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Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

"Aye," he remarked as he waved the Dust admirer towards the private rooms, "Sounds a right bit o' bad luck there. An' no one was with ya? Now this is a Huntress I'd give me back to."
The smithy's hands then planted firmly on the counter as he shot Trey a glare. His backtalk was definitely not appreciated.
"Listen boy'o, I've half a mind to lift you off your stool and plant you on the street. I know you come in here a lot, and by the gods you're good business, but we have standards for a reason. Most Dust crystals can't take that kind of noise. And you're right next to the finished pieces. I have t' sell those ya' know?" the man fumed.
"Now you," he continued, gesturing towards the Faunus boy, "Open work shop's just back here," he thumbed gruffly towards the back wall and the curtain over the passage behind his left shoulder, "Private rooms cost more. Two are in use. Third room's reserved."
However, his demeanor shifted almost instantly as another familiar face walked it.
"How ya doin' lass?" he greeted jovially, "Back to sharpen the ol' ax I see. Take your time. I'll pick up the Lien on your way out. Good ta see ya."
The large man then used his considerable forearm to wipe his brow of some emotional sweat. After letting out a breath to cool his head, he looked back out over the yard and the street beyond it.

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The entirety of the morning and afternoon had been taken by meticulous work. Dust working, in fact. Powdering, shaping, and combining Dust crystals into her own unique blends. She hadn't minded when another Huntsman or Huntress took up shop next door, and began hammering out some metal of some sort- and the relative quiet that followed wasn't bad either. However, as she turned to reach for a case in which to load her mixed Dust, the sounds of somewhat hysterical speech cut her concentration.
A woman wearing a wide hood, her mouth covered in a dark blue scarf, strode out of her claimed compartment and gave a look that drifted somewhere between quizzical and judgemental to the two girls. The woman in blues and greens stepped forward with a purposeful stride, peeking at them over a multi-lensed Dust examination glass.
"I hate to be a bother, but could you maybe keep it down?" her tone than immediately shifted, becoming far more friendly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I can see I'm inturupting something. I'll just be on my way."

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Turboshitter I mean, I don't know what you'd call a big Creeper, because those are a thing, but Ursa Major just sounds right. You were in the right to think that though.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Polaris North Okay, please do.
@Lemons It's fine for now. Just don't make a habit of it. Like, if a lot of posts are going on at once, then sure, it's fine. But, I mean, ideally, people should be reading the IC?

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Polaris North But seriously, I wouldn't mind helping you get some points to bang out a first post, or even help you write the post.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Turboshitter ** Ursa Major?
Also, if at all possible, I'd like if everyone avoided putting mentions in the IC. Like, if you find it absolutely necessary, then fine, because it comes off a bit distracting.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Polaris North No shame in coming in later. You have a seat open for you. If you want, we can talk about it? Maybe in a PM?

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Raijinslayer Good post, except that the shop doesn't really have a front door. It's an open entrance.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

It had been a relatively quiet morning, but that all seemed about to change as he saw a rather battered looking young woman enter his shop. He was about to point out that the inn was across the street- or where a doctor was for that matter, when the severely dented gauntlet was rather unceremoniously plunked onto the counter.
"Bleedin' Bowels o' Grimm, what happened," the smith exclaimed, not having seen such damage to a weapon in a long time.
A moment later, however, and he regained his composure. There was barely a second before he was speaking again.
Maroon pointed a worked thumb towards the back wall, "Work rooms are in the back. Use whatever you need, any room but the third. Reserved."
Having noticed her looking fondly into the case, below him, Maroon opened a small shelf at the bottom, retrieving a single crystal from it. He may have felt generous in the moment, but he was still a business man. The smith raised his hand to reveal a dark Dust crystal with purple accents.
"This," he began, "is Black Pearl Gravity Dust, high quality out put, extremely rare- took me months to get ahold of even this much," he pointed out- the crystal only about the length of his thumb.
Knowing she'd be off and back again, Maroon Awit returned the crystal to its drawer. With a pleasant smile, he was about to serve the next customer, a girl who looked far too soft to be a Huntress, with far too many bags- when a distinct sound caught his ear and stole his attention. Relinquishing his apron, he made his way back to the floor with purpose in his walk.
"Hey," he exclaimed to the young man working on his own knee, "How many times have I told you- no carving in the front. I can't afford to have metal shavings up here. If you want to work metal, you're going to pay Lien like everyone else. End of discussion."
Before another word could be said, he returned to the counter, placing the apron over his shoulders once again. Looking out over the opening of his shop again, he half expected the muscular woman to still be standing at the counter.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Turboshitter I understand. My first few years of school were one throat problem after another, so I kinda get how it goes. Mostly. Prioritize your own wellbeing and don't push it. That being said... how much does Nimmie answer to Atlas?

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Silme:"Don't think I won't kick your ass because I'm just a fictional character. I will find a way."

@Raijinslayer

I'm the GM. Try me.