The young belua sat alone in his room-turned-improvised-workshop in his home, as he stared down at the half-disassembled weapon on his impromptu workbench. [color=da9100]“C’mon, you were working just fine when I tested you yesterday. Now what’s wrong?”[/color] Paasi had asked, and after a few moments, he picked up a pair of tweezers in his right hand, and brought them over towards the receiver. [color=da9100]“There you are.”[/color] Paashi muttered, as he used the tweezers to gently remove the pieces of a pin that connected the receiver to the lever. With a sigh, he placed the pieces in his left hand, along with several small pieces of metal he had lying around, and closed his hand. There was a soft orange glow from under his coppery scales, and as he opened his hand, the pin and filaments he’d used had been replaced with a seemingly new pin, and a miniscule amount of rust that he’d guessed had been the cause of this failure.

[color=da9100]“Need better materials. It’s an absolute pain needing to transmute the rust from what’s usable.”[/color] He griped, as he lifted the pin with his tweezers, and set it back in place. It only took him a few moments to reassemble the weapon, at which point he ran the action with a smooth [i]chik-chik[/i] as the breech opened, then closed. Satisfied, the belua placed a thumb on the hammer, and pulled the trigger, slowly guiding the hammer back without letting it dry-fire. He then pushed the weapon inside a long, thin cloth bag, which he then tied shut and slung over his shoulder. The belua then made to leave, as he was running late as it was, and he’d have to move with a purpose if he was going to arrive on time. Paashi paused for a moment as he took in the small note that he been left on the kitchen table for him. 

[center][i]I’ll be rooting for you. And don’t you dare be late! -Morali[/i][/center]

With a small smile, he picked it up and slid the paper into his pocket, before continuing his borderline frantic advance. As he made his way out through the relatively humble dwellings, making sure to lock up as he went around the back of the house to the street. As he passed through the alley, he took a moment to smile at the sign that hung over the street, from a post just over the front door. 

[center][i]Longfang Protection & Repair
We Fix What’s Broke, and Keep it From Breaking![/i][/center]

He then glanced down at a sign on the door, with a smirk.

[center][i]Repairman called as reaver. Repair services unavailable until further notice.[/i][/center]

Turning and picking up his pace into a jog, Paashi's legs granted him the extra alacrity he needed at the moment, as he started moving through sidestreets and alleys, avoiding the normal traffic that tended to congest the main roads.