Post by Tsin on Oct 24, 2010 21:52:42 GMT -5
The philosophy of simplicity reflected in the choice of outside decor on the blacksmith's shop was definitely held onto within its doors as well, the stone building almost completely naked inside with exception to the items for sale hung around the walls, presumably crafted by the owner of the shop himself or somebody affiliated at the very least. Given the type of store the trio had entered as well, it probably was a surprise to nobody that a forge was tucked away into one corner as well, behind a counter which also hid an anvil and tub of water, tools of the smithing trade that nobody in the business could do without unless they were a fool.
The man working at the mass of steel definitely did not have the appearance of a fool though, nor the appearance of somebody willing to deal with one. Intensely calloused hands functioned as his gloves, slamming hammer into proto-blade with mesmerizing expertise and sending a cascade of sparks down his well worn apron. The obviously older man didn't even bother with any sort of goggles or mask, every pound illuminating his roughly groomed grey mustache-beard combination and casting a brilliant sheen across his bald scalp. Beaten up black jeans and boots meant for a worker rounded out his appearance, so far as the three who came in could see it.
... Or maybe they couldn't, as another group of four men were standing in their way. They were all dressed exactly the same and extremely at odds with the older man who's attention they were attempting to get a hold of. Four suits, four ties, four pairs of dress shoes... The only thing that set one of these strangers apart from each other was the hit-or-miss existance of sunglasses, which only the guy at the head seemed to be wearing, and their hair. All slicked back for the most part, though at least they varied wildly in color from one individual to the next: those topped with red, yellow, and blue stayed silent as the shade wearing black-haired man did all the talking.
"Cooooome oooon, Old man! Don'tcha think it's about time you passed that sword on ta the next man? It's wortha pretty penny and I got the change for it; Promise!"
The 'old man' addressed let out a bothered groan and finally looked up from his work, an equally bothered expression stretching across his grizzled face as he rested his hammer on the ground. "I told you morons and your boss, that sword isn't for sale. So either pick up something else or get the hell out of my shop already."
The younger man with the striking sunglasses looked hurt, though in that way where it was pretty obvious that he wasn't, and gave the situation another shot. "You've been holdin' onto it for like... 8 months, grandpa! Let it go already!"
For the second time in this instance and what could've been the hundredth in his life, Captain Shades didn't seem to have any effect on the blacksmith... That certainly didn't stop him from trying though. And while negotiations continued on in the background, the primary colored goons standing at the back finally noticed the entrance of the trio, and just to prove how well trained of goons they were, couldn't help but saunter up with a cocky attitude.
Blondie, on one side, even gave Gavin a ferocious jab with his pointer finger before croaking out, "And whaddya think you're gawkin' at?! Get the hell outta here, buncha bums! Boss is workin!" His two pals shared that sentiment as well, though their actions spoke much louder than their words, hands resting upon the hilts of their swords and grins flashing across their faces.
"Best be leavin' if you know what's good for you all... Wouldn't want there to be an accident in this shop fulla swords, ya geddit?"
One wrong move, and it could be Gavin steaks for dinner with a side of chopped Kaito and sliced Jun for dessert... Or at least, that's what the goons were thinkin' anyways. What would actually happen? Well...
The man working at the mass of steel definitely did not have the appearance of a fool though, nor the appearance of somebody willing to deal with one. Intensely calloused hands functioned as his gloves, slamming hammer into proto-blade with mesmerizing expertise and sending a cascade of sparks down his well worn apron. The obviously older man didn't even bother with any sort of goggles or mask, every pound illuminating his roughly groomed grey mustache-beard combination and casting a brilliant sheen across his bald scalp. Beaten up black jeans and boots meant for a worker rounded out his appearance, so far as the three who came in could see it.
... Or maybe they couldn't, as another group of four men were standing in their way. They were all dressed exactly the same and extremely at odds with the older man who's attention they were attempting to get a hold of. Four suits, four ties, four pairs of dress shoes... The only thing that set one of these strangers apart from each other was the hit-or-miss existance of sunglasses, which only the guy at the head seemed to be wearing, and their hair. All slicked back for the most part, though at least they varied wildly in color from one individual to the next: those topped with red, yellow, and blue stayed silent as the shade wearing black-haired man did all the talking.
"Cooooome oooon, Old man! Don'tcha think it's about time you passed that sword on ta the next man? It's wortha pretty penny and I got the change for it; Promise!"
The 'old man' addressed let out a bothered groan and finally looked up from his work, an equally bothered expression stretching across his grizzled face as he rested his hammer on the ground. "I told you morons and your boss, that sword isn't for sale. So either pick up something else or get the hell out of my shop already."
The younger man with the striking sunglasses looked hurt, though in that way where it was pretty obvious that he wasn't, and gave the situation another shot. "You've been holdin' onto it for like... 8 months, grandpa! Let it go already!"
For the second time in this instance and what could've been the hundredth in his life, Captain Shades didn't seem to have any effect on the blacksmith... That certainly didn't stop him from trying though. And while negotiations continued on in the background, the primary colored goons standing at the back finally noticed the entrance of the trio, and just to prove how well trained of goons they were, couldn't help but saunter up with a cocky attitude.
Blondie, on one side, even gave Gavin a ferocious jab with his pointer finger before croaking out, "And whaddya think you're gawkin' at?! Get the hell outta here, buncha bums! Boss is workin!" His two pals shared that sentiment as well, though their actions spoke much louder than their words, hands resting upon the hilts of their swords and grins flashing across their faces.
"Best be leavin' if you know what's good for you all... Wouldn't want there to be an accident in this shop fulla swords, ya geddit?"
One wrong move, and it could be Gavin steaks for dinner with a side of chopped Kaito and sliced Jun for dessert... Or at least, that's what the goons were thinkin' anyways. What would actually happen? Well...