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misclassed) wrote in synnet2025-05-12 07:23 am
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un: forgery; (posted 5-10).
This is Muramasa.
Just before we left last month, I was given leave to keep a smithy on the premises of the base in Kyoto. It's functional now, so the lot of you using blades from our employer need to come have a proper edge put on them. Don't dawdle: you're embarrassing me, walking around like that as it is with those things. Same goes for those of you with personal blades that need upkeep.
[ now, time for the announcement of the grand opening of peepaw's sword emporium. Sort of. ]
Now, if you just want a proper blade of your own for our work here, and I've got a finished one on hand, you can have it if you pay me back for those materials. (Don't do anything stupid with it — they're swords, not toys.) Or, if katana ain't your style and you want something special, or you'd like a matching set, I can do that too. I'll have to test ya so I can see what suits you, plus I'll be charging you for materials and time away from my own work, but it's a properly forged sword made by a master, and you can't beat that price these days.
[ nobody would be so shifty as to start selling those swords on an underground, black market, right? definitely not. ]
And before I forget—Kuzunoha, Laios. You two come see me at the smithy when you're free, regarding the work we talked about before.
[ He already talked to you boys about blades, so you're exempt from this decree about payment... but only once.
And lastly, but most importantly: ]
... Tsurumaru-dono, please feel free to come visit as well. I'd like to see how you're holding up, now that there's a proper forge to work in.
Just before we left last month, I was given leave to keep a smithy on the premises of the base in Kyoto. It's functional now, so the lot of you using blades from our employer need to come have a proper edge put on them. Don't dawdle: you're embarrassing me, walking around like that as it is with those things. Same goes for those of you with personal blades that need upkeep.
[ now, time for the announcement of the grand opening of peepaw's sword emporium. Sort of. ]
Now, if you just want a proper blade of your own for our work here, and I've got a finished one on hand, you can have it if you pay me back for those materials. (Don't do anything stupid with it — they're swords, not toys.) Or, if katana ain't your style and you want something special, or you'd like a matching set, I can do that too. I'll have to test ya so I can see what suits you, plus I'll be charging you for materials and time away from my own work, but it's a properly forged sword made by a master, and you can't beat that price these days.
[ nobody would be so shifty as to start selling those swords on an underground, black market, right? definitely not. ]
And before I forget—Kuzunoha, Laios. You two come see me at the smithy when you're free, regarding the work we talked about before.
[ He already talked to you boys about blades, so you're exempt from this decree about payment... but only once.
And lastly, but most importantly: ]
... Tsurumaru-dono, please feel free to come visit as well. I'd like to see how you're holding up, now that there's a proper forge to work in.
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Muramasa is at the anvil, a glowing billet of metal clasped securely in a pair of tongs. Each pound of his hammer sends sparks flying as he works an invisible impurity out of the metal, the small pool of water on the anvil that exploding into steam with each strike. Unlike before, when they'd been working on repairs, Muramasa's presence fills the whole space. He's in his element, working metal instead of wood, the world's pulse feeding magical power into his smithy and his contract from Rin keeping his reserves at full strength. This is how Senji Muramasa is supposed to exist, hard at work with the raging heat of a forge beside him and a bloom of metal in hand.
It certainly feels better than the last encounter, though Muramasa doesn't hold anything against Raidou — he'd felt it too, hadn't he? The spike of fear when he'd looked the kaiju in the eyes. It's all water under the bridge, flowing on with the past. He doesn't hold onto it.
Instead, he's just glad he gets to coerce Raidou into sitting still, for at least a little while. ]
I was hoping you'd stop by — go take a seat, I'll be done in a minute.
[ Past him, a short step leads up into the main room of the building attached to Muramasa's forge; it is mostly bare, save for a low table for mealtimes. The doors on the opposite side are open, pulling a cool breeze into the building, and Aventurine's cats lounge in the sunlight that creeps onto the veranda, a puddle of black fur.
(The God Emperor himself is out of sight in the bedroom, and will likely stay there for the afternoon.) ]
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When Muramasa finally emerges from the back, he'll find Raidou seated at the table. His sword his paid next to him, as he's pulling out some bento boxes from his backpack. One for him, one for Muramasa, and a couple of larger ones.]
Good afternoon. I brought lunch, if you don't mind. Ah. These are for Aventurine-san. For... whenever he'd like them.
[He slides the two larger boxes across the table.]