Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [11/29].

[special_rabbit]

This weekend had been all about prepping the shop for December, which meant switching out everything in the display case with nice little boxed sets of throwing stars or daggers of various color themes and fancier designs, of keeping good add-ons like sharpening stones and polishing oil close at hand, rearragning the weapons wall to feature the more popular gifting weapons (axes were always a good sell, this time of year!), and (most importantly of all!) keeping a flamethrower very close at hand at all times.

She'd also, of course, dragged out the good old sandwich board to put out in the street in front of the wide open doors and windows of the forge, although it was a shame it wasn't quite cold enough where she could rely on the nice heat from the shop enticing people to stop in for a bit based on the warmth alone.

Blackstone Foundry and Forge!

NOW is the time for CUSTOM, ONE-OF-A-KIND, UNIQUE
Weapons, Armor, and Other Metal Work
For your Gift-Giving Season!

DEFEND YOURSELF and Those You Love against:

-Monsters-
-Villains-
-Bad Guys-
-Mediocrity-
-The Month of December-

Inquire inside today!

And with that, it was back to anvil, where she was going to finish following a little thread of a thought she'd had about metal wreaths that, even if no one was into them, would be a lot of fun to make because of all the delicate little handiwork on forging and detailing all those little leaves.

The Forge is open!

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[begmetwice]

"Got anything for mediocre villains?" Irene wondered as she wandered into the forge today.

Maybe this was the year she learned what the hell to do with shuriken, though, given that lovely display. Besides admire them and flirt with the person who'd made them, anyway -- she was good at that.

[special_rabbit]

"Heck," said Amaya, taking that moment to stop her hammering and inspect the progress of the shape of the particular leaf she was working on before letting her attention shift over to Irene with a shrug, "we've even got things for sub-par villains, if that's what you're into. Everyone's got to start somewhere, right?"

And, with that, she nodded, hammer still in hand but now resting over her shoulder. "Irene."

[begmetwice]

"Amaya," Irene replied, nodding back in a fairly spot-on (she thought, anyway) imitation -- though the grin she flashed at Amaya was all her own. "Getting a jump on holiday orders, I see. That looks pretty."

She lightly pointed towards that leaf Amaya'd been working on, already crossing over to get a better look. Lightweight, intricate work had always been kind of her favorite thing about what Amaya could do; weapons were a whole lot of fun, but the details were what always caught Irene's attention.

[special_rabbit]

"Well, now's the time to get 'em in if you want something really quality," Amaya informed her, with maybe just a touch of nudging suggestion in her voice, because surely Irene might have someone on her own list who might appreciate some good metal work, even if that metal work was ordered mostly just to appease her. She was absolutely not above taking advantage of someone's apparent fondness for her to get a sale, thank you very much. "I like to try and avoid rush jobs, if I can, and, this way, it also gets people to start thinking about it as they pass by.

"And this," she said, with a gesture toward the slowly building pile of delicately smashed and articulated silvery leaves, "is for a wreath. I've found if there's something out there, there's someone out there who'd like a nice metal version of it somewhere."

Plus, she also really liked all the intricate, fussy work quite a bit herself, as well.

[begmetwice]

"I might know someone," Irene commented, sidling up a little closer to examine the silvery leaves. (Correction: she was someone. Irene didn't give many gifts, but she did like treating herself, and displaying Amaya's work either in her own flat or the shop seemed like a wonderful way to decorate. Especially since -- yes, she was more than a little fond of the artist.) "I like how they catch the light -- that'll look nice alongside fairylights or candles. Little bit different from the traditional greenery. Less pine sap all over, too."

[special_rabbit]

"Easier to re-use again each year, too," Amaya added, though she was distractedly considering the pile of leaves again with her head tilted thoughtfully.

"You know," she realized, "twining some lights in there might be a good way to sell 'em. Or making a few with little spots for holding candles, too..."

[begmetwice]

"Little bit of an upsell never hurt anyone," Irene suggested. "Some with lights, some without. And naturally it looks sharp enough that it might be useful in a pinch against -- you know, sub-par villains and the month itself."

Did Irene seem, perhaps, a tad amused at the idea of fortifying oneself against December in its entirety? Maybe that was fair, considering she was pretty sure she knew what Amaya's largest objection might be, and that was only one day.

Though, Irene had also not been here for the murderous inflatables, either.

[special_rabbit]

See, now, the inflatables Amaya didn't mind. There was no lack of sharp things in here, that was a problem easily and swiftly taken care of. She'd take a million days of murderois inflatables over that one day, which, quite frankly, had been the root from which so...so many of her problems had stemmed.

"Well, now you've got me thinking," because there was always a tipping point, wasn't there, when the progression of Amaya's ideas went from practical and sensible to a question of just how complex something could get, and here they'd already reached it, "if I can make some of them to have a sort of switch, so that the edges are dull more often than not, but, if need e, you just flip that switch and pull out the sharp blades and you're good to go against anything..."