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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [12/02].

Inspired by her conversation at the bar with Seivarden early in the week, Amaya had been working on a few more things for the shop, trying to get a good head-start on some of the more...controversial things that usually came along with December. She was trying to remember what else there was, besides the accursed mistletoe, to worry about, and she knew she had plenty of things that would help with inflatables should they attack again, snowmen she'd been prepared for for years, roving string lights were a little trickier, but she figured a good set of armored boots for crushing would work great. So she had lots of idea and suggestions and things to make available, which included, of course, a new sandwich board to be set outside the door to draw people into the shop:

Defend Yourself Against December!
With Blackstone Foundry & Forge!

Flamethrowers! Materia-enchanced Weapons! Big Sticks with Pointy Things!

Everything you'll need to keep you and yours safe
this Holiday Season!

Inquire inside TODAY!

After giving it a moment to read over it again and nod with satisfied pride at the results, Amaya headed back into the shop to get back to work on a few things that may or may not wind up as Christmas gifts to certain people in a few weeks down the lines now. A few bears wandered in from the street, which was an intriguing prospect until she realized they were just there to offer up some of those sodas, which she gladly took with thanks, because it was hot work in front of the forge, and those drinks were mighty refreshing. The bears didn't stick around for too long, though, because it could get mighty warm in the workshop with said forge, much too warm for polar bears and all that fur, but at least one of them stuck around long enough to hear her pitch on armor for bears and the right to bear arms (*da-da-ching*) before politely declining and making its exit.

The Forge is open!

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So the morning had already been eventful, and while it was quickly becoming apparent he wasn't going to get a lot of work done at the shop today, he figured it was a good as time as any to get the new pup out and used to his new home.

That, and also learning the critical skill of walking on a leash properly. So, there was Dwight walking up to the forge, calling out to Amaya as he approached.

"That is quite the interesting sign you got there Amaya..." he said with a chuckle as he stopped outside, making sure the excited pup didn't get into anything he shouldn't. "How have things been?"

"That," Amaya declared, looking up from what was shaping out to be some shiny new axe, "is a money-making sign, if the people of this town knows what's good for 'em!"

And they usually did, which was why she was still here and in business!

"And who's that?" she nodded toward the little pup, hands and hammer on her hips. "You find yourself a new friend, there, Dwight, or is an old friend having quite a bit different of a day than they were expecting?"

Ah, yes, the ol' Fandom 'Is-this-a-pet-or-a-transformed-person?' classic!

Dwight had spent time as a dog himself so he totally understood that. He smiled and shook his head.

"This is my new pup. Amaya, meet Snoopy" he said as he knelt down to keep the excited pup corralled a little easier.

"Snoopy, huh?" asked Amaya, setting down the hammer and coming around toward the door to give the new pup a closer look. "Well," she added, crouched down a little to offer out a hand--gloved, of course, so guess they'd find out whether the guy was a fan of the scent of leather and oil and sweat, and if those were the smells he ended up associating with her, well, she wouldn't have it any other way, really, "I sure hope you don't plan on snooping around too much in here, that'll be a good way to lose one of those big old eyes of yours!

"Unless..." She looked up at Dwight with a grin. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in some armor for him while you're here, would you?"

A bit of a downgrade from BEAR armor, but she'd take it!

"Maybe he'll be like Rosa's pup, too, and never even manage to grow out of it."

Well if the non-stop tail wagging was any indication, it was probably safe to say you were on the Snoopy approved list there Amaya.

"We'll have to see about the armor" Dwight said with with a smirk. "I am intrigued to see what you would come up with." (It would have spikes, Dwight. Obviously. What else would you even need to know?)

"He's a handsome one," Amaya allowed, giving the pup a good rub on the top of his head now that she seemed to have earned an approval, "he'd wear it well!"

It would be adorable, and now she was wondering if she could sell Rosa on a set for Anna, too.

"So, when'd this happen?"

"Officially? This morning" Dwight said, a broad grin spreading over his face. "Spent the morning getting him used to the apartment and shop. This is his first trip around the island and figured this was a good place to make sure he get's used to."

Amaya opened her mouth, looking like she was angling to contest that last thing that Dwight had said, then stopped, frowned slightly, and shifted her attention to the puppy for a moment while she went ahead and reasoned to herself that, clearly that would be the case, he had a big project for her coming up in that new counter, so of course he'd be trekking in and out a lot.

Why he'd bother dragging the pup along the whole time was a little up there, but he was new, probably not good to leave him alone too much. It's not like pups were lobsters.

So enjoy just a wee bit of extra attention there, Snoopy, distracted though it may be.

"And where to next?" she asked. "On the grand tour of introduction to the island?"

"Figured the beach or the park. Get him used to some of the areas I go often" Dwight said as he watched Snoopy. "He'll hopefully start coming with me on some of my morning runs when he gets a little bigger, so those would be good places for him to be familiar with."

He gave a slight chuckle as the pup chased a dust ball on the floor, kicking up a small cloud of soot as he did. After a few minutes he looked more grey than white because of it.

"Though, I think once we get back home, it's time for his first bath!"

"Yeaaaah," said Amaya, grinning a little as she realized it was almost impressive the pup had been as clean as it was for as long as it had been, "pretty sure if spick'n'span's a priority, you've come to the wrong place. He should like the park, though, although I'm sure the birds'll have something else to say about that."

"Well, hopefully the little guy learns to like baths" Dwight said with a slight head shake. "And I'm sure the flamingos will love getting to know Snoopy" he added with a laugh.

Yeah, so Margo wasn’t going to let a bunch of polar bears stop her from what she’d decided to do last week. She stole off to the forge in her break, a grim and determined look on her face as she navigated past bears into the shop.

“Hey,” she called. “Mama needs some sharp objects.”

Unlike those dolls from yesterday, Margo was definitely speaking Amaya's language!

"Well, then," she stated, one more swing of her hammer down on the axe she was working on before she looked up and futiley tried to swiped her hair back over her shoulder, "Mama's in luck, because we've got plenty!

"What kind of sharp are we talking? Big sharp? Little sharp? Twirly sharp or spinny sharp? Pokey, stabby, slicing, dicing? Hacking, whacking, materia-stacking? We've got it all, sister, and if we don't? Give me a week or two, we'll see what we can do!"

“See, I was thinking about our little business conversation a few weeks ago,” Margo said idly. She advanced into the store, eyes trained on whatever Amaya was doing with that hammer.

Seventy-five percent axe appreciation. Twenty-five percent arms. She was a multi-tasker.

“I like the idea of axes,” she continued, “But I’m happy to talk options first. See, my best friend was attacked by turkeys the other day, and that got me thinking: this place is full of bullshit. Who knows when I’m gonna have to pry an angry flying tentacle monster off of him or something?”

"And that'll be sooner rather than later," Amaya informed Margo with a stout and assured nod, "especially now that December's arrived. It's a good thing you've come in when you did."

She then took a moment to consider Margo, consider the weapons she knew she had in stock, and consider the turkeys.

"Now an axe is a fine choice," she mused. "Easily my most popular weapon these days, and I've got a wide variety of shapes and sizes for pretty much any need. This one here," her thumb hitched toward the project put on pause, "a gift for a friend who actually probably has more than I even have in the shop who'll insist every woman should have an axe, and I tend to agree with her, and not just because it's my bread and butter and it's generally a good idea not to disagree with her if if can be helped.

"Now, personally," she continued, but, hey, she said she'd be happy to talk options!, "I think a sword offers a bit more versatility, but it does take a bit more finesse to use that versatility effectively. Sounds like there's a good chance someone else might be mixed up in there, so probably best to avoid your sturdy blugeoners, like a mace or a flail. Polearms might be good if you plan to keep a distance and not get your hands too dirty, but if you don't mind really getting in there deep, a good knife or dagger can't be beat. Range-wise, I'd definitely go crossbow over standard, the latter's a bit too fussy in a pinch, but you could say the same about both, so I think a throwing star's your best bet there, and therr's no lack of those around here, I can tell you that much. But, ultimately, the most important thing about a weapon is going for what not only suits your needs, but also suits yourself, and it also never hurts to have a range of options. Of course, I'm the one selling you those options, so take that as you will."

Margo gave that the cool headtilt of consideration it deserved, and several moments of thought to boot. “I don’t think I’m a sword girl,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re very pretty, but I don’t think any weapon that can look that pretty and dainty suits me, you know? I’m more of a ‘wham, bam, fuck you, ma’am’ chick, if you know what I mean.”

She’d need another handful of moments to think about the other options, but at least she’d eliminated one.

Amaya had to snort a little at that. "Clearly," she said, "you've never handled a buster sword," and gestured to one such ridiculously large sword on the wall that was practically bigger than she was tall, "if you think all swords are dainty, but I know they're not for everyone," or most people, Amaya, "so I'll cede your point there. But if you're not afraid of a little collatral damage, maybe a mace might be the thing after all. Could be the start of a new trend in preferred weapons if that's where you wind up. Out with the axe, in with the mace!"

Margo looked up at the buster sword. Yeah, it was big. Big whoop. “It’s still too pretty,” she said. “I’m definitely thinking more ‘breaking some skulls’.”

She crossed her arms. “So what’s the skull-breaking ratio difference between axes and mace. . . s?”

"That depends," Amaya offered, "are we talking cleaving or crushing? Higher success rate with a mace, I'd imagine, considering all it takes a good, solid swing, but with an axe, you've got the potential for both. Then again....mace has spikes."

Axe could have spikes, too, of course, if you were Amaya, but the spike potential was nothing to just brush aside, either!

“Is there a reason you can’t have spikes on an axe?”

Just checking.

"Oh," Amaya said with firm assurance and a certain glint in her eyes that suggested what was about to come out of her mouth was a vast understatement, "you can put spikes on anything. But, traditionally speaking, that's more the mace's aesthetic. But if you're interested, I can design you an axe with so many spiked on it...."

She was definitely designing that axe now, whether Margo was taking it or not.

An axe-mace hybrid, perhaps? An axace? a maxe?

Margo made a little ‘hm-hm’ sound as she thought about it. Really. Thought about it. “That does sound like the best of both worlds, though, doesn’t it?”

She had never wielded a melee weapon before, but she was happy to dive right in on the deep end if it helped with the smashy-smashy potential.

Margo. You come in here speaking Amaya's language, and now you were singing music to her ears, and her pleased grin made just as much clear.

"We can get you a nice hatchet to get you by in the meantime," she offered, "whicle I whip up some good composite sketches and see what kind of design might work best for you. And assuming I don't get too much of a rush on holiday gifts, I can probably have something custom ready in about two weeks, let's say?"

“That sounds perfect,” Margo purred, pleased with herself. And the promise of future weapons of ~~maiming~~ defense. “I know I’m going to feel better around here with more than just a gun and magic to fend off the creepy crawlies.”

"I always say," said Amaya with a nod, looking rather pleased with herself as well, "there's no such thing as a too-stocked arsenal! Go ahead and peruse the ~~totally moddable~~ weapons wall, if you like, see if anything jumps out at you, you can have it on loan until we get the real star of the show finished up, or, heck, why not both? Get yourself a nice collection going."

“We sure as fuck get into enough shit,” Margo agreed. Eliot could really use a weapon or two on him, instead of aimlessly walking around waiting for fucked-up monsters to get him.

She was already on her way to the weapons wall, because while Amaya’s guns were admirable, sharp objects were even better. “So this is a classic mace, huh,” she said, plucking a darkish-brown one off the wall.

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