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[ After the harrowing events at the Gallows, Tartaglia thinks he could use a break or two. Nevermind that he seems to have caught a cold somehow even though he was born and raised in the harsh winters of Snezhnaya so someone like him shouldn't be getting sick that easily, but there it is anyway. An itch in his throat. At least it's ignorable for now.

He finds himself staring at the notice board once more, looking through the available commissions. Some of them he's already gone through but there are a couple that will still pay decent coin no matter how many times he does it. Maybe he could go fishing again? That's always a decent way to spend the time, especially when he needs to clear his mind.

Or maybe he can try asking around. Some of the locals could have jobs they didn't bother posting to the board itself so it might mean the rewards could be less, but at least it'll be something.

He'll continue to stare at the board while he goes over his options. Either way, he wants something that will keep him busy.

(He'd also like something that will keep his Shadow quiet, but he's doing his best to ignore it for now too. Just like the tickle in his throat.) ]

Oh... Are you looking for a job?

[shalem asks that as if he wasn't keeping an eye on the local notice board for someone to help him out on a little quest of sorts. he can't deal with the badaliscus on his own, after all, and he's hoping this man might help-- fresh-faced restless are better than those who have been here a long time, because of the initial on his arm. which is why shalem wised up and wrapped it under his layers of clothing. if he doesn't want to fight... well, shalem will just have to find someone else. that's how this goes.]

You've been standing there a while-- nothing interesting, I take it. [well, he does know what's on that board, he's seen the jobs before.]

[ When someone approaches him, Tartaglia turns to face the person, a bright smile already in place. He laughs softly. ]

Something like that. Am I really that obvious?

[ It's true that none of the jobs look particularly interesting to him. It doesn't matter how many times he reads over the board. ]

I've done most of them already, but if you have something different, I'd be up for a change of pace.

It depends-- I might not be able to pay you, since this is for philanthropic reasons. [and also a good deal selfish.]

It also depends on your opinion of hunting dangerous beasts in the Shadowlands.

I don't need to get paid.

[ Honestly, he's more wanting to have something to do. ]

What kinds of beasts are we hunting?

[shalem pulls out his phone, and scrolls to a picture of the badaliscus he'd seen in the distance, the last time he was out in the shadowlands to check on his tethers.]

These. [he turns his phone to show the man.] They're quite dangerous, and both poisonous and venomous to boot. However, I've heard rumours of their dried skin being quite good for... certain skin conditions.

[no, he will not be elaborating on what those conditions would be. not here.

he's just happy to make it sound as if he's doing this for vanity, in case someone is eavesdropping, especially when he already has jewelry on himself, and looks like he has make-up. shalem appears soft, delicate, anyone would immediately assume he's vain.]

[ While it feels as though Claude has been in the Netherworld for a life time already, there's still plenty to grow accustomed to and learn. He's discovered that temperatures in doors can be controlled by a "thermostat", and that the heat of stoves are controlled by knobs, not flames. For the most part, it makes sense. Input command, and the electrical wiring carries it through.

Or something. He's not an engineer.

But this "microwave" is new to him. He has in one hand a packaged mean that Joonghyuk had provided him, and in the other the air of confusion and loss. He can't quite determine how to set the temperature on the device, even after learning that the time went in first.

He's stumped enough that he does what everyman dreads doing: he asks for help.

Popping his head out the door of his suite, he catches sight of a lucky ginger. ]

Hey there, do you have a moment?

[ Curiously, Tartaglia takes a peek at what's shown on the screen. The picture of the badaliscus is enough to earn a whistle out of him, obviously impressed. ]

Wow. So these things are just wandering around in the Shadowlands?

[ That sounds dangerous, especially when that's where all their doors can be found. Where their tethers are kept safely (or as safe as they could be).

His eyes narrow, but that dark expression is gone within the next split-second. ]

I'm in. How many are you looking to kill?

[ Does he seem too excited... Maybe, but a little bloodshed is always exciting for him. ]

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[ This lucky ginger is minding his own business.

He's just moved in, after all, so he needs to memorize the layout of the place just in case things happen. And apparently, things are happening right now but he'll remain blissfully unaware of it for the time being. He's more interested in how well this building is going to hold up during whatever disaster scenario he has cooking up in his mind.

It's hard to break out of a soldier's mentality, okay.

When someone tries to catch his attention, he was in the middle of inspecting one of the other new pieces of tech he hadn't seen before — it's like an "air fryer" or something — but now his eyes land on the other person. ]

Sure. [ Time to approach the guy. ] What's this about?

One should be enough, it it depends entirely on... how they struggle. Remember, we need them relatively intact on the surface to take their hide.

[and he expects that they are going to struggle a lot.

then he straightens up properly, and his tail flicks. he's found a companion for this...! and he could not be happier. (well, he'll be happier when the brand is gone...)]

I need to make a quick stop somewhere for supplies before we set off, if you're willing to wait?

[ That just makes Tartaglia smile even wider. These things sound nasty, but that's exactly what will make them extremely fun to hunt down. ]

That's fine. I'll make sure to avoid damaging them.

[ He can control himself, thankfully. ]

Where are you thinking of grabbing supplies? I might need a thing or two, so I can come with you.

I left a stash of my belongings nearby. [because he planned this! he planned waiting for someone! and he didn't want to carry a massive, heavy shield the entire time.]

But if you require something, let me know, and I can point you in the right direction.

[shalem though, he waves his hand at a nearby building-- specifically, the alleyway next to it. that's where his belongings are.]

[ Childe's paranoia is completely valid and right. Claude isn't entirely at ease being stuffed in a building full of strangers, but it does make pooling together resources and knowledge easier.

There must be someone in the building familiar with this technology that isn't Sooyoung, and while he can't gauge if Childe is from a world similar to his just by looking at him, he figures that two heads is at least better than one. ]

Just wondering if you're familiar with this device.

[ He gestures to the microwave, where the door is currently open and the meal Joonghyuk packed him is sitting inside. ]

I can't figure how to set the temperature for cooking.

Then, if you can point me to someplace I can get a weapon or two, that would be helpful.

[ If only he had his Vision, then he wouldn't have to worry about it, but oh well. He'll figure that stuff out later. He glances towards the building Shalem gestured at. ]

We can meet here once we've got our stuff?

The harbours. [shalem points in the direction of the bay, intimately familiar with that place and its location relative to him by now, given how often he has been there.]

Some weapons are not cheap... but if you're fully capable of using a dagger, I can lend you mine.

[why does he have a dagger on him? for reasons. where is it? hidden.]

[ Ah. The harbour is a familiar place to him by now. ]

A dagger's fine, but... are you sure it's okay? Won't it crumble easily?

[ He still doesn't get the whole thing with soul-forged items, but it's probably safe to assume that nothing is permanent. If weapons are costly, then he won't feel right about borrowing someone else's too. ]

It's been soul-forged, so if it cries... do not drop it. [and now shalem pulls it out of where he hid it-- in his clothing, strapped to his chest by a band.]

I bought it here, thus it was already forged in the way the local smiths know how. It was... cheap, however, enough that I can be worried about its integrity. If it breaks while you're wielding it, get behind me immediately.

[he'll just have to protect this man himself. then again... story of his life, right?]

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( the sporadic nature of powers in oblivium hasn't deterred grimmjow from improvising when needed during his fights with the restless here. to his delight, he has been able to encounter some worthwhile opponents or at least humans bold enough to face off against him, disregarding whether they have the wherewithal to do so.

there is a clear victor today, finally shattering the pattern of unwanted disruptions he has experienced with other combatants in the past two months alone.

he doesn't do it often, but he lingers behind this time. hovering above his fallen opponent, grimmjow looks down at him with a wide grin. )

Do you need me to carry you to the medic, boy? ( he wouldn't want him to die, after all. )

[ There are advantages to this arrangement, it's true. Not even Tartaglia himself can deny it, but still... Best to be wary, especially when he's still the new kid around the block. Who knows what kinds of shenanigans he'll find himself in soon enough?

(It turns out this is going to happen much sooner than he thought.) ]

Hm? [ One glance at the device, and then he shakes his head. ] I've never seen anything like it.

[ He peers curiously at all the buttons, pressing one of them. It beeps rather loudly, making him blink. ]

Maybe that's how we do it. What temperature is it supposed to be?

[ They're going to set this microwave to go on for 500 minutes at this rate. ]

[ Oh, that's right. He forgot about the crying part. He's staring at the blade silently. ]

... If it breaks, I'll just use my hands and get you a new one later. [ This way, at least, guarantees he doesn't owe this guy anything. ] I can protect myself without a weapon— it just makes things easier.

[ He sticks his hand out — for a handshake. ]

You can call me Childe, by the way. I'll meet you at the harbours in a bit, yeah?

[ Well, Childe might not be able to help him solve the problem, but at least he's another body to blame when this eventually goes up in flames.

Which it probably will. ]

I don't really understand this temperature business, if I'm being honest...

[ At least, not in relation to cooking. He did routinely control heat while making poisons, but that was using an open flame. Either he had a big flame or a small flame, there was no device with which to set the exact heat.

He tilts his head. ]

Well, it's already cooked food so it doesn't need to be cooked at 100%. Maybe slightly lower than 50% just to reheat it?

[ He's going to set it for 50 minutes, yeah. ]

[ Fighting against an opponent he had no chance of beating is more thrilling than it is humiliating. This is the most excited Tartaglia has been ever since arriving at the Netherworld, and he doesn't think there's anything else out there that can rival this feeling. It doesn't matter that he's hurting, that he has a few more bruises to deal with now— it was all worth it.

He laughs when Grimmjow looks down at him, not at all bothered. ]

No need. I can handle most of this myself.

[ Not that he makes any effort to get up, but lying on the ground seems really nice right now. Every part of him hurts— in a good way. ]

Was that your full strength?

[ Or does Grimmjow have more tricks up his sleeve? ]

( that's the spirit, boy!

grimmjow is very much the same way. he considers defeat a stepping stone towards continual growth and a new challenger to beat. it's much more exciting when encountering a powerful opponent than it is a subpar one. he can take the loss as long as he can fight them again. )

No. ( his powers fluctuate. some days, they work wonderfully; other days, they don't work at all. ) Was that yours?

[shalem allows a quick shake, before pulling his gloved hand away.]

My name is Shalem. I'll be waiting there. Don't terrorize the smiths too much while haggling, please.

[he's not lying-- he will be waiting since his detour was quite quick, just at the entrance to the harbour after checking which boats they can take back to the shadowlands. there is a thick shield strapped to his back, its bulk almost dwarfing his lean frame.]

[ Luckily, Tartaglia's only pressed one button, and that happens to be the number 5. He peers at the menu curiously as if the answer is suddenly going to leap out at him. It doesn't, of course, so that leaves him confused and unsure of what to do next. ]

But how do you lower it?

[ It's a rhetorical question at this point since he doubts the other person knows how to do just that. Usually, this sort of thing is much easier to do with an open flame but since that isn't available... ]

I wonder, could you do simple subtraction to lower the temperature?

[ There is no minus sign to indicate that this is possible. Hm. Well, trial and error, that's the only way to go. He adds another 0 to the number. It's now at 50 minutes, at least. He doesn't know that this is the case. ]

Does that look right to you?

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