Forged by Fire

Gray Schmidt 4500 G { Citizen of the Pelago Islands } *Disclaimer: I have no idea about blacksmithing. Don't expect accuracy kthnx*

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Buying Friends || Mist & Gray

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mistresstrupin:

Mist had been surprised by her description- ‘Not going to be into you’. She hadn’t signed up with it. It was almost kind of offensive. All things considered, however, it was ultimately pretty truthful. Mist didn’t sign up for some stranger to sweep her off her feet- although, she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to such a thing. No, in truth, she had signed up because the idea of being bid on sounded fun, and maybe she would get a free meal out of the deal. Oh, and she hoped her date would have fun too, she wasn’t selfish. 

The man had agreed to come to her apartment, which- Maybe some people would be embarrassed to admit that they lived at the Shade Apartments. Mist wasn’t one of those people. Of course, hopefully, this Gray fellow wouldn’t be some sort of stalker. She wondered if she could trade apartments with anyone, if that was the case. She wasn’t sure her budget would allow her to move to the Ocarina apartments, either. Maybe she could find a roommate.

Mist was torn from her not-really-all-that-serious musing as she heard the knock at her door. She was wearing her normal clothes, but she had taken extra effort to make sure sure looked presentable. She had brushed her hair a bit more than normal, and had put on chapstick the last few days, and wore some light lip gloss to make sure her lips were aesthetically pleasing- not that she planned on using them for much other than talking and eating. 

She opened the door, taking a look at the man. “Hello~” she greeted. “You must be… my prince charming!” she joked with a straight-faced smile.

The door opened revealing a woman with long, pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Gray was ready to compliment her appearance--that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?--but her comment made him falter. 

“You’re--” he wasn’t sure if she was being serious. Goddess, he hoped not. He let a nervous and awkward chuckle, “Heh, funny.” He was beginning to doubt this whole thing. On paper it sounded like a good idea, but now he wasn’t all that sure. 

It wasn’t until a moment later he remembered what he was originally going to tell her, “Um, you look nice.” Actually, he felt a bit too dressed up between the two of them. Maybe he should have stuck with his jeans. 

“I thought we could start with the movie first,” Gray said. That way they could at least one thing in common and talk about during dinner after. At the very least.

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Sheltered || Gray & Maerwen

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ladyshadowland:

“Gray,

You misunderstand me. I do not know magic; I merely feel it. Do you not? That is incredibly strange to me. Do you not feel the rain? The wind? What else do you miss? Is this how all humans are? I assume you are human, at least.

No, I meant nine hundred and seventy-seven years old. One should never be lazy and resort to writing numbers in shorthand - that was what I was taught. Perhaps they were a vampire, but we do not have many of those around my homeland.

My debt is my own. You do not own it, and it is rude to question where it came from.

You will find that I smell roses quite frequently. I own a flower shop. If I did not work, I would in fact not smell the roses, thus negating your statement.

Sincerely,

Maerwen

P.S. As I went to seal the envelope, I realized I gave you very little to write back to me about in response. What is your favorite thing that you have ever forged at your smithy?

P.P.S. Please do not address me as Miss Maerwen. Just Maerwen will do.”

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Hand forged tools from Aaron Cergol

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Smell You Later || Klaus & Gray

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dandywolfe:

Klaus Darcy Fitzgerald had always been quite the inventor. A man with a plan, with ideas that deemed too daring or different–( if only he could apply that enthusiasm and fervor in other departments.)So when he had been up late in the evening the night before, thinking about the idea of making something to have for his potential perfumery business in the future, the very next day he eagerly set off to see a blacksmith. Anyone would do. And when he had reached the nearest destination, this old wolf eagerly opened the door to much welcomed warmth and heat. (However, he realized at some point he might need to remove his coat. Because it was too hot. Hot damn. ) Klaus watches a man on the other end of the room finish doing his task, for the man himself was patient.

Upon reaching closer to Klaus, it occurs to him that this man is quite handsome himself. Hm. ( It never hurts to appreciate the beauty in others.) Finally, he speaks in kind with a slight formal bow. “Ah yes! Hello! How do you do?” Pleasantries aside, he cuts to the chase after the man is done. “ I was curious if you guys do custom orders?”

‘Ah, small talk,’ Gray thought to himself and willing himself not to roll his eyes. It was bad for customer service. Instead Gray waited for the man to get to the point of his visit. Obviously he wanted something otherwise he wouldn’t have come inside. 

Gray nodded at the question, “Yeah, but the cost will change depending on what it is.” Nor was there really a scale to be all that honest. It was more up to each blacksmith’s discretion what he or she thought was worth their time, effort, and quality of the finished product. 

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, wondering if this conversation was worth him taking off his gloves or not. 

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This suffering|| Open

There were a few things that made Vivian happy, one was fugue mushrooms. They are simply the best, without a doubt. Another thing she loved were blackberries– they were delicious– (also with pumpkin pies, mmm~) but there was something liberating and exhilarating about the act of flight. It felt nice. Arcadia looked beautiful in the distance, it was actually quite the sight to behold above the ocean and in all it’s lush,green, glory. This witch had heard of this place in passing before, on pirate ships and old wives tales on different lands. (Maybe even visited it once or twice, but she’s been nearly all over the place for so long.) There was a reason why she came here, however. For it seemed to appear that magic was…inevitably fading. It worried this woman, but perhaps heading here might bring her some answers and more insight.  Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the witch off balance.

“ ! ! ! ! ! ! ! “ Which caused the woman to tumble down into the land of Arcadia, in a nondescript place where the witch has no clue to where in the goddamned place she is! Crashing into her wares and pretty much wrecking her broom, the woman notices that something is really wrong. Like really, really, wrong.  Perhaps she drained herself of too much magic that she transformed into a frog. “Ri…ribbit?”

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There was a still silence that clung to the air like the cold clung to Gray’s skin. He shoved his fists deeper into his jacket’s pockets. The only sounds he could hear were his own breath coming out in wisps and the crunch of snow beneath his boots. 

The stillness was promptly interrupted by a large number of snapped branches and a distinct THUD! Gray stopped in his tracks, his head craning towards the commotion. He stared for a moment debating if he should check it out or be on his merry way. After all it didn’t sound like anyone was in trouble. But that didn’t mean they weren’t in need of help. 

Gray changed his path towards the forest and looked for snapped branches or signs of a scuffle. He couldn’t be sure of what transpired in the woods, but kept his guard up. However, the last thing he expected was a large pink frog in the middle of the snow. 

He locked eyes with the frog--at least he thought so he couldn’t really tell--and heard it croak. Gray surmised he must’ve been more tired than originally thought since he could have sworn the ribbit sound like a question. 

“Uh... okay,” he said, wondering just how weird was Arcadia? Was this frog indigenous to the island? He looked around for any sign of anyone else, but came up empty handed. 

He looked at the frog once more, “You didn’t see anyone in distress, have you?” Of course he was mostly talking to himself. But it was such a peculiar sight he wondered if anyone would believe him if he said anything.

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Buying Friends || Mist & Gray

@mistresstrupin

Gray bid on a date because 1) it was a fundraiser to help environment and 2) he needed to meet more people. Of course, he told himself it was to network for his business, but if he was being really honest he was just lonely. And too dumb to figure out how to get friends without paying for their time. 

He received his mystery date’s contact information from the announcer at the auction: Volunteer AA—actual name Mist—with the description “they’re not going to be into you.” Gray was hoping for exactly that. He wasn’t interested in anything romantic. In fact the thought of him doing anything really romantic with a complete stranger made him uneasy. Hopefully this person wasn’t hoping to find Mr. Perfect through the event. 

Gray reached out to Mist about when they’d meet up, settling on a couple days after the auction was held. It gave Gray plenty of time to overthink the whole situation. Constant questions ran through his mind. 

Had he met this person before? What were they expecting out of the date? Would they want it to be a date-date? How would he tell them he had no interest in such a thing? Would they be devastated about it? 

None of these questions had answers and only brought on more questions. All the way to Mist’s door in fact. He stood in front of it for a minute, working up the courage to silence all his worries. Running a hand over his slicked backed hair, he felt particularly naked without one of his signature hats on. Instead of his usual attire of jeans and flannel--or, heck, his jumpsuit he wore for work--he thought it better to make a good impression by donning some slacks and a button up shirt. The only ones he owned. The shirt had a couple wrinkles in it since he didn’t own an iron, but he tried to smooth them out before heaving a sigh and knocking on Mist’s apartment door. 

Here’s to hoping for the best, he thought as he put on a smile he hoped would be seen as amicable. 

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Man for Hire || Open to Multiple

Date: 1-18-18

Location: Leuda (& Arcadia if you pay travel expenses) 

Number of People: Myself, Gray Schmidt 

Price: Negotiable 

Details: Have odd jobs that need done? I can do them. Heavy lifting, metalwork, misc. house/apartment maintenance, or even the odd shift at businesses if needed. Fast learner and acceptable work guaranteed. 

Contact: Please text or phone all inquiries at xxx-xxx-xxxx. 

I have the right to refuse any job.

[thepelagoislands]

Blind Date Auction --- Directly outside of the Leuda Explorer's Guild stood a small stage. Instead of there being a cleared stage, this time, one small podium stood in the center. Sitting behind it, slouched over the podium with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a small piece of paper in another...

Reblog if you participated in the Blind Date Auction

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Expenses

-1,000 G spent on Volunteer AA (Mist) 

Balance

Previous: 5,500 G Current: 4,500 G

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Activity Check 1/6 Passed

Income: 

[+1,500G] For your first (main) job.  [+500G] For updating your Biography / Diary pages. [+500G] For updating your info in the Character Information doc.

Expenses: 

[-1,000G] For living in the Mire Apartments.

Balance: 

Previous Balance: 4,000 G Current Balance: 5,500 G

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Seraph Sighted || Sharron & Gray

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-1,000G for Trip to Arcadia

The weekend usually signified rest and recuperation to most, but not for Gray. He took the opportunity to secure passage across the sea to Arcadia in an attempt to gain an edge on his craft. He didn’t know much about the island, but figured no better place to start than the locals. 

Gray spent most of the morning wandering around the port, taking in the scenery. It was a much different atmosphere than Leuda. It reminded Gray of home--the small village he’d left behind. While he looked around Gray knew instantly he liked this island better. Most people seemed laid back and less high strung. Leuda was like a city in island form. A constant headache. 

While he was getting his bearings and scoping out the land there was a smart smack against his leg. He looked down to see a cane strike him. Annoyance furrowed his brow as he turned to give the person a piece of his mind--but all thoughts left his head. 

His mouth hung agape as he stared at the woman before him. She was still taller than him and still as beautiful as he remembered from that fateful night. But, what was an angel doing here? In broad daylight? Holding a cane? 

“Y-you--?” was all Gray could get out as he gawked at the angel from his past. 

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Sheltered || Gray & Maerwen

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ladyshadowland:

“Gray,

Your name is a misnomer. You should be the son of someone named Gray. Therefore I will continue to call you Gray, not Grayson, as that would confuse me if I was to ever learn your true father’s name.

I am from a land far in the distance that has few people left in it to name it anymore. I would not trouble myself with it, if I were you.

Magic, however, I know well. Living on Leuda, I miss it far too much. Nothing grows here in the way that it should. I have dreams sometimes of home regarding it. Though I lived in a harsh, arid climate, there was more life in one piece of dirt there than the whole of Leuda. I imagine that to you it would feel as you do, being so close to the furnace of Steel Edge - it bleeds over you like the licking flames and dripping sweat, until you feel bereft once you move away from the heat. And then nothing but the cold chill remains.

I have lived on Leuda for half a year’s time now. I returned to fulfill a life debt.

The oldest person I ever knew was nine hundred and seventy-seven years old, so I believe that would be slightly older than your Saibara. I wish him a long and healthy life.

I always work. When I do not work, I sleep. That is a silly question.

Cordially,

Maerwen”

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Sheltered || Gray & Maerwen

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“Hello,

I am your pen pal. My name is Maerwen. You must forgive me if this letter is stiff. I am unaware of how most letters between pen pals go. We do not have those where I live.

The introductory packet suggested that I introduce myself, so I will do that. I live on Leuda. I work as a maid, a florist, and a manager at the local maid cafe. I am 130 years old for the next twenty-seven days. I am the oldest of anyone I have met so far on these islands, as far as I am aware. It is a very peculiar place.

Write back at your own convenience. I work quite often and have little time for responding to letters, but I will try my best if you give me something interesting to respond to.

Cordially,

Maerwen”

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Smell You Later || Klaus & Gray

@dandywolfe​

The air was the blacksmith could be compared to a summer’s day next to the forge. Gray worked comfortably in the heat, hammering at the metal that in time would be become a sword. Smithing truly was an art craft and he didn’t care for anyone who thought otherwise. Being able to take something and bend it and mold it into something completely new was nothing short of magic to him. He only wished he was better at it. 

Thus he continued to work into the late hours and picking up any extra shifts and projects he could. From fancy silverware to tools of protection he was willing to create.  

Gray was so focused on his current project--the repetitive hammering could really let the mind wander as his grandfather would constantly berate him for--that the only indication he had of a customer was from the cold chill breezing through the room for a moment. 

He looked up from his work to see a man about the same height, only he had dark hair and far nicer clothes. ‘Never divide your attention from your work. Multitasking will only net you a poor quality of both tasks.’ Gray could hear Saibara’s voice clearly in his mind as he put the metal he was working aside with his tools, walking around the anvil to approach the customer. 

“Good evening,” Gray said, wiping some sweat from his brow. “How can I help you?” 

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#19

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19. Fireworks

Gray’s favorite season is summer. You’ve got the warm weather, the delicious food like corn on the cob, and the fireworks. Gray would help his grandfather make the fireworks for their small town. 

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12/31/17

I guess this is the time where people reflect on the year and their life choices and make false promises to be better. May as well join in.

I turned 31 last year and I feel even farther from my goals than I ever did. Gramps had his own forge by the time he was my age. Even had an apprentice. Had a reputable name established. I’m just an extra hand at the forge. On top of all that I’m the oldest who works there. My boss is five years my junior. If Gramps heard about that I’d never hear the end of it. 

Maybe this will be my last year in Leuda. Maybe if I raise up enough money I can open a forge in Arcadia. Like that island better anyways. Or maybe I’ll leave the islands all together and travel the mainland a bit. I originally came out here to see if there was anything that could really take my smithing to the next level. 

I heard in Arcadia there’s people who can utilize magic. I wonder if magic is something anyone can do. What if it’s something you could forge? Like enchanted weapons from those fantasy novels? Might be something to look into. I know Gramps would never have fathomed such a thing. Maybe I’ll finally get the damn respect if he sees me create something he never could. 

So there you have it. My false promise for 2018. Let’s see what really happens. 

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5

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5. Broken

High School Memories

There was a sick crack as Gray’s fist collided with the other boy’s mouth. Blood dripped from a couple of his knuckles as the kid’s teeth was stained with his own blood. He rubbed his jaw, spitting some blood out onto the ground. Gasps and whispers surrounded Gray, but he could only hear the boiling of his own blood.

”What the hell?” Another kid asked as he stepped up beside his friend.

”Don’t fucking talk about my family,” Gray said, shoving his clenched fists into his pants. It took all the discipline he had not to cave the guy’s face in and to turn and walk away. He decided it’d be a good idea to skip the rest of the day.

Piece of trash, he thought as he left the grounds.

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One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual