Post by Traveller on Mar 20, 2017 16:54:13 GMT -5
Looking over the weapon while the two boys in front of her bickered, Amber found herself intrigued by the design. She didn't get these kind of weapons often, didn't make many of them either, but she knew the mechanics of how they worked and how to work them in the forge.
Then the kid, the one who said he was a Devil Fruit user, said he didn't know why he was targeted and yet said that the mask belonged to his mentor... who was a notorious pirate. Sighing, the tall woman looked up, "Well, that'll do it. Just wearing that thing would put a target on your back, and the Marines aren't exactly the brightest colour in the crayon box, and any Curly, Larry and Mo who thinks they're a half-decent bounty hunter will come after you for just that" She spoke casually, twirling the weapon in her hand as she catalogued the damages and faults of the kusarigama.
Amber found herself grinning, however, at the praise the dark haired one spoke of when he saw her weapons. "That's mighty kind of you. If you think these are good, you should see the artillery." She said, before focusing on the weapon, "As for your weapon, the balance is good, but the faults in the chain and damages to the weapon as a whole throw it off and weaken the structure. This will be delicate work if we want to avoid any problems with the balance later on. I could replace the chain completely, make it from scratch, or I just do the standard repair and reinforcement." Granted, her 'standard' was way higher than the average blacksmiths, but in her opinion, anyone who didn't do their utmost on every weapon had no right to call themselves a blacksmith.
Setting the weapon down on the workshop as the green haired kid decided that he did want that combat training, and obviously the kid had to act smug about it. She turned her silver, feline eyes on the boy and gave him a toothy grin she usually reserved for fights. "I am, the question is if your strong enough to survive" She responded, before turning to the dark haired kid who decided he wanted to know exactly what she was.
The blue haired blacksmith shrugged, "I'm a hybrid. Half-Mink, or one-quarter-Mink if you want to be specific." The woman scratched her cheek where the blue markings were, "these are just tattoos, just markings. Nah, it's the stripes that give me away most often" She showed them her arm, which had the dark marks that looks very similar to a tigers stripes. Settling back, she waited for their reactions. Knowing they would either freak out in a bad way, freak out in a good way, or wouldn't be all that fazed by it. Depends on the person, usually.
Then the kid, the one who said he was a Devil Fruit user, said he didn't know why he was targeted and yet said that the mask belonged to his mentor... who was a notorious pirate. Sighing, the tall woman looked up, "Well, that'll do it. Just wearing that thing would put a target on your back, and the Marines aren't exactly the brightest colour in the crayon box, and any Curly, Larry and Mo who thinks they're a half-decent bounty hunter will come after you for just that" She spoke casually, twirling the weapon in her hand as she catalogued the damages and faults of the kusarigama.
Amber found herself grinning, however, at the praise the dark haired one spoke of when he saw her weapons. "That's mighty kind of you. If you think these are good, you should see the artillery." She said, before focusing on the weapon, "As for your weapon, the balance is good, but the faults in the chain and damages to the weapon as a whole throw it off and weaken the structure. This will be delicate work if we want to avoid any problems with the balance later on. I could replace the chain completely, make it from scratch, or I just do the standard repair and reinforcement." Granted, her 'standard' was way higher than the average blacksmiths, but in her opinion, anyone who didn't do their utmost on every weapon had no right to call themselves a blacksmith.
Setting the weapon down on the workshop as the green haired kid decided that he did want that combat training, and obviously the kid had to act smug about it. She turned her silver, feline eyes on the boy and gave him a toothy grin she usually reserved for fights. "I am, the question is if your strong enough to survive" She responded, before turning to the dark haired kid who decided he wanted to know exactly what she was.
The blue haired blacksmith shrugged, "I'm a hybrid. Half-Mink, or one-quarter-Mink if you want to be specific." The woman scratched her cheek where the blue markings were, "these are just tattoos, just markings. Nah, it's the stripes that give me away most often" She showed them her arm, which had the dark marks that looks very similar to a tigers stripes. Settling back, she waited for their reactions. Knowing they would either freak out in a bad way, freak out in a good way, or wouldn't be all that fazed by it. Depends on the person, usually.