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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Okay, good. Wednesday had rolled around, and that meant Fjord could go back to work and throw himself into geting done whatever needed to be done. Hit things with hammers. Work off some of that excess frustration that reached all the way the hell back to two Wednesdays ago. He was reasonably certain he had the whole 'throwing star' situation handled, had possibly even made too many somewhere in there. The supply closet had a door again. The shelving seemed to be in order...

He was going to start a new sword today, to be worked on in between actual projects handed to him by Amaya. That was what he was going to do. And with any luck, the amount of hammering he was going to do today would mean he'd be able to come to work less frustrated with life in general next week.

... It really wouldn't, but wasn't wishful thinking great?

[OOC: Open!]

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Amaya, meanwhile, despite having lost a good three days of work in addition to all the work she'd lost the week before, was in an amazingly good mood that morning. But, then again, squeezing a weekend's worth of work making the most ridiculous contraptions you could dredge up into one Tuesday (and probably a little bit before class, too) would do that to you if you were Amaya Blackstone. That, and the perspective of some fairly steady-sounding repair work coming in from Verity soon, and the fact that at least with this last transformations, she still had opposable thumbs and a healthy apprecition for weapons...

...it could have been worse. It could have been a lot worse. For example, at least only one person had come into the shop, because she'd been just about ready to scrap with a squirrel for looking at her funny.

"'Morning, Fjord!" Annnnd there was the coffee, which took a bit longer to make that day, on account of the fact that Amaya had put together a Rube Goldberg machine for that, too, because why not, not that Fjord would know that, and she grinned. "How was your weekend?"

"Amaya!" Fjord turned a little grin Amaya's way as he set aside the sheet of steel he'd been contemplating. "It's over now, and I think that's the best thing about it. Spent it as some kind of knuckle-brained, five-foot-tall talking rodent thing."

Echidna, Fjord. It was a monotreme.

"How'd you fare?"

"Kind of wishing I hadn't missed that," Amaya admitted as she tried conjuring up that in her head, "but not so bad. Spent most of it here, really, thinking I was defending an arsenal of weapons claimed by the Foot Clan. Now, let me ask you something. If you're going to go and have a large-scale operation of ninjas and whatnot for the purposes of doing nefarious and evil deeds intended to strike fear into the hearts and minds of all who hear it, why would you go and name yourselves Foot Clan? I mean, I suppose it's still better than a lot of other body parts. Lot better than, say, Knee Clan. Elbow Clan. Upper Proximal Tibia Clan. But still. Foot Clan? Come on now.

"Animal names are better," she added, with a pump of her fist. "Tiger Clan. Dragon Clan. Now those are some names with some real bite to them."

Yes. She'd spent a lot of time thinking about this since yesterday.

"Foot Clan!" Yup, still a little mystified by it, and she shook her head a little before moving on. "Just about nearly kicked Seivarden's head off when she came in, though; that might make for an awkward conversation later."

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Fjord was just kind of nodding along with most of that. Sure, foot was a stupid name for anything that wanted to take itself seriously. Yes, animals were definitely far more fearsome, and wouldn't it indeed be awkward when--

He paused. And blinked.

And then the tiniest smirk crossed his lips.

Sorry, Amaya. Fjord was laughing hysterically on the inside. On the outside, mostly he just grinned and drawled, "Oh, did you now?"

"'Fraid so," Amaya answered, shaking her head a little. "It was a good thing for her that she had that axe," she hitched her thumb toward where the greataxe was leaning against a worktable, having no place else to go at the moment with the giant shuriken in its old spot, "on hand to block me, and a good thing for me that she really doesn't have any good sense of how to use it."

Fjord glanced at the axe, and then made a soft snorting sound. Finally decided she didn't want all those uncivilized weapons cluttering up her place, huh?

Good-o.

"Would've been unpleasant all around if things went a little differently," he mused, smirking faintly. "Glad you're in one piece, Amaya."

"Well, then, that makes two of us," said Amaya, who hoped it might have at least been a few more than just two, really, "and I'm not entirely sure that'd be the case if I hadn't been so dead-set on making sure I defended this newfound holding of the Foot Clan. She was pretty scrappy, this Foot Recruit. If I didn't think she'd have likely picked a fight with anything that moved, I'd almost feel a little disappointed I didn't get out more. She could do these flips that I wouldn't have been able to pull of even if I had a million years.

"I'm still a little put out that it didn't clear up until Tuesday, though," she admitted. "I always feel bad missing movie class, but hopefully, it wasn't anything too good."

Musicals.

She really hoped it was one of those blasted musicals. Nothing to miss there!

"Some thing about a guy who gets blasted into space," Fjord offered. "And I think there were warrior people who were part bird? I don't know, I was mostly there for the free popcorn."

Sooooo....not a musical. Likely. Or if it was, it would have been one of the rare kind Amaya could actually stomach.

"Sounds like knuckle-brained, five-foot-tall talking rodent you had some pretty decent priorities, at least," Amaya noted. "But zards! Those space ones are always my favorite. Did the props and set pieces look like something I could have probably have made blindfolded with one arm tied behind my back before my coffee, too?"

Fjord grinned a little.

"Absolutely did," he agreed. "And hell if I could follow the plot. But there was definitely a lot of fighting."

"Ah!" Amaya balled her fists and shook them a little. "Double zards! Of course I would miss a good one! I can't even justify it with the reasoning that I'd gotten in a lot of actual fighting instead, because even that died down once Seivarden convinced me that she, too, was a member of the Foot Clan."

Not that she'd been very hard to convince.

Amaya sighed. "Guess I'll just have to ask Peter about the name. And then maybe finally consider getting one of those television things..."

Oooh, or make one!

How hard could it be??

"There's a television in the hotel room Fenris and I are in," Fjord mused. "Never turn the damn thing on, though. Always too much to do."

Said the guy who had three jobs because he was bored.

"If I track down this movie," said Amaya, after a thoughtful moment, "I might have to borrow it. Then again, if I were to do that, I can't guarantee you'd be getting it back in one piece, and I'm not too sure how the hotel would feel about that. Can't imagine a movie's like that nearly as much fun by yourself anyway; the social aspect half the fun."

If she was going to get lost in a story by herself, might as well just read a book.

"It is, isn't it?" Fjord mulled that one over for a moment. "I'll have to add that one to the list, then, right up there with that dragon one. Maybe I can persuade the folks at the cinema in town to play the both of them."

Like a double feature!

Not that Fjord knew what that was.

"I do need to know how that dragon one ended," Amaya agreed. She knew full well she could easily just ask someone who'd stayed on until the end, but where was the fun in that? It wasn't the same thing at all, even if, by now, she'd probably concocted so many potential endings in her own head that she'd only wind up severely disappointed. But at least she'd know from experiencing it. "And maybe tell Peter that the next time things go a bit off, he should go ahead and play one of those musicals or mushy ones so that I don't wind up with a list longer than we could squeeze into an evening."

"Something nobody'll really miss, huh?" Fjord smirked a little. "Yeah, might be worth passin' that on to Peter. Pretty sure you're the one he's playin' the action and adventure stories for, after all."

Amaya's smirk back might have had a little bit of a blush in it, despite the defiant lift of her chin. "Now I've told him countless times not to feel any obligation to suit my particular tastes," though she never really passed up the opportunity to offer her suggestions, either, "and half the time, it seems he can't really control what it plays, anyway."

If she really thought about it, though, they really had been veering a bit that way more often than not this time around, hadn't they?

"But I'm sure if it turns out there's someone out there who can't handle all that fun and excitement, then they're more than welcome to mention it."

Like she alway made a point to do with the musicals and mushy ones.

"I'm sure they are," Fjord agreed easily. "All he's got to work with is the feedback, after all. You're bein' right helpful by tellin' him what the audience wants, is all."

"And if anyone else in the audience wants something different," Amaya stated, "they're more than welcome to offer that feedback, as well, I imagine. You're not trying to tell me you'd rather have more of the musicals and the mushy stuff, now, are you, Fjord?"

If he was, she might just have to go and resort some other strong opinions she had about a few things.

Fjord gave a soft 'tch' sound in reply to that, shaking his head 'no.'

"The action suits me just fine," he replied. "I got my fill of musicals in class last week, and mushy stuf was never on my radar in the first place."

No time for mush, no interest in romance.

Just as it should be.

"Good," Amaya snorted faintly after a firm nod. "I was almost starting to think you were trying to subtly make a suggestion there, but, as that's thankfully not the case, I'll take it as a compliment and say you're welcome. I'm glad I can do my part in ensuring those movie maintain a certain quality, as I do anything I'm passionate about."

"You've got discerning tastes and that ain't a bad thing," Fjord replied easily. "If I was complainin', trust me, you'd know."

Maybe?

Really, he was actually kind of awful at it.

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