fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [09/13].

Well. Amaya's day had started out normal, especially since she was finally coming down from that initial New Brilliant Project high, and then it ended....with an ermine.

Even Irene swanning in there with her cute little shoes to no doubt purr her way through her observations about the three-minute dates on Saturday was par for the course; Amaya had been expecting it, really, and so she'd certainly braced herself, only to find out it wasn't entirely necessary to. Irene didn't get very far past the initial warm-up before those measured British tones couldn't do much more than squeak.

"Now that's some fine timing," said Amaya, fists on her hips as she looked down at the snowy-white ermine looking back up at her from the spot where Irene had just been standing not mere seconds ago. Already, Amaya could practically feel that immaculate coat starting to get all grey and sooty just by existing here in in the forge, and she shook her head.

She'd have shuffled the thing to cleanliness and safety up in the apartment, but she couldn't very well trust the lobsters with her...or vice versa, really, and so that was how at least one of corner of one of the worktables was now set up with a nice little bubble of cleanliness of Irene to curl up on, while Amaya sighed and started googling what fancy weasels tended to eat.

Well. At least she wasn't likely to shed the way Seivarden did, at least...

The Forge is open!

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Liz had felt bad that she hadn’t been by the Forge to work on her crib but she knew she wouldn’t have been able to focus at all during the last couple of weeks, so she finally felt up to doing some more work and stopped by later that morning once she had visited Steven .

“Hi,” she said softly, feeling a bit awkward since it had been a while she had stopped by.

And Amaya, whose workshop had been completely overtaken by blueprints and various mechanical devices and targets in the last few weeks (and one small ermine, in the last few hours), looked up from trying to figure out how best to get back on track with her work and blinked at Liz for a moment.

"Oh, right," she realized. "Your crib."

She then took a second or two to glance around the shop.

It...was probably around here....somewhere.

"Hold on a second," she said, going behind the counter to move around a few prototypes that she was sure the framework they'd gotten together so far for the crib was hiding behind. "Don't mind the weasel."

The weasel, at any rate, certainly wasn't about to mind her.

Liz couldn't help but glance around around as she waited, wondering what projects Amaya was planning.

“I'm sorry it's been a while, I didn’t mean to let so much time pass by,” she admitted, “it … it was a rough couple of weeks,”

Then she blinked at the Weasel, “oh did you get a new pet?” she asked curiously.

"Oh, no," said Amaya, without missing a beat, as she realized the benefit of working on moving target prototypes was that, well...they moved, so clearing them away from everything for the crib wasn't too much of an ordeal at all. "That's just Irene."

With thay, she hauled out the frame as they'd gotten it so far, and then went back for more of the metal for it.

"And don't worry about it," she said. "Breaks every once in a while does a person good, or so people are always telling me, and, as you can see," she gestured at everything else currently cluttering the space, "I've been a bit caught up in another project. But your timing's good..." Better than some people's! "I'm nearly finished with this stage of it anyway."

“Oh,” Liz stared down at Weasel!Irene and then back up at Amaya.

She looked at the frame and progress, “I definitely feel up to working on it some more today,” she told Amaya, “I think my focus is pretty good at the moment,”

She paused, “what other projects are you working on?” she asked curiously.

As Amaya set down the additional ready rods, she brushed off her gloves and considered Liz and her claims and Irene for a moment.

"Only if you're sure," she said. "No need to push it if you're still not quite up to snuff."

Because it would be one thing if she lost focus and ended up scorching the place on a normal day, Amaya would gladly just consider that an occupational hazard, but if anything were to happen now with the ermine in the building, then, hooooo boy. There'd be trouble.

"And I'm working on a target range," she explained, "for over at Aloy's place. I've got some real unique designs I've been playing with, and--"

Mid-sentence, Amaya cut herself off, and blinked, and you could practically see the lightbulb going off over her head.

"Saaaaaaay," she said slowly, now looking at Liz with a newfound interest. "How would you feel about trying a little experiment?"

“I’m sure,” Liz assured her with a nod, “I feel ready to get back to working in the crib,” she paused and listened to the project that Amaya was working on, “oh what kind of experiment?” she asked, rather intrigued.

"Well," said Amaya, hand to her chin a little as she mulled this idea over a little more, "you see, there's this stuff I have, got it from someone a while ago, in exchange for a sword that I did for him, called materia, and they're these little gems that can imbue certain elemental properties into things. One of the things I've been working on with these targets involve different elements on certain plates, so they discharge if you hit them. Sort of an incentive, to avoid those panels, you know? But now you've got me thinking...if the concern is going to be fire....what if we tried to counteract it somehow, with some ice materia?"

Liz tilted her head, “I never thought of that possibility before,” she admitted, “would it be hard to set up and see if it worked?”

"I don't know!" Amaya admitted, almost cheerfully. "But I would love to find out!"

Her eyes went to the ermine, though, watching the proceedings with keen interest in those sharp eyes from her pristine little island.

"...after I take care of the weasel, maybe," she decided, figuring it wouldn't do well to have a panicked, frightened ermine running around in the case where something went wrong, especially if that ermine was Irene.

"Keep an eye on the shop for a few minutes," she asked, shifting her attention back to Liz, "while I run upstairs, secure the lobsters, and find a safe place to keep her while we work on it?"

"I mean it definitely wouldn't hurt to try," Liz nodded, and then considered the rest of what Amaya was saying.

“okay I can watch the shop for a few minutes,” she assured Amaya, she figured watching the shop for a short time wouldn’t be that difficult.

She hoped anyway.

Well, it mostly just involved making sure nothing caught on fire, which Liz had been generally doing a good job of these days, so...Amaya nodded and, sweeping up the ermine, who almost immediately seemed to climb up on her shoulders to drape a bit with maybe some slight hair nuzzling, headed up the stairs to the apartment.

It took a bit longer than she'd meant; there ended up being quite a lot of fussing over the ermine, more so than Amaya would ever admit to, but, when she came down, her attention was clearly already honed in on the task at hand.

"And actually," she said, moving over to where she had some armor displayed and plucking up a helmet, "now that I think about it, fire might be the way to go. Fight fire with fire! Because when I use the materia for armor," she had now moved over to where the materia incubator and all her cabinets holding it were, "I use it to build resistence. But we can run both."

She plucked a red gem from the cabinet, slotting it into a little divot at the top of the helmet, and then moved over to a practice dummy, plopping the helmet on, then nodded to Liz.

"Whenever you're ready," she said, "let's see how it reacts."

“Oh, I think that could work,” Liz nodded as she took a deep breath, waited for Amaya to set up the target and then she got ready and began to focus on her powers, letting the flames slowly began to take over so that she could start aiming them at the target.

She realised she hadn’t used her powers in a couple of weeks, she hoped her control would still be as good after how the last couple of weeks had been.

She steadied herself and then began to direct the flames towards the dummy.

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