fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [03/30].

Being the newest member of the prestigious Foot Clan, this Foot Recruit knew she had to prove herself worthy and capable, and, sometimes, clearly, that meant taking on a few less-than-glamorous jobs that were likely to be boring and lacking in sufficient action. She really wanted to just crack some skulls for the glory of the Foot Clan, but it seemed that this was not in the cards for her quite yet. If she was honest, when she woke up, uncertain where she was but clearly placed there as some sort of test, she wasn't entirely sure what her assignment was supposed to be, until, after a good deal of time stalking around upstairs and searching for clues and/or enemies, she found her way downstairs, caught the wall absolutely covered in weapons and a few other things scattered around what looked like a blacksmith's shop, and it all made sense to her now.

Of course. They'd claimed the place for the Foot Clan, and she was supposed to keep tabs on everything and protect this new arsenal at all costs!

"Foot CLAAAAAN!" she shouted, leaping down from the top of the stairs with grace and....exhuberance, sparing absolutely no time in snatching up the nearest weapon soon ater landing and appreciating the fine work before giving it a few swings around the more open space of the room.

And that's when she discovered the work table covered in throwing stars and knives.

Ohhh, she was going to like this assignment. And pity to any fool who thought themselves cute to try and claim this arsenal for themselves.

Which, really, she hoped at least someone would. It seemed like such a waste to have all these weapons and not get to use them, really, now. Especially for the GLORY of the FOOT CLAN!!!

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Seivarden stood outside the forge with an impressive battle axe and an elegant sword, wondering if this was really a good day. Amaya might be her usual self though, and she'd prefer to get the weapons returned as soon as possible.

She knocked on the door. "Amaya? Are you there?"

The Foot Recruit's attention snapped to the door at the knocking sound, narrowing her eyes at the voice coming through it. Finally! An intruder! A chance to really show the generals what she could do! Eyes widening with excitement, and sporting a grin to match, she took a moment to execute a few (wholly unnecessary and excessive) flips to bring her closer to the door.

Who was this Amaya character? Was that the person they took this arsenal from? Barely keeping herself back from cackling with excitement, her brain whirled with possibilities as she tried to think of what this Amaya might sound like, then cleared her throat and gave it a try.

"Yup," she said, "that's me. I'm Amaya. Come on in!"

Luckily, for this Foot Recruit, it turned out that she sounded almost exactly like Amaya Blackstone without even really trying!

Unluckily for Seivarden, this Foot Recruit was also ready to spring the moment she'd cleared that door, to greet her with a flying kick to the face and a rousing battle cry of "Foot CLAAAAAAA~AA~~AAAAN!!!"

As that voice wasn't Amaya's, Seivarden was prepared for something as she opened the door. Not a flying kick to the face perhaps, but she was holding two weapons, and instinctively raised the axe in front of her face.

"What the fuck?!"

An axe! And a sword! Well, then, this person clearly came ready to fight, and so a fight it shall be! The Foot Recruit wound up kicking the axe instead of the intruder's face, but that was fine, a little split-second alteration and a well-placed flip, and she would hopefully be able to kick that weapon right out of her hand! And then come back around to get her in the face like she originally intended thanks to some effortless acrobatics that she'd spent a very long time trying to perfect, thank you very much.

The kick forced the axe from Seivarden's hands, and she let go of the sword as she dodged the kick, then lunged at this person, aiming to push her down and trap her on the floor.

And it almost seemed as thought that actually worked, Intruder, because the Foot Recruit was more than happy to let you think you'd managed to knock her and pin her down, so that she could better grab you by your shirt and flip you over her with a powerful buck of her hips and a...somewhat inexplicable turn in the air to reverse the move to pin her down instead.

Seivarden let out a muffled sound as she landed on her back, pinned down by the stranger.

"Who the fuck are you? Where's Amaya?"

And, with the intruder successfully pinned, the Foot Recruit grinned wildly, balling up a fist and pulling it back threateningly. "I think I'll be the one asking the questions right now," she said. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Seivarden really didn't want that fist in her face, and it wasn't like what the person was asking was a secret.

"I'm Seivarden Vendaai, I came here to return some weapons to Amaya."

Then, because she actually knew a move that might get her out of this, she added:

"And you are?"

And the Foot Recruit narrowed her eyes slightly, fist still poised, seemingly not yet satisfied with those answers. "Who's Amaya? Is that a code-word? Are you here on behalf of the Foot Clan..." And here her glare sharpened, "or against?"

"Of course I'm not against you," Seivarden said, as claiming anything else would be stupid in her current situation. Then she made a sudden twist, aiming to use her leg to push free and change their positions.

The sudden shift had worked, to a point, because the Foot Recruit was riled up and hyper-aware and had spent many, many, many years training for skirmishes just like this, and she was going to use the change in positions to her advantage, taking that brief window in a second's time to pull away from the intruder. She rolled away on the floor, then pushed herself up, did a few flips to put her near the worktable where she'd seen the throwing knives earlier.

And her eyes darted to that nice big axe the intruder had brought in. With a few more flips, she bounced over to pick it up and swing it around defensively.

"You're Foot Clan, then?" she asked.

Oh, those flips were just showing off, Seivarden though, and then..

Oh no, the axe.

"Of course I am. Don't you need weapons?"

She hoped the axe would still be in good shape after this weekend.

OH, they were totally showing off. But the Foot Recruit was good at them, so why the heck not? She really felt the need to prove herself, after all, and an excellent display of needless flips was just one effective strategy to do so.

She considered the question, and the arsenal that they had clearly already secured for themselves, and then considered the weapons this person had brought in.

"These are to add to the collection?" she guessed, still sounding skeptical, eyes narrowed with her doubt.

Seivarden snorted. "What else would they be for?"

She got to her feet. "Well, then, now that you have them I'll be off.

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [03/30].

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