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Post by Karel on Mar 8, 2007 20:34:43 GMT -8
6 o'clock in the morning, the sun was rising and the distant figures barely visible. And here in Shoreline Park, he stood inside the workshop, built at the cape of the semi-enclosed scene. He looked outside through the open windows, as he was busy counting the tools and lining up the aprons on to the wall hooks, he could just about make out a few people taking their morning jogs. And here he was, alone with all the lights on - walking towards the front desk where he knew he would need to wait... the others wouldn't arrive until a little later. So he sat...
Not too bad, for a Saturday morning...
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Post by Kasumi on Mar 10, 2007 0:32:01 GMT -8
Sure, it had been awhile since it happened but Kasumi was still very much pissed off. That prick Kazahana had managed to destroy her precious Katana while she was in his service and she'd never bothered getting it replaced.
That would change one morning however, whilst avoiding being molested by her younger sibling Kasumi had read something about a quality workshop that had oppened up. Apparently it got a good review from a reporter of types and that's all Kasumi cared about.
With a small shove and a mumble she'd barged her way into the little workshop, her eye giving a bit of a twitch as she looked upon the man who sat in the workshop....Christ....It just had to be him of all people, she still had no memories of the fight or what had happened but only from what she had heard it was Karel who had done the number on her arm...which was still in a sling.
"Yo..." She said in a rather un-amused sounding voice, what more could you expect from a woman this early on a saturday morning!?
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Post by Karel on Mar 10, 2007 1:08:14 GMT -8
He lifted his eyes from the floor, the groggy feeling barely subsiding while his eyes still adjusted to the amount of lights he had just previously turned on. Then his sight was greeted by a familiar white haired person.
"Oh... you."
Who was she? ... Someone who had helped out lug around a few bodies and... well, later gave an ass kicking. Speaking of which, he noticed her arm at the corner of his eye.... hnnh, the damage had been done - but maybe he went a little overboard? He took her name down from his memory. Names worth mentioning were always remembered.
"Uh, Kasumi? ... how's the arm? Right. Sorry, what can I do for you?"
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Post by Kasumi on Mar 10, 2007 1:11:05 GMT -8
"I don't remember much but my arm is fine.." She said, making a simple gesture with her good arm toward the injured one. It didn't seem like the wounded arm caused her much pain but when she moved to shrug her shoulders she gave a subtle wince.
Whatever he did, he surely did a good fucking job of it that much was for sure. Sighing a bit as the free and un-damaged arm rose up and ran through her hair ever so slowly, an eyebrow quirking upwards
"I want a sword..."
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Post by Karel on Mar 10, 2007 1:25:11 GMT -8
Sword, huh...
She was lucky that he himself was intent on making a sword... he simply lacked the money to go and do so. Shame, really... he had been doing a restoration for a suit of samurai armour at the local museum. Of course it wasn't as good as what he would usually do - but right now his passion for the blade meant he didn't exactly slouch when forging one of these. They always did say that a swordsmith always put their soul into their works... but then, that was overdoing it a little, no?
"... did you have a certain design in mind?"
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