Post by Tsin on Jan 13, 2011 1:33:47 GMT -5
Apparently fed up with attempting to reach the local troubadour with subtlties, Mr. Tenk grumbled as he drew a magnificently crafted sheathed-blade from below the counter, something unfit to present to a king because not even a king would be worthy of its presence. And with this holstered-katana crafted surely of divine ability, the blacksmith saw fit to... give Gavin a swift bash over the head with it. Nothing so hard as to be dehabilitating, but a pretty solid stroke all the same; maybe a bit harder than intended though... Afterall, when somebody is strong enough to throw another human being into the atmosphere, limiting your power output is probably pretty difficult.
"Damned hobo... Here Dayton."
The commission was passed over to the apprentice, who caught it in a sheet of cloth and wrapped it up nicely; just short of putting a big red bow on the package. "Yes sir."
"Hey man, so where are we even escorting this kid to?"
"You two bozos are just followin' the brat. You know the way, don'tcha? Oh, and this one... Take it with ya, if you like it so much. See how it feels on the road, will ya?"
Dayton looked up from his binding duties just in time to catch another sword, even more perfect than his delivery if such a thing could be imagined. One of the 21 Great Grade Swords, and the very blade he had wrenched from a bard's hands upon entering the shop earlier... The teen's eyes welled up with happiness as the metal landed in his hands and his own reflection looked up from the steel cover. "Really sir...?! You mean it this time?!"
"Yeah yeah. The old man waved off his simple act of kindness as nothing at all. "Just be careful with it out there, ya hear?"
"Yes sir!" Dayton slipped the Sleeping Lion into his belt, and truth be told... It looked rather right there, as if he had put on an old and farmiliar pair of pants. Just a bit awkward though, as old pants tend to be... Or in this case, a sword almost as long as the teen tends to be. "Come on you guys! We're hitting the road!"
Jun, after having shrugged off Gavin's comment about Kaito being thrown into space, watched the young apprentice slip out of the door with great haste, clearly forgetting the item to be delivered on his way out. The writer picked it up however, feeling a bit naked without his faithful glaive anyways, and headed out.
Before he, or the guitar wielding warrior, could walk through the entryway though... "Oi, you two. Take care of the boy out there... You might run into some trouble. But it shouldn't be a problem for bozos of your type, eh?" And with a final short chuckle, Mr. Tenk disappeared into the back room.
"... That seemed rather omnious. Probably nothing though, right? I mean, how often does a menacing warning like that bare fruit." Feeling pretty confident in his odds, the scribe glanced at Gavin, and pushed back into the sunlight.
"Damned hobo... Here Dayton."
The commission was passed over to the apprentice, who caught it in a sheet of cloth and wrapped it up nicely; just short of putting a big red bow on the package. "Yes sir."
"Hey man, so where are we even escorting this kid to?"
"You two bozos are just followin' the brat. You know the way, don'tcha? Oh, and this one... Take it with ya, if you like it so much. See how it feels on the road, will ya?"
Dayton looked up from his binding duties just in time to catch another sword, even more perfect than his delivery if such a thing could be imagined. One of the 21 Great Grade Swords, and the very blade he had wrenched from a bard's hands upon entering the shop earlier... The teen's eyes welled up with happiness as the metal landed in his hands and his own reflection looked up from the steel cover. "Really sir...?! You mean it this time?!"
"Yeah yeah. The old man waved off his simple act of kindness as nothing at all. "Just be careful with it out there, ya hear?"
"Yes sir!" Dayton slipped the Sleeping Lion into his belt, and truth be told... It looked rather right there, as if he had put on an old and farmiliar pair of pants. Just a bit awkward though, as old pants tend to be... Or in this case, a sword almost as long as the teen tends to be. "Come on you guys! We're hitting the road!"
Jun, after having shrugged off Gavin's comment about Kaito being thrown into space, watched the young apprentice slip out of the door with great haste, clearly forgetting the item to be delivered on his way out. The writer picked it up however, feeling a bit naked without his faithful glaive anyways, and headed out.
Before he, or the guitar wielding warrior, could walk through the entryway though... "Oi, you two. Take care of the boy out there... You might run into some trouble. But it shouldn't be a problem for bozos of your type, eh?" And with a final short chuckle, Mr. Tenk disappeared into the back room.
"... That seemed rather omnious. Probably nothing though, right? I mean, how often does a menacing warning like that bare fruit." Feeling pretty confident in his odds, the scribe glanced at Gavin, and pushed back into the sunlight.