Let me put myself in your shoes as a puppet loosely strung

[lifeofadeathseeker]

WHO: Kalen
WHERE: The Blacksmith
WHEN: Feb 9th
OPEN TO: OTA to anybody at or around the forge
WARNINGS: Warnings not anticipated

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Blacksmiths;

As had been suggested, Kalen had found an empty house already. But likewise, it was suggested that he needed to see the forge. In the world that Kalen came from this idea of metalworking did not exist. The heat was created from a magic rune and artisans used them in the ultimate creation of their work. Even those that could not wield magic would buy from those that could and that was how many people made a living.

He did not have much of a choice in what to wear so he had the second set of magenta scrubs on under the wool peacoat and kept his hands inside the pockets. He already felt silly about this since this seems to be a common idea for other people. Thanks to that, he was being as quiet as he could and approaching the blacksmiths without his jaw hanging open.

Forge;

In fascinated silence, he inspected all parts from the crucible to the bellows. He could not guess what the latter was used for either. The only thing he somewhat recognized was the anvil but the cooling bucket was another mystery since a water rune would be used to finish.

Fire;

While Kalen had seen a wood fire before, he had not seen one glow so brightly. The level of heat coming off of it was more intense than expected too. It did not take him long to shed the wool coat. It was not so much the tools of a blacksmith but the way in which they created heat. The glow of coals used to make carbon was mesmerizing but it probably looked odd for someone to be staring into that glow of fire

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[lifeofadeathseeker]

He had been taken from everything he knew, had runes suddenly stripped from him and been thrown into what essentially seemed to be a prison camp. Kalen surpassed paranoia when it really did seem like everything was out to get him. As far as why he was being so honest it was simple; removed from everything he had ever known Kalen had no choice but to be entirely upfront about at least this.

At the moment he adds one more pump of the bellows to give more oxygen to the burning coals. He glanced once at Seifer then away again.

"I've been training with a sword since I was a child. I don't know if you would count that as 'any good'."

And being a perfectionist, Kalen has not only been training but he has also made himself the best. He is not quite the best at hand to hand combat but he is no slouch either.

"I would prefer to have steel but if that is not possible right now I suppose I will have to make do with wooden practice swords."

[firacrux]

Were this not arguably safer and further away from the horrors of recent history, Seifer might feel the same. As it was, the way he saw it he was dodging the firing squad so he had fewer complaints about this prison camp compared to what he'd be facing back home. Where everything and everyone would be out for his blood. This was a second chance, weirdly enough. It was fair, this world offered fewer reasons to hide. It had taken Seifer some time to start realizing that.

Good work. Seeing no problems he continued preparing the crucibles and getting them buried in the coals Kalen was tending to.

The comment, however, earned a barked laugh. "Good! Maybe you'll be able to keep up." Perhaps he'd finally met someone that wouldn't give him that pitying or horrified look he often received when people learned he'd been in the military since he was a child himself. Sure, he got that it was horrible, still didn't like being looked at that way. Pity always pissed him off.

Kalen might just find Seifer an interesting match, in that case. Likewise he was obsessed with being the best at what he did, and he was. His problem wasn't his skill, it was refusing to follow orders and never ask questions.

"Good, the dojo's got a few. Light for my tastes, I'm sure we can figure somethin' out."