AIN'T IT FUN -- private, Grey

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    Noelani's newest creations - a basket of swords, knives, and small pieces of armor - was tucked in close to the wall by the huge fireplace. She had found metal from armor that she had found in the room that she had inhabited, some of it coming from her scrapping some of her crudest makings. Right now, she had an old brass spear - or was it gold? it was too tarnished to tell - laid against the wall, frowning at it as she brought up another bunch of armor and old, battered knives - made of gold or a mixing of the metal. No one was using it, so why not her? Little by little she started to melt the scraps down, using a heat-resistant pail to turn it to glowing slag. She had found an old pole mold, and she poured the molten metal into the mold, the liquid hissing and popping. Quickly she used her tongs to plunge it into a large tub of water, bringing out a still-steaming pole.


    She set it on a stone ledge with a grunt, wiping sweat from her forehead and sitting down heavily. She didn't really want to try and recreate the spearhead right now... Instead, she fiddled with a magnifying glass that she had created while in BlizzardClan, supposed to be used for making small, delicate engravings.

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]For as loud a mouth as he had on him at times, Gray could be awfully quiet when he wanted to be, and he silently watched her work from the doorway. She didn't strike him as particularly old, but the skill with which she did her craft spoke of a long time practicing and perfecting. It was almost like watching his mother make something, but the things Noel made were for war and the things Dia made were for joy.


    "Hey, Noelani?" He asked with a cough, stepping into the room as she started fiddling with something small he couldn't make out from the distance.


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    Noelani looked up from her device, setting it down on the ledge as she wiped much soot from her feathers as she could, trying to tidy up a bit - it didn't do much but smudge it, looking like she had shoved her nose in charcoal. Of course, she didn't have a mirror or care to get one, so she greeted Grey as she was. "Hey! What's going on?" The avian asked, taking the smallest, most secret bit of pride at her developing language use.


    //rushed + late

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Raccoons were most often associated with trash and were hardly the most stunning of animals, so he didn't think he was in a place to judge, even if he did tend to try to keep himself nice and clean. Shuffling forward, his front paws twitched. "I was wondering if you took commissions." He said, looking at her hopefully.


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    Noelani blinked slowly, realization dawning quickly. "Oh! I do, but no money. Have nothing to spend on." She replied with a shrug, still grinning. Ooh, she'd never really been told what to make before! This would be fun! "Specific thing you want? Puzzle? Shield? Armor? Sword?" She rambled, then stopped, waving her talons to indicate that she would do whatever. "Anything for a friend." She beamed. Though, inwardly, her gut twisted anxiously - what if she couldn't make the requested item? What if she could, but it looked horrible? Oh, gods, now she didn't know if she wanted to... But she had to! This was a friend; friends were good. Good people deserved good things.

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]It was good she didn't want money, because Gray had none. He figured he'd offer to do her hunting for a few weeks or something, though if she'd been operating with some kind of currency he'd be fucked. Luckily she didn't. "A sword." He said, though it was tempting to ask for armor. Maybe later, if she was willing. The Sentinel blinked when she said "anything for a friend". They were friends? He only really considered Liam a friend, but... it wasn't like he was going to protest, and hardly because if he disputed that she'd turn him down.


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    Noelani nodded without speaking, silently looking over the raccoon. What kind of sword would he need? Well, she could just ask, but it was always good to know the physique of the wielder. "Type? What kind of material? Been developing new method - flexible and light." Though she would love to use Grey as her test subject, she supposed that she would have to save that for later, and try it herself. But she wasn't too great in using swords - better just with fire.

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Gray was fairly big strong - as far as raccoons went. He wasn't some supernatural freak of nature, so something light and flexible sounded ideal to him. "That sounds great." The Sentinel said, plenty willing to be her test subject.


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    //bless u for bumping


    Noelani grinned and brought out a basket of scrap metal and pulling out of it a few long strips of metal. Turning to Grey, she made a little motion with her claws. "Stand back just a little bit. Just in case." She warned, but it was up to the racoon if he wanted to. The avian made her way over to her anvil, rubbing her claws and making a few sparks fly, the black talons warming up as she activated her elemental pelt but only on her talons. She took the lengths of metal and, aided by the heat of the fire and the occasional burst of flame from her maw, she began to braid them together. It was a technique used by Vikings to keep the swords flexible and light, and she had only found out about it. Her forehead was beaded with sweat as she worked, snout wrinkled up as she moved down the braid. Soon enough it was finished, and she dunked it into the water. She used a separate bucket for her claws, shaking them off and wiping her brow.

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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//NP bby


    He quickly moved back, not wanting to get in the way of her work, even if he did want to watch. What he could see fascinated him, the way she braided the lengths of metal and dunked it into the water. "How did you learn to do this?"


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