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Daja Kisubo ([personal profile] fireforger) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-27 11:11 pm

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Daja fired up the forge, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as she watched the burning flames. It had taken her some time to fully clean our the dust and other strange debris, organise and clean the tools, and get everything into working order - but she now had a place where she could work her craft.

But now it was time to get to work. Metals were scarce, but she had found some pieces of scrap-metal that were workable, and so she began the task of melting them down into something she could use.

She wondered if anyone would respond to her message – she hoped she had managed to use the omnicomm correctly – or perhaps even see the smoke from her forge, and visit her today.
redeyes_andblue: (S - peace: a boy and his lyre)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
There was one who had seen her call on the omnicomms - Sheik was on his way over, lyre retrieved from the shadows and safely held in his arms. The smoke had acted as a beacon, pinpointing the forge's location, so now he approached, shifting the lyre to one arm.

"Are you the blacksmith, Daja?" he called cautiously as he drew near.

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2010-01-28 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Daja, right?"

The man speaking is very tall, and is carrying what looks like a metal arm, as well as a small case of tools and other implements.

"Allen Gentry. We spoke on the omnicoms."
redeyes_andblue: (S - peace: a boy and his lyre)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I heard your message over the omnicomms," he explained as he set the lyre down - gold-plated brass, worn smooth over the years, bandages wrapped around one part of the frame. "You said you can repair metalcrafted items?"

Unwrapping the bandages revealed damage - a series of cracks, a few long ones reaching almost to the inner part of the frame. Nothing that affected the strings, but perhaps enough to cause more permanent damage with a heavy blow.

"Would you be able to repair this?" he asked softly, one thumb brushing the metal almost protectively. "It still plays well, but I would be reassured knowing that it was whole again."
redeyes_andblue: (S - peace: a boy and his lyre)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Certainly." Hesitating only briefly, he hands it across to her, ignoring the slight pang that comes when it does - the only one who's ever laid hands on it is Impa, and that was when she was giving it to him in the first place.
redeyes_andblue: (S - confused: what next?)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
Sheik nods, settling in the chair with the lyre in his arms. (Somewhere in the background, Zelda chuckles, teasing, [That thing really is your baby, isn't it?]. He ignores her good-naturedly.) "Thank you - I'm not sure why it corroded in the first place, a... thing tried to grab it. When I next looked at it, it had the cracks."

Hyrule has ammonia-based monsters. Who knew?

But, of course, there is business to discuss - there's an expectant look on his face as he waits, running his thumb along an un-corroded section.
redeyes_andblue: (S - apathy: neutrality)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sheik nodded, reaching across to extend a hand. "My apologies," he said with a faint smile, "It's Sheik. And that's alright - good food is scarce here."

He was so grateful for Zelda's insistence on getting tea when they had visited Earth. So, so grateful.

Right, back to business. "For the repair and the protection, what sort of payment would you be looking for?"
redeyes_andblue: (S - small smile: you're not too bad)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
Bartering - this was something he was accustomed to, as well. With a thoughtful expression, he glances down and strokes one of the strings. "I have very little I may offer," he says with a carefully rueful smile. "Perhaps I may offer you a song, once the repairs are complete?"
redeyes_andblue: (S - small smile: well then)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Seven songs can be weary to listen to," he answered smoothly - and yes, he was definitely itching for tea as well. Just the thing for negotiations. (And with meals. And during conversation. And in general.) "Perhaps two songs, so that they remain fresh for you?"
redeyes_andblue: (S - small smile: well then)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"The hand that wields a sword may have little talent, no matter how finely crafted the weapon. All due must go to the craftsman - or craftswoman - who originally made it," he says, smiling, even though he's still thinking hard.

"Perhaps three songs - and a cup of tea?" he offers. "Real tea, not Sensorium tea."
redeyes_andblue: (S - contentment: rare smile)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
A genuine smile spread across Sheik's face, replacing the polite one he had worn during the bartering. He was getting his lyre repaired! That was certainly worth some of his precious tea (and made the bite of leaving the instrument with a virtual stranger just that bit more tolerable).

"Four hours," he repeated, already knowing he'd be spending half the time pacing the city. "Once it's complete, would you like your songs and your tea then? I can bring it with me when I return. Or shall we arrange some other time?"
redeyes_andblue: (S - contentment: happy)

[personal profile] redeyes_andblue 2010-01-28 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
"That's perfectly fine," he smiles, giving it one last caress before carefully setting it down, scooping up the bandages that had been wrapped around it. "I will be back in four hours, then - and thank you."
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[personal profile] on_errantry 2010-01-31 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Rhiow kept her word and showed up at the forge - she assumed it was the place that smelled like smoke and hot metal - to show Daja to Grand Central.

She slipped inside quietly and jumped up on a surface that would put her roughly at chest height to Daja. The girl looked like she was working, so Rhiow just waited patiently.

[identity profile] twelvevoltman.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey." He extends one hand to shake - the hand with the arm tucked under his arm. Yeah, it looks funny.

"Allright, tell me about yourself. Specialties, interests, training history, preferred projects? Anything you think I should know."

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