Carry On my Wayward Son

[notarambler]

 WHO: Sam Winchester and YOU
WHEN:  December 1st
WHAT: Sam arrives and starts checking things out.
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: TBD

Sam walked along the street making sure to hunch over so as not to startle anyone. He knows he stands out when he's walking through a crowd and the last thing he wants is to scare anyone. He wanders the road stopping at stalls to look over the goods on display a slight smile on his face. This place was amazing and he couldn't wait to explore more of it.  

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[jiangzaid]

Sam isn't the only one out and about, poking around. Xue Yang has grown used to people of various worlds as well as the locals, and the venders like to banter with him (when he's not in a foul mood, in which case they know to go find Zichen to calm him down) when he comes by for supplies or just news. Though some have also started placing orders for metalwork on his daily walks, so he's taken to carrying parchment and one of the odd pencils the locals use to write.

Which is what the Chinese man has out now, grinning as he listens intently to the details one of the merchants is spouting out for a new brace for his stall, which is starting to wear down. New faces are just a normal thing, though the height Sam has is enough to make him blink over his shoulder, peering up curiously. And up...! That hunch doesn't fool him, though it makes him wonder if this guy's been picked on for being tall.

Xue Yang has a sword strapped to his back, though otherwise could fairly easily blend in as he's taken to wearing local garb - if tougher than average due to his work.

"Hello!" He chirps, deciding to grin cheerful welcome. "First time in Gazin?"

[notarambler]

Sam smiled and waved at the person who greeted him. "Yes," he replies in his quiet way."I just arrived." He looks around taking everything in. "This place is nothing like back home."

[jiangzaid]

One last detail gets noted down before Xue Yang rolls to his feet, tucking parchment and pencil away in his tunic pocket before giving himself an absent brush off and turning to the taller man.

"So you're another like me. Welcome, it's not a bad place." He tilts his head at a sharp angle, cheek almost to a shoulder as he considers the other man.

"What's your home like?"

[notarambler]

Sam considers the question. "Quiet," he replies with a smile, "at least on slow days." Or world ending ones. "My brother and I live in a bunker underground...it's a nice place really. What about you? Where do you live when you aren't here?"

[jiangzaid]

He chuckles at the answer, head straightening. "A bunker? What's that? What you call your house? But you said underground...why would you live underground?"

So many questions! "I lived in an abandoned city of coffin makers. You could say it was the meaning of quiet, when the dead weren't out wandering." Because of him, but shhh.

[notarambler]

"A bunker is a word that means underground home, yes," Sam explains, "living underground keeps my brother and I safe when we need to rest. We hunt things like ghosts and demons and the safer we are the better."

[jiangzaid]

He blinks and looks Sam over again with a new assessing eye. "You don't look like any cultivator I've met," he muses. But then grins again.

"Not that it matters, I guess. We do about the same thing. There are plenty of beasts and monsters here, I don't think you'll get bored unless you stay inside all the time."

[notarambler]

"We don't call ourselves cultivators," Sam explains, "our word is hunter." He smiles back. "I'm looking forward to using my skills here, but I don't know the best place to get the weapons I need. I didn't come with any."

He turns out his pockets to show how empty they are. "I came with pretty much everything you see."

[jiangzaid]

Hunter? Huh. Xue Yang ponders for a moment, then shrugs.

"I work at the forge not far from here. I can probably make something for you - you can pay me back when you get a job and start earning money."

Before coming to Gazin, he wouldn't have offered such a thing. He wouldn't even think of being generous to anyone, except, maybe, Xingchen. Yet here he is.

"I've been forging swords and starting on bows and arrows. Have a preference?"

[notarambler]

"I could work out a trade," Sam offers, "I'm good at woodworking and I'm strong. I'd be happy to help out at the forge." He smiles. "As for weapons I've used a little bit of everything, guns, knives, swords, crossbows you name it. So I would lean a bit more toward a bow when given the choice."

[jiangzaid]

"I can take you to Merlan, whose forge it is I work at."

Though there's a word Sam uses that he doesn't recognize, so he tilts his head and peers curiously at him. "What does a gun do?"

[notarambler]

"That would be wonderful thank you," Sam says and then he considers the best way to explain what a gun was to someone who has never seen one.

"A gun is a weapon that uses gunpowder to send a metal projectile at an object at high speed," he says, "depending on the monster, the projectile is made of different things like silver or even salt."

[jiangzaid]

He nods at the thanks. Then waits for that explanation, his head slowly moves back upright as he ponders, trying to picture it.

"Like fireworks? We use magic for that! Magic and talismans, when our swords aren't enough to dispel the monsters. Some sects use music." He's actually completely serious about that last bit!

"I might be able to figure something out, if you can help me with the design, if Merlan doesn't know them."

[notarambler]

"Your world has magic too," Sam says, "so does mine. Maybe we could trade ideas. I love to learn new magicks...I picked it up from the witch who trained me." He smiles slightly. "I'd be happy to design a gun for you. There are different kinds depending on a hunter's skill set. I'd need to see how you work with a bow or other weapon to figure it out."

[jiangzaid]

Xue Yang grins and bounces on his heels a bit. "Sure! I'm not the best at teaching of those from my world here, but I could introduce you to the others. My learning was mostly self taught, but my husband was brought up in a Temple. He's a great teacher."

Plopping back properly on his feet, he turns to gesture for Sam to follow him. "If you have time now to work on that design? I can introduce you to Merlan and we can get started on something for you. And you can see what we have already that you can use while we make other things for you."

[notarambler]

Sam smiles and nods. "That sounds great. As long as you have something I can write with and on I should have a design done in a little under an hour. Then we can get to work on the weapons itself. The more delicate bits are going to be the hardest."