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[For once, the fact that Equius is sweating has little to do with his ... proclivities. He is seated in the midst of discarded paper, charcoal and an assortment of water bottles, simple tools and individual parts. There are several towels draped everywhere around the room, some neatly folded and others draped everywhere. one is draped over his shoulder and he uses it to mop his brow while panting. A composite bow of considerably greater quality sits beside him, well tended and cared for, the gift of the gods for a request at a dead god's shrine.

The young troll has been, off again and on again, obsessively using his powers. It has become almost compulsive lately, as if he's trying to make himself useful on some level. Perhaps he's compensating for something.]

The lack of technological advancement within these halls is inexcusably deplorable. Not a proper archery brigade to speak of, and simply a few skilled in the arts of true warfare. There is not a single robotics laboratory or shop worthy of mentioning, and the acquisition of these parts would require an almost inexpressibly infuriating.

If I must remain in this world until the days of its end, and accomplish nothing else, it will be the creation of some proper level of technological marvel, even if I must use their powers to concoct it.

I am informed that there are licenses for vehicular transportation. Where such as these crude articles exist, certainly there must be maintenance. Who would I speak to about employment? If I am to fulfill this, I cannot permit myself to grow rusty waiting on sufficient control over these powers.

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So you weren't human before you got here. [ he's heard of that happening, but not too often ]

I am still not human. Why would a troll become a human just by being here?

I've heard of it happening to people who weren't human before they got here. Or at least the Gods take away whatever abilities they had.

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No, very much still a troll

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Huh, well I suppose that would explain a little why I am not breaking almost everything I touch, though I doubt that's the case.

Why would you be doing that?

The easiest way to explain is that I was not able to fire a bow until I came to this place because every time shattered it in half.

[ hmm. alright ] You're saying you were too strong to handle most things, but your strength was taken away when you got here.

That, or they make everything much stronger here. I haven't checked by touching random people. I wouldn't want to break bones on accident. I am still very strong, but I may not be as robust and powerful as my blood permits.

I didn't have any abilities in my world, and nothing seems different here in terms of materials. It's more likely they changed what you can do.

I must confess that this makes greater logical sense than my earlier assessment. I would be somewhat annoyed, were I not able to fire a bow now, and still be very strong. I may not be shattering stone with my fists, but I can still rain death upon my enemies.

...and bows are not very effective when broken.

That's true. [ this guy is... bizarre. but rational. and he wasn't human before anyway. ] I haven't gotten your name.

Equius Zahhak. And yours, human?

[Austin might be taking that 'rational' back one of these days. It was a point of contention amongst a few people whether or not this one was remotely sane.]

O'Brien.

[ nobody calls him by his first name man, that's WEIRD. anyway equius has made a good first impression, hopefully he won't screw up further anytime soon ]

[Give it time. He would. It was a guarantee.]

Very well O'Brien. Until next we speak then.

Right. I'll call you if I hear anything.

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