GET BACK TO WORK!

[2hell_weride]

Characters: MarKus and OPEN (mostly newbies?)
Where: Aqures Ixen - Haley's Anvil
When: March 7th - 11th
Summary: MarKus starts hammering out gear for the rescued arrivals. Upon request, of course!
Warning: Foul language?





After having that slacker Kugami put up new advertisements, MarKus has finally put himself back to work, at the forge where he belongs. He'll be on break from adventuring for a while, but there was a hefty handful of people who were going to be in need of gear that fit them, since they surely didn't start with a damn thing being imprisoned right away. Surely someone needed that special sword or arm guard just to feel a little more comfortable with things.

And you know, defending oneself from the creatures beyond the city walls, though by now they'd probably chumps after everyone's recent excursion. In the meantime, however, he already had someone's armor to check over, having left his employees to manage things, so he's got his nose buried in Sephiroth's armor

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[hiddenedges]

To say that he was a little leery of this place was an understatement. Kenshin had noticed the notice during his exploring but didn't really pay it any mind at first. But after talking to a couple smiths who gently - oh, he knew that they were thinking that he was being an idiot despite their gentle words - that the sword he wanted was not possible. One even explained what a sword was, and that made him curtly leave. The problem was not that he didn't know what a sword was, the problem was that he refused to use any other kind of sword but a sakabaotou.

Saito's words aside, he will not use a sword to kill. Monsters might need the edge, but against a person, no.

Which was why a little tired and slightly annoyed Kenshin walked into the store and then paused.

"Ano..." Maybe that MarKus guy was busy.

[2hell_weride]

The smithy rings with the sound of hammer on steel, burning funices and blowing bellows. It was both loud and quiet. If MarKus had a stereo, it's be so much louder, and probably more hype, but less inviting.

As Kenshin enters, a bandana-wearing Moogle picks himself up and flutters off, getting the master smith's attention to bring him forth. A man, kind of a boy, but a man wearing a steel face plate walks out to greet the customer, but as the plate is lifted to greet him, he promptly throws it aside and gawks.

"Ryotaro!?"

It's Kenshin's face... to MarKus it bears a striking resemblance to someone he seems to know, and someone he's very excited to see!

[hiddenedges]

"Oro?"

that wasn't the kind of greeting he was expecting. He wasn't sure what kind of greeting he did expect, but this guy acted like he knew him and was even calling him by name. It was the wrong name, and Kenshin felt a little bad as he shook his head, raising his hands up.

"Aa, no, this one is a simple rurouni. One is sorry if one is not your friend, that I am."

Cuz she has something for him!

[goddessofthesky]

Seeing the advertisement reminded her of a promise she had made the talented blacksmith. She dashed home collecting a small bad she had prepared earlier in the month and then set off to MarKus's shop. She knew the way having purchased things from him in the past.

"MarKus?"

Zelda called out through the shop hoping to pull his attention away from his work for a brief moment.

Re: Cuz she has something for him!

[2hell_weride]

In MarKus's head, the sounds of hammering and flame crackling made for a decent beat, but... his ears were ringing so that was supplementing some of the noise.

A Moogle, instead, goes over to the back to drag MarKus out. After a while he arrives, lifting the face mask up to properly greet the woman.

"Hey Zelda! What's up!"

[goddessofthesky]

"Hi. I noticed your flyer and hoped you would be here." She held out a bag with a smile. It was obviously something heavy by the way it rested in the thin fabric that Zelda had stashed it in. Should he open the bag he will fin 4 containers of shampoo and conditioner.

"I had promised you this so I thought to bring it by now."

very late to the party, sorry...

[vindr]

Manami's moogle-bear was very persistent. She reminded him uncomfortably of someone else he knew that made him do things, whether he wanted to or not.

So in the end, Manami rolled into this weapon shop, following the (sternly worded) advice that he should take advantage of the offer for a new weapon.

Once he walked in, he was kind of glad he came. He was awed by the weapons on display. Maybe he'll just window shop for a while~ or take a closer peek at what's going on behind the counter?

With me there is no "late"

[2hell_weride]

The display varied, and it wasn't until being up close was there something that said "this armor isn't normal." or "what's going on with this sword." things that made them non-standard or just looked... way fancier than what you might see in history books.

Or they were unsellable rejects made during experiments.

Another Moogle fluttered past Manami, and shortly after it had disappeared from sight, the rhythmic hammering in the smithy lessened, and approached a man behind a metal mask.

"Yo"

Perfect o7

[vindr]

Manami turns from inspecting one of the swords that made him go 'what's with this?!' and blinks at the man in the mask.

Whoa~!

"Yo!" He's always wanted to try greeting someone with 'yo'. Feels so ...foreign.

And he's completely forgotten what comes next. What is he doing again? ...Oh, yah!

"A lance, please!" (Don't make it sound like you're ordering a burger, Manami.)

[not_most_days]

It's not a proper job, but Kidd's been keeping herself busy hunting monsters and selling hides and bones and such at the shop to keep her coinpurse filled. However today she comes bearing gifts for her housemate, some higher quality materials from her hunting trip that she hopes will be of use to him.

"Good morning, MarKus. How fares?"

[2hell_weride]

"Yo! Fares well mang!" he responds, still unawares so far that Kidd isn't a dude. It wouldn't matter anyway, but he remains oblivious.

"You never come see me at work... what's up? Did you break it?" He wouldn't mind putting a new blade in there, but he, especially as of recently, was very familiar with preserving personal weapons the way they were, not the way they could be improved.

[not_most_days]

"No. In fact it served nicely when we were busy at the research facility. Still, it would be worth checking it to be sure, yes." Proper weapon upkeep was important. "Actually I heard you were trying to help our fellow heroes stay equipped so I brought some supplies." She hefted the sack of monster parts onto the counter before rolling up her sleeve to undo the blade harness.

She had recently come across a second hidden blade, but she wasn't quite ready to talk about it just yet. She recognized who it belonged to.

[roughlybargesized]

Gaston stalks his way into the shop, scowling as he clutches his musket in his beefy hand. The mirror he received from Jessie is slipped through his belt at his waist. Even when speaking to the employee at the counter, Gaston's voice carries as he loudly demands to know if this shop knows anything about guns.

[2hell_weride]

Gaston, given his stature and tone, easily scared one of the new trainees. Had it been an older man, he probably would've gone chest-to-chest with him and had a jolly laugh at their masculinity.

But what came out to greet him was a smaller, hell, 'boy' by comparison, face hidden by a slab of curved steel.

"Yeah, I know some shit about guns. Watchu need?" And who the hell're you to be intimidating my staff?

[roughlybargesized]

The hunter frowned as the young smith approached him, but at least he was getting somewhere if he was speaking to someone who claimed to know what he needed.

Gaston put his musket down on the countertop with a loud thud, mostly from his strength than any mishandling of the weapon. Proud as he was he still knew what he was doing. "I found my gun in the hands of my captors when I was making my way to this city but they must have done something to it. The sighting is completely off!"

What Gaston didn't completely understand was that while he was an expert marksman at home, being a Dragoon and Beastmaster in this world had a detrimental effect on what should have been something he could do with his eyes shut.

[deadlyvu]

Lydia had taken some time to settle in, and after some basic learning about this place, and listening to others, had realized something she knew very little about really. As much as she'd gone exploring in the Neitherworld, she'd never been, really, in truly hostile territory that required more than running away to defend against. It had taken her quite a bit to come to grips with herself about this.

She wanted to explore.

It was dangerous out there. Well, she wouldn't go alone. But she couldn't always depend on someone else to protect her. It wasn't fair to them, and Lydia wasn't exactly one to be 'ye olde damsel in distress' either. She saw the flyer, and had kept it. She'd...go talk to the staff there. See what they said.

And then maybe, she'd ask for advice from others to help her get properly what she'd need.

Heading into the shop, admittedly a bit late in the afternoon as it had been on the tail end of her errands. "Um...hello?" Looking around for anyone who didn't seem TOO busy.

[2hell_weride]

A Moogle wearing a bandanna flutters by, and after a while, a man behind an iron mask appears and stands there a moment. In a way he's judging her, but more along the lines of trying to guess what it is she needs.

It's not that girls don't need bladed weapons, it's just not common. At least at a glance he can't tell what she'd need before hand. It certainly isn't going to be a claymore!

Eventually he shifts the mask up over his head. "Watcha need, missy?"

[deadlyvu]

Lydia was startled more by being stared at, than anything else. Not that being stared at was new for her, given where she lived. At least, until people got used to her. "I...honestly wasn't sure yet. I did want to come talk about the flyer though. I'm one of the new arrivals. Lydia." A friendly smile came easily to her face.

[daisy023]

The next visitor crouches to cross the door.

A gigantic girl, seven feet tall, looks around the store while holding onto her robe. For the moment weaponless, and while she can, focused on what she needs. The first thing she does upon entering is looking around.

Particularly, for examples of armor as heavy as the MJOLNIR had been, and for swords that would put renaissance-era long claymores to shame.

[2hell_weride]

A Moogle flutters to the back, only to return in tow with a man behind an iron mask; one slotted for vision only... and only covering half the head. MarKus usually relied on the mask to make an intimidating first impression, before unveiling what a cool guy he was.

Fortunately it's hiding his own awe staring up at the huge woman. "Devon?" he squints through the eyeslit before raising it up and looking better at her. "Oh, no, sorry. Your hair's a lot longer... and you look a lot softer. Prettier even." He pauses a moment and just looks up at her once again, this time trying to do some calculations without measurements.

"Anyway, I can't say I've seen anyone as tall as you before here. The shops probably don't carry anything your size? Well you're at the right place! What can the Ace Mechanic do for ya!"

[daisy023]

The visor barely fazes Daisy. For a moment there is a sort of fondness of a time when helmets were no different from her siblings' faces. He turns out to be a younger person than she had anticipated.

"Sir?" ... and tilts her head, looking at her long braid which she rubs in nervousness, particularly with the 'prettier even' that she's still unused to. "I don't think we've met. I'm Daisy. SPARTAN-023."

She looks back to him, not up as MarKus was towered by over a foot in height, "and... that's the thing. I need new armor." ... "And a rifle. And the longest sword you have."

[loudestseed]

It hadn't been too long since he arrived here, but after spending years without hardly ever taking his gloves off, his hands felt far too vulnerable and naked even with the wraps. He was used to having to gather materials for upgraded weapons, and he found he was weaker for some reason since waking up in that prison. Needless to say, when he went to the blacksmith, he wasn't expecting much other than some basic gloves. Still, they would be better than nothing, and hopefully more durable than the cloth wraps he currently had.

"Yo," he greeted as soon as he entered the place and looked around for the guy in charge.

[2hell_weride]

Oh? Well that's a greeting that'll get his attention. Sure it takes a bit, having to be brought over by a bandanna-wearing Moogle.

"Yo." he gets a look up and down before the man pushes the metal plate over his face back. "Watchu need my man?" He was a pretty punky, stylish looking fellow.

SOMEONE HE COULD SPEAK CASUALLY WITH AND NOT BE MISUNDERSTOOD! hopefully

hope this is okie dokie :x

[wings_of_steel]

Selen had just arrived and she wondered where she was suppose to find the person in charge, but she got sidetracked by looking around instead. The woman had her usual carefree smile lined on her face as she looked around. Blacksmiths were quite fascinating in their own way. She's not quite sure how they are here, but there were some very sturdy ones in her world.

After a few moments of taking the location in and memorizing where it was located in this world, her sing song voice, greeted the owner if she caught sight of him.

"Hello~"

Is perfectly fine!

[2hell_weride]

Sadly she's only met with the gaze of a few larger men hard at work, but none of them go over to talk business. Instead, after a while, a smaller, younger guy approaches.

"Oh, hello again Miss Selen. What can I do for you today?"