fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/22].

Amaya had been spending an awful lot of time in the forge these days, not that you'd know it, but she was, honest! After all, teaching shop was pretty tried and true and as second nature as breathing these days, and she actually had a lot of outsourced jobs that had been keeping her busy, namely an exceptionally challenging piece commissioned by the King of Eastern Kolyma, an elaborate combination puzzle-crossbow for his daughter's birthday, which she was finally putting the finishing touches on, before taking a second to admire it and test it ou--

*TWHANG* *THWAP* *BOING*

...okay, so maybe it needed just a bit more work, unless Amaya wanted to cause an international indicident by inadvertantly allowing the princess to shoot her eye out. The kid was just a wee lass, too, and while that would probably lead to a striking appearance with an eyepatch for her future, she somehow didn't think the king would appreciate it too much.

Back to work, then!

The Forge is open!

[[ *dies coughing from all the dust that needed to be brushed off* ]]

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It was hard to avoid that noise when walking by, and Seivarden stopped, hesitating. Then she remembered there was no awkwardness at all, because why should it be, and not stopping by to talk to an old friend might suggest that there was.

"Amaya?"

Seivarden stepped through the door.

"Watch your head if you're coming in!" Amaya called almost cheerfully from where she was bent over the crossbow at her work table, without looking up. "The last few clicks on this thing is getting the spring ultra fully loaded!"

Which packed quite a zing, but it was a little lacking on the control aspects, which was pretty important in a range weapon.

But then Amaya blinked up at the wall by the door.

"You know," she mused, "I should keep hard hats over there, for days like this. Wouldn't be the worst idea!

Then she finally seemed to notice who had stepped in.

"Ah! Seivarden! Good to see you! Not here to force me to stop for some tea, are you?"

Seivarden instinctively dodged that potential projectile, then sighed.

"Amaya. Of course I am. If you're going to shoot any customers you clearly need tea."

Because tea was always needed.

"Shooting customers is a good way to show them the importance of some good, high quality, custom made armor!" Amaya countered with a grin, before giving the crossbow a bit of a wistful look, with a sigh.

"But I suppose a break wouldn't hurt. Maybe allow me to get to looking at this with some fresh eyes in a bit..."

"They won't pay you if they're dead," Seivarden said, leaning against a table. "So, that's a crossbow, isn't it?"

Seivarden was a bit proud that she remembered.

There was a long pause before Amaya addressed that first part.

"You'd be surprised."

But weapons made for a better topic than the undead, anyway, so a grin blossomed as she halted the elaborately decorated crossbow in the air.

"And it sure is! A bit of a special one; there's a variable puzzle on the latch that needs to be solved before it'll shoot. More novelty than practicality, but I do like the idea for it. It's a special order from back home, a king who's gotta daughter who loves shooting and solving!"

"I hope she doesn't have to solve it before every time she wants to shoot," Seivarden said. "That would be worse than remembering those pin codes."

"Yeah," Amaya agreed, "I don't think a wetzel wolf or a snarling snarlax is going to stop charging just because you say 'hang on a minute! I think I've almost got it!' But that's royalty for you, I guess. More grand ideas than practical sense!"

"I suppose it depends ont what she likes to shoot," Seivarden said. "Talking about shooting, did you manage to put the gun back together?"

"Now what kind of question is that?" asked Amaya, giving Seivarden a reproachful look as her arms folded in front of her to ward off any sense of insult. "Of course I did! And I improved on it, too, I'll tell you that much! Hold on a sec. Let me go get it."

It was just over there, under the counter, but she was just going to take her time and let Seivarden sweat out exactly what she meant by 'improved on' just for even asking her such a thing.

"Improved?" Seivarden asked, both curious and a little concerned.

Sounds, it was like she didn't even pay attention when she brought the gun around in the first place!

"Materia slots!" Amaya announced triumphantly, pulling out the gun and holding it up with a beaming, proud grin. It looked quite a bit shinier than the last time Seivarden had seen it, and, sure enough, there was a small addition with two round little divets in it. "So now you've got the option to shoot lightning, fire, or ice with it, with the might materia set in."

"That's... actually impressive."

Seivarden quickly realised what she had just said and added: "Which doesn't surprise me of course."

If you thought that little addendum was going to save you a side eye over the fact that Amaya could recall you all but sweating bullets the whole time she had her hands on that gun in the first place, Seivarden, you were mistaken. Her wry grin, though, was all she would have to say on the matter.

"You want to give it a few tries to see what I mean?" she asked, setting the gun on the counter so she could fish out a few of the small, shiny pieces of materia from underneath it.

"Why not," Seivarden said. "At what?"

Hopefully not randomly in the forge.

"They don't explode, do they?"

It was fine if they did, she just preferred to know in advance.

"I'll go roll out the target," said Amaya, going to do just that.

That poor, abused, surprisingly resilient and sturdy target...

"And if it does explode," she added, "it would have more to do with you, Ca--erm, Lieutenant, than it would the gun. I've fired it plenty without incident."

At this point, anyway! There was a little smoke in the first adjustments, but they'd long since been fixed!

Seivarden wasn't sure if that was comforting, but she followed Amaya.

"I'm glad to see that you've made good use of it," she said, aiming to compensate for the previous comment.

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/22].

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