Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [12/15].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya actually had a few orders in line for the holidays coming up, so she hadn't done nearly as much advertising as she maybe should have been, but she figured, now with her class finished for the semester, she could really put her nose to the grind stone and her hammer to the anvil and turn out some stuff easily by Christmas.

Still, after narrowly avoiding getting smashed by a falling rock candy icicle that failed to cling to the eaves when she pit out the sandwich board advertising some holiday specials on custom work, she ducked back in and was mostly focused on tinkering around with the Crumbler and what sort of upgrades she thought might be the most useful for this winter so far...

The Forge is open!


[[ when work is so obnoxiously slow, you actually remember to maybe make a forge post! This makes me absolutely terrified for next week, tho, ngl…]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

On days like this Seivarden was relieved to having been able to bring things from her own universe, although using Radchaai armour against deadly icicles seemed... not wrong, but still not what she had planned. On the other hand, there was no use making plans here at all.

One plan she had made was stopping by the forge to show Amaya a few things, which she had promised to do. She walked there, dodged a few marzipan boulders, while the icicles just slid off the armour, a thin metallic surface, impenetrable, that covered her skin. Stepping through the door, she deactivated it.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya was busy hammering away at something on the other side of the Crumbler, but she could tell someone had just come in, so she called out, with a groan of effort as the hammering stopped and she seemed to pull at something, "Be right with you! Unless you're some weird wintry Christmas thing, in which case, all I say is I've got fire, and a lot of it!"

A few more hammers, a sigh of relief, and then Amaya swiped the greasy back of her glove against her sweaty forehead and peeked over the Crumbler.

"Ah! Captain!" she said. "Good! I can save the fire.for the weapons."

Well, she hoped so, anyway.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Lieutenant these days, actually," Seivarden said. She glanced around the place. It had been a while.

"Are you too busy for some tea? I brought a flask. And guns, if you're interested."

[special_rabbit]

"'If you're interested,'" Amaya repeated with a wry tone and a roll of her eyes. "Just give me a second to clear off one of these tables, and let's have a look at those guns! I suppose we can make room for the tea as well."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden gave an amused snort as she placed the flask and two cups on the table, somewhere between some tools, and then opened her bag to pull out two guns.

"The armour turned out to be useful today. Have you seen the icicles?"

[special_rabbit]

"Almost took one to the shoulder when putting my sign out," Amaya said, hitching a thumb that way, then shaking her head. "Winters around here have a way of making you glad to be living where you work, I can tell you that much."

Granted, Amaya had almost ALWAYS lived where she worked, save for that brief stint with T&C, but still!

It didn't really matter too much, anyway, since there were fancy space guns.

"So here's the real question," she asked, picking one up for closer inspection. "Exactly how much am I allowed to actually break these beauties down?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'll show you," Seivarden said. She had been prepared for this, and she wasn't going to let Amaya turn the guns into tiny pieces.

She picked up one of them.

"So, this is how you reload," she began, holding it up so Amaya could see.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya leveled a look at Seivarden, one slightly (though barely) tempered with a faint smirk.

"That isn't what I asked in the slightest," she pointed out, in a tone that sounded pretty sure that Seivarden knew that. "I'm not interested in how they're used; I'm interested in how they're made."

And how was she going to find that out without deconstructing them down into itty bitty pieces??

[1000yearstoolate]

"And I'm showing you how they're made," Seivarden said, "By showing you how they're used."

But she wasn't going to disappoint her, and began taking it apart as if she was doing the kind of basic repairs she knew how to. Then she handed Amaya the other one.

"Try doing the same."

Hopefully she would be able to stop her before it ended up in pieces.

[special_rabbit]

"If knowing now to use a weapon was the same as knowing how to make on," Amaya argued, "then I'd be out of a job."

But she was paying attention, and it was easy enough breaking the gun down to those first initial steps, though Amaya was paying very close attention to the very mi minute details on how things moved and slid away and fit together again.

"What kind of power source do these use, anyway?" she asked, breaking it down again and trying to peer in further, itching to also break it down further, because, yeah, basic repairs were one thing, but if you really wanted to know a machine, you had to go way deeper...

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden gave her a more detailed technical description, hovering a bit closer to make sure Amaya didn't take it apart in a way that would make either of them unable to put it together again.

"But before you dive too deep into that you should really see the armour."

Would that distract her?

[special_rabbit]

Oh, don't act all surprised or offended that this was happening, Seivarden. You weren't gone for that long.

"One thing at a time!" Amaya scolded a little, frowning slightly at how this was enough to get to where she wanted to be, so she considered it for a moment before venturing, "Now, if only I could remove this part right here...should be easy enough, you can see the joints just fine, then that would let me..."

Blah blah blah.

So on and so forth.

There was very clearly a vision in Amaya's head now. And she was not to be deterred.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden tried to remind herself that she could get another gun if one of them broke. She wasn't stuck here. She could go back, well, she could at least ask to get the things she needed. She drew a breath.

"You can keep that one. But I'm not sure if I can get you another one if you can't put it together again."

She hadn't planned that, but it was just that sudden reminder of what spending time with Amaya, which was always a bit on her terms, was like.

[special_rabbit]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and when Seivarden was probably shocked and offended when she set a steak in front of a dog and they ate it, too.

"I'll put it back together," Amaya assured her, with confidence.

And a pause.

"Eventually."

And, with that, she carefully gave the part in question a firm tug to slowly pull it away and reveal a little more of the inner workings, setting it down on the table so she could really start laying it out.

"I'll just weld it if I have to."

Which should instill plenty of confidence in Seivarden, right?

But she picked a little more and let out a sort of impressed whistle. "But zounds, this is a beauty..."

More so now that she could start understanding it!

[1000yearstoolate]

"Welding isn't a good idea," Seivarden said quickly.

Then she poured two cups of tea and held out one to Amaya, shielding the gun from her view.

"We really need some tea with this, and this is very good tea."

[special_rabbit]

Guess who managed to break down the gun just a little bit more and spread out a few more of the parts onto the table for a better look, like it was an autopsy a blueprint and regarded it thoughtfulyl for a moment before reaching out to take the cup with a grateful nod and took a sip.

Well. It was tea. Amaya's brain was able to process that much. But at the moment, there were far more important things at hand.

Yes. More important than tea.

"What you would think," she mused, "about adding an elemental switch mechanism to vary the type of damage done? Now, I understand, once there's snow on the ground, I start thinking we need to add fire to everything, but I'll bet you one of these years, this island's going ot throw something at us that'll need ice to take care of it, even in the middle of winter. I'd love to see what this thing can do if imbued with some of that materia I've been incubating far too much of these days. If I get working on it soon, I might even have it finished by Christmas!"

Implying, of course, that then it would be a gift back to Seivarden.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Well," Seivarden said, who didn't really see the point, but who had already given up on there being no modifications that had to be done, "It's worth a try."

She took a sip of tea.

"By the way, do you want to shoot me?"

[special_rabbit]

What was the point? It would be a fancy space gun that could alternate between fire, ice, and lightning shots! Plus it was fun! That was the point!

But Amaya blinked over at Seivarden.

"Shoot you? Why would I want to--"

You could see the exact moment the gears shifted behind her bright blue eyes.

"Oh! Right! To show off the armor, right? Well," she snorted a little at the gun spread out on the table, "not with this one, I'm not shooting anyone. And besides, I'm more of a melee combat type, anyway..."

She gave a not-so-subtle glance back at some of her mighty fine faces and then turned back to Seivarden with an unmistakable grin.

"I mean," she said, "if you really wanted to impress me."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You want to stab me with a sword instead?"

That worked too, of course.

[special_rabbit]

"Well " said Amaya, "I think the best test of any armor is to make sure it can withstand a multitude of various possibilities..."

Did you want the whole armory thrown at you, Seivarden? Because that was how you got the whole armory thrown at you. 1a

[1000yearstoolate]

"Fine," Seivarden said with a laugh, activating the armour, her body instantly covered in a thin metallic surface.

"Try whatever you like."

No experimenting on the actual armour though, Amaya.