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[firacrux]

WHO: Seifer Almasy
WHERE: The blacksmith's
WHEN: 12-13(ish?)
OPEN TO: One for Tony Stark, one open to forge people and anyone else who would drop by!
WARNINGS: Mild swearing, possible mention of child soldiers

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Hammering it out - Closed to Tony Stark:

"Tomorrow morning" hadn't been the most explicit time. Seifer, who was already accustomed to rising before the sun, was present at dawn to wait. Only after he'd already set out had he thought that perhaps his chosen time had been far too early for anyone reasonable. Too late now, he decided, kicking idly at the snow. His best bet would be to spend the morning dodging the extremely dangerous native mice. Maybe he should have borrowed Rinoa's peacat for the walk over. The nice thing was the blacksmith wasn't far from his house at all, in fact he could just cut across the field if he wanted to. Right now he was sticking to roads to better avoid getting turned into a giant ice sculpture.

Having successfully dodged any mouse related mishaps Seifer arrived just a little after sunrise, with the time of year Seifer was guessing to be somewhere around six or seven in the morning. Not too bad, he thought, as he pounded on the door to see if anyone was in or around and willing to let him in. If Stark wasn't ready for him he could always have a look around and familiarize himself with the layout of the smithy. Get a general idea of where he would be working.



Into the fire - OTA:

With the basics out of the way including the general safety guidelines of not putting one's hand in the molten metal or under a hammer, as well as a rough idea of what was expected of him Seifer went to work. Given his experience with blade maintenance much of his duty for the first day consisted of sharpening and honing. Knives, hatchets, anything with an edge that needed to be made sharp Seifer would work on it. When he had nothing on hand to sharpen he was put to work on casting. A simple enough task for a novice that was nearly impossible to mess up. And if he did? It could just be tossed back in to be melted down again.

At present he'd taken a break from sharpening duty to resume casting small parts for... something. Honestly he didn't really know what only knew he had to fill the molds, let them set, empty them out and repeat. This part was particularly nice because standing near the hot crucible was delightfully warm. Much better than wandering around outside in the cold. He was from a warm island where any snow was way up on top of the mountain range which you really had to go out of your way to find. This heavy, wet winter weather was taking some getting used to. Don't mind him playing at being a lizard and soaking up all the heat he could before returning to sharpening.