Post by Jaks Flagner on Feb 11, 2015 5:47:40 GMT -8
The morning light was a stark difference from the dark night he had spent packing and moving the things in his old workshop to the old hanger where he parked Red 7 after his successful raids. He had felt it best to move after all there were several perks to living here in Hong Kong: He was closer to his work place, he could coordinate his supplies better, he could finally get some damn sleep instead of flying ll the damn time, and saving the best for last: he lived close to Frides. Only a few city blocks separated the two instead of half the world. Though there was another reason why he had moved here. Once upon a time when Jaks and Frides had visited Nameless in the name of scientific research, something happened to him that he couldn't quite explain. A book he had opened had imprinted it's knowledge on him in a most unpleasant fashion. The words still lingered around the edges of his eyes but they could be ignored for the most part, it was the dreams that struck him the most. They were always glaringly clear images of a man sitting in front of a grand forge swinging a mighty hammer forging the greatest of weapons and armor the like of which gods would likely wear. Jaks had only recently tried to smith things in this manner. No matter what he tried to make it would always start out rocky, but he would always know what to do. The second time he tried to craft something it had been like he ha been doing it all his life. This wasn't a bad thing yet, but it certainly would be worrisome to Frides so he hid the dreams and attributed his successes to close reading. Soon the small little furnace he had built no longer suited him, he had to have a proper forge.
That is what contributed to him buying a closed down shop by his new work shop, construct his very own forge and open his own smithy. Guns, swords, armor, and every other standard weapon available, plus some of his other constructs; they all stood waiting inside for when he first opened his shop. So there he stood out in front of his shop and he turned over the card that declared him open. Today was special in that anyone who made a purchase over a certain amount got 10 free throwing stars. He had hoped it would drum up business, and it most likely would had it not been 5 in the morning. He just couldn't sleep, he was too nervous and excited. So Jaks retreated into his shop to await the arrival of customers. The shop was a nice little number in that the floor was made of square stone blocks that was separated by groves, which He had filled with bronze in case someone had tried to rob him, but it added a look of intrigue to the place. The ceiling was covered tin roofing tiles that were held in place by 4 steel support beams connected to the walls. From the ceiling hung several yellow lights that cast an atmosphere of age to the entire place. The counter ran around the back half of the store's wall, with display cabinets that displayed wicked sharp blades and master crafted guns. There was a small door in the very back right that led to his forge and workshop where he crafted these weapons. Though for now Jaks sat in a foldable metal chair behind his counter and waited
That is what contributed to him buying a closed down shop by his new work shop, construct his very own forge and open his own smithy. Guns, swords, armor, and every other standard weapon available, plus some of his other constructs; they all stood waiting inside for when he first opened his shop. So there he stood out in front of his shop and he turned over the card that declared him open. Today was special in that anyone who made a purchase over a certain amount got 10 free throwing stars. He had hoped it would drum up business, and it most likely would had it not been 5 in the morning. He just couldn't sleep, he was too nervous and excited. So Jaks retreated into his shop to await the arrival of customers. The shop was a nice little number in that the floor was made of square stone blocks that was separated by groves, which He had filled with bronze in case someone had tried to rob him, but it added a look of intrigue to the place. The ceiling was covered tin roofing tiles that were held in place by 4 steel support beams connected to the walls. From the ceiling hung several yellow lights that cast an atmosphere of age to the entire place. The counter ran around the back half of the store's wall, with display cabinets that displayed wicked sharp blades and master crafted guns. There was a small door in the very back right that led to his forge and workshop where he crafted these weapons. Though for now Jaks sat in a foldable metal chair behind his counter and waited