Damarin
"The hammerhead took a hit, and the damarin core seems to be affected as well," the scrawny man growled as he pulled the magnifying glass on the metal bracket closer to his eye. Zetos squinted at an angle at the eye in question, which appeared massively magnified, adding to the man's dubious appearance. He jerked back from the pistol in his hand and slammed it down on the table somewhat rabidly before brushing the greasy, stringy hair from his forehead.
"Can it be repaired?" inquired Zetos, who knew as much about this type of weapon as he did about mining the ores needed to create it. They had been Domian's strength on the front lines and had more than done their job. He winced briefly at the thought and felt his fist clench under the table. Breathe. He let the pent-up air escape his lungs. Breathe. The images blurred and the small workshop returned.
"It would be easier to just replace them." growled Jubok, revealing yellow and black teeth, "An old model anyway, barely usable really. Puts you way behind compared to any other model, range, penetrating power, charging speed. That anyone even still owns or wants to own one of these things borders on miraculous."
"How much for the fix?"
"Good one.", Jubok chuckled after giving him a quick glance, "Nothing for the hero of the eighth front of course. I'll get right to work on updating the old fuse. If I may ask, though, is there any reason for insisting on this oldie of all things?" Zetos drew in a sharp breath until he returned the mechanic's gaze with his own.
"It belonged to one of my comrades. His efforts saved not only my life, but the lives of thousands and thousands of civilians. At least this memory of him should remain."
Damarin is a powerful metal on Terria that has the extraordinary ability to absorb energies and release them under certain conditions. This ability makes it an essential aspect of alchemy and energy mechanics.
"Can it be repaired?" inquired Zetos, who knew as much about this type of weapon as he did about mining the ores needed to create it. They had been Domian's strength on the front lines and had more than done their job. He winced briefly at the thought and felt his fist clench under the table. Breathe. He let the pent-up air escape his lungs. Breathe. The images blurred and the small workshop returned.
"It would be easier to just replace them." growled Jubok, revealing yellow and black teeth, "An old model anyway, barely usable really. Puts you way behind compared to any other model, range, penetrating power, charging speed. That anyone even still owns or wants to own one of these things borders on miraculous."
"How much for the fix?"
"Good one.", Jubok chuckled after giving him a quick glance, "Nothing for the hero of the eighth front of course. I'll get right to work on updating the old fuse. If I may ask, though, is there any reason for insisting on this oldie of all things?" Zetos drew in a sharp breath until he returned the mechanic's gaze with his own.
"It belonged to one of my comrades. His efforts saved not only my life, but the lives of thousands and thousands of civilians. At least this memory of him should remain."
Damarin is a powerful metal on Terria that has the extraordinary ability to absorb energies and release them under certain conditions. This ability makes it an essential aspect of alchemy and energy mechanics.
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