Closed [Kitrean crafts] Weapons aren't claws. (Alex)

[Arisia]

28th of Winter The kelvic girl walked into the busy blacksmiths, wanting to buy a new weapon. What kind, she wasn't sure. She had assumed herself lucky that this place was in the same location as it was last week, but when she heard people chatting outside of the place, she was impressed. It must take resilience to stay in one place for a month in this city. Inside, there was a plethora of weapons. It would be an amazing sight for who knew what they were. However, she couldn't tell a dagger from a sword. They were all just metal to her, though it would of perhaps been a better idea to have come prepared.? She had wanted to find something to protect herself with, instead of just her fists. As she knew that they just wouldn't work as well against someone with a weapon. She had her claws to protect her usually, but this form was different. People had things that could make them fight better than they usual would be able to without them. She didn't see the point in them, really. After all, there would always be someone better than you. She was only here out of neccesity for protection. She got some strange looks in the store, with her oddly coloured eyes and constant joyous demeanor. Attention was something she was used to, her looks and taste in clothing demanded it at times. She liked attention anyway. She wasn't getting attention from the workers though, and was ignored when she asked for some, whether they heard her, she was unsure. Choosing to believe they didn't, she continued to look through the weapons with a faint smile and a slight look of confusion on her face.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Alex had trudged his way into the blacksmiths early. He was after something he hadn’t really managed to get a handle on elsewhere but he’d spotted them here on the way past the prior day. Bolts. Bolts for his wrist crossbow no less. He couldn’t get a bundle of them for love nor money over the last couple of days he’s stayed in Syliras. So being able to get a bunch of ten for a single gold was a gods-send. As he was about to exit the store though something odd caught his attention. A younger woman looking at the blades that littered the walls with a small smirk on her face.

Something in him told him to say something to offer some kind of advice. Seeming as if the small crowd of people hunting down weapons to go on a vantha hunt was distracting the staff there. Alex took it upon himself to intervene stuffing the bolts into a pocket in his jacket he glanced down at her sizing her up from head to toe and taking in the other strange features like her hair colour and the different eye colours. Not the first time he’d seen something strange with the eyes but enough to let him know that he was going to be surprised by this person one way or another. His voice light and soft as it was finally broke the silence between where he and she stood.

“Y’know with your build and size. I’d pick something light.” He spoke with a firmity to his voice briefly lifting a hand to point at the daggers and then to wave it over to the short swords and smaller curved blades. “Something in those categories should tide you over. Though I’d pick what you like now before it’s ripped off the shelves by this ornery lot.” His words were edge with a kind wisdom. The sort of one where if she so much as glanced at him she’d see exactly why he was so knowledgeable in that he carried a good deal of blades on him.

[Arisia]

Arisia turned around to look at the man behind her as he spoke, he appeared to know what he was talking about. This was confirmed by the amount of blades he carried on him. It looked more like addiction than neccesity to her, but she didn't say anything. "Yes, I was going to go with something like that, as they don't appear to be too hard to use." Her voice was light and airy, though an undertone of distaste ran through it, as if she didn't want to be here. The reasons for her distaste were simple. For starters, the weapons didn't make much sense to her, they seemed unnecessary, for people had fists too. And secondly, the horde of vantha-hunters which were in the store with them. They were gathered on the other side of the store, some haggling for cheaper prices and some were browsing for a weapon. When he mentioned the vantha hunters, she nodded in agreement before speaking, her tone bitter and almost angry. "I suppose I should before they take all of the weapons to go on their hunt." She picked up a small and light blade, glancing over it. It wasn't as good as her claws of course, but it would do.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


“Looks can be deceiving.” The only real comment he offered up to her remark about purchasing one of the smaller blades. Yet still he could hear the distain for this place in her voice, the languid feeling of not wanting to be there but finding it more of a necessity than usual. Though she didn’t seem to have any qualms about displaying her sharp bitterness towards the vantha hunters. It was clear and plain for all the world to see. Though Alex normally kept his composure, in this case it was no exception.

“Y’know you could be a little less brazen in your bitterness and resentment.” He spoke with a almost relaxing tone as if trying to pull her back to rationality. Though as her fingers wrapped around the handle of a smaller blade he couldn’t help but notice the clunky way she held it. Gripping it with a strange uncertainty. It was almost painful to watch.
“Try holding it more like this.” He spoke reaching up to the centre of his back beneath his coat and pulling out his own dagger. Its design a lot more functional and vicious than the one she held but the concept remained the same. “Hold it firmly just beneath the guard. And angle your hand forward a little, it helps balance the weight.” He quite literally showed her what he meant. Tilting the blade forwards with a small angle and held it just beneath the point where the blade transitioned into the handle.

Then with a small flourish he slipped the blade back into its sheath. “If you’re going to go buy it I’d recommend you hurry your pace up a little. Looks like they’re starting to get a overwhelmed.” Alex held that small soft smile, but it was just a formality inside he wanted to just draw both of his blades and beat some sense into these people. Murder for money…It made him sick to his stomach. Most of all because he’d seen that in his “family” and knew first hand just how far they’d go for some coin.

[Arisia]

She agreed with the fact that looks could he decieving, as she had first hand experience of that herself, and she was sure it would be no different for weapons. Sighing slightly and glancing over at where the vantha-hunters were, her voice still full of disdain, but calmer now. "I suppose I should be careful, I don't want to be a target myself." It was extremely hard for her to hide her emotions, especially when it came to something like this. Her first instinct was to protect herself, but that didn't mean she didn't want to claw there faces off. She felt a bit like she was betraying her mother when she didn't do anything. Arisia carefully adjusted how she held the blade when he suggested it, she was still confused, but at least she knew how to hold the blade now. That didn't mean that she would be able to do any damage with it, bit she supposed it was a start. She nodded in agreement to his next words, "Yes, I suppose I should buy it, thank you for showing me how to hold it, by the way.". Pushing through the crowd, she made her way over to the workers, and hurriedly made her way back through the crowd, cursing quietly under her breath in vani when she got away from them all.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Feeling like he’d done his Good Samaritan deed for the day Alex stepped out into the thoroughfare. As much as the Kitrean krafts was completely swarmed with people looking for weapons to do the dirty deed to the vantha Alex wasn’t really going to allow it. Some common folk with a blade were going to be no match for him. And he knew it. He didn’t have to nor want to flaunt his skill for fear of people asking him to teach them how to fight. Just the thought of someone using what he knew to hunt down and kill one of them almost made him violently sick.

Still though Alex leant against the entrance to the Krafts closing his eyes for a moment his hands stuffed themselves into his pockets. And despite the two obvious blades on his person he was the last one anyone would assume to be a strong person. He was too unassuming too quiet. And above all too laid back. Unlike the masses of people that flittered around him clamouring to get at something and get something for the cost of their conscience Alex was the stark opposite letting it wash past him and far to blasé about the whole thing.

He sighed a moment taking the opportunity to head off into the mix of people. Despite knowing he could handle himself he was starting to get a little rusty and perhaps it was time to oil the gears? His hands gripped the hilts of his sword through his pockets. Just the feeling of the steel in his hands gave him that sense of control and strange understanding that he needed. Little did he know that behind him he had a tail. Someone following him. And if he did know it he didn’t show it. After all if someone was curious enough to follow behind him then why would they take that much of a risk?

[Arisia]

She stepped out of the building quickly, breathing a sigh of relief as she was glad to be out of there. It was extremely disappointing to her, how cruel people were in there. She felt sorry for the poor vantha who were attacked, some of them weren't even marked. Arisia wondered whether she would have been attacked, if people had known that her mother was a Vantha, and that she could speak Vani. It didn't make sense why they would be willing to take another's life in return for money, for a bounty. It didn't seem worthwhile to her. She didn't understand the other race's obsession with money and trading, when she could just hunt for food herself, what was the point? She stood back and examined the blade she had brought. It was a small cutlass, a straight blade made from shiny and silver metal. It seemed like it would be fine for protection, and she put it in her bag carefully. Walling away from Kitrean crafts, she began to walk to, somewhere. She hoped it would take her back to somewhere she recognised, where she would end up, she wasn't sure. She enjoyed that about this city anyway. Arisia noticed the person she had been talking to was a bit ahead of her, amidst crowds of people. He did seem to know a lot about weapons. Contemplating for a moment whether she should ask him to teach her, she walked up to him, walking beside him with a grin. "Hello! Thanks for telling me about how to hold that earlier." She then smiled slightly shyly "Also, I was wondering if you could teach me to use it." , she paused and then spoke again "Oh, I'd pay you of course."

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Alex headed off into down the main through fair. His mind digging into other things like what in the heck he was going to do with regards to his room. It was starting to get pretty cramped but it’d look exceedingly suspicious if he suddenly asked for an upgraded room. Perhaps it was slightly better? But then again he felt bad for one of them continually having to alternate and sleep on the floor. Still though at least they had space and safety. It was a stark argument his mind ran over for a few moments flicking back and forth. Until he noticed someone alongside him.

One of two things made it possible for someone to sneak up on him. Firstly he was lost in his own little world. Secondly they were damned good at sneaking. Alex shifted his focus from his mental argument to the sudden appearance of a very familiar and freshly memorized face next to him. A grin on her features and a look of wanting something in her eyes. As she spoke he learned very quickly that this was a business arrangement of a sort.

The comment about both teaching her to use it and payment was something he’d never quite heard put so bluntly before. He paused a moment stopping near dead still and scratched his chin a bit. “I mean I could…But I’m not exactly the best teacher…” And then looking her over her made his assessments. As he did earlier, this time with a more discerning and focused eye. “As for payment… I’m a little more flexible on that subject than most.” He folded his arms and glanced down at her. He was unsure if he should do this. Especially with live blades. It wouldn’t end well for any party involved.

“If I am going to teach you, perhaps as an idea you could lead me to a safe place to teach you in? Where I don’t have to worry about you stabbing yourself or me with a live and possibly very sharp weapon?”

[Arisia]

Briefly, she considered that what she had said might of sounded a bit abrupt, which was often something that happened, as her lack of social skills caused her to be a tad rude at times. Shaking the thoughts away, having decided that it didn't matter, she listened to him respond, he claimed to not be a very good teacher. That didn't really matter though, a teacher who didn't think he was good at teaching, was better than no teacher at all. She noticed he seemed a little hesitant about agreeing to this, a fact that annoyed her slightly, but she spoke with curiosity at his next words. "Flexible?" She spoke her word like a question, slightly confused at what be meant by that. She didn't have any skills to really teach him, if he wanted to learn something in return, and there wasn't any other way to pay, other than money. He suggested that Arisia took him to somewhere safe to teach her, where there might not be danger of her stabbing herself or him. She thought to her self for a moment, it wasn't as if she knew anywhere. Arisia was new to Alvadas, having only come this season, so she didn't know anywhere where they could go really. If she did, she didn't think the city would take her there anyway. "I guess there's my inn room, but I don't really know anywhere else in Alvadas, I'm new to here."

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Her reaction was almost as he’d expected that half-cocked look of irritation glued to her features though, it seemed to soften as she mumbled out the word “flexible” Seemingly mulling over what he meant. Her mulling over of his words took a moment to settle in. She offered as a place for him to teach her how to fight as her Inn room. Alex took a minor moment to look at her with a “seriously” tone to it.

“I wouldn’t recommend trying to learn how to fight in an inn room. It’s vastly too small. Not to mention if you damage anything in the room I believe you have to pay for it.” He paused a moment mulling over a potential place for him to work on, or work around what was going on. If she was living in one of the inn’s then odds were she was as new to the city as he was. He shifted the thought around in his head thinking about the possibilities of where he could go to teach her.

The small syliran area was openly out of the question. However there was the option of going over to the sunberthian area as much as it made his skin crawl. He then swiftly shifted his thoughts over to the Zeltiva and the possibility of teaching her along the fake docks that listed along there. Again that was probably out of the question as the overall state of the city could throw something strange and outlandish at them.

And as the last option was he could just train her out in the street but that probably wouldn’t go down well overall with the current guard of the city and a heavily armed man attacking a small girl wielding only a tiny blade…Yeah that wouldn’t go down well.