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Post by Comic on Nov 15, 2016 2:41:17 GMT -6
"What do you mean, that's the best you've got in stock?"
Her voice carried down the street that morning, a frustration to the cracking as she let out a growl and stomped off. This was a problem that couldn't be solved easily; Comic had already noticed that some people had access to strong armor and weapons of a much higher grade than anything she could find in the town of beginnings. There had to be a source for it, but none of the NPC shops had anything better than the armor she was wearing.
It was with this that she continued to stop around and pester each vendor, growing more and more fed up with the quality and eventually slinking down onto a bench on the market street. She let her body lay back and head lean over the bench, red hair hiding her eyes for the moment as she tried to figure out the puzzle. She could always walk to Tolbana to check there, but... it was likely also a dead end. Someone around here had to have the answer.
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Farmsalot /// she's having a bad day
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Post by Farmsalot on Nov 15, 2016 13:01:11 GMT -6
It was odd being back in the town of beginnings with his new set of armor equipped. This was still the place where all the newer players hung around, meaning there were plenty of people still in their starter equipment running around. It was sad to see so many people unprepared for what was to come, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He let out a heavy sigh, doing his best to divert his eyes away from such players.
In his efforts to ease his mind, he caught sight of a familiar figure that made themselves comfortable on one of the benches alongside the street. Farms lifted his visor, squinting as he drew closer to make sure it was who he thought it was. It was a little hard with her hair obscuring her face, but it certainly looked like Comic. Iron boots clinked against the paved street as he approached her with a cautious smile. Even if it was her she didn't look like she was in the best of moods. "Comic?" He moved to set himself down next to her, leaning forward to rest an elbow on his knee while turning to face her. "It's good to see you, but is everything alright?"
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Post by Comic on Nov 17, 2016 20:19:37 GMT -6
She had planned on just sleeping there; she had gotten worked up, and after that welling of frustration and anger inside of her and keeping it bottled up, she felt downbeat and slowed. The hair over her eyes blocked out enough of the false sunlight that it was like covering up with a pillow, warm and as busy as the city she lived in...
Then the clinking of heavier armor pulled up next to her and took a seat. Great. She was listing ways to tell them off - that it was her spot for the moment, waiting on someone, or just the go-to fuck off - when the voice gave it away. She didn't bother moving the hair off of her face, or even moving at all. A moment's quiet and she spoke up.
"Shitty armor," she replied, knuckles rapping the crude plate chest piece strapped to her, "shitty vendors." That was about all he was getting from her at the moment. It hadn't clicked that if this was Farms - who she recognized by voice - that it shouldn't have matched up with the heavy thunking. Last she saw him, he was hardly equipped to play the game... what was he doing now?
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Farmsalot /// she's having a bad day
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Post by Farmsalot on Nov 18, 2016 2:34:15 GMT -6
Expression softened as he confirmed the lounger's identity. That voice was impossible to miss. Placing his plated hands on either side of his helmet he would raise his arms to lift it off, setting it down on his leg and resting an arm on top of it. He wasn't sure if Comic would remember him, at least not from the voice alone. So he thought it would be best not to hide his face, just in case she needed the reminder.
"Armor, huh?" He laughed slightly at the conundrum, the solution immediately being decided in his mind. Of course he would make Comic what she needed. She was the one who taught him how combat worked and helped him through the first actually challenging quest he encountered. Maybe it was just because he was so inexperienced at the time, but he still looked up to her. "I haven't looked too much at the vendors around here. I've browsed, but I don't like to compare wares."
He leaned back against the bench, turning his head to look at Comic with an excited smile. Part of him wanted to drag her along a bit, just to build the anticipation before making the offer. But the more he thought about it the more he realized people like her didn't like to be kept waiting. "I've been working as an armor smith, you know." A hand moved to knock on the iron helmet that sat in his lap, emitting the distinct sound of metal on metal. "I made this set myself, in fact. If you like I could make something for you as well. All I would need are the materials."
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Post by Comic on Dec 5, 2016 18:46:17 GMT -6
He certainly was all suited up like a sardine in a tin can. It was better than the skivvies they gave you at creation, that was for sure. He looked like he could take a hit now; a solid piece of craftsmanship. As he first went on she kept one eye on him, listening. He didn't stress her out, at least; he never seemed to want anything, at least from her, and so she never had to flip him the bird. He accepted this as it was, which was more than enough for her.
Then he mentioned being an armor smith, and she cocked her head up, eyebrow curling in curiosity. People had gotten the hang of player-made items? That was... handy. She didn't think it was even possible until later floors; maybe she was mistaken. She didn't pay any attention to it during the beta. Store-bought equipment had been more than enough during those times.
"Huh. You made that?" She leaned over slightly and knocked on his chest twice, knock knock, to hear the sound it made. Seemed like good material, good make. Comic didn't have any of those appraisal-style skills, so she couldn't be more sure than that.
"I can provide... yeah, enough." She had a store of goodies on hand from mobs and quest rewards. There should have been enough raw materials to make what she needed, or sell to buy the missing components.
"How's it work?" She meant player-crafting, but never specified. Didn't see a point. She was markedly more interested now, though, than before.
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Farmsalot /// late af post
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Post by Farmsalot on Dec 6, 2016 0:55:58 GMT -6
There was a tinge of hesitance on his face as she looked toward him. The look on her face made him uneasy, the sudden realization that his work may not meet her standards having crept up on him. The feeling intensified as she leaned in and knocked on his chestplate, a light tint of red appearing on his face as she did so. He grew still and held his breath, waiting to hear what she had to say about it. Never did it occur to him that an appraisal skill would be required to properly judge his craftsmanship.
He took a deep breath as she brought up materials, signalling that she would be willing to let him make something for her. It felt bad to even ask for materials in the first place, but if he did everything out of his own pocket he wouldn't be able to help nearly as many people. At least she already had the materials, so it wouldn't be too big of an issue. "You already have the materials? That simplifies things quite a bit. I could get started on something as soon as you like if that's the case."
There was a pause, brows furrowing for a moment as he apparently struggled to connect her words with a subject. After a moment of silent eye contact the connection struck him, causing him to shake his head at how obvious it was. "Crafting, yes. I'm sorry I..." He looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning back to Comic. "It's simple really. I take the materials to the forge and strike them with a hammer until equipment is made. But before that there is a lot of customization that could be done. It doesn't seem to influence that stats at all, but I could make it look just about however you like. Even give it a special name." He wasn't sure how much she cared for aesthetics. Typically when it came to women he assumed they found looked to be as important as practicality, but Comic was hardly what he expected from any woman. "Do you have any ideas?"
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