Mechanical Me

@♅ Felix ¥ Shades of pink coat the mute man's face, and he makes quick work of the tears that threaten to sip out. Once his sleeve drys his eyes, Daesung smiles again, places the cake on the counter beside him, and then embraces his ethereal companion. With his hands, he gestures to the SSL sign for thank you. He then holds up a finger and informs you to wait here. Daesung runs upstairs and retrieves two plates offering to share the desert. 'Follow me,' He gestures, making his way out to the patio just outside the workshop.

@დ Kang Daesung Felix happily gestured to the baked treat while watching Daesung's organic reaction. It brought happiness and light into the not so lighted shop. "Yeah! All yours Daesung! I hope you enjoy it well." The water that dare glossed in the mute's eyes immediately had the angel circle his arms around Daesung, careful not to smash the cake between them. "Happy birthday, Daesung. I hope this one will be memorable to you. Please don't cry."

@♅ Felix ¥ The shifter turned over his shoulder with a welding torch in hand and large goggles. Confusion plagues him until he recognizes the angelic figure in the shop. His smile beams wide, and he places his equipment on the workbench when he approaches to satisfy his curiosity noticing the parcel in your hands. A finger points to the box and then back to himself, not believing you'd taken the time to make him something, let alone celebrate his birthday. It had been many years since he'd been anyone had remembered including himself. Warmth spreads through him, touched by the act. He holds the cake in his hands, and without his permission, his eyes began to mist over before he can control his emotions.

@დ Kang Daesung The young angel had a box in his hand on his way to the mute shaper's place of work. He figured he would be in here so it didn't hurt to try to find out right? And if he wasn't here at the time of Felix's arrival, he would make a note and leave it where perhaps the shifter would easily find it. But light came to his features when he stepped into the shop to find the mute male already in his natural habitat.
"Daesung!" The young angel beamed holding a box tight and secure so it would get droped. He had placed it on a table in front of older man, giddy to see how he would react. "This is for you. I made it myself. I do hope you like it."

()https://64.media.tumblr.com/ee5c66fa8274b80c7b31827127570aa6/dca2eda138464f84-68/s640x960/61075cef326f4c5b832a6688eb895721e7c772e5.jpg

@☠ Christian Yu ¥✔ [SH] The tinker wrinkled his nose, and his eyebrows knit together at your claim. Without warning, Daesung shifts out a tentacle and slaps you on the back of the head for the preposterous thought. Hand motions rapidly flash as he gestures out. "What. nonsense. are. do. you speak of. "If .I .found .your .presence .burdensome, .do .you .think .I .would .extend .an .invitation .for .you .to .live .with .me?" That signature smile beaming on his lips as he hooks an arm around your shoulders, reconnecting his stare with the vase world before him. "I'm. Leaving .Central. soon. Christian. I'm. going. away. for. six months. to. travel. the world." Daesung finally informs, wanting to tell his housemate after months of contemplation.

@დ Kang Daesung "...I'm sorry I took so long." Christian spoke aloud as his tired frame moved to stand beside them. The breath in was a long one, then out. Tattooed arms cross over his own chest as a means to self soothe;"Could say I needed some adventure, try to find myself. Didn't want to burden you with being a wild.. mess." Odd eyes look to the city below with the occasional twinkling lights, at least from what he could see in his good eye. Still, he didn't feel much like looking out at the world below, but rather at his friend and savior. A subtle, mused grin curves to the one side while a nasal exhale sounds;"You look a bit.. scrunched." There's appreciation for Daesung, not just for saving him from his slavers, but always seeming to patiently be around. Christian didn't have the gall to think the man waited around for him specifically, he wasn't that type of.. creature. "..Are you.. coming to bed soon..? Or, something on your mind too?"

Kang Daesung presses his palm against the door frame, allowing it to swing and sway. The bell in the entryway sounds off, and the sound of his boots squeaks the old wooden floorboards. A lazy yawn swipes through him, and a weak hand tussles through his lacks. A sip of coffee passes through his lips, and some drinks through the corners of his lips. He plops his mug on the work counter and then flickers on the lights. "Good morning, beautiful," He says, looking around the old workshop.

[]open to anyone

(PAYROLL DONE!)

@〄 Jeon Jungkook The Tinker's smile dissolves into frail confusion at your question, earning it an enthusiastic handshake. His eyes turn upward into crescent moons, and his smile stretches across his face. It had been months since Daesung was able to create something new without having it proven faulty in a matter of minutes. Looking at you closely, he blinks when he realizes you aren't made of mortal flesh and bone. Strong hands latch onto your face pulling you closer to him as he inspects your closer. The Tinker's inquisitive mind is reeling with glees at the master creation you are. He wonders where the Hell in Heleo would a creature of your nature even originates from.

@☠ Christian Yu ¥✔ As you ascend to the makeshift balcony on the rooftop, he gestures a few sarcastic words to you. 'It. Took. You. Long. Enough. To. Get up. here.' Daesung's warm smile cascades to you once you're finally joining him. He no sits on the roof's wooden shingles in his cream-colored shirt, which used to be white at one point. His long-sleeved arms encircling around his knees, covering the patches in his tatted leather brown trousers, but he appears comfortable all the same. His eyes focused on the blinking lights of Central's cityscape when he spoke to you. The shifter turns his gaze over to you, the impetuous smile on his face displaying his delight to see you finally.

@დ Kang Daesung *walking over towards you watching your work in progress. I looked at the work you were doing, On such a note, a finger held up towards me. Not sure what that finger meant. But it kept me to keep quiet as I looked at the finger be put down and I moved closer to you watching what you were doing. Intently looking at the little creature start moving. My gaze went towards that animal moving and scanning it, my altercations were telling me it was an alarm clock. Looking back at the man, seeing him frail his arms into the air, a tilt of my head* tell me, are you upset at what you had just created?

@დ Kang Daesung @〄 Jeon Jungkook <you have been paid for the month of Jan. Sorry that it took so long. Thank you for being active in your job and paying citizen tax. ~love, Emily>

@დ Kang Daesung "........?" Christian took time to observe Daesung, how he looked out at the night sky and seemed so.. blissful, hopeful even? A soft exhale of a chuckle airs through the nostrils, he could learn a thing or two about appreciating life. Still, as he begins his journey into navigating as a free man, he finds some semblance of safety from his Master. Still, not something he'd say out loud, but naught had followed through with their words, .. but Daesung did. There's respect for the man before him, and thus, when a hand outstretches, he complies, albeit not knowing what the point of the outstretch was. Did the man before him wish to hug his waist? Bring him down to their level? Maybe to the telescope. Either way, he comes when he's called, and looks over with a quiet odd eyed gaze, expectant to be shown what is taking his Master so long to come down to bed.

@❇︎ Park Chaeyoung Daesung's hand massaged his sore bum grimacing at the slight discomfort. Only when he noticed the glitter residue scattered on the desk did he realize he had a guess. He blinked once, twice, then a few more times, trying to comprehend what it was the girl was. Didn't take long for him to put two and two together, but it still amazed him nonetheless.

He'd only seen and heard of fairies in books; it was scarce to see them. Then again, he knew if he saw rare mythical creatures anywhere, it would be in Central. Now planted on all fours, the muted man lifted his right hand and waved to you. His expression was more perplexed than startled at this point. Unsure what else to do but fall back on his default of politeness. Hell, she might have been more scared of him than he of her for all he knew, which encouraged him to soften his expression. Nervousness soon melted away, and the usual warmth in his smile returned.

@〄 Jeon Jungkook The sound of a hammer meeting metal chimed off in the shop. The teetering noise of a whined-up followed by a click-and-pop sound echoed off the metal walls. The Tinker's tongue stuck out towards the side of his mouth, carefully aligning the pieces. Goggles sat a the bridge of his nose, giving him a wide-eyed owl look behind the frames. His index finger lifted towards you silencing your voice in an effort not to break his concentration. A smile played on his lips while staring at the robotic Monkey. He pressed his finger on the copper button on the side and watched the Monkey automate to life. It walked across the table, drumming on the tiny drum attached, then blowing a horn to showcase that it had been noon. Success, finally well earned, had Daesung shoot up victoriously, holding his hands high in the air, and the mute man silently cheered at his accomplishment in configuring his alarm clock.

@☠ Christian Yu ¥✔ A dewy starry look boasted on the tinker’s face looking up at the two pale moons in the sky. His elbow resting on the end of the telescope, and his chin lying on top of his forearm. Ever since Daesung had been freed and given the way the trials ended, he only had one question in front of his mind. ‘What did he want to do with his life now?’ He had been spending the past four years in slavery and was now picking up the reminding pieces of his life, his freedom, and his ambitions. Now, and now he was a Master. A concept Daesung couldn’t truly wrap his head around. He’d never be able to grasp the idea of ownership over another life, nor would he ever support it. Though if that meant he could keep his friend out of trouble, he was happy to take the temporary title.
Amongst the various sounds of the ticking and turning of gears in the shop below, there was one unfamiliar sound downstairs. One the Daesung would have to learn how to get used to. The footsteps of another leaving being in his residents. He turned towards you with a smile lingering on his face. One oiled and smear-stricken hand extended out towards you, gesturing for you to join him on the rooftop.

[post deleted by owner]

@დ Kang Daesung "Are you going to be up there all night too?" Christian shouted from below, and- not knowing his way around the shop, he struggled to figure out what door led to what, or if the staircase was where he thought it leaded. A prolonged wait, but eventually the ghoul makes his way up to his Master. Truth be told he didn't consider Daesung a Master, more of a friend- but being owned by the man still came with very uncomfortable territory, but there was naught that could be done other than to build on the trust which had been previously established. "I figured it out.." He commented softly, offering a small smile of victory to have found his way up, tagging along almost like a lost puppy as he had no experience on any of the 'doo-hickies' around the shop, and was unsure of what to do with his time now that he wasn't being beaten up for entertainment.

@დ Kang Daesung hello! *holds a hand up* It's nice to meet you, It seems that I will be your new apprentice. I will make sure you can count on me. Just show me what I have to do.

@დ Kang Daesung “Ohhh…this is nice.” The fairy in her own naïveté kept touching the trinkets lying around as if a child amazed by all the different sweets for her to pick. Her tiny physique paired with a glow. She was flying around so carelessly when she heard a movement, followed by a cough. “Oh brother….” Her eyes widen when she met a pair of eyes. In shock, she turned and without any thought of the consequence she rushed and hit a large tool and bounced off it. Her body went backwards but before she could even hit the ground, she changed to her human form. Her bottom harshly slammed onto the hard floor. Pixie dusts dispressed everywhere, but surely disappearing into the thin air. “Ow!” She groaned, rubbing her forehead.

@❇︎ Park Chaeyoung A loud stretch, crack, and pop of his joints sound in the room when he extends his weary limbs. He allows his head to sluggishly hang and his eyes to close for a moment. A deep international relaxing breath pauses through him as the shifter slowly opens his eyes, then he startles. He chokes on the air caught in his throat upon seeing the beautiful fair lingering in the window. Coughing, he brings his hand to his chest, slapping the oxygen-free of his throat. When successful, Daesung rubs his chest, gasping in shock, but he manages a warm smile to offer you his hand to perch on.

@☠ Christian Yu ¥✔ It was dusk, and the sun began to ascend into the lining of the Heleo crest. Daesung the Mechanic sits on his rooftop, peering one eye through the lens of the telescope. He watches the kaleidoscope of colors unify to make a Magnificant color splash of amber, lavender, and auburn on the horizon. A chilling bit from the breeze nips his skin forming goosebumps, but he was far too exhilarated to notice. His smile beams across his face long after removing his eye from the focal lens. His back straightened, and his hand confidently placed on his hip Daesung stood pride coming to the conclusive thought. He knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his free life on this Gaia.

@დ Kang Daesung [all good. And thank you]

@❇︎ Park Chaeyoung [] I'll take that thank you very much. I post a reply as soon as I can

[open]

Sick of her nagging mother and the brewing boredom of being hidden for a long time, Chaeyoung sneaked out of the house and heard of a place where all sorts of trinkets are made. Curious, the young fairy dressed in a dark cloak, hiding her identity underneath. She waited till deeper in the night and decreased into a pixie, flying about to find a small gap. She reached the roof and noticed a window ajar. A smirk formed on her lips and dove into the gap, squeezing herself in till she's inside. There, she checked out all the metals looking for something valuable.

[post deleted by owner]

@დ Kim Youngkyun ¥ Daesung lifts the goggles from his eyes turning on his feet to the new voice. Smoke marks stain his face, yet vacant from where his protective goggles were moments ago. A warm, welcoming smile paves his face nonetheless. Relief sweeps over him, feeling as if his prayers for assistance have finally been answered. Months had gone by as the advertisement had gone unanswered. The shift nods enthusiastically as he offers you his hand, taking yours in a firm grip. His accessible hand reaches into his other pocket to retrieve his self-made voice modulator. A metallic voice filtered through with a robotic greeting when placing the box to his throat. “Hey, welcome to Mechanical Me. I’m the Owner Kang Daesung, wh-owhoo hoot, might you be missater?” Annoyance takes him when the device glitches. He delivers two hard slaps to the back of the gadget, then tries once more. “Sorry about that…Who might you be, Mister? Can you tell me about your previous experiences?”

[you're a rockstar bby thank you for your patience. <3]

@დ Kang Daesung There was something about the monotonous bustle of life in this town that Youngkyun simply couldn't find himself able to get used to, no matter how many days he stayed. Ready to continue on his journey but having used a majority of the money he'd earned in his stay in the previous town as soon as he arrived here for lodging and food, he was stuck for now. Rising early to make his rounds of the town. He would look for a temporary job, he decided. At least until he was able to make enough money to continue on his way. Packing up his room and tossing his bag over his shoulder precariously as he locks the door behind him. Even though he would be back later in the day, the idea of leaving his belongings behind never set well with him. He supposed he could blame it on his nomadic lifestyle; never having enough time to fully settle down before he was off on his next great adventure. After a small breakfast courtesy of the innkeeper, a small but rough old woman who was surreptitiously curious about Youngkyuns travels and wellbeing, he was off to wander the streets. Not having any specific destination in mind, just letting his eyes wander over various signs and posters on windows and doors as he passes.

One in specific caught his eye and he paused to look at the shop for a few long moments. Mechanical me. Gazing though the window for longer than would probably be normal and appropriate, he reached up and grabbed the 'help wanted' sign that was neatly nailed to the door. Pulling it off only took a bit of effort on his part, and soon he was entering the shop with the sign in hand. He figured if he was the help, the sign would be meaningless if it were to stay in place on the door. Perhaps it would be better to not take things down of his own volition, but he had no reason to mind it too much. Walking up to the counter and placing the sign down on it before he was speaking. "I am here to work." He says rather stiffly, allowing his gaze to wander about the shop.

@დ Kim Youngkyun ¥ "Ah!" A voiceless yelp came from the Mute when the hammer slammed into the bed of his thumb. Silent swears to travel through Daesung's mind from carelessly missing the nail attempting to support his new 'help wanted sign.' The trials had taken their toll on Daesung. There were days when he had felt at his best, and yet there were darker days when he would relapse into his PTSD. As of late, it was beginning to affect his work. The dark circle painted underneath is the eyes from sleepless nights of tossing and turning throughout the night. Readjusting to life outside of servitude came as an unexpected struggle for him. He hadn't had time to look for a new permit resident, so he'd been making due to sleep at the shop. His appetite would fluctuate daily, resulting in inconsistent meal times or none. Not to mention the heavy blow of briefly having access to his voice only to be crowned a champion granted freedom yet still a residence slave of his own specialized personal hell...But he continues to push forth, smiling through it all.

Red and throbbing, Daesung waved his thumb twice, allowing the slow rejuvenation of healing powers to take effect. Ready for round two, Daesung reached down for the advised assistance sign toasted in the air, spun around to reach for his nail gun, and pressed the trigger. Rapidly shooting off four long nails into seeing of the corner of the sign, successfully pinning it to the door. A satisfied smile twitched at the corner of his lips, pleased to see he hadn't comely lost the powers he inherited from the blood moon.

[My apologies for the slow starter]

@〄 Hwang Hyunjin ¥ [apologizes for the delay. Let me know if you want to put this on hold or not until after the trials]

Daesung, the shapeshifter, stood high on the latter, rearranging and assorting his delicate tools. A greased old rag in his hand polished his latest awards, smiling admirably at his legacy. Pride radiated from him, knowing that even someone like him, a disabled lowly slave, could make something of himself and help shape the fabrics of the future. His ear suddenly pricked up when the sounds of footsteps came in and stopped. Ascending down the latter, the mechanic dusted his hands off, then turned to greet the customer with a bow. Daesung grabbed the voice box in his back pocket and then placed it at his throat. “Can I help you, babygirl?” Mortification paved his face when he hear the incorrect translation being projected from the box, then waved in his frantically in front of you hoping you wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “No, no, ma’am, uh, Sir. I apologize for__ boop bop.” He said in annoyance before slimming the device twice and then placing it up to his throat again. “Apologize for a new invention. How can I help you today, Sir?”