Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

Ihra sighs, relaxing a bit more.
"It does help..."


"...You have guts if you're going to go up to the King of Shadows on my behalf."

 

"Sure pays to be in good relations with the Shadows." Artemis says, relaxed.


"The Guardians and Shadows have an alliance. They don't attack us, we don't attack them." Vexa says.

 

"Or at least have four gods to two..."


"...My point is, I want to return to being just a blacksmith. I want to seem like a blacksmith, because the king'll come and assassinate me if I'm doing anything else, and maybe then he still might. I need him to like me enough to help."

 

"Let's just stay here for a bit..." Artemis says happily.


"I don't see the harm in me saying 'My new blacksmith is half your friend and she means well' to them." Vexa says, shrugging.

 

"Works for me." Ihra sighs, finally loosening up.


Ruby sighs.
"Okay, go for it. If it works, I'll come back and work for you again. If it doesn't, then obviously you won't see me again."

There's a knock at the shop door.

 

Vexa heads back to the front of the shop.

"We're open!" Vexa calls.

 

"I'm here with my sister's demo piece!" Emerald calls.

 

"Come right in, the door's open." Vexa calls.

 

Emerald levitates in with a shining, deep blue shortsword with intricate patterns on the hilt that look hand-carved.
"Here you go, Ruby."
"Thanks, sis. Just want to show my boss what I used to be able to do." Ruby says, taking the blade and waving Emerald off, who vanishes into thin air.

 

"So that's your old work huh?" Vexa asks.

 

"Yeah, an old spare blade someone commissioned before the war. They died before they could collect it." Ruby says, offering it to Vexa. "Made with a hundred and twenty ingots, forged with the heat of three stars."

 

"...How?" Vexa asks, shocked as she takes the blade.

 

The blade is as light as a feather, and the pattern on the hilt seems slightly hypnotic as it is moved around.

"I used to be someone. I want that life again. I don't want to be known for crimes, I want to be known for my hobby."
Pause.
"Test it out against something. You'll see why I insulted guardian weapons on my way in."

 

Vexa takes a shield down from the wall, hitting it with the blade.

 

The shield is cut cleanly with little effort.
"Even gods respected my craft... but that was long ago. Now I'm relying on half of a guardian soul to survive..."
"No offense, Abigail." Ruby thinks.

 

Vexa takes a moment to think, before handing back the sword.

"Watch the shop." Vexa says, serious, heading to the door.

 

"Okay, but where are you going...?" Ruby asks, taking a few steps after her.

 

"To get you your old life back as a legendary blacksmith. Perhaps you could teach me a few things too." Vexa says, heading out of the shop.

 

Ruby waits inside.
"Uh... did I handle that right?" Ruby thinks.

 

"I-I think she's going to find a way to free me!" Abigail says, excited.