[1:11 PM] ColdToiletSeat: I really wonder where the other smith, or smiths, are. I'd be more than happy to trade advice and techniques with 'em, but first I gotta actually find them. Natanya thought, adjusting the sleeves of her button-down shirt as she kept a keen eye trained on the signs dangling in front of the stores they had represented. "Geez, what's it gotta take for a girl to find a smithy around here?" She asked to nobody but herself, her face starting to take on a frown in light of her seemingly fruitless efforts.
However, just as she made the remark, there it was: Tesamaaru's Forge. The eyepatch-clad woman narrowed her eye with pursed lips, looking upwards as if to silently curse somebody or something for her own shortcomings before putting on a warm smile and pushing past the smithy's door.
[1:13 PM] AOMCommandPost20: Abner barely glanced up, hard at work hammering a peace of heated metal. "Ello, 'ello. Watcha need?"
[1:15 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh, hello there." Natanya greeted, nodding her head before brushing a few strands of hair past her ear and answering the man's question. "I don't really need much, I was just looking for the forge so I could talk to the Blacksmith, who I'm guessing is right in front of me."
[1:17 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "'s right." Abner seemed to nod, infused in his work. "Who's askin?"
[1:20 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I'm Natanya," She introduced, approaching the counter before resting one of her elbows on it and elaborating. "I'm one of the few that was stuck in the north ward, I was meaning to drop by here earlier but, y'know the monsters started to come out of the blue... or the purple, I should say."
[1:22 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Right, right. So the north ward's freed up, then... You a lowborn, Natanya? That why you don't have a last name?"
[1:26 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "No, I do have a last name, it's Bulkhovsky." She answered, starting to lean over the counter as to see what the man was working on. "I was just unsure of how much weight a family name carries over here, I probably should've known, this is a castle after all."
[1:29 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Well, Bulkhovsky, if you're comin' from the north ward, you're probably 'ere for two things. One, you're one o' them prissy noble types makin' a sob story over how their heirloom was destroyed an' needs fixin'--short answer, buy a new one--or you're someone who thinks they can take the fight to them for destroyin' their livelihood, to which I say if you want to waste that much time and money, you should be gambling. Which is it?"
[1:42 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I'm quite afraid it's not either of those things." Natanya answered, trying to conceal a scoff. "I'm no more than a traveler, caught up in some fighting I never asked to be a part of..."
"That and I'm also quite fascinated by the smithing techniques you got," She continued, looking at the racks of weaponry upon the man's walls. "And might I say, from my experiences of fighting alongside the guards of those prissies, your weaponry has not failed in catching my attention."(edited)
[1:45 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "My goods never fail, Bulkhovsky. I carry only the finest!" He says it so matter-of-factly. "Now, how exactly would a woman like yourself, a traveler, find her way trapped in the north ward? Ain't a place you exactly go lookin' for."
[2:03 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Eheh... Funny story about that, really, 'had gotten word of a party from Luna- oh excuse me- Queen Luna over on my homeland, I asked her about it and she offered to bring me along with her to her lands. I enjoyed the party a fair bit up until the monsters reared their disgusting faces and started killing people left and right, that was when I put on my armor, took up my lance, and started killing them left and right. But, they had numbers that I couldn't face, so I went to the nearest shelter, that being the north ward, and I added myself to their numbers." Natanya recalled, letting out an exasperated sigh before continuing.
"I saved lives, I guess, but I lost my shield. Those purple-wheezing pieces of shit stole it and made it into their plaything before that Joshua guy lead a raid in order to save the people that I was stuck with, and I gotta say, good riddance. After all that was done I went right to the forge, making myself a new shield up until I gave myself a break in order to walk around and explore more of the castle, leading me to be here."(edited)
[2:06 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "...what's that, you said?" Abner glances up. "You used my forge?"
[2:08 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I used the forge that was in the north ward, once those noble-guys had cleared out." Natanya corrected, standing herself up and off of the counter. "...But if that was also your property, I meant no disrespect to it."
[2:11 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "It wasn't. I don't set foot up there. Ain't no problem. You're a soldier and an armorsmith, then?"
[2:13 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Mhmm, that I am." She nodded, looking at the man with a smile. "I'm also hoping I can talk with somebody that can actually forge, instead of some loser that makes a living by putting some namby-pamby gemstones inside of weaponry. From what I hear you carry only the finest, and I'd like to talk more about smithing with the actual guy that makes the weapons."(edited)
[2:16 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Hrmph! You're alright, Bulhovsky. Name's Abner. I'd give you a chat, but I'm caught up with some work at the moment."
[2:22 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I can tell," Natanya commented, adjusting her eye-patch before fixing her hair once more. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Abner, but do you mind if I watch you work? I'd like to have the honor of watching the creation of your weapons first-hand."(edited)
[2:43 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Sure. Not talkin'll help out a lot better."
[2:49 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Of course." Natanya nodded, making her way around the counter in order to pull up a chair beside the man. She took a seat, crossing her legs before watching the man do his job, staring intently and paying attention to several things including his technique, the way he strikes the metal and any other miscellaneous embellishments he feels he needed to add.
[2:50 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =One Forging Montage Later=
[2:52 PM] AOMCommandPost20: Abner dusts off his hands. "There we are. All done. What's this you wanted to talk about, then?"
[2:57 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh nothing much, I'd just like to exchange information about forging. Y'know, have a nice discussion from one smithy to another."
[3:05 PM] AOMCommandPost20: Abner shakes his head. "Oh, I don't think that's possible."
[3:22 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmm... Alright, I understand, you must have your reasons." Natanya nodded a tad solemnly before looking back up in order to meet Abner's stare. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, could I help you out? Give you assistance when you need it? I'm still looking for work over here, my pockets are getting a bit thinner than I'd like them to be."(edited)
[3:25 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "That's what I was lookin' for." Abner folded his arms. "I don't lecture about how I work, I teach it. How much experience have y'had, Bulhovsky?"
[3:29 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I've had my fair share of experience, I was the one that made the set of armor that I use. " Natanya answered, a grin starting to crawl it's way across her face as the man gave his answer.
"The more I think about it, the more I remember how forging is a permanent part of my life, it's actually how I lost my eye and got this sucker right here." She added, promptly pointing to the eyepatch over her right eye.(edited)
[3:36 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Hrmph! Good enough for me. You can be a more permanent apprentice--Regie does our magics."
[3:50 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Alright! That sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed happily, grinning with stars in her eye as she clasped her hands together. "I can't wait to get started, speaking of... when do we start?"
[4:01 PM] ColdToiletSeat: I wonder who this Regie guy is, and an even better question, how does he forge those magic things?(edited)
[4:06 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Well, there's already a great job for you."
[4:07 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh? Alright then, what is it?" Natanya wondered, tilting her head a tad with a furrowed brow. "I'm ready for whatever you can throw at me."(edited)
[4:23 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Well, we got a lass waiting on a full custom set of armor, a cavalier..."
[4:31 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh, I see..." Natanya responded, grinning as she began cracking her knuckles before starting to roll her neck.
"...Just get me the proper equipment and I'll have it done before the next day is over." She boasted, looking at her new employer with an air of confidence and determination.(edited)
[4:32 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Yes, good!" Abner begins walking out of the forge.
[4:32 PM] AOMCommandPost20: "Don't... er, actually use any material."
[4:39 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Well... that certainly complicates things, but I'll do my damn best! ...Do you know where the set of armor is?" She asked, walking over to the wall rack in order to get an apron and gloves. "It's a bit hard to fix armor when I can't see it."(edited)
[5:29 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Damn it, he's already gone. Ah well, it's gotta be somewhere around here, right? Natanya thought, bringing the apron over her head and tying the back two strings together before looking around the forge for a definitely broken set of armor. With careful inspection, the woman found one of the few things that wasn't a weapon or a tome, a bag that gave off a distinct rattling and clinking that could only come from broken pieces of metal. She grimaced as she picked up the thick fabric, hearing the sheer number of pieces she'd have to piece together, loosening the rope that held it closed and looking in it afterwards to give the contents a proper examining and see what her job for the next day or two held in store for her.
"Well, time to get to work..." Natanya shrugged, starting to place each individual piece of metal on Abner's work-table.(edited)
[5:29 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
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