Retrace 7 || [Accidental Video]
[At first, there is just blackness. There is audio, but the sound is oddly muffled. One voice is distinctly Break's lilting tone.]
I need it now, you see! There's no time to waste.
[The other man speaking, however, is a stranger.]
"Yes, well, I can hook you up fine, Mister, but it'll cost you. Fifty ivories."
[A pause, along with a small "hmmmm" from Break as he considers.]
It's fiiine merchandise, friend, but I don't knooow. It's not exactly the highest cut, is it?
"All right, okay, so it isn't, and it ain't brand new either, but it does the trick. Jennie always slept like a rock when I put her on it. How about forty ivories?"
[Break hmmms some more and shifts his weight, which causes the Forge to jostle in his pocket. Then the merchandise comes into view. It's a small child's bed, white-framed and painted with a fairy decal, and has matching pink bedding. The stranger Break is speaking to stands beside it is a decent-looking middle class native. He seems earnest enough, although a bit wary talking to a strangely dressed white-haired Scorched. Especially when Break bends over the bed and starts running his hands over it.]
"Jennie outgrew it last winter, but it's sturdy wood, great workmanship, and hardly has a scratch on it. Really, forty ivories is a steal."
[There's a pause, the hands retract from sight, and the feed focuses back on the man's torso.]
Thirty-five and it's a deal, my good sir!
[There's some fumbling and the feed goes back to black, sinking down into the pocket. The two men engage in more muffled chatter and then there's the jingling of coins as Break hands over the money.]
"I can get my sons to deliver-"
No need, no need! I've got it, don't worry.
[Some jostling and the Forge dislodges from its place in his pocket and clatters to the ground. Now there's the image of Break hoisting the small bed over his shoulder, a very satisfied grin on his face. The man, who had been turning back to close the door to his cellar, points toward the device.]
"Mister, you dropped your... ah..."
[Break hesitates and looks down, puzzled for a moment. His eye does not quite follow the man's pointing. After a moment, he seems to comprehend, and smiles again.]
Oh yes, the Forge! Be a dear and pick it up for me? I've got my hands full now~!
[The man frowns, but he returns and bends down to pick up the device. Unskilled hands inadvertently press buttons and the feed abruptly cuts.]
I need it now, you see! There's no time to waste.
[The other man speaking, however, is a stranger.]
"Yes, well, I can hook you up fine, Mister, but it'll cost you. Fifty ivories."
[A pause, along with a small "hmmmm" from Break as he considers.]
It's fiiine merchandise, friend, but I don't knooow. It's not exactly the highest cut, is it?
"All right, okay, so it isn't, and it ain't brand new either, but it does the trick. Jennie always slept like a rock when I put her on it. How about forty ivories?"
[Break hmmms some more and shifts his weight, which causes the Forge to jostle in his pocket. Then the merchandise comes into view. It's a small child's bed, white-framed and painted with a fairy decal, and has matching pink bedding. The stranger Break is speaking to stands beside it is a decent-looking middle class native. He seems earnest enough, although a bit wary talking to a strangely dressed white-haired Scorched. Especially when Break bends over the bed and starts running his hands over it.]
"Jennie outgrew it last winter, but it's sturdy wood, great workmanship, and hardly has a scratch on it. Really, forty ivories is a steal."
[There's a pause, the hands retract from sight, and the feed focuses back on the man's torso.]
Thirty-five and it's a deal, my good sir!
[There's some fumbling and the feed goes back to black, sinking down into the pocket. The two men engage in more muffled chatter and then there's the jingling of coins as Break hands over the money.]
"I can get my sons to deliver-"
No need, no need! I've got it, don't worry.
[Some jostling and the Forge dislodges from its place in his pocket and clatters to the ground. Now there's the image of Break hoisting the small bed over his shoulder, a very satisfied grin on his face. The man, who had been turning back to close the door to his cellar, points toward the device.]
"Mister, you dropped your... ah..."
[Break hesitates and looks down, puzzled for a moment. His eye does not quite follow the man's pointing. After a moment, he seems to comprehend, and smiles again.]
Oh yes, the Forge! Be a dear and pick it up for me? I've got my hands full now~!
[The man frowns, but he returns and bends down to pick up the device. Unskilled hands inadvertently press buttons and the feed abruptly cuts.]