Eleven

[pendantry]

There's nobody here to make weapons.

[Blunt, void of feeling, and crisp. She doesn't even drum her fingers on the counter beside the open book.]

Winry's gone too.

[One more dart.]

If you want to work here, there's room.

[As long as you leave her alone and don't ask about interviews.]

--

[Those interested in purchasing her wares, picking up things they asked for, or unpleasant conversation with Raven the eternally grumpy, can find her in the smithy in the morning through midafternoon, and then in the cafe, trying and failing to sort out what she's supposed to do with an art club it pains her to attend.]

Comments

voice;

[hero_of_smiles]

Gotcha. Totally be there.

[And off he goes.]

action

[pendantry]

[Raven isn't waiting for him, necessarily; she's working, and will have to pause it when he shows up.]

action; if only I had my creeping icon still, also this is fine?

[hero_of_smiles]

[Yeah, about showing up?

He totally does. But, probably not in the way she expects.

Wherever her workspace is, he's slowly popping up over the edge of it.]

Helloooooooooooo. I came for the interview thing.

[pendantry]

[Raven drops her cutting tools, muttering something and glaring at him. What is this stranger trying to pull?]

I don't do interviews. What do you make?

[The concept of an interview was explained to her, but she never watched one happen, and no, she has no idea she's doing it anyway.]

[hero_of_smiles]

Knives, swords, armor. That kind of stuff. I can also make other things that aren't just for stabbing purposes or protection.

[pendantry]

What we need is someone to make those things.

[She likes being the only one in the jewelry business. Of course, until today she didn't realize it in suck stark terms.]