fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [06/04].

Although no one could really have too much of axes in any given day, Amaya was taking a little bit of a break from the axes she was putting together for Eric (she'd made incredible progress so far, though, whole stacks of heads waiting to be sharpened and refined, absolute piles of handles waiting to be finished and attached), and so she was getting started on that rapier for Magnus, enjoying in particular the process of getting that nice solid lenght of steel all beaten down into that nice whispy little stinger. The motions of it were almost second nature, like breathing, so that, as she pounded away at the anvil, as she shoved it into the forge to let it heat up again to make it more supple before beating it down again, she thought about what sort of hilt to put on it (she didn't know Magnus very well yet, but she had a feeling he'd be more than happy with something simple and functional, but would also love something a bit more fancy and fussy), and also considered which of her ever-growing colleciton of materia (all thanks to her patent-pending Materia Incubator!) to enhance it with.

And then, of course, there were all the various pieces of the Secret Project she was working on for Seivarden, the one not even she knew about, scattered here and there, waiting to be shined up maybe a little bit more before she welded them all together, but paying jobs came first. And, honestly, just the fact that she finally had enough to keep her busy that she had to prioritize was just about one of the best feelings in the entire world, going hand-in-hand with the sweat rolling down her back, the ache already setting into her arms that would fully arrive by the end of the day, and that powerful music of the roaring forge accented with her hammer on steel.

This was what it was all about!

The Forge is open!

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Lucille had bought enough books to fill a small bookshelf, something she didn't have. The forge might not be the obvious place to go, but she had heard ~~handwavily~~ that the owner made all sorts of things, and that she would very likely be able to put together a decent bookshelf.

Stepping through the door, she was faced with a pile of axe heads. She tilted her head a little.

It was true; Amaya's skill in carpentry had increased practically tenfold since moving to this island...

But one unfortunate side effect of being in 'the ZONE,' as it were, was that when someone did walking into her shop, it took her a moment to realize it, engrossed in her work as she was, and it was only when she'd finished hammering out the length of the rapier and then held it up to inspect it and give it a small swish of a test as the steel cooled did she even realize that someone else was even there.

In her defense, it wasn't as though many people wandered into her shop most days, anyway.

"Oh!" She blinked a little in surprise while her brain sort of caught up so it could shift gears, and then she grinned. "A customer! Or at least someone who's a bit a lost, but I hope it's the first one! Welcome to the Forge," she nodded, considered the sword she was working on for a moment, and then promptly quenched it in the bucket beside her, releasing that always satisfying hiss into the air as steam lifted up from the rapidly cooling blade; she then pulled it out of the liquid, promptly wiped it off with a rag nearby, and now she could shift her attention to the other woman, "what can I do for you?"

Watched the blacksmith work, then smiled as she adressed her.

"I am a customer," she said. "Or at least I hope to be. My name is Lucille Sharpe and I'm in need of a bookshelf."

She definitely looked like she could put together a bookshelf.

"Nice to meet you," said Amaya, with a nod of greeting. "I'm Amaya. Amaya Blackstone. Bookcases are a little out of wheelhouse; I mostly specialize in weaponry, but I'm not going to be one to turn down a job!"

If the million little projects scattered around the shop were any indication.

And, then, after a blink, and an apparent spark of inspiration: "Unless... are we talking just a regular bookshelf? Or are we talking....a weaponized bookshelf?"

Amaya, no.

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Interesting and unexpected.

"And what is a weaponized bookshelf?" Lucille asked, trying not to let her curiosity be too obvious.

"You know," Amaya admitted, tilting her head a little as she thought about it, "I'm not entirely sure, but I am sure I could come up with something. Right off the bat, I'm thinking it might not be too different from a trap bookcase, where there's plenty of knives and whatnot unless you know what you're looking for and know how to use it. Potentially robotic arms, but that'd mess a little with the aesthetics of it, I should think. But even if it's just a few swords added on or maybe a good axe looming threateningly from the top, I'll bet whoever's using it'll think twice about leafing through any of your books!"

She...kind of wanted one for herself now. Not that she suspected anyone was spending much time leafing through any of her stuff in general.

"Shouldn't something like that be more subtle?" Lucille said, smiling as if she didn't take it too seriously.

"Like poisoned darts when you pull out a book."

"And if the book's bad enough," said Amaya, with a grin that was far too thrilled about this prospect, "then you might actually be doing that person a favor!"

Lucille appreciated Amaya's enthusiasm.

"Exactly. Although I assure you most of my books are good."

"That is good to know," said Amaya, who was, deep down, actually a nerdy little bookworm. "And good books'll need a good bookshelf. Do you have particular dimensions in mind? Preferred materials? Time frame for when you'd like it done by? I've got a few other things," she hitched a thumb toward the axes, waved a hand at the rapier, "in the queue at the moment, but that sounds like a project that shouldn't take me too long..."

Slightly longer than usual, maybe, depending on the level of potential weaponization they were feeling.

"Dark wood," Lucille said. "About this wide and this high," she gestured with her hands.

"Of course I would like it as soon as possible, but it would be dishonest of me to insist that my books wouldn't survive in boxes for a while. So when you have time."

"Hold on," said Amaya, holding up a finger for a moment as she hurried over to the counter to fish around for a pencil and a scrap of paper not already covered in notes. She scribbled down the 'dark wood' part, but the dimensions....

"Show me again the size?" she said, since, apparently, exact measurements were not apparently a big concern, but she could work with approximates, too.

"Boxes, eh?" she also asked. "Just moving in, then?"

Lucille showed her again.

"I am," she said. "I just returned to Fandom. I used to be a student here, and now I work at Pick Your Poison again.

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