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Post by Ess Vee on Sept 5, 2004 2:27:14 GMT -5
"a regular knife will do, I usually use old steak knives, I think it's time to change" Skade said
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Post by Reaperkid on Sept 5, 2004 2:30:40 GMT -5
Templar shrugged and handed him one of his knives.
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Post by Ess Vee on Sept 5, 2004 2:34:01 GMT -5
"umm.....Thanks" Skade said, sticking the knife in his pocket
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Post by Reaperkid on Sept 5, 2004 2:38:37 GMT -5
"Anytime. Hey! Watch out!" said Templar. As the blacksmith came out from the side of the shop looking really, really mad.
ooc---shouldn't the police do something about this?
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Post by Rye on Sept 5, 2004 2:40:45 GMT -5
Rye slapped a hand to her forehead.
"What does he want now?"
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Post by Ess Vee on Sept 5, 2004 2:46:46 GMT -5
"Well we had nothing to do with this" Skade said
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Post by Reaperkid on Sept 5, 2004 2:48:27 GMT -5
Templar changed his position, covering Momji. "If you want her, you'll have to go through us." he said to the rogue blacksmith.
ooc--the police should really do something about this.
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Post by Rye on Sept 5, 2004 2:52:56 GMT -5
"I had nothing to do with this," Rye muttered to herself under her breath. Then, mustering up all her courage, she put herself between the blacksmith and the rest, then gave the burly man a most innocent smile.
"Excuse me, sir-- you're the blacksmith, aren't you? Well-- I wanna place an order for a ...AN ARROW! Yes! AN ARROW! Not just any arrow, mind you-- I want it to be made of the finest metal and to be PERFECTLY SMOOTH-- the blade must be sharp enough to pierce wood through AND I also want you to..." Rye rambled on and on, dragging the blacksmith a little further away from the group to explain her rather fake requests to him in peace.
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Post by Reaperkid on Sept 5, 2004 2:55:39 GMT -5
Templar shook his head, amused. That was one heck of a girl. He pulled the limping Momji away as the blacksmith grew more and more confused.
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Post by Rye on Sept 5, 2004 3:00:44 GMT -5
Rye continued talking.
"AND I want you to carve these words in perfect calligraphy at the side here--" Pulling out a grubby arimethic worksheet from her pocket, she dumped it into the blacksmith's hands."Beware! For this is no ORDINARY paper! The numbers may seem like math problems, but it's actually a profound and mysterious code your little brain can't afford to understand!"
You owe me one, guys...
The blacksmith looked even more confused. "Why, only ONE arrow?"
I'd better make a break for it.
When she spied that Momji and Templar were far, far away, she took only of the blacksmith's hand in hers.
"Thank you. This has been an emergency drill on what to do when you're faced with a crazy, wierd customer. You've done extremely well and I hope to see the same standards next time. Well-- things to do people to see! Bye!"
Rye turned and ran.
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Post by Ess Vee on Sept 5, 2004 3:02:10 GMT -5
".......... well that worked unexpectedly well" Skade told himself as he slowly left the store
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Post by Reaperkid on Sept 5, 2004 3:23:13 GMT -5
A good distace away, Templar started laughing. As Rye approached he applauded. "Very nice performance!"
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Post by Rye on Sept 5, 2004 5:27:28 GMT -5
Rye grinned.
"I did it to save all our butts." Then turning back into the store, she spotted the blacksmith staring out bewilderedly.
"Just make sure not to go inside for the next few hours and we'll be juusstt fine."
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Post by Ess Vee on Sept 5, 2004 5:33:36 GMT -5
"Are there any police here? Perhaps we should tell them about this..." Skade suggested
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Post by Broken Glass on Sept 5, 2004 5:50:06 GMT -5
Momiji grinned widely at Rye. "I'd give you a hug but I'd end up breaking my knee further."
She limped a little straight into the eyesight of the Blacksmith who was nursing a bloody shin and lip. She shot him a triumphant smirk and winked, seeing that a bunch of police officers were coming their way.
Meanwhile, a youth about 19 walked into the Blacksmith area. "What on earth happened here?"
Momiji turned to the newcomer. "This bloody Blacksmith tried scamming us off and it didn't go too well when I refuse to pay for the crap he was going to give." she informed him, still grinning. "And you are?"
"Just a travelling Blacksmith looking for a job." he replied absentmindedly, still staring at the broken shop.
Momiji grin widened. "Great! You can take his place as soon as the police grab him. What's your name?"
"Temuriya..." he said, still from the shock that he had gotten a job so easily.
"Welcome to Mitsurei Anime City, Temuriya. I look forward to your services." she said, grinning.
A few police officers came into the scene and started dragging the whining Blacksmith away. The last Momiji heard was a pitiful cry for someone named "Muumuu".
ooc - anyone can manipulate Temuriya. I gave him a name so that he won't keep on being called "the blacksmith".
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