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fandomtownies2019-07-29 01:00 pm
special_rabbit) wrote in fandomtownies2019-07-29 01:00 pm
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [07/29].
At least a quick peek out the window showed that it wasn't just Amaya's shop being altered by whatever whim had struck the island this time around, and as far as the transformations went, this one wasn't too bad, it just made her feel like she had to run upstairs and grab her glasses, but she still couldn't help being a little irked. Worst of it was that the weapons were gone again.
Well...
...mostly. The wall was filled with hammers instead of the usual swords and axes and maces and flails and what have you. Hammers...and flowers.
Now, Amaya liked flowers. She had a green thumb that was itching to get some things going upstairs in that greenhouse she'd put in this summer. But flowers as weapons? She was more than a little skeptical.
Until she actually picked on up and, through a subsequent set of actions that were more baffling than anything, found out that these flowers were primed and ready for fiery destruction. Something she found out thanks to a few of those little fireballs that spewed forth from it hopping right on over to one of the worktables and all but instantly igniting it.
"...this is a bad month for tables," she muttered to herself, sort of watching the blaze with wide, albeit pixelated eyes, before finally snapping to it and going to fetch something to put the fire out before she was down one more table and a bit pile of sixteen bit ash.
The Forge is open!
Well...
...mostly. The wall was filled with hammers instead of the usual swords and axes and maces and flails and what have you. Hammers...and flowers.
Now, Amaya liked flowers. She had a green thumb that was itching to get some things going upstairs in that greenhouse she'd put in this summer. But flowers as weapons? She was more than a little skeptical.
Until she actually picked on up and, through a subsequent set of actions that were more baffling than anything, found out that these flowers were primed and ready for fiery destruction. Something she found out thanks to a few of those little fireballs that spewed forth from it hopping right on over to one of the worktables and all but instantly igniting it.
"...this is a bad month for tables," she muttered to herself, sort of watching the blaze with wide, albeit pixelated eyes, before finally snapping to it and going to fetch something to put the fire out before she was down one more table and a bit pile of sixteen bit ash.
The Forge is open!