Prince and Princess [Endrin]

[Cocktail]

do it like a brother, do it like a dude,

A part of Cocktail was almost wondering if she was going to become more like her brother and her father: attached to the forge at the hip and reluctant to leave when it didn’t relate to her. Waving a hand, she decided that she didn’t really care if she was or not, instead kicking her heels out and humming to herself as she made use of an unattended furnace in a quiet part of London – her usual place in Saint Pancras Station had been in use, and while usually she wouldn’t care and just chase the person away, she wasn’t in a mood to cause trouble right now. Instead, she giggled to herself, having quite a bit of fun running around the city looking for a new base of operations, and she wriggled her behind, humming and skipping until she paused and saw the furnace in the house, something that had made her whoop, the action causing her feet to lift right up off the ground before she touched down again, the girl more than a little hyperactive with the prospect of getting to play with metal again, and possibly make something else to impress her brother when they finally connected. He’d always said that she could never make anything on her own, and yet she’d managed to do just fine on her own! She had even managed to make a pair of chains, though what she had wasn’t very high quality, and she might recraft them later to give them a buff before she attached them to her weapons. But that was something she would pay attention to at a later time. Humming to herself, she expertly set about bustling around the furnace, finding where the owner had hung a flint and steel up on the side and grabbing it so that she could light the furnace once more, her tune picking up as she slowly coaxed the flames up to a nice bright burn. She then got it roaring nice and loudly, and that was when she added in the coal, letting it burn down a little just the way that her brother had taught her to before she even reached to start bringing out the metal, wanting to work on bringing up the heat hotter so that she could try to get better quality out of the weapons that she used. Of course, that wasn’t something that was particularly hard either; she had much better ore than she had before, and that was something that would make a huge difference in her crafting, never mind that she had slightly better coal too. Oh yes, she could just see that everything was going to be better this time around, far better than it was when she had just been relying on her own skills and basic materials to make her first chains, though they were still something she took pride in, the same way that an architect would always have a soft spot for the first building he had designed or a business owner the first dollar that he had ever owned. It was a matter of principle, the fact that she had overcome all the odds, and that wasn’t something she was going to give up. Not now and not ever.

100% 100% Words;; 544 Tags;; Endrin Notes;; Let's try to get some srs crafting exp so I can start making stuff *cackles* Lyrics;; "Do it Like a Dude" by Jesse J Template by Kuroya

grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you!

[Endrin]

He still needed equipment but he had decided against buying level five gear. The fact of the matter was that he was just too high level for that. He was higher level than any gear he had seen so far for sale. The highest level armor and weapons that his own eyes had seen thus far were level ten. He didn't know if anyone had managed to craft anything higher than that yet. He supposed not since there was no buzz about it. And surely if someone had the best gear like that word would have spread. He suspected it was more a matter of materials rather than skill. He knew that he had been unable to find any ingredients for his Alchemy at a level higher than ten. It was likely the same all around. Monsters just were not dropping them, and there were no real gathering classes that he say. Other than maybe fisher and farmer. But those would surely go to cooking, which would be the exception he imagined.

He had wandered through the city, idly as he thought about where he should get his stuff crafted at. Smokeone was pretty good, but always busy. Plus he made a lot of really gaudy stuff. He honestly liked the idea of finding someone who wasn't well established and using them. It's like when his Mom had bought a house she found a new Realtor saying that it was always good to go to one when they were hungry. Because if they were hungry and looking for clients then they would work harder for you. He was thinking along the same lines. He wanted to find a smith that still had a name to forge, and see about hiring them on for this. Who knows, maybe they would even become his personal armorer. That would be nice, then they would know his style and they could even build a rapport. He liked that idea.

Most of the forges he passed we busy, or people were shouting looking for clients and trying to draw them in. But none of them felt right. He was going with his gut here. He didn't have an eye for craftsmanship so all he could rely on were his instincts. He left the bustling main area of the markets to a quieter stretch of London when he heard the pounding of a hammer on metal. An unusual in this area, and it drew him like a moth to the flame. There were no crowds and no one shouting about wares. Just the sound of smithing. As he made his way to the sound his eyes were greeted by the spectacular hind quarters of the smith who was pounding away at the metal and tending the forge. Her rear giving out a wiggle as she moved and his eyes had to be forcefully pried away from them before he knocked on the closest piece of wood to get her attention.

"Excuse me. You are a smith right?" As if that wasn't obvious. "Do you have any spaces for clients open?"

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