Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

If anything was at all out of the ordinary today, Fjord had yet to really notice. He felt pretty go-get-'em today if anything, which he was going to just attribute to excitement about his class being headed off to sea next and then the more or less relaxing dip he'd taken in the onsen after class yesterday. Hell, he was downright excited to be getting to work today. If he couldn't go home, coming here was the next best thing.

Yeah, this? This was good.

... See if he'd keep thinking that, or if that would change in the next thirty seconds, there.

[OOC: ... I mean, I'm not saying I paid up this account just to upload sixteen more icons for today, but I totally did. Open!]

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[special_rabbit]

Well, it could start with Amaya coming downstairs into the shop that morning without two mugs of coffee, which should really set off anyone's strangeness meters. Except Amaya's apparently, as she seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it at all, wearing a grin on her face, because she may not have two mugs, but she still had two fists, and they looked just about willing and raring to go.

"'Morning, Fjord," she said, because some things really couldn't change. "I reckon coffee's not going to cut it today; let's you and me see about getting this day started with a good old fashioned rumble."

[[god bless you, random icon day]]

[built_fjord_tough]

Well, that was a different way to start a day, sure, but hell, Fjord didn't seem too concerned. A rumble? Sure. He crouched down and fell into an intense sort of focus at the suggestion.

"Why the hell not," he replied. "I haven't had a good throw-down in far too damn long, and adrenaline gets the blood pumping a hell of a lot better than coffee anyway."

This was going to end in eldritch blasts and horror, just watch.

[special_rabbit]

"Actually," said Amaya, who had straightened up from her stance just as Fjord had gotten settled into his, "on second thought, I actually need you to go and check some of the hinges on the supply closet door. I think I may have knocked it a bit loose the other day when I was getting something out. Take this wrench."

To be fair, Amaya seemed to have random wrenches easily on hand at any given day, and she handed it over easily to Fjord, with the strangest pang of confused disappointment, because, she'd be honest, she didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was kind of looking forward to getting a few punches in on Fjord and seeing just how good he punched back.

Ah, well. Perhaps another time. Apparently, that door really needed attending to STAT.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Well... alright," Fjord replied, taking that wrench, though the intensity hadn't faded in the least. As a matter of fact, it was apparently being channeled into his trip to the supply closet door, which he was seeing to with the sort of gusto that could only come from a... flying leap, a spin in mid-air, and bringing that wrench down on top of one of those hinges. Hard.

...

There was probably now more wrong with the hinges than there had been a moment before.

[special_rabbit]

And Amaya, just barely holding back a groan, just rolled her eyes.

Which was strange, because she'd have likely normally been impressed by that sort of thing.

"Not how you use a wrench, Fjord," she told him. "In fact, I'm pretty sure that's about nearly the damn near opposite of how you use a wrench, Fjord."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yeah?" A bright green burst of energy coalesced in Fjord's hand. "Then maybe this is better?"

... Sorry about that door, Amaya. Fjord would fix it when he was feeling less randomly and thoroughly aggressive.

"Eldritch blast!"

And just saying attack names. Like a nerd.

[special_rabbit]

Fandom Island was a very dangerous place for doors, lately, it would seem.

And challenging Fjord to a spar first thing in the morning got him all riled up real quick.

Good to note, though she was a bit too busy reacting with a shockingly appropriate gasp.

"Fjord!"

[built_fjord_tough]

... Well, there would be all the more reason to gasp in just a moment, as Fjord fell backwards, slowly, as though suspended in water, as a giant golden eye opened up to stare at him from where the door had once been.

And the owner of that eye said, in a voice that was everywhere and nowhere and all in their heads all at once:

WATCHING.

... Happy Wednesday, huh?

[special_rabbit]

Yeah, no. Amaya didn't know what was going on, but she did know that she wasn't about to take to giant golden eyes just being all telepathic and voyeuristic from her supplies closet where they had no business being in the first place.

Luckily, she was surrounded by weapons.

Unfortunately, out of all the very fine weapons at her immediately disposal, the one she actually grabbed was nothing more than a frying pan tied to an old, rusted, broken sword handle, but...hey, it would do the trick just as well as any of the others.

"Take that!" she shouted, leaping forward to send the makeshift weapon down on the big glowing eye, really show it what's what around here.

[mages_suck]

Fenris went to the forge, stomping through the door with his arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face. "Fjord, the damn hotel's being problematic!"

[built_fjord_tough]

Well... That was confusing. Confusing and utterly upsetting. Which were emotions Fjord was experiencing from face first on the floor, apparently.

"... Problematic how, Fenris?"

And was he sure it was just the hotel?

[mages_suck]

"Why are you on the floor?!" Fenris growled, "What happened? Who has done this?"

[built_fjord_tough]

That... That would have been Sabian. Not that Fenris would know who that was. But it was at the forefront of Fjord's mind just then. The knives, the explosion...

... Oh, look. Fjord was drowning.

[mages_suck]

"Why are you like this?" Fenris growled, pounding him on the back to get the water out. "How do you keep getting the water in your lungs on dry land, you stubborn seaman? Stop this at once."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Stop hitting me," Fjord growled, once the water was no longer an issue.

It might have come along with a summoned falchion and a handful of glowing green energy. Fjord was clearly having A Day.

"Something's completely messed up here!"

For one thing, he seemed to keep seesawing between totally fine, suddenly aggressive, and drowning. Possibly his first hint things were off.

... He'd blown up the supply closet door earlier. Today was going well.

[mages_suck]

"Yeah, like you drowning AGAIN on dry land," Fenris smirked.

[built_fjord_tough]

"What, do you think that's funny?" Fjord turned a look toward Fenris with a sort of hawklike attentiveness, a frown on his face.

Later that day, after classes...

[special_rabbit]

Considering the day started with a whole bunch of crazy stuff in the supplies closet, Amaya had been pleasantly surprised that her class later that day had gone relatively smoothly. And once she got back to the shop, she thought maybe it would be best if she hung by the door and lifted a hand to her mouth to call in, "Oy! Fjord! We clear on random beasts in the closet yet?"

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[built_fjord_tough]

"So far, so good," Fjord replied, turning a grin toward the door. "Had a few touch and go moments where I was a snake, but those were fleeting at best."

He smiled.

"How did class go?"

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[special_rabbit]

"Surprisingly well," said Amaya, nodding, punching a fist into her palm to emphasize how nicely everything fit together. "My TA seemed a little off...he needed to consult the manual for a project he's already done before...I didn't even know we had a manual for it!...but other than that," she nodded again, another palm punch, "not bad. No monsters hiding in the supply closet there, but, then again, no one managed to break the door, either."

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[built_fjord_tough]

"And I'm sorry about that," Fjord replied, "I'll fix that when whatever this is... is over."

A pause, and then in a splash of seawater, he summoned his falchion.

"But if anything else does show up in the supply closet, we've got it handled."

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[special_rabbit]

Grinning faintly, proudly, Amaya took a moment to adjust her gloves with a few good satisfying tugs. "We sure do," she agreed warmly. "You know, we made a pretty good team this morning, didn't we?"

Just ignore the fact that they'd really only gotten a few good hits in before this or that generally distracted them until they remembered, right. Dragon in the closet.

It was rather nice, too, of the dragon, to just wait for them to do their thing.

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[built_fjord_tough]

"I would say so," Fjord agreed, turning a look toward the closet.

Just to make sure it understood that they were serious, here.

"You wield a mean frying pan."

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[special_rabbit]

"Ha!" Amaya snorted. "Naturally! Just so long as it's not in a kit--"

And it happened, just like that, mid-sentence, Amaya Blackstone found herself significantly shorter and furrier, with floppy ears but the same bright blue eyes.

Twitching her nose, she huffed slightly, thinking this wasn't really much of an improvement on a boar. No one got nervous when cornered by an angry rabbit.

Well. Except in that one movie...

...she'd just have to be like that rabbit, she supposed. As i this was anything to worry about. Because, clearly, she'd be changing back to normal in just a few seconds.

Re: Later that day, after classes...

[built_fjord_tough]

"... You, ah, okay there, Amaya?"

Fjord regarded her for a moment, not terribly worried. After all, things were changing so much today that of course she'd be able to answer him in just a moment.