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]

"I do not need them."

He would probably take and break them, to release the souls inside of the swords to be remade then use them for anything less than what they had been made for. Kenshin was a firm believer of only taking what he needed, not taking stuff just because it was offered to him. Especially improper swords. He turned to watch MarKus pound away at that one sword and then shook his head a little, walking up and just reaching to stop him in mid-swing.

"A gentle curve. It does not need to be deep or wrong, only a soft curve like that on a swallow tea bowl."

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"I've never *Thud* seen a *thud* tea bowl *twang* before." But that's not going to stop him from trying. MarKus stops when interrupted but is quick to get back to work.

He heats the blade again and hammers the metal, ruining it's edge of course, until he actually manages a proper curve; one that Kenshin approves of. "Okay, I think I can do this. I can't use this one but not bad right?" he boasts a bit.

He didn't have the same beliefs Kenshin did... no 'souls' were used to make a sword, except maybe his own? This isn't Dark Souls or anything like that!

[hiddenedges]

Kenshin clicked his tongue, shaking his head but still maintaining an amused smiled. People from other worlds were just plain strange, especially ones that never seen what was to him a rather normal everyday item. He watched MarKus work the metal and then nodded as the shape looked better, closer to how it should be.

"It does look more like it should, that it does."

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The hammering stopped finally as he held up the sword and then quickly sank it into a trough of water and oil. "There... okay. I can do this for sure. You'll have you Sakabatou in no time." he says, again, confident in his skills entirely.

The culture shock was far from surprising. Heck, surely Kenshin would be surprised by modern-day Japan, nevermind people who hadn't seen feudal Japan or the eras surrounding and spawning from it.

"I appreciate the help man!" And MarKus holds his hand out to shake Kenshin's

[hiddenedges]

He was having some culture shock as it was just from his housing alone. The moogle is also strange and let's not even go into the whole deal with magic and jobs. He was still trying to get use to the idea of needing a Job to use his natural skills.

MarKus' hand was given a look before he remembered himself and took it. He still bowed a little over the handshake - it was a Western custom that he had seen but never really had much use for it, so he wasn't going to linger at all. Only one or two pumps before he let go and took a step back. Touching people in that kind of manner was weird, okay?

"You are welcome. Send word when one's sword is ready."