The Samurai and the Smith [Jojo]

[bunji]

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T he sound of their steps caused his ears to twitch every time they walked too close, with his head hanging low a hood rested over his face hiding the full head of red hair but allowing a few bangs to escape from under it hanging over his red eyes; thanks to the special additions he made the hood had holes in it to allow his ears to stick out freely. With a deep yawn the man leaned his head back onto the bench he was resting his body on, looking up at the skies the leather armored samurai would allow his tail to swing freely behind him. He had been so busy these passed few days from scouting the lands of Serum with his older sister Tessia, to running into the odd tsundere blonde man that seemed to be able to change his voice at will, oh and of course to adventuring with Hanelli. "Heh...Hanelli" he whispered to himself a smooth deep tone slipping into his ears, his mind flooding him with mental images of the girl with the elven ears who was one hell of a nimble ninja. Not only that but she was quite the looker, a real easy sight for the eyes the red eyed samurai would allow his body to relax on the bench, as much as he enjoyed the company of his sister, or his love interest; at the moment this alone time was best for him. He could relax, and he could allow his body to remain that way, when he had the chance he would get back to adventuring as soon as he could for now though there was a more pressing matter at hand. Glancing down from the virtual skies of this digital world, he was looking down at the worn, and torn scabbard of his katana. He chuckled once more a smirk remaining this time around he had really put that sword through hell. Grabbing the scabbard he brought the katana up to his waste, his other hand gripping the hilt his fingers wrapped around it, he could feel the age to the hilt already the bindings loosening, and tearing. He would pull it from the scabbard looking down at the blade that he had pulled from the scabbard, he would eye it noticing the nicks, and dents on the edge of the blade that it was clearly losing. "I need a new one..." he whispered to himself pushing his katana back into the scabbard, letting it rest against the bench once more as the fox tail returned to relaxing on the bench, his mind wondering where he could find a suitable blacksmith.

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Jojo awoke the day like any other, her body waking up in the hot grime of her forge, her place of refuge and home for the moment, as it would seem. Jojo only grinned further now as she looked about her place to see such seldom changes being made her and there. Just the little things that go on and on down the list of what to do and what not to do. Jojo of course only smiled after a short while as she dusted herself off, the grime easily too dried on her skin that she knew she would be needing a shower just to keep up the appearance that she was indeed just the normal styled gypsy girl as normal. It was not always the out there appearance that aided with what she was nor would it be the above all the rest singling of such things. Jojo’s eyes closing slightly and then looking high up as such necessity filtered through her in the needed moments.

The work had flown down, her jobs lingering along just fixer uppers now and she hated how she was not making new weaponry out there any longer, it was something she loved performing and such things just always made well for her to continue on in such relevance and lovely life. Her hands hooking on her bikini top, taking it clean off as she moved into the showering area on the other side of the doors to her little shower spot where she removed the final piece of her bikini. A smile etched along her lips and she began working along and cleaning herself into the warm waters of the shower. The water felt relaxingly well against her skin, molding to her skin and aiding along to make it feel just that much better as her eyes closed and she hummed to herself few Victorian era tunes in her mind as she only grinned and cleaned away all this grime with such easy ways.

Once having cleaned her body of the dirty black and ash grime along her skin, she walked out of the shower, putting on the two pieces of a new white bikini along her body, as she was ready to smith all over again. Her hands gripping a robe to cover her body as the hot air of the forge actually felt cold to her newly showered skin yet to the average passerby, the forge would feel incredibly hot and humid. Jojo only smiled again, moving over and soon Jojo looked like normal, her body in a near similar appearing straitjacket appearance while underneath it was a bikini and she only smiled continually as her long green hair and golden eyes looked around the forge for the daily plan sheet. Looking over it, she was completely done with what jobs she had until her eyes rested on the normal day-to-day work.

“Need to get myself more equipment and materials… that should be interesting. Maybe some new jobs wills come up between now and then.” At these words, she headed out, her hands gripping her sheathed wakizachi sword and once tying it to her left hip she left off with a simple footstep and moved onwards to the outskirts of town where she could gather some equipment from traveling merchants, passing multiple people. Incidentally, she forgot one of the few things she did carry off with her in her hand was her smithing hammer in her right hand. It was absolutely normal for herself and as such, she merely smiled and continued on with what the day was normally in such instances for her. Jojo merely put that on the same tie belt for her sheathed sword and kept walking towards the materials location for the necessary goods.

Notes ╡ Showered and ready
Word Count ╡ 628 words

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[bunji]

I will hunt you down... The bench was staring to make his ass ache, so he figured he would stand from it already with a heavy sigh the male would rise up to his full height allowing his cloak to flow freely from his upper body the bottom waving at the ankles. Reaching down Bunji grabbed the worn scabbard of his katana, he would push it between the waist like of his pants, and his belt. The red haired fox tail would walk towards the shops, he was a tailor after all so maybe getting his hand on some raw materials would benefit him tons this time around; he could sell it anyways. The red eyed samurai would soon find himself pushing through a crowd of people, many players gathered here it was one of the most popular shopping centers in these parts, the prices were cheap, and some of the merchants were willing to barter. Bunji would look around his red eyes trying to find any familiar faces amongst the crowd maybe; yet when he found no one he would continue to move along his attention focused now on the path head of him. His mind however would soon be grasped by thoughts of Hanelli again, especially when he spotted an elven girl that had striking similarities to the ninja girl except for the fact that this girl was a Guardian. With his mind now wrapped around thoughts of the elven girl with the thick legs, he found himself smiling to himself as he kept his focus entirely on his internal thoughts; a decision he would soon regret. It was not before he got even ten steps from when he started thinking about the girl, that he would bump into someone. Instantly the smell of wet hair attacked his nostrils, blinking back to reality he would turn in the direction of the soft obstacle he had run into. It was then that Bunji's eyes ran up from the long legs to the curves of the body, and his attention was gripped by the green locks of hair that led to a face with a pair of stunning eyes. With a chuckle he would turn away from the girl having noticed the hammer, his recent run in with Pyre he was able to easily identify the tool. "Sorry about that, I found myself lost in my thoughts..." he said to the girl turning away from her to look at the shop in front of them, "You're a smith right?" he asked the rhetorical question not really expecting an answer he moved on to say, "If I may be so bold, would you be willing to take a job for me?" his voice was smooth, and deep as usual for the casual fox tail. His cloak settled itself on his figure, the hood still resting over his head casting a bit of a shadow over his red eyes, and his leather armor strapped in place around his body. All the while he remained quiet, had he been so desperate for obtaining a new weapon that he was just outright asking anyone for one? The male sighed internally his mind smacking him for being so straight forward with the girl whose name he did not even know. 'Smooth move, Bun' he thought to himself.
	words 420 tags @jojo notes so r00d, so sorry
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Jojo found the direction needed for what materials to buy at the least. That was until she found that she herself was being under target by someone to be utilized as a possible shortstop or wall in his or her daydreams. If this were her guild master Kumori, she either would probably hit him with the hammer, or probably scolded the hell out of him, as was her nature. Sad to say that every time she was in his presence he wound up getting hurt by her in one form or another but what else was there to do when all that was left was the fact that she was still the one bearing the teeth and claws. Someone had yet to declaw her and bear them against her at the same time. That was the thrill she was missing, the very romance that the masochist inside her missed most of all but it was something she had begun to accept and live without given the nature of the new world.

Jojo’s eyes however looked upon someone of a fox tail stature, the class itself was relatively similar to her own as she analyzed within just mere seconds of her response time. This boy was fair faced, elegantly built, cute looking, strikingly idol like, and probably was a great tenor on the singing chord. Things that she did notice that anyone else could have if they bothered with the manual was that this individual’s race was amongst the few magical races being more agile than her own yet more magically in tuned than the counterpart being the Wolf-hair. Interesting why her eyes noticed the scabbard easily enough and already assumed from him asking if she was a smith in such a desperate way that she automatically seemed to believe he was in the fighting classes, a challenge to himself more than likely all at the same time.

Jojo’s eyes met his now, having to look from the fox ears that were atop his fluffy head and she merely smiled in the way all ritual individuals did. Her eyes than closed, knowing that the boy was taller than her by five inches probably meant it wouldn’t work and yet she leaned in, her mind going blank and immediately her body was going forwards and aimed to lean up and kiss him directly to the lips with a kiss of familiarity to it. The common thing of her was being known for kissing people randomly and spontaneously and yet that was only amongst those of her guild so few outside knew of it but there were moments that it may happen to be known. Nonetheless, if the kiss made it or not, she would attempt to wrap her arms around his neck, stare into those foxtail eyes and smile giddily, “Well yes, I’ll happily take a job from you.”

Notes ╡ A surprise to you
Word Count ╡ 477

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[bunji]

I will hunt you down... He stood there looking down at the much shorter girl his eyes really focused on her face because he was conversing with her, wondering if she'd be able to accomplish the task he had in mind; however things would take a turn for the awkward really soon. Without warning, or even a word the woman would approach him, his brow would raise, and his fluffy fox ears would twitch all in curiosity of what she was doing. It was not until his mind registered that he reacted, maintaining his composure the samurai would bring a hand up between them the tips of his fingers being the victims of the girls sudden kiss. Admittedly her rosy lips where full, and soft to the touch; it would have been quite the treat to have shared a kiss with this one, but unfortunately for her the fox tail samurai's heart was already taken by another. Bunji would allow the woman to realize where her lips where pushing against before he removed them from her lips, it was when he heard the girls words that he was at the same time noticing how she wrapped her arms around his neck. What was this woman playing at? Was she as desperate as he was to get a weapon, but in her case a mate? With a smile on his features he brought the same hand up between them once more, this time using his forearm to push against her left arm. Her grip on him did not seem as strong so he would have been able to manage breaking free of it pushing the girls arm away, yet he did none of this in a hostile or aggressive manner every motion was smooth, and fluid. That same arm would come up between them stopping at a neutral position with his hand at the ready to be shaken. "As beautiful as you are, I'm afraid these red eyes of mine are focused only on another...my name is Bunji" he would say knowing deep down that his words may have been taken as an offense, women had a tendency to be easily offended when it came to their looks. Quickly thinking on his feet, whether she took his hand or not he would add, "...nonetheless I am sure men flock to you for many reasons, I would too perhaps if only for your eyes they are quite the sight. Now if we may discuss the details of the sword I require?" he asked her with a soft tone keeping his composure, and remaining as respectful as he could. All the while deep down he hoped the golden eyed blacksmith would not take offense, and end up rejecting his request.
	words 455 tags @jojo notes nice try
...escaping is futile...

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Jojo’s eyes went wide, not with distaste for the individual’s actions but rather Jojo went wide-eyed for the fact that her very body had instinctively went in for the kiss without introduction or any other form of speaking. Jojo however was back in control of her mind, her eyes going out of the foggy state and now brought into the reality of what is around her as Jojo continually relished in what she continued her actions with which she continued to the point she was stopped by the fingers her lips met. Her eyes peering at and immediately jumped backwards and onto her knees and bowed more and more in apology as she could not digress enough with how this was just not exactly what she had hoped for and her eyes kept steady. “I could not believe it happened again. I did not mean to try to do that to you. It is just a compulsion to this body of mine.

“I do not wish to lust after anyone it just happens for no reason what so ever.” Jojo was honest at the most with such things, as she truly did not wish to bring something out that could probably decimate her own pride as well as others out there in such things. Jojo could not believe it happened all over again to her and her very pride was already dripping down like a bleeding wound to which if it were an actual thing then the very thing would be referred to an internal wound. Jojo continually found herself in this position and it truly doomed her from the start to even further catastrophe thereby any other form of such individualized material entities out there. Her eyes coming through and looking at the individual more now when remembering that the same individual had wanted something out of the start as well for finding a blacksmith.

Jojo got up finally, lead herself over to the individual, and bowed kindly in the same retrospect, “I am Jojo, and if you wish for a replacement for that sword there, I do not mind aiding in that so long as you can forget about the earlier incident in any case.” Jojo dusted her legs off and looked at the individual and thought of multiple types of blades she could actually create and magistrate all together as she pictured all the different katana weapons of the old timed samurai world but then also those of the European make as well. “What size, shape, standardized mention, and level of blade would you feel accustomed to using by chance?” Jojo asked, already wanting to draft the plans for the marvelous weapon that could be utilized by this individual, and quite possibly utilized in the full sheen of what could come to in the future if she mass-produced the design.

Notes ╡ Apologies
Word Count ╡ 473

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[bunji]

I will hunt you down... He remained silent as he watched the girl jump back, when she suddenly dropped to her knees he would blink in surprise quietly observing her wondering why she was acting so formal when moments ago she ha-- No matter, the crowd was watching their curious eyes focused on the duo that was standing here in the middle of the shopping district, stepping towards the girl Bunji would speak "No need for that now, come on get up on your feet. It's really okay" he would say to the girl in a soft tone, his hand about to reach out to aid her. Before he could reach her however she would stand up from her kneeling position fully upright, changing the subject entirely it was a topic he was interested in; however there was a slight curiosity guiding him to get to know this woman. She had shown to be quite the interesting one after all, resting a hand on the hilt of his katana he would smile "As urgent as it is for me to replace my blade..." pausing he glanced up at the woman locking his red eyes with her own. "I would like to get know the one behind the hammer..." he would comment with a chuckle before turning towards the shop she stood in front of. "You're probably wondering why I care so much" he would say suddenly, keeping his eyes away from the woman as they focused on the distant shop. "...in this world we must not forget who we were before we logged in, but at the same time what matters is that we bring life to our avatars give them an existence they can call their own. Crafting will always remain an art form, whether you pound away at heated steel or stitch together a few rags to make a dress...and every artist has their own unique personality that is the roots of their distinct style" his words were carried by a smooth deep tone that swept into the ears of all that welcomed them. With a smirk the swordsman turned to stare at the girl once more, "Jojo right?" his right hand would raise up towards the girl for a handshake, "I am Bunji, Fox Tail samurai" he said with a nod of the head welcoming the girl to shake his hand. Finally things could be done right, after such an odd beginning.
	words 401 tags @jojo notes a meeting between artists
...escaping is futile...

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