Forging ahead

Fire and Water || Georgia & Gray

#georgia is so CUTE I JUST ADORE HER #candied peaches #wow this took 2 hours to write bc gray is just. weird.

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“Dammit!” Georgia cursed absentmindedly as her fist clenched, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly in her obvious sense of frustration. “I can’t believe— I mean— Fuck.” Ah yes, quite eloquent of you Georgia.

“Sorry,” She apologized as she sighed in an exhausted manner. “I ain’t mad at you or anything, I beg your pardon if I’m just a hair ‘outta place.” Her hand rose to rest on her hip, knocking the tip of her boot idly against the floor of the blacksmith as she pondered on her next move. What was she supposed to do now? “Of course. I understand, my father should have ordered enough to be begin with. I swear you trust the man to do one thing, and he’s just gotta do somethin’ to make it hard for me.” Georgia continued her rambling, not even noticing the man seemed lost in thought at his notebook, honestly she was just so ticked off at this point.

Though, at the man’s next words, it snapped her from her rant. “Wait, what?” Amber eyes blinked in the sudden comprehension of his words, blinking a couple more times before her mouth dropped open. “Really? I mean, dang that’s a miracle you even have two extra pairs! You don’t mind if I just put down the down payment today?” The southern girl sung in a much more cheerful manner. “That’s real nice of ya Mister, you’d be really saving my hide.”

“I would definitely need to put in that order for the final set, if ya’ don’t mind! That works out perfectly, since the final set’s for a yearling who isn’t quite ready for the shoes anyway.” Georgia couldn’t help herself from explaining, sure she was always quite the talker but there was something about the shyness of the guy that made her want to fill the silence. “Nonetheless, I would love to put down an order for that last set. And would’ya mind putting it under my name rather than my dad’s? I should have just done all the work to begin with.” With a roll of her eyes, she continued. “It’s Georgia Bradshaw, G-E-O-R-G-I-A.”

With supplying all the gold she had on her onto the table between the two of them, another light sigh escaped her. There goes getting lunch. “So I got the original 2,000G, plus what I got on me of 3,500G. So I got 5,500G for ya for now for the original set we ordered plus your two extra sets. Including the order I’m putting down now for that fourth set, how much do I owe ya for the next time I stop by?” Her eyes rose from the gold, to the eyes of the man in front of her, supplying that of a relieved smile. “And do you have a time frame in mind of when I should return for that last set? I know ya’prolly don’t like orders hanging around too long, so I’ll make sure to stop by when they’re ready if you’ve got a date in mind.”

The girl tilted her head to the side as the man continued. “He just does these for fun? Gee, I dunno why that’s such a surprise to me.” She blinked a few more times, looking over the necklace for a lingering moment. “Well, the guys got talent so bid him my praise!” When the man mentioned the jeweler didn’t take requests, but he inquired on the type of jewelry Georgia was looking to purchase, something felt off. Well if he didn’t take requests, wouldn’t the jewelry be just on a first come first serve basis depending on the stock he makes? Why even bother asking her?

Georgia’s brow furrowed for a second, though brushing it off as a sentiment that maybe the man would ask the jeweler and see what he could do. “I’m actually looking for a present for my friend’s birthday. His necklaces are beautiful, honestly I would feel bad stifling his creative process on requestin’ anything too specific.” The thought of Laney’s smile when giving her a gift of this level of quality, well it drove Georgia to her next statement despite her better judgement. “Tell ya what, you make sure your jeweler has a necklace for sale next time I stop by and I’ll buy it for sure.”

“Hypothetically,” she continued, sighing at the thought of how much money she was going to have to come up with. “I know you don’t know how much that necklace would go for, but can ya at least give me a goal to shoot for? Just to make sure I swing by with enough gold the next time I see ya.”

The explosion of anger didn’t even shock Gray- nor did it make him raise a brow in confusion. Working in a blacksmith, he was used to outbursts. Whether from the old man, from him, but rarely customers. Rarely did he hear a customer curse, but it wasn’t like she was cursing at him. For now.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled out. The anger wasn’t an issue, nothing was. The blacksmith understood her outburst, something doesn’t go the proper way then well, you gotta explode if you can’t handle it in. Piercing blue eyes turned away from the auburn haired woman in front of him, trying to look away during her rambling. He wasn’t a talker, he wasn’t a people person- damn it, he was hardly the picture perfect employee.

“Gramps tries to keep some extras in the back, I’ll go get them before you leave or whenever. It isn’t a huge deal.” He quickly said, trying to change the subject. The sooner he could get her out, the better for both. Then again, she’d have to come back sometime... “It’s just simple business. That’s all.” Simple business that had been ingrained into his head since he came to live in Mineral Town. “I’ll write down how many you need- how many was it again? You wanna order any extras so something like - uh- this doesn’t happen next time?” Goddess, that came out harsh, rude even. Even if his tone of voice was so monotone, the wording just seemed... off to Gray.

He opened the small notebook again, writing down the girl- Georgia’s- name in place. “Got it,” he mumbled again as he shut the notebook closed. Yet, even as he wrote, she just kept talking and talking. Man, she was similar to Ann. Expect Ann knew when to stop talking to him so Gray could at least respond, sometimes. Well, about one fifth of the time she did. “I can have it done within a week and a half.” He responded, focusing more on the timeline than the money. Money could be discussed later- plus, it wouldn’t piss the old man off if he didn’t talk about down payment for once. “I can either bring it to you depending how far away you live, or you can pick it up here. Either or- doesn’t matter to me. And,” he continued, “you can just pay me when this new order is finished. I gotta talk to the old man about what he will charge you depending on the material and work.”

There was something weird about having his work praised without someone knowing it was his work. Something just felt uncomfortable to him, kind words coming from a complete stranger and a customer. “Uhhhh....” Gray just blurted out, not knowing how to respond to the chatterbox. Did she just go around telling everyone her life story? “Do you know what your friend likes...?” He shyly asked, this just becoming more and more uncomfortable to him. “Cause if you’re thinking of a present, next time he makes something that your friend may like I can put it on hold for you so you don’t have to, you know. Look around and guess?”

Nice save, Grayson.

“Uh, usually the necklaces go for around 2,000 G. They aren’t that expensive, price is always lower on them since they don’t sell well like the upgrades and stuff like that.” He put his hands in his jeans pockets, keeping them in there to hide any nervous ticks that may come from his hands. His hand still stung, as the poor excuse for a bandage was starting to come undone in the denim pocket. He tried not to show the pain on his face, but his brows furrowed into pain as he maneuvered them around. “If you’re looking for a different type of jewelry, we have some earrings in the back too.”

Fire and Water || Georgia & Gray

#ugh i hate this reply and my brain is foggy #god why is your reply so perfect #georgia is so eloquent while gray is like uhhhh brain hurts #candied peaches

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Oof, boy was this guy a grump.

The redheaded girl couldn’t help herself but try and crack a forced smile as he crossed his arms over himself and merely glared at her like she was wasting his time. Come on Georgia, don’t say anything overtly rude. Just talk about what you need, pay the man, get outta here. Tah dah, done. She batted her weight back and forth on each foot, swinging idly as the man turned his attention to the notebook in front of him.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Georgia stepped forward, closer to the counter and peeked at the notebook he was looking at. It was written in such a hastily written, yet elegant, type of way that it was almost hard to read. The girl tilted her head a great deal to the side, auburn waves of hair flowing like fire while she peered at a messily placed towel held to his hand. She blinked while he continued to look through the notebook, merely nodding and responding a simple ‘yeah’ when he confirmed the name.

His hand was burned. The girl’s brow then furrowed, surprised that the man actually seemed unfazed by it. There was a long pause in her voice, debating on whether she should point it out or not, but then figured the best thing to do would pretend like she never noticed it. If he did burn himself, he definitely wouldn’t want some stranger pointing out the obvious to him.

She perked up to standing upright position when the man mentioned how many that had been ordered. Again, the brow knit in a more frustrated sort of way. Oh you’ve got to be kidding her. “Wait a darn second—Four horse shoes, or four sets of horse shoes.” The girl huffed in annoyance, of course. Of course her dad would do this. It was quite obvious they didn’t just need four horse shoes, they had several horses that needed new shoes. The girl’s hands turned to fists as she cursed under her breath, before sighing openly to release as much of the frustration as she could.

“My space cadet of a father probably told you four without mentioning I need four sets, I actually need sixteen horse shoes.” She was going to give him an earful when she got home, she swore to the Goddess herself. “I highly doubt you have an extra twelve lying around, but if you don’t mind I’d be happy to take the stock you have.” The girl explained in an exhausted tone, before shifting and pulling out a bag of coins from her bag. It was what her dad had given her, she knew 2,000g for sixteen horse shows was way too good of a price. She also pulled out her own wallet, and yet another sigh escape her. And she was back to being broke. “A-At least whatever 3,500g would get me, then I’ll just put in the order for the rest right now.”

When the gruff man had a change of tone, inquiring about the necklace she had been holding, she only shook her head quickly. “Oh no!” Wow that was rude Georgia. “I mean—” She quickly waved both hands in front of herself. “That’s not what I meant, of course I want it. It’s stunning, it’s just so stunning that I know it’s a little far out of my price range for this trip. Especially with the added expense of needing to buy more horse shoes then intended.”

She knew Laney would love it, she thought fondly as her eyes were once again locked on the lovely piece. “Does your jeweler do pieces like this very often? It seems like something they put a lot of time and care in, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was snatched up the moment I step outta here. But I’d love to save up for one for sometime in the future.”

It took Gray a moment to realize that the auburn haired girl had come to stand beside him. He turned his head over, bushy eyebrows raising as her eyes traced the writing inside the notebook. A part of him wanted to slam the notebook shut and tell her to stop, but he didn’t. No idea why he didn’t just slam the notebook in her face- he always did that when Pete came by to annoy him and look over his own notes. But, he left her to keep staring over his shoulder, not minding more than glaring back at her every few seconds.

“Um, only have four horse shoes written down here.” Gray tapped against the notebook to show her. Written under “Grady Smith” in cursive was ‘four horse shoes- a single set’. Blue eyes traced back to the notebook, ignoring the girl’s small outburst as he flipped to another page. “And no, hardly have enough .” That’s why we do orders. So we can don’t have over stock.” He kept the explanation short and sweet; no one needed a whole story of why the Old Man had such a backwards way of thinking.

Saibara’s was the only blacksmith for two towns; Mineral Town and Forget-Me-Not Valley down the hill. They supplied orders for four separate farmers, never mind other animal shops in nearby towns and in Mineral Town itself. For some reason, Saibara only worked on commission to keep the cost of iron and other ore low. The gruff old man rarely kept more than one or two extra adult horse shoes pairs lying around, usually giving those extras to the nearby older man for his own horses.

But Gray looked back up from his notebook, he awkwardly watched as the girl unraveled in front of him. Gray said nothing as he just wanted to sink back into the back room and pretend this whole situation wasn’t happening. He expected the girl would start throwing insults at him, fully expecting to argue back but... instead, when she put the blame on her father’s absentmindedness, he let out a sigh under his breathe.

His eyes turned back down to the notebook, before turning to a page at the back of it. He stared at the inventory list, a frown staying on his face as the girl continued to babble about. “I have two extra pairs.” He said matter of factly. His eyes didn’t move from the page, staying down there (mostly because, he felt so awkward listening to her talk and talk and talk). “I can get you those and if, uh, it’s not enough...” He was being awkward again. Oh great, Gray. You’re going to lose this sale when she realizes what a fool you are. “I can just put it down as a “not paid in full” and you can come back and pay for the rest. And uh, I guess you could put in an order for the last set.” He slammed the notebook shut, stopping right there as the next thing she said took him by surprise.

“Uh...” Gray stammered again. He rubbed the back of his neck, an anxious trait he developed when he was younger. Two thoughts came into his mind: either he could tell her that he was the creator and then deal with her mocking him and saying there was no way someone like him could be that delicate, or he could lie.

“Yeah, our, uh, jeweler takes his time.” Okay, so he went with the lie. Solid one, Gray. “If you really want, you could commission m- him. He doesn’t really take any requests, he just does that for fun and cause he likes it I guess but, uh. Is there a type you really like?” Goddess, it was so weird to talk about himself to someone he didn’t know. But at least, she wouldn’t know.

Fire and Water || Georgia & Gray

#meanwhile laney and kai are planning how to decorate their little home #jk but yea #why is your reply so CUTE #candied peaches

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There was a long wait between Georgia calling hello, a long wait. From the sound of it there was shuffling in the back, so she assumed that they had heard the bell that indicated someone was inside the shop. Or at least the calling of her voice, they had to have heard something right? So Georgia decided to preoccupy herself while she waited to be attended to, her eyes wandering to the glittering of gemstones that sat on a shelf beside the cash register. (Ah yes, shiny things.)

Amber eyes looked over the gemstones that had been artistically crafted into different types of jewelry. The young lady wasn’t one that cared much for pretty rocks, but there was something about the detailing of the metal work that surrounded the stone that attracted her. She lifted a necklace that was decorated in sapphires, she analyzed it with a critiquing eye, and found it to be stunning. Hm … maybe a potential birthday present for Laney. The quality of it made her think that the price of the thing is at least two or three paychecks, but with something to strive for she figured it would be a good idea.

When the gruff sounding voice was the tone to greet her first and foremost, Georgia jumped in surprise, grasping the necklace for dear life in the process. If she would have dropped that, and it would have broken, she would have been in a deep pit of trouble. The girl cleared her throat, still obviously startled, and sat the necklace back down on the shelf. Ha, not today karma. Not today.

Her gaze rose to meet the man, and she simply blinked, surprised by his severe lack of any type of hospitality. “Jeez, you startled me.” She scoffed in a bit of a teasing tone. “Er, sorry to bother you mister. My dad had an order of horse shoes he put in about two weeks ago. I came by hope’n they would be ready for pick up by now. The name should be Grady Miller.”

Gray crossed his arms against his chest; trying to make himself appear more rude and mean than he truly was. People came into the blacksmith all the time for items they didn’t need or wanted to make better, only leaving Gray with an awful headache from the stupidity or rudeness from customers. Or a headache from the constant verbal assaults from his own “loving” grandfather.

Loving, yeah right.

The blacksmith let out a gruff “mhm” in response to the request of the girl. “Probably are.” He answered back with his blue eyes glaring at her. Gray remembered melting metal down into a horse shoe for some customer in a far away town. He wasn’t going to make idle chat with her anyway- why bother talking to someone who was just going to leave?

The quicker he got her out, the quicker he could get back to work and avoid the harsh insults his grandfather would surely throw at him.

Gray moved towards the desk as he pulled out a notebook. Swipping through the pages, he finally spoke more than three words to the girl; “Miller? Right?” He asked for confirmation. His fingers traced the page almost delicately. “How many horse shoes did he put in for the order? I only have four here. If he meant to order more, we have a few extras in the back. They won’t be exactly what your dad ordered, but they’ll last for a long time.” He looked up from the page, glancing at a jewelry in her hands. The jewelry he made.

The apprentice stared at it, wide eyed as his mouth gaped open a bit. Goodbye to the gruff persona; in it’s place was left a shy and awkward newbie. The necklace shined in the dingy light of the blacksmith’s, sapphires almost glowing blue even with the awful lighting (reminder to buy new lightbulbs on the next supermarket run). His mind traced back to how the necklace had taken him a week to create during the few hours of downtime Gray was given- and so far, jewelry work ended up being one of the few things he excelled in at the blacksmith.

“Did you, uh-” he stuttered. “want that necklace as well?”

Fire and Water || Georgia & Gray

#me: throwing up and cannot leave the bathroom for like an hour #you: wHEre'S mY rEpLY #i hate u #almost as much as i hate writing gray being a dick

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Thank the Great Goddess that Laney was here with her. Georgia never really had a good sense of direction, let along being able to find her way around a town she had never been to. After, quite literally, begging Laney for days to travel with her to the nearby residing Mineral Town, the girl finally agreed. She definitely had the best friend around, that was for darned sure.

Though she didn’t want to keep her friend while she ran the errand she had to do, she’d already done her enough of a favor of coming with her. The redheaded young woman encouraged Laney to go off and get into any trouble she could throughout the town— Simply meaning she should go have a look around. Georgia on the other hand, was here for business. Or at least a type of business.

Her father had requested that she make the trek since she was suppose to be picking up several pairs of horse shoes. Apparently her dad had ordered them a while back, came by to pick them up last week and they still weren’t ready. With her father getting into his older years, it was getting much harder for him to travel even just to Konohana, let alone a town completely out of the way such as this.

Being the sweet daughter she was, and eager to get the sights on a different town, Georgia agreed whole heartedly. After waving goodbye to Laney, the girl made her way to her destination.

Once she arrived at the blacksmith, she opened the door as she hummed a merry tune under her breath. Though, once she entered, she was surprised to see that no one was at the counter. Her brow arched in confusion, this was the time they were open right? Of course it was! It was the middle of the day during the week, Georgia herself would be at work right now if it wasn’t for this little detour from her norm. “Uh … hello?” The girl called to the empty shop, perking up when she heard someone working in the back.

“Hello?” She called again, stepping a little farther into the shop. “I’m sorry to be a bother, but is anyone here?”

“Goddess, damn it.”

Gray cursed under his breathe as he stared at his hands. For the third time that week, he burnt himself. At this point of his apprenticeship, the burning pain was made him feel more obnoxious than annoyed. It was just a reminder to himself that he wasn’t good enough to become a full fledge blacksmith, wasn’t good enough for shit.

Gray let out a sigh as he walked to the sink. The cold water would help soothe the burn until he could finish work and patch himself up back up in his room. Maybe Kai and Cliff would get a few drinks with him without asking questions on why his hand was bandage again. Thank the Goddess or whoever that decided today, Saibara would need to go visit the doctor for some old man checkup. That at least meant he could work without being scolded on what he was doing wrong.

The burning had gone down after being under the water for a few minutes so Gray turned the faucet off. He waltzed back to his area, going back to work at melting the iron to make a new farm too. Yet, the scaled hand glared back at him as a reminder. A still red reminder of his mistake. Of how worthless he was. Whatever, he thought to himself. It was his mistake, no one could say shit. Metal hit the melted iron as he continued to work, hitting it onto the perfect spot. Entranced in his own world, he didn’t notice the sound of the bell ringing, signaling a customer had walked into the store. Not until he heard a strange, Southern accent calling out. Gray let out a groan, giving up on his work to walk back to the front of business.

“What do you want?” Gray asked as he grabbed a cloth from the front desk to hide his scaled hand. His eyes glared at the auburn haired mystery girl, annoyed and frustrated. Not from her. At least, not yet.

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gray!!

LOL IM JUST REUSING THIS ACCOUNT TO RP SO IF U ARE FOLLOWING THIS ACCOUNT STILL PLS UNFOLLOW UNLESS U WANNA SEE ME BE A FOOL!!!

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A Pleasant Surprise ♪ [Chelsea & Gray]

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Her eyes twinkled with delight at the fact that he too recognized her, her grin growing wider- if that’s even possible at this point. “That’s right!” Brandy seemed to have caught on her owner’s enthusiasm and grew quite excited herself, her shy demeanor vanishing as she rushed toward him and clambered up his leg.

#casually replies back slowly im so sorry #iM SO LATE IM SO SORRY!!!#and thank you!!! ;o; i love rping with you too!!! its always so much fun to rp with you !!! uvu ilu!!!#also i hope youre doing well and take your time with your replies too!!!#and casually makes this a bit shorter sorry #ball of sunshine #gray is such an asshole sometimes i am so sorry for him

“Well, nice to see you again then. How’s that hammer holding up?” Gray didn’t want to admit that it was nice to see a friendly face on the island. Heck, if he got lost he could ask her where everything was. New town, well more like island, and he definitely had no clue where anything was.

But, when the golden retriever jumped up, he didn’t barge. Didn’t back away from the excited little pup, instead he bent down a little to see the dog closer. “Cute dog. How old is she anyway?” He said, holding out his hand just for her to get his smell. Gray wasn’t going to ask about the friend part though... Yeah, he wasn’t.

“She seems pretty young, so it’s fine. I don’t mind that. ” The redhead replied back, giving her a slight nod of the head.

Looking up back up at the farmer, Gray straighten his back and shrugged his shoulders slightly. Not to be rude or anything, of course (even though it probably came off like that more than anything). “I don’t mind much. If you want to, I have no idea where anything is so yeah.”

Mending the Rift [Gray/Popuri]

“Oh! Like that time we got in so much trouble for playing at the blacksmith’s? Ohhh my gosh Saibara was sooooo mad at us! He yelled at us and then I think we started crying and he felt so bad. Pretty sure we got ice cream after that, though!” The pinkette laughed happily at the memory, wondering how it would be like now. “I think people yell at people worse when they get older. And I don’t think that’s fair, ya know? I mean, we’re still just as sensitive as we were when we were kids deep down. Just bigger!”

At the mention of the clinic, Popuri shook her head. “No I wanna go home! I’ll be fine and I have a plan, okay? So that way you’ll be fine too.” She knew he knew what she meant. It wasn’t like she wanted to just have Gray bring her home and then run away from the fire breathing chicken man that is her older brother.

“Yeah I guess he won’t get too mad. Plus, it’s kinda the truth!” Smiling innocently, she held out her arms and up to Gray. “Okay, let’s go! Don’t drop me like you did that one time! Remember? Pretty sure it was down by the river and I think I was like 6 and we were racing with Ann and she was so far ahead. But you tried to do the cutest thing!! Hehe~” Even if Gray didn’t remember, she still giggled delightedly at yet another memory of their childhood.

#pink chickadee #im not going to stop you lets continue these memories of these two!!#i love them!!#gOSH THEIR FRIENDSHIP IN GENERAL MAKES ME HAPPY!!!

A small chuckle came out as Gray listened to Popuri bring up the past. Everything happened so long ago, but it was amazing how much they still remembered it. “I remember him yelling at us so many times. Half those times we were just being kids, I don’t remember us breaking anything though. How many times did he even yell at us and tell us to get out?” It really did feel like forever ago that this all happened. Now, he was different from when they were kids, lots of them grew up. “Tell that to Gramps.” He scoffed. “But... yeah..Get what you’re talking about. But at the same time, people change Popuri. Sometimes, they aren’t.”

Gray just raised an eyebrow at her, not knowing if he should or shouldn’t just tell her they were going to the clinic anyway. Well, even if he did try to take her to the clinic, she’d probably fight him. “Fine. Whatever this plan is, I hope it doesn’t involve your brother having a heart attack at this. You got everything back to home to take care of everything, right?” Maybe her plan wasn’t going to give Rick a heart attack or yell at them, but he still felt like it.

Nodding, Gray helped her, taking steps slowly. “You do realize this is Rick we’re talking about. And I guess but do you really want to tell him about-” Before he could finish, Gray shot Popuri a look, raising an eyebrow at her. This story was not one he remembered very well. It was, again, so long ago. He just remembered hazy bits of that day. “I remembered Ann won and bragged about it for the next week or so to us, but I don’t remember what exactly I did. Lemme guess though, it had something to involve helping you?” He let out a small chuckle at it, having a feeling that was the “cute” thing she was trying to tell him.

dust to gold || gray & ignis

Obviously the other man wouldn’t understand. What else did he expect from this situation? Rather, how was he going to clean this situation. Instead, Ignis thought rashly and had decided that he was just going to show the blacksmith his true identity. What purpose did it have to hide? None. It was just going to be an annoying pain, so might as well rid the problem before it got any bigger.

“…Nevermind then. Enough with pleasantries.” Ignis had stepped back and within an instant, was engulfed in flames.

“I am the Harvest King. There is nothing I cannot do.” And picked up some of the supposed junk ore, and immediately turned them into diamonds, holding them out to the blacksmith. With the whole show that he had to put up, it was more than enough so that the other could understand. “I was not going to let you waste such a resourceful opportunity.”

#kingxagod #gets shorter and shorter... i am sorry #i find it funny how this one is so short compared to our other thread

What even was this situation?! What was going on?! Gray was getting more and more confused- not angry like he would have been but just confused! A mix of emotions may have been going through the redhead but only if he knew what exactly was going on! Junk ores, a practically useless ore to the blacksmiths business, being turned into a precious gem?!

This was just-

Gray didn’t pay attention to what Ignis said, but he noticed the flames. In an instant, his confusion turned into embarrassment. Embarrassment over possibly being disrespectful in front of the Harvest King.

“Your.... highness?” Gray could feel his face becoming a little hot from the entire situation. Should he address him as that? He wasn’t the most religious man, but still. “I... apologize? For my reply earlier? Uh... Thank you though.” His replies were just becoming questions now, but really, what do you even say to a God? Something not to get him angry? Damn, Gray was stuck with what to say.

ball-of-sunshine1deac

A Pleasant Surprise ♪ [Chelsea & Gray]

Spring was in full bloom, wildflowers shyly peeking out through the long blades of grass and forming colorful patches around the meadows of the islands. It was around midday and Chelsea was uncharacteristically done with all of her chores, leaning against her kitchen counter with a glass of water and a newspaper laid out before her. As she scanned over the headlines, she sensed a pair of doe eyes boring holes through her skull, which forced her lips into a small smirk. Brandy had been moping around for a while, her unusual clinging to the farmer indicated she was extremely bored. So setting her glass down and turning toward the golden retriever, Chelsea decided to end her agony.

“Hey Brandy, how about we go on a-” She started, but that was enough to have the dog perk up and clamber up her owner’s legs, wagging her tail with excitement as she anticipated the next word. Chelsea threw her head back with laughter and knelt down to pet her dog on the head, rubbing the spot behind her ears affectionately. “You really do love walks don’t you~?”

So they ventured to the beach, Brandy’s constant tugging at her lead forcing the laughing farmer along at full speed, grains of sand flying everywhere as they finally made it to their destination. It was beautiful as always, the gentle breeze easing a smile on the farmer’s lips.

After multiple rounds of fetch and running along the shoreline, Chelsea finally unleashed Brandy and let her roam freely around the area, making sure to keep a close eye on her in case she decided to follow a fish into the ocean. When Brandy stopped her occasional barking, Chelsea looked up only to notice that a ship had docked while they were playing around, some of its passengers getting off already. Always glad to meet new people, Chelsea set off to welcome the tourists, and that was when she noticed a familiar UMA hat bearing red head making his way off the plank.

Excited to have recognized someone, she made her way toward the man with brandy close behind, tapping him gently on the shoulder.

“Hello there! It’s lovely to see you again! ♪ Gray, was it~? I’m so glad you came to visit!”

#ball of sunshine #and dont worry about being late!!! its so nice to rp with you again!!#and thank you for writing the starter!!!#and so sorry... this turned out longer please dont feel like you need to make it the same length!!! i just wrote and never stopped im so sor

A break was needed. A small break now was needed now, and thank Goddess Gray was finally able to get the break he dreadfully needed. The issue was where to go? He remembered that there was someone who mentioned an island- Chelsea right? Well, visiting the island would be a nice play to see. Never before had he been to an island. So, it was worth a shot. She spoke about the place with such high regards he has to check it out.

So, there he was. Just standing on a ship, watching the waves hit against the boat. It was... so far pretty relaxing. Taking a deep breathe in, he closed his eyes, taking in the moment. Well, as much as he could until he heard other passengers speak loudly about the land that they could see clearly now.

This happened. Need fixed. [She pushed her hammer, completely bent at a 90 degree angle, towards him] Can you do it? I can find your grandfather and ask him if you can't.

/Looks up from his work at Claire at first, then down at the bent hammer. Raises an eyebrow/ Yeah, I probably can. Doesn’t look…. that hard to fix. /Looks back up at her/ How did you do that?

#clairefully #five years later... finally reply im so sorry for taking forever to answer to this

dust to gold || gray & ignis

Well, this was quite the predicament (not like he couldn’t find a way out of it, that is. He was well confident in his abilities. But for now…). Ignis frowned at the other’s reaction–but it was also directed at himself. He could set things simply and straight that he was the Harvest King and that he was doing some plain good, or he could play along with the whole fiasco. Oh what the heck, it’s not like he was doing much on top of the Mountains anyways.

Of course. It wasn’t like the other was going to believe him anyways. He could assume that the blacksmith was born and raised in the business, a professional who knew every detail about the job like the back of their hand. Who was he to say anything? To the blacksmith, he seemed like any other passer-by. Ignis decided that words were meaningless in this situation, and simply walked over to the pile of junk ores, and held it in his hands.

“Like I said earlier. Not all these ores are junk, as for there are many valuables still within. They just… Need to be revealed…” And to prove his point, Ignis had to use his power. He just needed to… compress the power into a quick flash, so that the other wouldn’t even realize (for it would only seem like he had snapped the ore into two, albeit was already strange). “One’s junk can be another’s treasure.” And handed him the diamond that he had immediately forged from his hands. From what he could decipher, the other was not one of many words. But perhaps this whole strange string of events would cause him to ask a few questions.

#kingxagod #dont apologize for anything!!#but however i am sorry for having a short reply and being quick #also ignis is gr8

This situation was just strange to Gray. No, wait, strange didn’t seem to cover it. Unexpected, maybe? Peculiar? That could be the word to use.

It was just not everyday that someone could discover a rare gem inside of junk ore. He was so certain there was nothing in it..! What if this man was just a customer and had brought the precious gem? It seemed out of place for that bu if he was a customer, then he couldn’t just make an ass of himself! He had to be at least a bit polite... Even if this situation was just odd in a sense.

“..... Okay? I have no idea what you’re... talking abiout.” The apprentice spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Whatever the man meant by this, he would watch but he didn’t know if this was just a ploy or not. As he watched what the man was doing, he squinted his eyes a little at the glimmer of light. Everything was quick, his eyes didn’t catch what even happen until it was too late. Being handed the diamond, Gray stared at it in utter disbelief. He looked back up at the man, still confused at this entire situtation. “How did you-? What did you-? Just... how did you do this?!”

Mending the Rift [Gray/Popuri]

He missed her too? Scarlet eyes opened and she stared up at the ginger, eyes still holding onto a pool of tears in the corners. “Okay!” She agreed, not wanting a repeat of that night ever again. Although she knew it probably was never going to happen, she thought back to the times they had played at kids. They were both so much different back then— well at least he was. The urge to go running through the forests or in the mountains made her feel nostalgic and she giggled softly.

Feeling his hand on her head again, she sniffled and pressed her forehead on his chest and held onto him tighter. “Yeah you yelled and you were really mean— I should tell on you!” Moving her head back, she looked at him and playfully stuck out her tongue. “Just kidding!”

When asked about a tissue, the pinkette suddenly became aware of how shitty she must look right now. “Um, yeah that’d be good. But I.. My legs really hurt and my lip is stinging and—” Popuri released him, letting her hands fall to her sides to swish her skirt a little.

Sheepishly, she glanced up at him with pursed lips, “Could you carry me?” It was a long shot, but maybe he would! “I’m going to need all my energy when I tell Rick about, um…” She gestured to the spilled bags of feed, scrunching her nose in annoyance when she looked at it. “He’s gonna be so mad. I just know it!”

#pink chickadee #neither can i!!!#these two finally made up :')#childhood bffs.... yeeessss #such good friends

Oh thank the Goddess this situation was better. Popuri was better, they had forgiven each other and hopefully now everything would be fixed. He could only give her a small smile (which something he wasn’t used to doing). Letting out a soft sigh, he was glad everything was okay now... He hoped.

“If you’re going to tell on me, might as well make sure it’s someone who’s not going to scold me like when we were kids.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. He never laughed, but this was just bringing back memories of their childhood. Letting go of her, he replied back. “I could tell.”

He looked over Popuri for a second, seeing the injuries, Gray couldn’t help but let out a sigh again. Rick was going to kill him, wasn’t he? “You definitely don’t look the best. Maybe before you go home we should go to the clinic? Get some bandages and get Trent to look at your lip and whatever else is hurting.” Rick would probably have an anxiety attack from seeing all this if he was here, Gray just had that feeling. That, or bite off Gray’s head.

“I’ll help you to the clinic or to the poultry farm. Whichever one you need to.” Gray replied, nodding his head. “You can just tell him you tripped and got hurt, so he won’t be too mad about that... Would he?”

enigmaticcarpenter

… So, you’re grandfather is your teacher in blacksmith… but he’s an ass about it…?

#enigamticcarpenter #I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM SO SORRY #pls..... forgive me....#we should probs wrap this up??? yeah??

/Rubs the back of his neck/ ... Yeah. He’s a tough old man, doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Even mine.

cloricutie

I See Your Point (Beatboxes) - Gray/Clorica

cloricutie

[Looks in the direction that the man is pointing, before nodding and heading to sit down on the chair. Briefly worries that she may fall asleep if she sits down, but they are talking, so she could most likely manage to stay awake] Thank you so much, Sir… ♥

[Nods and lets out a light laugh as the man seems to curious to know more about monsters] I suppose they’d be in your fantasy books! I assure you they really are commonplace where I’m from. I even have two as pets. ♪

#cloricutie #thats bc im lazy at writing and you know it #i like u too #and u know what else i like???#B E A T B O X E S

/He goes back to looking over the spear, as he tries to figure out how exactly to work on the weapon. Begins getting a few tools to work on it that are nearby, nods his head/ No problem. Just sit there until I’m finished.

/Raises an eyebrow/ As pets? Well then.. /Doesn’t know what to say, he quickly says whatever he could/ Glad to see you can easily take care of yourself with this... spear.

Mending the Rift [Gray/Popuri]

Feeling his hand lightly pat her head caused the pinkette to look up at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks and her nose red from the cold. If she didn’t get back inside soon or at least dry off her face, she would probably catch a cold and that wouldn’t be very fun. But hardly any of that mattered when she saw the small smile on her friend’s face.