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[panser_bjorn]

(OOM: Iorek has been keeping himself busy. Which leads directly to this post.)

The back door opens, revealing the huge, sleek shape of the armored bear as he drops to all fours and pads over towards the Bar, a flat piece of wood a couple feet across held carefully in his fearsome jaws. As he gets to the Bar he rears up onto his hind legs. Taking the

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[will_scarlett]

Will knows his should go up to his room and rest, but moving still hurts with his cracked ribs and thinking about various things.

So he's going to the Bar to get another ale when he sees the sign and slowly reads it then blinks, looks at Iorek, blinks again, takes a drink of ale and repeats the process.

[panser_bjorn]

The bear looks at him, black eyes peering from within the deep slits cut into the wedge-shaped helmet. Slowly he raises the earthenware jug to his mouth and takes a slow drink of water. Seeing Will still in the same confused state when he lowers it, he nods.

"Good day. Seems like you want to ask something." His voice is deep, rumbling but clearly articulated. And strangely flat, devoid of tone or emotion, just like the black eyes.

There's a feeling of physical power, of huge violence barely held in by intellect that may be familiar from other Milliways patrons, but strangely enough, the feeling isn't one of threat, exactly. More like watching a thunderstorm or a blizzard from a safe distance.

[will_scarlett]

Will began the day back in Nottingham, having two wanna be bounty hunters attack him, the violence is familiar, its more the large bear in armor that's got him at a loss.

In the end, years of polite upbringing, well cuffs from lords win out and he bows to Iorek and grimaces at his ribs,

"Forgive me.." He stops to read the sign again, "Lord Byrnison, I meant na offense."

[panser_bjorn]

"You are wounded." He points out a tad flatly. These human things, the titles and ceremonies, still disconcert him. "You shouldn't bow like that. It must hurt."

The armored bear tilts his head slightly, regarding Will in a thoughtful way for a moment. "You didn't offend me. I realize, from what I have been told, there are people from many different places here, and not all know of the Panserbjorne." To be true, he doesn't seem the least bit offended. But then again, he is quite hard to read for a human.

[shadowsfound]

Bears in armor.
That's not the strangest thing Kevin's seen, but unusual enough to
hold his attention. He's not afraid, though cautious, as he'd usually be with
anyone who looks that ready for a fight. Their shape doesn't matter.

He watches from his own table, as Iorek sets up the sign.
When Iorek passes by, he speaks up politely. "Good morning."

[panser_bjorn]

The bear lifts his head slightly and then nods, stopping on his way to a table.

"Good day" His voice is slow, deep, flat and devoid of any evident traces of emotion. The black eyes that peer from deep within the slits cut into the triangular-shaped helmet are likewise neutral.

[shadowsfound]

Kevin's relieved, though he tries not to let it show. "I'm called Kevin Ford," he introduces himself. He considers the sign. "That should get their attention soon enough, I'd think... I was told there are two smiths who share the forge now, named 'Captain Ryan' and 'Zuko'. Both are human.
Did you craft your armor yourself?" he asks, curiously.

[panser_bjorn]

"I am Iorek Byrnison, Kevin Ford." The bear's gaze follows Kevin's, and then goes back to his face.

"I expect it will." A thoughtful nod as he records the names for later. A captain. There seem to be a lot of soldiers around, all in all.

"Yes, I did." No pride, not really any hint of emotion in that deep rumble of a voice.

[princeinexile]

...considering what Zuko thinks of Ryan -- and what a funny mood he's been in lately, the poor, Mary Sue Addled Prince is-- well, a little bewildered by the sign.

And then he finds the bear.

"...you're Iorek?" he hazards, uncertain how one addresses a bear. (And it's just-- a bear. Not a platypus-bear. Just a bear. Like, an EARTH BEAR. Only. Not. It apparently makes signs. Weird.)

[panser_bjorn]

Yes, well. Aside from the sign, the dark metal armor that he wears, made of interlocking and hinged plates, some almost one inch thick, would seem to point to that. Or the fact he's drinking from an earthenware jug which he holds with one long claw hooked through its handle. Not too bear-like any of that.

And of course, the fact that he speaks in a low, rumbling but perfectly articulate voice is another little factor.

"Yes, I am Iorek Byrnison. And you are?"

[princeinexile]

"One of Milliway's smiths," says the boy with fire behind his eyes.

Yes, he's not like an earthbear. But he's not -- well, he's nothing like what's in Zuko's world, either.

"You were seeking use of the forge?"

[panser_bjorn]

Iorek nods, regarding the strange boy before him. It's still odd to see so many humans without their daemons around, but he is far less shocked than a human from his own world would be.

"Yes. I need to work, so I can pay the Bar for... Her services." There is a moment's hesitation before addressing an inanimate object as a 'she', but since those he has spoken with before have done so...

[captainryan]

[OOC: Mun is totally going to bed because it's 3 AM, and she does realize this is several days late. However, she will totally be around to pick this up tomorrow, if Iorek-mun doesn't mind the wait?]

It doesn't take long for the other blacksmith of Milliways to notice the sign, either. Well, to be fair, he noticed the bear first (and did a double-take) and then the sign, which is why he's now approaching the bear.

"You're Iorek Byrnison?" Ryan asks, a shade on the wary side. Cos, you know, big ass bear.

[panser_bjorn]

[OOC: It's perfectly fine, we may pick it up in slowtimes since our schedules don't seem to match much?]

The bear's black eyes regard Ryan from within the deep slits cut into the wedge-shaped helmet of his armor. Their gaze isn't exactly cold, but calmly devoid of expression. You couldn't read in those eyes any more than you could in the sheer face of an ice-cliff.

"Yes, I am Iorek Byrnison." His gaze moves briefly from Ryan to the sign on the bar, only to return to Ryan.

[captainryan]

[OOC: Slow = love!]

Ryan halfway depends on scents to tell him the expression of those he's speaking to, anyway. Not that bear scents are exactly like human scents, but they're similar enough that he'll know if he's upsetting the creature.

He hopes.

"I'm Captain Richard Ryan, the night smith. What were you interested in, exactly?"

[panser_bjorn]

The night smith. An odd system for shifts, but one he can accept easily in this place.

"Two things, mostly, as I said to the other smith, the young man who looks somewhat like a Tartar." The voice is deep, rumbling but perfectly articulate, though the lack of emotional tones is a tad disconcerting. "My armor needs maintenance which I need a proper forge to do, and I am a smith. I enjoy my work, and it's something to do to keep myself occupied."