melodiesoflife | GET BACK TO WORK!

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GET BACK TO WORK!

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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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"

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.)

MarKus pushes the faceplate back and smirks. "I'm not a machine, man. I'm just a man about machines." Oh wordplay.

"So you need a lance huh? Chocobo Knight?" he asks, having once used that job as well, as well as having a Chocobo of his own.

He should go visit Gundam sometime...

Manami grins! He does enjoy a good wordgame. He wonders if he knows how to play 'shiritori'...

But other questions first- "Chocobo Knight? What's a Chocobo?"

Did Tia tell him about that? ...Mmm. He's not sure. She's been stuffing his head full of stuff ever since he got here. It's hard to remember.

He's a weeb... you might could teach him. He DID watch a lot of Kamen Rider growing up.

"Uh... wait... so you DON'T know what your jobs are but you want a lance anyway? That's gutsy." But maybe he didn't know. He didn't see a moogle in tow, but as soon as MarKus was going to pipe up, his Moogle shuts him down to explain.

"A Chocobo Knight is a warrior job that utilizes his, or her, Chocobo as their greatest weapon. From what I understand from him, it is like a two-legged motorcycle bird. He has deducted from your request for a lance that one of your jobs IS Chocobo Knight, meaning that you have also yet to go and get your own Chocobo from the farm."

MarKus pushes the wordy smartass down to silence him in return. "Yeah basically that. You get a big yellow bird to ride around. They're roughly the sizes of horses or small motorcycles."

"Ohhh. A motorcycle bird..." Manami's distracted for a moment, imagining that. Sounds kinda cool! But he then shakes his head.

"Sorry, I don't have one of those. I'm a Dragoon." He takes out the letter that he'd gotten when he first arrived and opens it to show him. "Dragoon and Illusionist, actually. Tia said to ask for a lance, seeing as Dragoon is the first job. No, wait-" he tilts his head, doing his best to remember Tia's last lecture before coming here. "Spear... Is there a difference?"

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Well that's what he gets for assuming things. But hey, he did say "LANCE" not "SPEAR" So MarKus moves around the shop to take a lance down off some hooks. "THIS is a Lance. While that is a spear." he continues on. "There's not too much of a difference, but when you make weapons, there is one. This one would do you better on a Chocobo, but a Dragoon though... it'll do in a pinch but it's a lot heavier. You do want a spear."

Though why pair that with Illusionist? What good would that do? Says the guy pairing Blacksmith and Thief

(Why indeed~)

"Oooh." Manami echoes that sound of realization as he gets a visual aid in what the difference is. He nods emphatically, remembering the weight of the spear he'd borrowed during the escape.

"Haha! Even spears are heavy. I wouldn't want anything even heavier! My legs are plenty strong, but my arms, well, not as much. Heh."

MarKus takes the lance back to hang it back on display, now taking a spear out of a barrel of them. It was sturdy enough, damascus tip on a metal pole. "Here, try this out. If that's too heavy you might want a wooden shaft, though... that's far more likely to break."

"Ah, yah, breaking would be bad." It'd be like your bike frame cracking in the middle of a race- that's just really not good.

He takes the spear and hefts it carefully. Somehow he feels a bit more comfortable holding it than the first time he had, but it's still a bit strange. And, well...

"Sorry, it's a little heavy." Trying to find the center of balance, the back end hits the ground with a clunk. Ah. "Just a little though. I might be able to get used to it but... Oh! Oh, could I try it? The difference between wood and metal? Do you have a target around?" (This isn't exactly a training yard, Manami...)

"Try it? Well there's room to swing around, but naw man, I don't have any targets. Are you trying to THROW it?"

That's also an important question! This, again, presents more options but with a shrug, MarKus digs out a spear from the back, basic damascus metal tip along the wodden shaft. "Here."

Hmm... maybe the Illusionist bit was making him more nimble than... what's the word... tanky.

"Throw it? Ohh, that's a good idea!"

He hefts the wooden spear, trying to see if he could. ...Mmm.

"Maybe not? I was actually thinking of Jump! It's great! I fly through the air, and then bam~ can land on the enemies. Well, in theory. I haven't tried it on an enemy yet. I'm sure it'll be different on something that moves. But I feel like being light is important, when you're flying! It's like having a good light frame for your bike! It has to be strong enough too though, or it'll break, like you said."

MarKus' brain went elsewhere when he started talking about being light, and then said 'frame', thinking of ye olde Mobile Suits until...

bikes...

"You know, you're the second one to bring up bikes." he says. "You used to right back home?" He says it as if he used to as well. Sadly no! "Someone else asked me to make them a bike. I haven't yet but... I don't know that I have the right tools to make a light one."

And POUT...

"Whoa-! Someone else was asking about a bike? I want a bike too! I'll gather all the money and materials I can to help you with that!"

That's how it works, right? The character gathers the money and materials, the blacksmith magically makes the thing out of the stuff!

He's way eager for this. Please say you'll try to make him a bike!

"More or less, yeah. But really it's more about money. I've got all the materials. Unless you find something more rare than gold, silver or iron." which, since he couldn't often leave to look around the land, shit was limited.

He DID want something more hype.

"Except for the parts about it magically happening. I actually HAVE to make it, the chain, the piping, the wheels. It's not magic around here. There is magic, but stuff doesn't just poof into existence."

He laughs a little to himself at the idea of a bike made with gold. That's just silly.

"Oh..." More disappointment. No magically formed parts, eh.
But still! That was close enough to a 'yes' to cheer him up considerably! And all he needs is money!

"Okay! I'll go earn a lot of money for you then!"

And he turns to run out of the shop (still holding the wooden spear).

Well, the spear was his... as long as the kid was comfortable with it. It's not like it would just snap off easy though. This is some magical fantasy land, it would just be weakened, worn... He'd have to fight something hardcore to outright break it. But it's a wood spear. Cheap, easy to replace, and good to keep MarKus busy!

(Oops. He'll be back a few days later to properly thank MarKus for the spear, then promptly run out again~)

[[ooc: thanks for the thread ^.^]]

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