xistentia | wedding log

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wedding log

Characters: Aymeric, Era, Estinien, Loki, and whoever the heck else wants to show up
Summary: finally a proper wedding with a party and everything.
Date(s): May 5th
Warnings/Notes: gross smoop

☘ CEREMONY - 3 o'clock

The ceremony itself was small and simple. A few wooden benches in a forest clearing that guests can seat themselves on, the aisle between them covered with a thick white fabric with blue petals scattered over it and thistles placed along its edges.

It was a tradition that bride and groom not see each other before the ceremony and she was more than happy to follow it. Loki had helped her with her make-up and Estinien with her hair while she set her outfit to a glamour plate in preparation. Just outside the clearing was when she changed into her dress, both excited and unspeakably nervous.

When it started, Aymeric was waiting and Era didn't disappoint.

Loki guided her down the aisle toward her husband, where he stood more handsome than ever in a more modern white suit under the floral archway she crafted. Estinien was there by his side, armor conspicuously absent, though so was his scowl.

It was a whirlwind from there. Aymeric's vows were as eloquent as always. Era's were a simple 'I love you'. It suited them both.

They placed their rings on each other's respective fingers for the second time, and then Aymeric scooped her up to kiss her.

From there it was just a matter of moving on to the reception.

☘ RECEPTION - 5 o'clock until ???

The reception is an interesting mix of old fashioned and modern aesthetic, hosted at Mandy's Masquerade. Lit mostly by fairy lights and candles, the colour scheme is predominantly shades of blues and whites. There are no set tables as there were no set number of guests, but the tables and seating have been moved more out of the way to provide ample room for dancing.

Instead there is a buffet of all sorts of foods and no shortage of sweets. There is also, of course, an open bar.

Music is provided by Rosie, as Era trusts her friend's skills as a DJ.

Go nuts, Xistentians.

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[At the end of the ceremony, as it's time for Era and Aymeric to head toward the reception area, there is a smallest interruption.

A flash of white in the trees. The faint clip of hooves daintier, smaller than any horse. The glint of a single long, white horn from the animal's head. Era could recognize the shape of the creature anywhere: a unicorn, moving in the distance. It pauses to stare at her through the trees for a moment, a few dozen yards off. Motionless as a caught breath.

Then it beckons gently, a bob of its slender head.]

[ It's not a short journey from the area the unicorns favour to the clearing they're in at the moment, so Era is more than surprised to see one of them here. Pleasantly so, of course. A smile has been all but glued to her face the entire day thus far but it widens at the familiar sight.

She's married now though - not that they weren't married before. It's just that now it feels even more official and Era is loathe to abandon her husband so shortly after their vows. But she's also loathe to ignore a unicorn.

It beckons to her and Era practically quivers in her excitement to go to it. She turns to look at Aymeric and offers him a soft smile. He returns it with something a little broader, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go. Her smile widens as well and she breaks out into a careful run toward her visitor, doing her best not to let her skirts catch on any branches.

She stops a respectful distance away and bows her head in greeting. ]

[Much like the Hypogriffs of a different canon, the unicorn takes a moment to process the gesture as the girl delivers it to it. Then, after a moment, it bows its head down low, its pale mane sweeping the forest floor as it does so. It then casts its attention back the way that Era had come for an instant, as if checking that Aymeric is still out there. Its body and face are inscrutable.

Then it abruptly steps backward, turning. Motioning for her to follow. Its agile step doesn't make it easy-- one sudden turn and it nearly vanishes around the big, shaggy trunk of a willow tree, albeit fortunately not the type that literally eats its kind.

It whickers to her just once, as if to reassure her-- that it won't be far.]

[ It seems this unicorn is keen to continue surprising her. Era hadn't expected a bow in return, it had just been meant as a polite greeting and show she meant no hostility. When it glances back to Aymeric - no matter how quickly - Era's attention wavers to her dearest friend as well. He's there, curious and smiling. Supportive as ever.

When it moves it's quick, though Era is accustomed enough to how agile unicorns are, whether they be Xistentian or Eorzean. She moves to follow, pausing only to glance back at Aymeric once more. They make eye contact and Era smiles reassuringly, offering a small wave as if to say see you soon.

Then she hikes up her skirt and follows with a swiftness that only years of arduous adventuring can bring. Even if it hadn't made a sound to reassure her Era would have trusted the beautiful creature, though she appreciates that it makes the effort. ]

[Flicker and run.

Another flicker, another step.

Another sudden turn.

And suddenly, the unicorn is gone. But in its wake, it has left her an odd marking on the wide trunk of an old, mossy tree. The figure has been unmistakably carved into the surface by a horn— though uniquely, instead of the raw, orange look of injured wood that she's seen a hundred thousand times before, there are already tiny budding flecks of greenery growing into the carving, promising to cover it fully soon.

It's nothing she's ever seen before. Birdsong emanates overhead. For the briefest instant, she thinks she catches a brief glow, reminiscent of her encounter with the strange boy on Blackavar Island months ago. Only this one is without color, and without a word spoken by her.]

[ That's somewhat disconcerting. It's enough that Era begins to doubt it really was one of the unicorns she was so familiar with, especially when she thinks she catches sight of a glow between blinks. But regardless, it wanted her to see this and see it she shall.

Era doesn't recognize the symbol. It probably wouldn't look out of place in ancient text, though she hasn't studied nearly enough to know for sure. She looks down to where Emeraldd lingers by her side, gesturing pointedly between it and the symbol. Her daemon gets the point and leaps onto her shoulder for a better angle to record from.

The regrowth is the most curious thing to her, because this carving was not there a moment ago yet it already looked almost healed over with new life. Tentatively she reaches out to touch it, curious. ]

How strange.

[The moment Era's finger meets the rune, the image flashes through her mind. Sudden. Vivid. Brilliant white, almost searing against the usual noise of her own thoughts.

It overwhelms her senses for a moment. A glow, blotting out the feel of greenery growing under her fingertips, the happiness of her marriage, the scent of the forest around her. The corners, the edges. The shape. It's now indellible in her mind's eye. She'll never forget.

—and the next moment, it's over. Her mind is quiet. The forest returns around her, green, punctuated by birdsong. The mark she had touched on the tree has nearly disappeared from sight.]

[ Oh.

That's

disconcerting.

Once Era realizes that her mind had been taken control of momentarily she finds herself pulling her hand back so quickly one might think she was burned by the mark. She trembles almost imperceptibly. Her mind isn't protected from everything but to have all of her senses stolen from her and focused on one thing that someone - something - wanted her to... It's a dangerous thing. Different from the Echo, because at least that only affects her when she's with company or in a sanctuary. She certainly doesn't like it.

Emmy nudges her leg, breaking her from her moment of overwhelming anxiety. It tugs on the hem of her dress, then begins skip-hopping back in Aymeric's direction.

Yes. That is... the best idea. That's what she should do. Era presses a shaking hand to her breast and takes a calming breath before hiking her skirts up again and returning to her husband. ]

[ He's a bundle of nerves all the while before. While he doesn't look it, anyone that knew him could tell. It's there in subtle ways, an anxious pace or tap to his leg when he sits down that's usually otherwise absent.

There isn't really anything to be nervous about, when he thinks about it. It's not as if Era will call it off or anything quite so drastic at the last minute. It isn't fear, honestly, that has him so wound up though. Maybe this is what it's like to be giddy. The man reminisces for a moment about the last time he'd anticipated anything as much. It's been a long, long while.

She was always worth it, every moment, but he feels it extraordinarily so the moment that he sees her walking down the aisle. She's radiant as the sun rising over Coerthas snow hills, more lovely than anything he's ever laid eyes on. It's a remarkable thing, truly, to be able to call his own. To know that it's a sight he'll get to the spend the rest of his days seeing and that it'll never get old.

It does go by in a blur. Though simple, her vows make him smile broader than likely most people in Xistentia - or home - have ever seen. It's perfect, as she is, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He changes out of his white suit for the reception to something still formal enough but not quite as restricting. After all, ]

I think it's time for the customary first dance, [ he says, extending a hand to her. ] If now is a good time for my wife. [ He enjoys it, more than he thought he would, the titles that they now officially share of husband and wife. It truly didn't feel much different; simultaneously, it felt like everything was new and splendid. ]

[ Era doesn't change out of her wedding dress for the reception, though she does hook the end of her skirts to her wrist with a bracelet of blue lace. It's with that hand that she accepts her husband's offer, silken fabric like a waterfall from their linked hands. She smiles with painted lips, thrilled to hear him call her his wife out loud. Certainly they've called each other husband and wife before - they had been married in that despicable world after all, and Era wasn't going to deny that - but it's... different now.

Her hair is free of the braid Estinien twisted it into earlier in the day, now curling even more than usual around the naked expanse of her collarbone. Era had taken it to heart when Aymeric told her he preferred her hair long, and while having it twisted into a surprisingly complicated style courtesy of their friend for the ceremony... It felt right to have it loose for the reception.

She tugs on one of Aymeric's suspenders, using it to drag him closer to her then letting it go with an elastic snap that elicits a choke of laughter from her.

Dancing is one of the very, very few things in Era's life that she's enjoyed for the sake of enjoying. While there are ways it benefits her in combat, that isn't the reason why she learns whatever new dances she comes across out in the world. She likes doing something beautiful and harmless with her body sometimes. Just existing and moving to the beat of her own heart, or the melody of a bard's song.

She and Aymeric had no need to practice dancing together. Both were skilled dancers, and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to pull the other into a quick dance in their shared home. This is different though - this is their first dance as a true husband and wife, and Era finds herself eagerly awaiting it. ]

[ This is a much more markable occasion. While their marriage in Panultima hadn't been any less valid, even he recognized the circumstances were not ideal. It was a union born of necessity more than anything else. And while he wouldn't change the decision, he's glad for this opportunity to make their wedding more... meaningful.

He does think she looks lovely with hair let loose. He's also happy to see her enjoying herself in other ways, too. The snap of his suspenders draws a chuckle from him as well. It's been a process integrating into
life on Xistentia. The fashion had been a bit difficult to adjust to in some ways, but- He liked this sort of outfit well enough. Much more practical and still comfortable.

When he leads her out onto the dance floor, the music shifts to something a bit slower. Intimate. Rosie glances up and gives a thumbs up to the happy couple from behind the music booth, registering the need for a change in atmosphere. But she's back at it right away, making sure this song goes off without a hitch.

They don't need to practice. It comes as naturally as it always had but certainly feels a bit more performative than their spontaneous at home dance sessions. The man can feel all eyes on them but it doesn't make him nervous; if anything, it excites him further. A dance with his wife and everyone here knows. ]

Has everything met your expectations, I hope? [ It might be their days but, really, he'd be happiest to know that she had the day of her life. ]

[ As much as Era enjoys Aymeric in his full regalia; a vision in blue and gold, she has found she prefers him in the more 'modern' attire of Xistentia. It's comfortable, practical, and fits him in a way that Ishgardian noble wear never did. They show off the strength he understates so frequently; shoulders broad from years of swinging a sword that likely weighs more than she does. Tapered waist, sturdy forearms, slim legs, and a behind that Era is quite happy to admire while he bustles around their home.

He is beautiful, and Era likes how easy his new wardrobe makes it for all to see. ]

I am your wife, dear husband. [ She's smiling as she allows Aymeric to lead the dance. Those words combined with how she practically glows with happiness should be answer enough for him. ] Though I hope the Lord Commander will forgive me for remaining Lieutenant Ra rather than becoming his Lady de Borel.

[ It's obvious she's joking, because she knows Aymeric couldn't care less about such things. Even if he might enjoy her introducing herself as Lady Era de Borel once in a blue moon. ]

[ He likes it, too, the way that looser fitter fabrics flow delicately against scaled skin. He likes it especially when it's a new shirt of his that practically dwarves her; apparently, that was fairly common in modern times but was nothing he anticipated to experience for himself. He's glad he's gotten the chance to.

For all the ways he misses he's home, he's grateful to Xistentia for this chance to be together in a way that they likely couldn't have back home. ]

Of course, [ he says to that, humor upturning his lips. ] It might be confusing besides, everyone knowing you a certain way and that to suddenly change.

[ While he enjoys the idea of everyone across every realm knowing that she's his wife, well. He's not about to ask her to change her title since he knows that her name is just as important to her as anything else. What is a woman without her name, after all? ]

[ Era moves in closer, resting her head against the middle of Aymeric's torso. She sighs, content, and smiles into the linen of his dress shirt. ]

Lord Commander Ra.

[ For all that it's said in jest it has a nice ring to it, even if she can't imagine Aymeric as anything other than a Borel. For all that Era still doesn't understand why he loves her so... Era is selfish enough to accept it; clutch his love close to her chest. For people to be aware of her claim on him would be nice, but. Well. That is not how life goes.

She really wouldn't mind it though, taking Aymeric's name someday and being Era de Borel. For as much as she loves the name she gave herself... Being given a name would hold more meaning for her. But her identity is solidified as Era Ra, and so Era Ra she shall stay for as long as she needs. Though perhaps Era Ra de Borel would be an acceptable compromise. ]

My Lord Commander.

[ ceremony + reception ]

[ Loki is dressed primly, though closer to Era's blue shades than his usual greens, the metal on his body silver instead of gold. Such colours usually don't suit him, but he refuses to do any less for Era, his first ever friend. As Aymeric and Era recite their vows, Loki hangs back, his expression a mixture of longing and wistfulness. He highly doubts any kind of public vow of affection would ever be in his future.

During the reception, Loki finds himself a seat and a single flute of champagne, watching happy couples dance around. He wasn't in the mood just yet, but he watches, absorbing it all silently. ]

[ Era has been preoccupied with the festivities. While she hates being the centre of attention she takes her duties seriously - at least to the extent that she greets and thanks everyone who came to either of her wedding events. Aymeric is better at the formalities than she is, and it's clear that Era relies on her husband for cues about social niceties. He is tall, handsome, and while many here might consider boring... He is a good match for the Warrior of Light; able to weather the force of nature that she is with an easy grace unmatched by most.

It's because they're such a good match that Era has no qualms about deserting her husband for a while in order to visit with Loki. They had spent the entire morning together preparing for the ceremony - just the two of them, save for a short period of time where Estinien joined to put her hair in a surprisingly elegant and intricate braid - but there is no such thing as too much time with a beloved friend.

Her face is flush from more than just the rouge that's now mostly faded from her cheeks. Her smile is a permanent fixture. She's happy enough that she practically glows with it. ]

Loki.

[ Era sits herself down beside him, careful not to step on her dress as she does so. She glances at the flute in his hand with a brief moment of longing - not for the drink itself, but for the ease of drinking something you haven't prepared yourself. It is her wedding and a glass of champagne shared with one of her most treasured friends would be a delight.

But she has encountered poisoned drink too many times to be comfortable with the idea.

Instead she takes the time to admire Loki's outfit, letting her feet swing absently over the edge of her seat. Now that the ceremony is over and done with Era's nerves are infinitely less frayed. It leaves her able to appreciate the elegant robes her friend wears. Blues and silver instead of greens and gold. That he would put so much effort into dressing to match makes her heart swell with affection. ]

Thank you.

[ Loki shakes his head. If anything, he should be thanking her. She had given him, for the first time, a sense of friendship. Camaraderie. All the things Loki never knew that could be his, never believed existed for a person like himself. For once, for all his silver tongued gifts, Loki struggles with saying so. Instead he shakes his head, unable to quite meet her gaze, almost shy. ]

Nothing but the best for your day of triumph.

[ Era brings no attention to Loki's apparent shyness, understanding that friendship is new to him. That he struggles with some things. Instead she focuses on his phrasing and can't help but smile, eyes drifting to Aymeric for a brief moment. He stands out from the other partygoers not just for his stature and handsome visage, but for how happy he is. Era has never seen him so exuberant.

She returns her gaze to Loki, smile still on her face and a touch amused. ]

'Triumph'. I like that. [ And here is where she lets out a quick laugh. ] The ladies of Ishgard will be all the more bitter for my triumph. A foreign Auri woman claiming their precious Lord Commander.

[ It's all the more hilarious to Era for the fact that it was Aymeric who instigated what they now have between them. She hadn't even considered romance before, and then he was just so...

Aymeric. Sweet, thoughtful, charming, strong.

The most handsome man in all of Ishgard. And, in Era's opinion, all of Eorzea and Othard. Say what you want about his personality, Loki, but you can't say that man isn't gorgeous. ]

[ He's not going to comment on that. For his own good. Besides, he has his own romantic entanglements to deal with and those are far more complicated. ]

A shame you cannot be there to rub it in.

[ It's what Loki would do. He's still a little tempted, at times. But such things should not be spoken of. ]

[ That brings to mind a thought Era has been doing her best to avoid - returning to Eorzea and what it would mean for her and Aymeric's memories of Xistentia. ]

I hope I can remember all of this when I return home.

[ She looks to Loki, bright eyes warm and earnest. ] I do not wish to forget you, Loki.

[ It isn't a secret that one of Era's biggest fears is losing any of the memories she's made. She is missing most of her life, and almost obsessively summarizes every one of her days in journals to make sure she will always remember.

But no amount of record keeping will keep these precious memories safe should Xistentia strip them from her.

Era shakes herself of the thought. This is her wedding day. No matter what may or may not happen to this memory, Era intends to enjoy it to the fullest. ]

Sombre thoughts are unsuited for this day. Would you care to dance with me?

[ Loki blinks, caught off by that sentiment. He considers commenting on it before putting it aside for now. Instead he rises, gracefully bowing and offering her his hand. ]

My lady.

[ She follows after him, bowing in return before placing her hand in his with a bright smile. ]

My dear friend.

[ Loki's smile takes time, slow, unfurling like a flower as he whisks her to the floor. ]

So. Discussed any future plans yet?

Nothing beyond tonight.

[ And she is maybe a bit nervous about the evening's plans. She has never been intimate with anyone before, and though Aymeric would never think any less of her for it, Era fears messing up. Being inadequate.

But she's also equally excited. To experience something new and supposedly exciting with her best friend - now husband.

So... Nothing Era would speak of in public. ]

It isn't as though we can have a honeymoon. Nor can we have children. We've a home already, both here and in Eorzea. Those are the things expected of wedded couples, are they not?

[ She does hesitate for a moment before continuing, almost reluctantly: ] ...We have discussed the need to return to Eorzea

[ Loki blinks, caught off guard. He stares, a little a dumbfounded for words before he recovers himself. She's leaving and Loki already feels heartsore at the thought of it. It doesn't surprise him but it hurts, all the same. It always does. ]

I did not think that was possible. How will you manage it?

It is possible to return to your home world by choice... Aymeric and I have done so before, only to watch Eorzea fall prey to another of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s interferences. [ And this is where the issues begin. ] We wish to check up and see how things have progressed, however... I don't know if I would be able to survive another failure.

[ Physically? Sure. Mentally? Probably not. Her purpose is to keep her realm safe, yet she has failed three times over thus far. Era doesn't know if she can handle a fourth. ]

And even if things have resolved in my world, I would miss you a great deal.

[ Loki musters up a weak smile. ]

It is your world. Of course you must return to it.

[ Era gives his hand a squeeze. It's meant to be reassuring, but the faltering smile on her face isn't the most convincing. ]

Would that you could visit it one day.

[ Loki nods numbly. ]

Perhaps.

We can discuss it another time, once I've a more concrete idea.

[ Hugging is something she's grown more comfortable with over the past few months, and while she's still not great at it, Era's skill is sufficient enough. She gives her friend a quick hug, missing only two beats of the music they're dancing to. ]

I'm certain there is a way we could keep in touch, somehow. Even if it may take a while.

[ Loki smiles faintly. ]

No doubt.

[ all the doubt. ]

But such talk is best saved until after the reception.

[Tony's wearing a suit. Black fabric, lined with something that feels expensive enough, a smart bowtie, rather than red and gold metal fitted over with terrifying repulsors. He doesn't know if the effort will translate over, given the videos he saw her watching about Earth were more about creatures other than humans and rituals other than weddings. But here he is.

Alone, without a date. Trying to think of neither Shepard nor Pepper. It helps to have a reason to be here; to see Era and think, There she is, instead of to merely dwell on the glaring absence of the women that he loves.]

Congratulations, [he says, a moment later. He's already holding up a little parcel to give. It's transparent, square, plastic, but for the shiny bow stuck on the top, obscuring the view of what exactly is inside.] How was the ceremony?

Thank you. [ It's hard to tell if she's pleased to see him or not, mostly because there has been a smile on her face the entire evening. But she doesn't look at all displeased by his arrival, so it's probably safe to assume she's at worst ambivalent about his presence. ] It was lovely. One of the unicorns arrived to see me shortly after.

[ And here is where her smile falls into a pensive look for the briefest of moments. ]

It was much better than Panultima.

[Panultima. At least they can agree that that whole thing sucked. He makes a low sound of agreement.] Unicorns sounds like-- [—a whole mess of Puritanical concerns? A fairytale. Made up. Impossible. Remarkable. Fantastical. Just like this place.] —something you'd like, [he finishes, diplomatically.] Better than anything Panultima had. Something to be said for the veneer of chrome and gloss, but your party's better.

[he hands the transparent box over to her. whatever's inside of it doesn't shift around, packed snugly. the edge of it glints steel just past the edge of the puffy bow.]

Do they talk? The unicorns.

Yes, I quite like unicorns. [ The symbol of House Fortemps. It would be impossible for her to dislike them. ] The ones here are friendlier than the ones of Eorzea.

Mandy had planned most of this for me. [ And she was gone before she could see it come to fruition. Era accepts the offered gift with a bow of her head and soft-spoken gratitude. She isn't sure if she's meant to open it now or not, and so just. Holds it securely in her hands. ]

No, they don't. They're clever and personable, but cannot speak.

[Two very different people from very different worlds, fumbling around their differences. Tony opens and closes his mouth a few times, possibly swallowing back stupid comments that she wouldn't have taken kindly to. He ends up saying,] Cool, [in that awkward, abrupt way that he does when he's-- trying to be cool about something, against the worse devils of his nature.

Then he reaches-- slow, so as not to startle, offend, or presume, and moves to turn over the transparent box.] It's not exactly for opening, [he says.] Not until times get desperate. Your daemon will have to configure it when you tell it what you want it to do.

[Through the clear chassis, she can see a mess of ugly Earth technology. Circuitry, wires, a few dark LEDs. Over it, there's a framework of metal bolted together, lustrous, and oddly bright against the backdrop. The shape of it is stirringly familiar. At the base of the box, where the transparent window meets the opacity of the seal, Tony's handwriting shows in bold, legible red.

]

[ Era appreciates the slow movement as it would not have gone over well otherwise - not because she would find it rude or presumptuous, but because in her life fast movement toward her has almost always meant danger.

It's all she can do not to drop it. Instead Era finds herself gripping the small box so tightly with faintly quivering hands that it digs painfully into her skin. She had been trying to put the symbol out of her mind for the evening. There were other things to worry about without the added stress of a mysterious symbol from a mysterious unicorn under mysterious circumstances.

She struggles to find her voice. When she does it breaks on the first word, so she tries again - this time all but ripping the quiet, almost-a-whisper question from her throat: ]

Tony, what is this symbol?

[ It's the small tells that give away her anxiety - the slightest shake of her hands. The tight grip on the box. The way her eyes have widened fractionally and her breath becomes carefully measured.

Era has always worked hard at remaining as stoic as possible in the most trying of times. A strong support; unwavering and unyielding as the stones that make up the Foundation of Aymeric's home.

But there's only so much she can hide when she has had no time to steel herself and her emotions. ]

You think it's a symbol too, [Tony says, wryly. He looks down at the object, and it's only then that he notices the tremor in his hands. One eyebrow goes up, a little concerned. He reaches as if to take the box from her, separate her from the source of her distress, but then he thinks better of it. It's a question. They might be very different people, but intellectual curiosity in things that might trouble us has always been important to innovation in times of war.] I don't know.

While I was working with the material, it didn't seem like a symbol. It seemed like an anomaly of physics that never held any kind of significance back home. I figured it was unique to the fabric of reality here in Xistentia, considering the unique reality manipulation aspects that seem to be keyed into it. [He drops his arms, tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers.] But I wouldn't be surprised if it meant something more. I only looked at it from an engineering perspective.

Because it is one.

[ Era doesn't know why she's so certain of this fact. She just is. It is a symbol. One whose meaning escapes her, but she intends to figure it out later. Loki has centuries of knowledge at his disposal, and Era imagines he would be willing to assist her should she ask for his aid.

She... doesn't really understand what Tony says, entirely. But she thinks she gets the gist of it. ]

So it is a native material you found that took this shape of its own accord?

Not exactly, [Tony says.] I've been using the reality engine in my daemon to experiment with the physics of this world-- just simulations, overall. This shape seemed to hold a lot of significance. And this specific metal has unusual properties. A couple of-- dwarves, [he pauses, like he was going to make an absurd fantasy genre joke out of it, but he thinks better of it remembering who he's talking to,] dug it out of a hill toward the South, where one of the enemy ships crashed and broke through a crust of Earth. I traded for it.

Turns out, when you combine the two, the simulations get real interesting. [He pauses at length.] Wish I had more of it, so I could replicate the effects, run real scientific experiments. Make sure what I'm giving you is reliable, because I know shit can get pretty dicey out there. But this world doesn't exactly lend itself to a sterile lab environment.

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