Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/16].

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Everything seemed pretty normal to Amaya when she woke up that morning, and there was no reason why she should suspect anything otherwise. She got up, got ready, made some coffee and took note of the snow outside her window, and then headed downstairs, going through the motions of firing up the forge and getting things prepared for another day of working on swords and what not, without even really noticing anything yet.

Because, you know. Muscle memory, she did this every morning except Wednesdays, and she was still working through that coffee.

But once the workspace was nice and warm and comfortable despite the open windows and walls facing the street, once her brain was stepping out from the previous night's slumber, she looked around her shop and felt not the usual swell of pride that came along with the glance, but shock. Utter, complete shock.

"Why are all my weapons made of plastic?"

There was no one there who could answer that question, no, and, to be fair, they weren't all plastic. Some were rubber, some were foam, a few were wood. But they were clearly all toys, even Fjord's unfinished sword set aside on one of the worktables.

Amaya sucked in a breath, folding her arms as she glared at her weapons wall and then sent the glare up to...the island in general. "I know you think you're real cute sometimes, Fandom," she informed it, "but this one crosses a line!"

You just didn't mess with a woman's weapons! Of course, she might understand the whole thing a little more as the weekend went on, but for now, she was really feeling like she had quite the bone to pick with this island, yes.

The Forge is open!

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