A small cottage doubling as a workshop that is located near the center of town. What started life out as a simple country-side cottage has now been warped into a twisted mirror of its former self. Several smokestacks and additions that were seemingly added on haphazardly and as they were needed protrude from the underlying beauty of the house. A constant red glow and billows of black smoke radiate from the building at all the odd hours of the day. Work seemingly never ends around here. The constant clanging of tools and the grinding of gears and machinery echos throughout the area as a familiar Oni goes about her never-ending work.
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2019 1:11 pm
Sheva walked by and looked at the small cottage that was fixed in the center of town, she thought for a moment and approached. Though she had a forge at home, she wanted to try something new. She walked to the small cottage and knocked on the door, though she nearly knew everyone in the village; she didnโt want to disturb anyone inside. Though she prided herself on being an amazing armor smith, she had yet to actually craft anything for her own.
โ Hello? Iโm truly sorry to bother you. โ She said to the door, hopefully there was someone on the other side.
The sounds of the opening door, and the voice of the person moving through it, would almost be practically drowned out by the sounds of clanging metal, the grinding of cogs, and the roar of the mighty inferno that made up the workshop's central furnace. As muffled as the creak was by the din of industry, Rinka's heightened sense of hearing would be able to pick up on it with relative ease. One of the various clanging sounds ceased as the Oni dropped her tools and quickly vaulted over the tables and projects that littered the room towards the new arrival. The red woman's advance would halt mere inches away from Sheva's face. The lenses of the Oni's eyes whizzed as they focused in on the woman. "No bother," the Oni began. "Can help?"
LavenderandVelvet
Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2019 7:33 pm
Slightly startled and laughed to herself and looked past the woman, she seemed nice as she eyes fixed back onto her โ I was wondering whom the smith was for this forge. โ She asked out of sheer curiosity though there was a small amount of anterior motive in asking... it never hurt. Hearing all the curious sounds piqued her interest, she pulled out her small bag of ryo and smiled โ There might be money to be made. Iโm willing to pay for quality. โ A smirk crept across her face and her eyebrow cocked high, though this might be the owner of the forge... she wanted to maker sure.
Ah, a customer. Well that certainly changed things up a little. Rinka's eyes darted to the jangling bag of coin, then focused back in on Sheva. "Rinka's workshop." she said, jabbing her thumb into chest. As she signaled to herself, a large, snaggle-toothed grin spread across the woman's face. "Can make things. You need?" Even after all this time, it seemed Rinka had barely picked up any more of the common tongue. Hopefully there would be no trouble between the two. She did have a history of saying the wrong things at the wrong times.
LavenderandVelvet
Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 8:38 pm
Sheva smiled at Rinka, she was already an interesting lady. She tied the small bag back to her sides โ I need a spring loaded weapon. โ She pointed to the underside of her wrist and gave the motion of a blade coming from her wrist. Sheva was a compassionate and determined person but truly on the inside... she wanted more then anything was to be the best. Though the spring loaded blade would be a trump card in any close battle, she knew that dealing with anything like she dealt with 5 years ago; she would need something like this โ Iโll pay half up front and the other half when itโs done. โ She dung into the bags of ryo and pulled from it, she extended her hand and smiled. She had a feeling that if she wanted the best; she came to the right place.
The idea was simple enough. In fact, it was a tool Rinka had used in several puppets over the years; replicating it in a form usable by a person, rather than a chakra activated wooden doll, should be a walk in the park. Rinka extended her left arm outward, fully revealing it's mechanical nature to Sheva, and extended a few chakra strings towards her desk. In a matter of seconds, a sharp piece of charcoal, a notebook, and a measuring tape would fly towards the Oni, stopping to float next to her outstretched palm. "Yes. Can make." she'd mumble as she started getting... well... handsy with Sheva. Almost as soon as the tools arrived, Sheva would feel the oni's large hands grabbing all over her arm, raising sleeves, bending joints, and wrapping tape where needed. The notebook flipped over as the charcoal began scribbling marks that Sheva would find alien to her [unless she spoke oni]. Then, just as soon as the process had begun, it was over. "Make now." was all she would say as Rinka made her way back to the forge. It was time to get to work.
LavenderandVelvet
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2019 10:07 pm
Rinka went straight to work in crafting a piece for Sheva, the speed in which she got all of her measurements was impressive. Sheva decided to leave the tape on her arm for good reference later. Sheva pulled out the small bag of ryo on a nearby table and laughed to herself โ I live right outside of town, Iโm going to continue my own project. โ She placed the ryo (( 15k )) on the table and walked to the door โ I really appreciate it. โ
