A Question Of Personality (Pegasister/Nara)

Jerred waited, making a new piece of machinery with his tinkering scrap. That's what he called it. Tinkering scrap. For dabbling in the manufacture of technology. And dreams. Technology and dreams. He sat on the grass, configuring and tinkering away. His metallic hound sat faithfully at his side, the heat obviously making it uncomfortable. Reaching down to pet it, Jerred began to speak to the hound. "Who's my dog? Who's my good dog?" Jerred said, petting the Celestial Bronze, which was boiling hot. "You need to cool down. Why don't we go back to the cabin in a few?" Jerred said, feeding the machination of a pet one bronze cog. A suitable treat for a suitable pet. He did not see the point in metal hawks, cats, snakes and rats. Dogs, as far as Jerred was concerned, were the only decent pet. Getting up, he saw something in the corner of his eye and lifted his clockwork sword from the holster. "Who are you?" Jerred said, pointing the sword in the direction of the apparent appearance of another life-form.

"Janus, hmmm? Hephaestus by trade." Jerred said, laughing as he dropped his sword. "You're hectochromic too?" Jerred said, noticing the girl's eyes. "You just caught me off guard and besides.. I have a debt with a less than savoury half blood." Jerred sent his hound up to the girl, to sniff her out and see if she was hostile. Recieving the all clear, he cut the receiving and delivering of pleasantries. "Let's stop the pleasantries and thank the gods it's warm today." Jerred said as he sat, inviting Blythe over. "Jerred Asquith. Hephaestus."

"I made Tekken myself. He's my pet and my design. Nothing can change that. Unless someone gave me Stygian Iron to make Tekken Mk.II" Jerred responded, stroking the boiling steel of Tekken's form. "I guess. Thanks Blythe. I actually wish Daddy Hepphalump would respond to my offerings. He just blissfully ignores me."
Jerred said, angry for a brief second, and even more briefly letting it show.