ht_josiah @ 2006-03-03T12:15:00

2006-03-03T17:15:35Z

3/2/2006

02:58 PM
Logfile from Josiah.

MetalCraft Area

The air in this room ripples with the heat rising from the four forges. Three large forges are spaced evenly along the room's length, flanked by a row of anvils on each side, six per forge. Standing near each anvil is a sturdy wooden table already blackened from the soot and heat of tools and iron. Along the two main walls are racks of tools that reach to the high ceiling. Vats are clustered in trios, each vat of a group containing oil, freshwater, or saltwater. The back of the room contains a smaller forge used for delicate work.

Baskets set into the wall are filled with sweet-smelling herbals.

You see Forge here.

Sato is here.

Take two: If Josiah can't study without distractment in the lounge, he'll just study where the sound of forges and machinery can drown out any and all noises, right? Peculiar, but it works for him, for some reason. He's currently situated off in one corner, body propped on a bench while several books sprawl out in front of him on one of the work benches. Fingers quickly scribble out notes with a stylus into his notebook while the index finger of the other flips pages.

Sato arives sulkily in the Metal area. A bad day as ever there had been. He walks over to the firre for a few seconds poking at it with the poker before taking a long piece of metal and thrusting it into the flames as if it had done him some grave dishonor.

Eyes only flicker up briefly before returning to his notes. But, sensing distractment in the near future, he finishes the page he's on, closing the book before the notebook as well follows in suit. A sigh emits while elbows slide onto the table's top, both hands reaching back to clasp behind his neck.

Sato looks over at the boy and his notebook. Eying the boy he turns annoyed back towards the fire studying it. Hearing the sigh behind him the bad tempered smith turns around and studies the boy behind him. "Is something wrong?!" he asks a bit more defensively then he had originally planed.

"I think -I- should be the one asking -you- that," Josiah quietly observes, making the point with raised brows. Consider it a challenge of sort. He sits up now, pressing his hands to the edge of the table while leaning back to crack (or at least attempt to) his back, twisting it to either side.

Though he thought he was being decrete, a grait many of the apprentices had indeed notice the change in the usualy sarcastic and happy tones of Sato. "I don't know what you are talking about." he lies despite the fact that he did indeed very well know that Josiah was at the least refering to his present attitude and maby other times as well?

"Then neither do I." Two can play this game. Josiah merely offers a roll of his shoulders before he lowers himself from the stool, starting to align his books on top of one another, if only to turn around and put them in his rucksack instead.

Sato shuffles uncomfortably on his feet for a minute or so watching the movements of the other boy. "What ever..." Sato says with some annoyance in his voice. "Leave it to you to be all confusing." he says. He checks on the quikly reddening iron in the fire and then turns agian to look at Josiah. "So what are you doing any way?" he asks in a brave attempt to salvage some part of the conversation.

"How am I confusing? My words are very articulate and I'm speaking in complete sentences, aren't I?" Way to be literal, Josiah. The jest causes the younger boy to grin a bit before shoulders shrug once again. "I was studying." It was plain as day, afterall. The rucksack is given a pat before it's shifted onto the table, his body resettling on the stool for the time being.

"Yah... well perhaps that is wise." Sato says trying to be less combative. Turning around he enspects the Iron rod studying it. Finding that it was not yet hot enough he pushes it back in and then pokes the fire. "What is it that you are studying at the moment.?" he asks.

"The same thing I was studying before. That, and the properties of different types of metals and alloys and how they react to different variations of heat." What a little scholar he is. "I'd rather get ahead than fall behind," Josiah adds, using his rucksack as a pillow of sort now while arms wrap around it.

Sato looks impressed at Josiah. "That is a good philosiphy to have. I know that I am not much older but I wasn't so opened minded to studing to long ago." Smilling for the first time sato chuckles at the memories of days past. "I spent most my time tormenting my enemies and freinds with pranks."

"Pranks?" The idea seems almost foreign to Josiah, which might be why he regards Sato with a single brow raise. "Well, fortunately for myself, I don't have many enemies." None that he knows of, anyway. "Not that I'd find torture a humane thing to do." Yes, he takes it in the literal sense.

Sato laughs loudly. "My dear josiah! Do you think that I condone torture? Why what must you think of me....?" he asks still chuckling. His mood having changed for the better Sato turns and adresses his fellow apprentice with a proud stance. "No... I can't say that I have many enemies iether. I use the terms lightly my friend." He turns agian and inspects the fire.

"Sarcasm. He's our friend. You should meet him sometime," is Josiah's retort, perhaps with a bit roll of his eyes. "And please don't call me dear. You make yourself sound like an auntie. Seriously."

Sato flings his hand dismisvly at first but when he is refered to as auntie.... "wha?!?! what a insult. But come.... Surely there are far better insults then that!? Besides I am just trying to me nice." he says looking into the eye of Josiah. For a moment or so Sato considers wrestling Josiah in a show of macho manlyness but desides better of it with all the tools and what not around.

"So tell me, do you do -anything- besides the obvious tormenting previously stated?" Josiah asks on a whim and perhaps as a change of subject, or at least as a diversion of the former.

Sato hmms. Perhaps he could tell of the glory days of staying at the weyr, the foodfights, poker nights, getting drunk. But of coarse that was before he had responcibilities. Before Teric. "Well I work and ocasionaly go out to the lake to swim. Other than that it has been a bit dull realy though. Most of my friends all stay at the weyr. There are the people here of coarse but... there is a delicate balance between a friend and aquantance. Do you know what I meen?"

"Sure." And if Josiah doesn't, he doesn't give any indication. It's better than making the other boy try to explain himself. "My friends are all nearby. At Ista Hold, anyway. Most are in the Harper Craft." Which is where he -would- be had he not gone out on a whim. "I'm more concerned with getting my apprenticeship over with than anyting, however."

Sato looks curiosly at the face before him studying it. "Why is that do you enjoy the time here with the craft?" he says probingly.

"Have I ever said that?" It's true. Josiah's never technically vowed his love for the craft. "I'm still new. Give it time and perhaps I'll find enjoyment and self fulfillment within the craft. "I tend to like trying new things out as opposed to what I take for granted."

Sato sighs. "Oh well you just made it sound like you were in a hurry to leave the hall. The way you said getting apprentership over with it just made me think.... But no matter. I think I am going to worry about this tommorow." he says and he graps the tongs and pulls the bright orange iron from the fire and places it in the barrel of watter near by. The result is a loud hissing of steam mixing with the air in the room. After it was sufficiantly cooled, Sato places it on next to the fire. "I am going to go get some food. I will see you later." he says politly. "You comming ?"

"A journeymanship brings better things to one's life." With that, Josiah shakes his head, "I'm all set for now, thanks." He does shift himself off of the stool, hoisting the rucksack up onto his shoulders. "I'm gonna go study." In a new location. Somewhere. Out there.

Sato goes home.

A short scene between Josiah and Sato

2006-02-28T20:40:44Z

2/27/06

11:59 AM
Logfile from Josiah.

Crafter's Lounge

Books line the walls of the lounge, the rows of spines broken only by doors to the hall and the Craft Master's office and several windows that can be opened to let in a breeze on warm summer days. Worn but comfortable chairs are scattered in clusters around the room, most paired with a side table or other surface for books or whatever. At almost any hour of the day a few hardy souls can be seen relaxing or studying around the room, and the litter of books that were not put away is usually fairly well maintained. A comfortable and well-used room.

Baskets set into the wall are filled with sweet-smelling herbals.

Clinging to a high beam are two firelizards.

Josiah's finger is busy trailing along the bindings of each book on the shelves, head canted to the side to read the subjects. Occasionally, one is pulled out and opened up, if but briefly, before being set back.

Sato Walks into the lounge and tosses his work apron onto a armchair nearest him and walks around to the front of the chair. Ploping down he reclines back agianst the back of the chair and relaxes. Closing his eyes he becomes somewhat oblivous to those around in a effor to relax while he has time.

The oblivion might become interrupted when several smaller volume books fall upon the ground in an attempt to pull out another, having been tightly kept upon the shelf. Wincing, Josiah reaches over to pick them up, shoving them back onto the shelf as good as he can before opening up the one he really wanted. It's carried over to--his now occupied chair. Peachy. Eyes linger over Sato's form for a moment before he scoops up his own notes from beside the chair and carries them over to another chair at one of the tables.

Sato had always despised when apprentices were working instead of relaxing. Brought back to concousness by the thunder of falling books, Sato eyes the boy with a curious look trying to get a look at what ever it was that he was reading from Sato's present spot. Finding the print to small to read from the other side of the room. "What ya readen there?" he asks. Sitting up straiter he takes in the features of the boy.

"The Dynamics of Brazing," is Josiah's only response as he offers Sato a brief look with his explanation. Only then does he pull out his lump of metal from his rucksack below to set on the table above the book. "My technique is poor." But then, he's still fresh in the craft. Excusable.

Sato studies the 'lump of metal' with great intrest for sevral seconds befor laugh hartely at it. "Are you sure this is yours? Come on man! You can do better than that." he says trying to be encouraging to the young man hopeing that the apprentice would not take his laughing the wrong way. "That looks like one of Taslyan's creations!" he says eyeing it once agian and looking up at the boy. Climbing from his chair he walks over to the boy and sits next to him.

"It was my /first/ go at it," Josiah replies drolly. The object is picked up once again, fingered in his hand for a moment before it's tossed back into his ruck. The book in front of him is closed as well and tucked away, along with his notes. "I need to go." Go elsewhere? Go to the bathroom? He doesn't specify, but he does push his chair back to stands and makes his way out without a look back.