Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 9:11 AM
As Pio spoke to the figure know as Deus, Yosho noticed a change in the home. The rough grumbling from below the house was replaced with a gentler hum. Neither Pio, Deus and the girl with Deus didn't seem to take note. None of them particularly looked like soldiers whose lives depended on such awareness, however...It also helped that it was really dark underground and Yosho had been using his ears a lot more recently. He gave a quick glance between Deus and pio before raising to his feet and going to the source of the change. He could tell by the echoing of the sound the door across the room had a staircase that would lead down.
He walked past Deus, Pio and Dahlia, stealing another glance at Dahlia's thighs with a frown before looking forward to the door that hid his destination, "Excuse me...." Said the voice of determination. By Yosho's tone of voice, If there was a dragon in that basement, it was about to be royaly f***ed....
However, as fate would have it, there was no dragon. Yosho pushed the door open and went down the stairs, prepared to draw his blade and slay the beast...but before his eyes was a foe he didn't expect. There was a strange box sitting on a dirt floor, growling gently at nothing. It seemed to be made of metal, but Yosho had never seen metal so smooth and "soft" looking. He was certain there was no visible grain in the metal, meaning it was probably made by magic like his armor in Grey's Mark. The being before him had few weaknesses. The metal was held in place by rivets on one side, and likely symmetrically on the side opposite that Yosho couldn't see. Despite very visible points where stress would be greatest, the point the metal joined didn't move or shudder under the interal being's ministrations. It was an effective shell of armor. Yosho continued to observe and needlessly study the alien device as if it were a foe, waiting for it to make a move first.
One thing Yosho did note, that was actually relevant, was that the metal box didn't belong there. The dirt floor hadn't settled and there was an indentation where the old furnace used to be. Of course, not knowing what any of these devices or structures of a home were, that just made Yosho trust the new furnace even less....
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.