In a bar, two people meet; one a man in a grey and black robe covering his arms, while the other was a woman in a white and gold adventuring outfit. "Are you sure about this, Irma?" The man asks with a worried look on his face. "I am sure, Elric, even if the witch hunter tries something, Dame Weber would get involved." She replies while putting a hand on the man's shoulder to comfort him.
After a while, the door to the bar opens, letting two people enter. One, a man in witch hunter garb, and the other a woman in black robes with a witch hunter's hat. One could mistake them both as witch hunters if you did not know who the second one was. The first was Leopold Wahl, a veteran witch hunter, while the other? Mathilde Weber, the Dämmerlichtreiter.
As the two enter, the bar goes quiet. The witch hunter speaks, " We are here looking for the man know as Elric Rowohlt." In reply, and immediately, most of the bar points towards the man as he facepalms with his left hand, then raises it to show where he is.
"You will be coming with us," Leopold calls with a grim face. Elric gets up and walks to him and Dame Weber while Irma giggles in the background. Dame Weber seems bored more than anything while all this goes on.
Silently, without any indication of anything amiss, the three walk into a guard station nearby. After a while, Dame Weber leaves, then near night Leopold goes, and at midnight Elric is allowed out. They all meet up at Elric's workshop around midnight; waiting for all three is Irma with a smile.
"If you lied, I will kill you myself," says Dame Weber with a stern look, as she looks over notes and pictures of Rat men and humans meeting and trading something.
"I am sure Dame Weber," replies Elric as he walks over to his workbench, where he nervously starts working on some pistols and bombs and whispers blessings over them. While Dame Weber looks over notes, Elric works on guns, Irma counts nearby gold coins, and Leopold looks around the workshop, looking for hidden signs of heresy, corruption, and other deviations.
Walking around, Leopold eventually comes to the back of the workshop, where something huge is hidden underneath a canvas. Something almost too big to fit in the multi-story hall. Nearing it, he slides a pistol out from its holster, intending to lift the canvas, only to be interrupted by a gasp from Mathilde, causing him to hurry back, hand on his sword.
As he returns to the forefront, he first hears a
humming before spying Mathilde looking at Elric with surprise, astonishment, and guarded wonder. Looking at the man in question, Leopold stops in shock as butterflies made of smoke and embers fly around him. Changing from humming, Elric begins to sing, causing one butterfly after another to enter the guns and bombs, causing Irma to silently scoff; "Showoff."
Staring at Elric, they all notice a few butterflies go to Elric's right arm, infusing themselves within the fabric and possibly whatever lays underneath, staining his robe even more black. After a few more seconds, he stops singing, then smiles as he moves over and gives Irma a few bombs. She gleefully took them out of his hands, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, causing a blush to appear on the man's face as he looked away in embarrassment.
Leopold, stunned until now, finally gets over his shook, unsheathes his sword, and growls, "What. Was. That." At that, Mathilde smiles and replies, "
That was something new and interesting. The spirits fused, no,
infused themselves into the weapons and
bound themselves. How is that possible? Their own nature, or perhaps the blessings?" She asks no one in particular, mumbling the last part out as she sinks into contemplation.
Irma laughs, then speaks, "If you can find out how he does it, I will pay you. He never told me, and well, I have known him for years."
Leopold only scoffs, gesturing with his weapon. "I need to see your right arm and your sigil of Isolde." Having already expected this, Elric slowly stands and moves his robe so his right metal arm is visible and, with his left hand, pulls out an amulet emblazoned with a
clockwork heart after a nod from Leopold.
After looking over the arm and sigil, Leopold asks, "What do you have that is bigger than a multi-story hall?" Irmas giggles increase to near laughter as Elric blushes and squares his shoulders, pride battling with artisan humility. "That would be a porotype; I will show you if you keep its existence secret." After receiving nods from both Leopold and Mathilde, Elric leads them to the canvas covering the porotype. When it is pulled off, they all
see it. Seeing their faces, Elric looks away, mumbling, "S'not finished. Still needs tweaks and improvements. Also, a
Lord of Ash, couldn't get one to inhabit it so far."
After that, they all returned to the main room, Elric and Leopold still a bit tense, to talk, eat, and plan for their next move. During that time, Mathilde asked Elric: "I wonder... why did you join the cult of Isolde?" At that, Irma glanced at Elric with a worried look. For his part, he only looks at his rights arm with an undecipherable expression, then speaks up with a low voice, "I was raised into it, but that is not all. Given what the Avengers Own did to my family." Hearing that, Leopold gives him a look of understanding, buried as it may be under a mask of self-control, before mentally pushing the feelings away. He might feel sympathy, but he had a job to do.
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Note: This, a crossover with whf-of-gods-guns-and-industry but well it in a possible future with a combination of both timelines.