tiny tools essential to the job he is about to do.

“You can come watch me work if you’d like” Julius smiled as he invited Illya to sit wherever she’d like.

Moonberry ​

 

[Moonberry]

*＊✿❀ -ˋˏ ༻ Illya Mellondew ༺ ˎˊ- ❀✿＊*​

As they stepped out of the room and into the bustling streets, Illya instinctively sought refuge in the folds of Julius’s clothing, her tiny form nearly vanishing among the layers. The world outside loomed vast and imposing, a tapestry of towering figures and echoing footfalls. She nestled herself deeper into the fabric, pink eyes darting with nervous energy, taking in the sweeping panorama with a mix of caution and curiosity.

The city of Widersia unfolded around them—a labyrinth of shadowed alleys and gleaming mechanical wonders. Illya scratched her chin thoughtfully, the soft hum of distant machinery filling the air as they walked.

"I spent the better part of the last year hiding out in these streets," she began, her voice barely a whisper against the symphony of the city. Her gaze flitted upward, catching glimpses of faces in the crowd, each one scrutinized with the wariness of one who knows what it means to be hunted. "I've seen a little bit of this place. I suppose I should explain my situation... Since your father was the one who helped me initially, it feels only right to bring my business to you."

Her voice, light and fragile, seemed almost lost in the open air, yet there was a steely resolve beneath it. "I'm actually from the Fae See of Chaeron," she continued, her tone tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia. "I... am... was a soldier? I was in the midst of battle when... I was captured. Next thing I knew, I woke up on a chopping board. Some man... with a scalpel and tweezers..." Her words faltered, and she shuddered, her tiny frame trembling as the memory clawed at her.

She fell silent, the weight of her past momentarily overwhelming her. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, almost a whisper. "I managed to escape... through necessary means. But I lost my wings. That's how I met your da."

As they entered the shop, Illya’s eyes widened with appreciation. The space was a blend of the familiar and the unknown, a sanctuary of crafted ingenuity. She nodded approvingly, her wings twitching slightly as she took in the surroundings. "It certainly feels like an upstart shop," she remarked, her tone lightening. "Homey, but still professional. Good job."

With a sudden burst of energy, she dove off Julius’s shoulder, her wings whirring softly as she fluttered down to land gracefully on a nearby desk. She stretched out her arms, clasping her hands behind her head as she strolled along the length of the desk, a playful grin on her lips. "Who's ‘we’? Not working with your old man?"

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[SixSense]

Julius Atreus Astolgia

Titles: Mundan Human, Novice Tinkerer
Character Sheet
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Julius has been surprised that Illya chose to hide in his clothing, the first thought that came to mind was whether or not this particular individual was criminal. Could his father perhaps be in some sort of partnership with the underground crime world?

Even if he wished to out Illya right then and there, she already managed to infiltrate his inside. Perhaps possessing weapons of some sort on her person, she could make light work of Julius with ease. He’d utilize his best weapon at his disposal which was coercion for the meantime. Luckily for him he wouldn’t have to ponder on the thoughts for long as the little Fae began to share her story with him. Though he heard awful things his expression never changed, a professional throughout it all until he got to the shop.

Her question of whom is we would receive a chuckle
from Julius, “Working under my father isn’t a choice, at least for the path I’m choosing.” He smirked as he continued working on the Faes wings, “I will become a world Renowned inventor, if I were to be under him then any accomplishments I make would be overshadowed by him. Instead of being known as Julius Atreus Astolgia. I’d only be known as the Son of Jebediah Astolgia. Don't get the wrong idea though, I love my father greatly. Balancing being a noble, a father, and businessman is difficult work however I always appreciate the time we spent together. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here Tinkering right now.” A nostalgic smile would appear on his face as he reminisced in the memories. He recalled showing his father some of the first mundane tech he created like remote control robots and cars. Despite his father having worked countless hours and being up for days on end, he’d always make energy to be entertained and spend time bonding with Julius.

“We is me, along with an old time friend who’s moved back to Widersia and some others who’ve gathered.” The red haired human would nod his head in the direction of a photo framed on the wall that depicted the group consisting of Eriedeth, Erich, Francois, Leina, and Erich.

Julius would turn to Illya once more, “So that’s why I’m here, we just started and the road will be tough but I’m more than ready to get my hands dirty…now back to you.” Julius’s expression would stiffen up a bit, “I’m sorry to hear your wings were clipped off. I can’t imagine how hard that might’ve been for you. However I am curious, whom exactly are you hiding from? You could always go to the authorities since you are protected under Widersian Law. I can’t help but wonder why you must feel the need to be so alert?” ​

 

[Moonberry]

*＊✿❀ -ˋˏ ༻ Illya Mellondew ༺ ˎˊ- ❀✿＊*​

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Illya gave a start as the man's hands started their delicate work on her wings. But she remained still. Listening to his words absently. She followed his gaze to the portrait, admiring the camaraderie in the photo. At his question though she sighed.

"I did think of that.... but as it were. The daughter of the man I defended myself against.... she's pretty well off. She's got money to spare and there are always plenty of goons to hire. And who's going to believe a supposed deserter. If I went up to the authorities, they'd put me in a jar and hand me over to Agnes. That snot nosed spoiled brat. But...I've got to deal with it somehow. I can't go home if she's dead set on getting me to stuff as one of her trophies..." The little pixie shuddered, falling silent for a moment. "Sorry to talk about my troubles so much. Your da' was a real-life saver when I was desperate. You're really helping me out here." She did her best to remain still for his work. Falling silent, which was a touch odd for the little pixie. Her eyes focused in on the wood grain of the desk she stood on, as Julius administered his skills.

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[SixSense]

Julius Atreus Astolgia

Titles: Mundan Human, Novice Tinkerer
Character Sheet
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Julius held his expression firm as he listened to Illya, questioning the truth of her story. His father always said there are 3 sides to a story and he only possessed a piece of it right now. Still, when it came to wealthy and Influential people, the depths of their power were unknown. Julius nodded his head, “Hm, a soldier who defended themselves against a man with great wealth and power. You managed to escape but not at the cost of your wings. Must’ve been a pretty gruesome battle.” Julius interjected his thoughts as he continued to work on the flight mechanism, a magnification apparatus would fling open from one of his tools. Granting the Astolgia man improved sight to work.

Eyes would flash open as Illya mentioned the daughter in question. “The only Agnes I know belongs to the Coldiron Family, and her father has passed. I’d hope there is no correlation there.” Julius would humm as he continued, the tension building up within. Was this Fae as trustworthy and innocent as she seemed, or had Julius been servicing a criminal this? If this were to be true, does his father know about this and choose to do nothing? Perhaps there was more to the story, though it seemed unlikely. There is a chance that Illya was truly a victim, it would explain why she doesn’t possess organic wings.

“You must trust my father and me as well to tell me such a story. I can’t help but wonder why you would want to tell me when you just met me, Miss Illya. After all, you know very little about me.” Julius would smile.

After a moment the doorbell would ring, Julius pondered as to who might arrive at such a time. Perhaps they saw the lights on and needed some emergency work done. A more pessimistic thought would be that the authorities or someone on Agnes’s payroll came to collect the fae.

“Excuse me while I get this, don’t worry I won’t rat you out, I promise.” Julius would boop the fairy on the head as he walked to the door. As he looked through the other side of the door he noticed an equally tall man wearing a tophat with goggles on it. Their crimson hair would streak down from the side, connecting with a thick beard of the same hue.

“What a surprise” Julius chuckled as he opened the door, “Good evening to you old man, are you lost?”

Jebediah Astolgia

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“Hmm…Is this the Tinkers Triage company? I believe I have a gift for a man named Julius” the smile he returned was warm and inviting as Julius invited him in. “I’ve brought you your favorite. Some Strawberry shortcake from the Elf bakery shop within the town square.” Jebediah would smile back as he flashed the cake. The man would gaze around the workshop with admiration and nostalgia as he dragged his fingers across the wooden posts situated around the workshop. From his position, he had yet to notice Illya as he was still near the storefront and Illya was conveniently situated behind a box of tools.

“This takes me back to when I started Astolgia Artifices, the smell of old wood, and the dreams of innovation. A much simpler time, where I just invented day in and day out and nothing more. Congratulations on taking your first big step, this is only the beginning but cherish these moments. Once you get to where I’m at, it won't ever be this quiet again.” he smiled, “Speaking of which, I didn’t only come here to give you a cake but we need to talk about the future.” his face would turn a bit more serious as he looked his son in the eye.

“Do you have a moment?”

Moonberry​

 

[Moonberry]

Illya squirmed slightly under the press of the tinkerers finger. But gave no real vocal complaint. When the bell rang and Julius walked away, she couldn't help the curious glance over her shoulder at her wings. She was eager to test them out. But the voice that greeted Julius sent a jolt up her spine. She kept herself pressed up against the little bag and random knick knacks on the desk. Hiding from the man who'd entered the store. She recognized him. As she'd spent a little bit of time with the man. He'd been kind enough to grant her the wings after hearing her sob story anyhow. With a small promise of a minor fortune from her family. Once she'd reconciled with her family. Since she was supposedly MIA or deceased. Her first priority really should be to find the Fae army and return to duty. She rubbed her head with a small sigh, straightening her goggles and smoothing out her hair. No matter. This could be settled with the honest truth. She'd told it to Julius. Though it seemed obvious he didn't believe her. The only issue was...She hadn't told Jebediah about killing Angus Coldiron. She'd explained desperately that she'd been captured and tortured. Her wings had been torn off. But in fear of noble power, she'd left certain details out. She'd planned on coming clean about the whole ordeal when she came in to have them fixed. Dealing with the son had only been a sidetrack.

Still though she curled up beside the books, thinking desperately how exactly she was supposed to explain that she'd murdered a noble. She'd just told Julius. It shouldn't be that hard. Why did it feel like she was speaking to a judge and jury suddenly? Her tiny body shivered with anxiety as she listened to the two men speak. She kept quiet for a moment, uncertain if making herself apparent was the right thing to do here. But as the man spoke to his son, she considered the options from her past life as a junior lawyer. It would be better to come out and tell the truth and apologize for omitting that in the past. Than to wait and listen to any possible accusations. She found her self stuck between the two choices. Anxiety keeping her frozen amidst the discussion between father and son.

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