Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [01/18].

[special_rabbit]

The cold and snow certainly hadn't been bothering Amaya much, mostly because she had very little intention of going out into it (unless it was maybe to try out a few new features on the Crumbler, anyway), because one place that was pretty much always guaranteed to be warm and cozy even on the coldest of days, it was right here in her own forge!


...ahhh, zards, now the narrative just cursed her to some day in the future where the fire wouldn't stoke no matter what she tried, didn't it?

Well! That was a chilly day to deal with when and if it arrived! For now, though, she was just working on a simple sowrd, one for the supplies, really, while contremplating maybe trying her hand at two little mini-hatchets in the style of the axe she'd worked on for Margo. After all, the woman looked like the type that would appreciate a few good accessories, and there seemed to be a potential opportunity there she wasn't sure she should pass up.

The Forge is open!

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[alwaysonguard]

Sometime later that day, Dwight showed up with the last of the supplies and tools he would need to start working on the new counters for Amaya. He set the few bags down next to the neat pile that Miguel had handwavely helped him bring over a few days ago.

"I think this will do it," Dwight said standing up and straightening his back slightly. "If I have to run back to the shop for the oddball tool or whatever so be it. But I think this should be everything we need to get started."

He gave Amaya a grin and nodded at the sword she was working on. "How's that coming along?"

[special_rabbit]

"Eh." Amaya shrugged a little, holding the blade up to examine the work-in-progress. "Nothing fancy here, just another one for the pile of swords for anyone just looking for something sharp and pointy. I could basically make these in my sleep at this point."

It was kind of a miracle that she hadn't pretty much tried to do that already, really.

She quirked a chin at the last of what Dwight brought in.

"You sure that's everything?" she asked, with the faintest smirk. "Would hate for you to be elbows deep in it only to discover you might be needing the other half of your shop, too."

[alwaysonguard]

No Amaya... no SPID making while asleep... Will doesn't need that kind of activity at the clinic, no matter how bored he may be getting.

"I think I should be good" Dwight said after a moment of mock serious consideration. "If anything, knowing my luck I will end up trekking across the island to go get a few screws or something silly like that."

Setting the last bag down on the ground, Dwight brushed his hands off and then turned back to Amaya with a smirk. "All that's left to get started is one important decision we have to make first." He paused for a moment for dramatic affect before adding. "Do we start the demo on the existing counter now or later?"

[special_rabbit]

"I could probably make screws faster that it would take you to go back and get them," Amaya pointed out, but that seemed almost more a courtesy comment than anything else, because her attention was clearly on that last bit.

"And I can't believe you even have to ask! I've been looking forward to smashing that old thing ever since you started lugging everything over! I think the real question here, Dwight, is how much do you really want some of that wood salvaged?"

Because she had a very big hammer and very little sentimentality.

[alwaysonguard]

"Ah well, you know... it's your forge and I didn't want to assume anything" Dwight said with the faintest hint of a wink.

"I'm all for getting to the smashing and breaking. As far as salvaging, I'd like to grab a few pieces. Can grab some of the bigger pieces initially and then we can whack and smash to your heart's content."

[special_rabbit]

The nice thing about a hint of a wink was that it was that much easier to just straight up ignore. After all, Amaya did have poor eyesight; she really should wear her glasses more often, you know...

She seemed to consider this proposal carefully for a moment before giving a firm, sage-like nod. "I think we can manage to save at least a few sizeable chunks," she decided, and then, setting aside the sword for now, she turned to reach for something else, and then set two considerable sledgehammers on her anvil with a loud thunk.

"Gentleman's choice," she offered with a broad and eager grin.

All day, Dwight. She'd been looking forward to this all day!

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight simply reached for one of the hammers, not really caring which one because honestly, the smashing was going to be amazing either way. And with an equally gleeful grin h motioned for Amaya to step up to the counter.

"And lady's first" he said with a grin waiting for Amaya to take first whack, before quickly following with an initial swing of his own.

And yes. This was going to be fun. SO. MUCH. FUN!

[special_rabbit]

They were also both pretty much the exact same hammer, too, so...

"You know," Amaya said, taking up her weapon of destruction tool of construction eagerly and taking a step toward the counter, "I'm not usually in support of chivalrous considerations, but I think?" She sharpened her grin. "With this? I'll gladly make an exception."

And with that, she braced herself, lifting up the hammer and, with a growl for the effort and the effect, and when it came swinging down--

--it stopped, just shy of hitting it.

"Wait," Amaya suddenly realized, then turned to Dwight with a slight frown. "Do you think we should say something first?"

[alwaysonguard]

"Well, if you want to say something you can..." Dwight said with a smirk. "I mean it's your counter and your place. So any sentimentality will be yours," he pointed out. "But go ahead and knock yourself out if ya want" Dwight nodded as he set his hammer down on the anvil again.

[begmetwice]

"Well, isn't this the coziest place in town," Irene remarked when she stepped into the forge. With the snow having not just miraculously melted, she was still in (designer) jeans and a pair of snow boots that cost as much as a monthly payment on a luxury vehicle, all of which felt almost as much like an assault on her person as road salt would feel on her Louboutins. (Or, perhaps worse yet, road sugar.) "Maybe I ought to take up blacksmithing in the winter months."

She would not be, but hanging around the blacksmith and inventing reasons to visit seemed like good a compromise!

[special_rabbit]

And the Froge was right next to the trooper station, so...

"You're not wrong!" Amaya noted, rather proudly, giving the sword a good strike before taking a appreciative glance around the shop. "Forge keeps it nice and toasty, we're well-armed in case anything attacks, the Crumbler works as both plow and generator to handle any inclement weather..."

And that wasn't even mentioning all the fresh food (and other herbs, ahem) from the greenhouse upstairs.

"You know, I usually run my blacksmithing workshops in the summer, but maybe I've been getting it all wrong this whole time."

She gave the sword one more good blow for good measure, before resting her hammer against her shoulder and turning her attention to Irene more directly.

"What can we do you for today, Irene?"

Because, clearly, the only reason she would have possibly had to come in was purely for business!

[begmetwice]

"Well, I know who I'm coming to hide out with next time there's a blizzard or a murder carnival or the like, then," Irene decided, and the grin she shot over to Amaya was almost equal parts flirtation and triumph. Practically walked into that one, Amaya, she hadn't even had to try!

"And I'm here to visit you, of course," she added, as though the only reason she could have possibly come in was to flirt at Amaya and call it visiting. "What're you working on? Sword?"

It looked like a sword, anyway. Irene was prepared to be told it was actually something much more specific.

[special_rabbit]

And Amaya's expression could only be described as pained (and yes, a little flushed but she was working!), and it had layers, the depths of which she was not even remotely good enough of a swimmer to even begin to navigate.

And who just visited people, anyway? Really, now, Irene!

Although, at the forefront of all of this, was just a keen desire to have actually have been working on something much more specific. But, as it were...

"Yup," she offered, looking over at the unfortunately nondescript blade, "just a sword. One of the ones for the pile of 'em I keep in the off chance someone's not looking for anything fancy, or in case someone just needs a whole mess of them very quickly."

Because you could never have too many swords!

[begmetwice]

"Has that happened before?" Irene asked curiously. "I mean, I've never used even just one sword, so I'm still impressed at the idea someone could."

Little bitty knives, sure. Handguns, yes. But swords were bulky! As were maces, no matter how much Irene admired Amaya's work!

"But I suppose if we needed to arm the town quickly in an emergency, you'd be the first stop," she added, because why not throw a bit of flattery in. Even if Wellspring would be a more practical choice for her, personally, in that case.

[special_rabbit]

Why not? Amaya could probably think of a few reasons why not!

Her look went just slightly wary for a second, but she could easily count any of all that as Irene just being practical, and it was hard not to appreciate someone with a decent sense of practicality about them, so she nodded. "Wouldn't be the worst idea," she allowed. "And, well, no, we never have needed a pile of swords on the quick just like that before, but, boy, are we going to be glad we've got on in the event that we do. Never hurts to be prepared."