Repairs & Hiding (Daja & Open)

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From the fight with Jango, his sword had taken a few damaging hits, mostly from his own maneuver. With his black cloak back around his shoulders, he slide into the blacksmith shop, in search of the owner. The white hair cascaded down the black cloth and his silver eyes searched the place in idle contemplation. This was the best Gramen Urbs had to offer and quite frankly, he had seen better. With a grumble, he set his sword down upon the counter and slide the sheath off. Staring down at the fractured blade, he wondered how much it would cost to repair it, if that was even possible. The fracture was deep, deeper than what Raz had expected, he may have to buy an entirely new blade for it, but he'll see when the smith comes around.

"Anyone around or am I gonna have to do this myself," he bellowed the question out as he looked around in an attempt to find the smith. Course, he was looking to see a big burly man that had a gray beard and a few years on his skin. It was perhaps common for it to be a man rather than a woman, so he never really looked for once when entering any smithy. Giving a grumble, he leaned heavily on the counter and awaited someone to assist him, if anyone even would.

[Daja]

Daja looked up she heard footsteps above her as she worked below the store in the underground workshop of her smithy. Sighing she placed the flames on her hands back inside the fire place and dusted her hands on her overalls. Padding over to the ladder she climbed up shoving open the trap door and pulling into the soft light of the store.

Daja moved to the counter her red hair pinned into a pony tail underneath a black head scarf, she wore blue jean overalls that were torn over the knees and covered in soot her pale face was decorated with the same soot that dirtied her outfit. Tugging on her black shirt she pulled her gloves off resting them on the glass "No need to be so impatient Sir." She said moving a strand of red hair behind a pointed ear. "What can I do for you?

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Looking up when a voice entered the air, he noticed the face of a woman and he stood there in soft shock for a few moments. There was confusion on his face as he took in her features and a smirk pressed upon his lips for only a second before he pushed it off. Clearing his throat, he pushed his sword closer to her, "I need this repaired, if you can, try to save the blade, otherwise save the hilt, the sword was my father's and I intend for it to be my first born's," he stated bluntly. There was no reason hiding it, even if he couldn't believe the person before him was a woman, and a rather cute one at that. Though Raziel stayed professional as he smiled softly at her and pulled out a small pouch from his cloak and let the clanging of gold pieces rattle within as it set it on the counter, "And price is no problem."

[Daja]

She stared at the blade then up at him unphased by his first born speech. She ignored his pouch weighing the blade in her hands. "I charge by how much fun I have fixing it. We'll see this looks like it'll be expensive." She said with a soft chide to her voice. The blade was pretty beat up she'd enjoy fixing it alot. There was only one other weapon that looked equally as interesting as this one and it was the bow hanging at the center ceiling of her shop. She'd made it and it was her prized possession. She gripped the hilt and ran her index finger over the blade feeling a thin slice appear on her flesh blood trickling down her hand. "Its nice..." She tried to hide the ungirlish excitement in her voice as she played with the blade, she didn't really care that her fascination for weaponry and all things metal and ungirly turned off some men.

She enjoyed what she did and she couldn't change it. Her eyes were all for the sword before she tore then away from the death stick to stare into the face of her customer. Nice eyes, but he waved he looked arrogant, she usually didn't work for people she didn't think she'd befriend or even remotely like. "I can fix your sword Mr...." She tilted her head she rarely asked names but he had a sword that interested her it was only polite to find out.

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As he watched her handle the blade, he could tell her excitement, even if she didn't show it. It was common for Raz to noticed a few hidden emotions of others, but he would never openly speak about it. By the way she handled the blade though, she clearly knew what she was doing, even if she managed to cut herself on it. He nodded his head slowly at her comment, "Like I said, cost is not a problem for me." When her eyes rose back up to stare at him, he stared back, unphased by her actions. When she spoke again, he smiled faintly, "Thank you, do you know how long it would take to fix it?" he questioned, completely ignoring the fact she wanted his name. For all he knew, he was a wanted man by now or at least would be whenever the kid awoke and spoke about him. Clearly his face was being drawn on posters right now, but he didn't worry about that right now.

Watching her, he perked a brow slowly, "You don't seem to get a lot of customers, is it because you are a female or because its just a slow day?" Or were you just that bad, he thought but would never dare to say it, perhaps because he was being somewhat of a gentleman, which was rare. No girl could hold his tongue like she just did and she didn't even try, but never-the-less, he smiled faintly and awaited his answer while hoping it wouldn't take days to get it fixed.

[Daja]

"Won't take long. I have a few others to finish up so come back tomorrow afternoon." She said softly as she lay the blade against the glass leaning over and resting her chin on her open palms. "I'm the best at what I do, Sir. I'm just so good at what I do I tend to pick and chose my clients. If I don't like you I won't serve you. I'm just that picky." She stated bluntly it was the honest truth. She'd made sure to clip the sir making it as rude as his ignoring her request for his name had been. "Might I asked how your blade got so beat up?" She questioned her green eyes aglow with curiosity as she finally allowed them to be pulled back to wards the wounded b lade and her excitement raw on her face. Her pale lips curled in an eager smile she couldn't wait to get started, she almost wished she could throw the other blades out and just work on this one. At that merry thought she'd subconsciously started a small bounce her feet rising to toe before landing to heel again. She continued her childish antics before finally realizing what her body had been expressing and coming to a halt an embarrassed blush on her face.

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Tomorrow afternoon, he thought and couldn't help but show his displeasure in that statement. He didn't want to stay the night here, not with these the guards searching for him. Even her next statement didn't give him any relief for he would be basically weaponless if they came, but that didn't really bother him at all. Looking up at her, he gave a gentle smirk as an idea began to play through his mind, "Sorry for my past rudeness, I am Raziel and someone with your skill should be picky, for you shouldn't give out your skill to any riff raff that comes in off the trails," he mused softly. Than she began to question him about the blade and he gave a gentle laugh, "Sword fightin'. I can never say no to a good fight and the last one was just too much for the poor thing, which is why I'm here now." Details weren't needed, she didn't need to know that he used it to kill an armadillo or beat up a few guards and a boy. No, that wasn't really needed information. Watching her with careful eyes, he could note the excitement upon her face and now he perked a brow as his voice entered the air, "Is there something wrong?" he questioned her, "You seem distracted whenever you look at my sword." Giving a soft laugh, he raised his left hand and rubbed the back of his head, his white locks molding around his gloved hand. A soft wince crossed his face as his arm fell back to his side while his right hand came over and rubbed his left shoulder. The wound was still quite fresh and even with the bandage he had put on it, it would take a few days to fully heal.

Focusing his eyes on her, he smiled while his hands slipped into his cloak, "So, do you know a good place to stay while I wait for my blade to be fixed? Cause I don't really live here," he laughed. Course he was willing to go outside of town and make a camp, but he wanted to see what she would say and possibly what she would offer to him.

[Daja]

She tilted her head at his kindness them returned it with a pleasant smile. "Pleasure to meet you Raziel, my names Daja and your right I do reserve the right to serve those worthy of my skill and nothing more. Since I'm so picky you should feel complimented." She said with a confident smirk as she chuckled softly letting her eyes wonder."Theres nothing wrong...I already told you didn't I? I'm just so eager to get to work on your fine...piece...of...work...here." She said spacing the words to match each long stroke of her hand against the metal.

As he questioned her on a place to stay a look of thoughtfulness crossed her features for a moment her hands absent mindedly gliding over the blade. "I honestly can't think of any other place but here. I don't mind letting you stay with me upstairs until your blades done, it'll encourage me to work faster." She shifted her bright green eyes back to look into his own eyes. "Unless you have a problem with that then I'm sure money is no problem for you." She stated gazing back down to the blade a faint blush making its way back to her cheeks, such a destruction worthy wound in the blade. Other smiths would have carelessly throne such a gem away but Daja wouldn't she'd worked on hopeless blades before and made them come out as if they'd just been created. It helped that she could mold fire. She looked up at him awaiting his answer to her offer.

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Listening to her soft rant to what he already knew from pure logic, but he wouldn't stop her, there was little reason to. Hearing the door open, Raziel's head slowly turned to stare at the customer that wandered in than he tore his gaze from him. He had little reason to fear, but plenty of reason to have concern for this new customer, what if he was an off duty guard? Shaking his head slowly, his eyes rested back upon Daja, certainly an interesting name at best. It was perhaps odd how she handled his blade, as if it were a long lost lover that went off to war. Clearly she would take care of it, but it was just different, most smith's wouldn't give two shits about the blade, only the gold given to repair it.

Watching her in her idle thoughts, his eyes wandered back to wards the new customer that seemed to be looking around at the displayed weapons. Yet there was something odd about this man, the way he moved wasn't like anyone from this town and he seemed to have a few daggers hidden beneath his heavy cloak. Drawing his eyes away from the customer, unsure if it was a man or woman hiding beneath the shadows of the hood, he stared at Daja and gave a faint smile, "That sounds lovely, you do have a guest bedroom than, am I correct?" Honestly, he didn't care, but he wasn't going to sleep in the same bed as Daja, perhaps to uphold some random drow honor, he didn't know, nor did he care.

[Daja]

Daja shifted her eyes over to the customer slipping her hands under the glass counter to a hidden compartment that hid her own sword crafted from flattened and sharpened emerald, she left the draw open so that she could get to it quickly if need be. She looked back over to Raz "I wouldn't be offering if I didn't have some place comfortable for you to stay." She said somewhat haughtily as she looked over to the customer once more before turning away and digging through a huge trunk and pulling out a sheath. "This should fit it... Unless you want to give me your sheath aswell." She said looking over her shoulder at him a pleasant smile on her face.

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Listening to Daja's words, he nodded softly while his eyes looked over at the customer again. Something odd did seem to fill him about this person, almost as if they were here for a purpose and nothing that would be good for Raz. Shifting his gaze back to Daja, he removed his sheath from his belt and set it down. The ebony of the sheath was smooth as the rock rested neatly upon the glass counter. "Just make sure not to let it touch anything magical," he told her, yet left out the reason why, she didn't need to know why. Ears twitched as something fell and the customer seemed to stumble with one of the items on display. Looking over, he stared at the person, noticing the face beneath and he could tell it was a guy, one he thought to be dead.

Drawing his eyes away, he stared at Daja and let his eyes roll down her arm to notice she was ready for anything too. Clearly she wasn't expecting anyone to show up, which meant only one of two things. Sliding his hand into his cloak, he smiled at Daja, "Thank you for all your help too," he stated softly as he bowed his head. Beginning to turn around, the man made his move as he approached Raziel and drew a sword, "You're a dead man now," the man shouted. As the sword was raised, Raz turned and raised his left hand, catching the man's wrist while his right hand plunged a dagger into the man's heart, "If only I was that easy to kill."

[Daja]

Daja watched him her chin resting on her palms, she tilted her head as the man fell away from Raz to crumple dead to the floor. "Impressive." Her voice only sounding mildly impressed as she smirked lifting her knee and closing the draw. "I'll clean it up." She stated softly jumping the counter and dragging the body through the swing door before kicking the body of the man down the trap door into the workshop. Dusting her hands off and wiping the minuscule amount of blood onto her overalls she looked over to him again "Troublesome customers get to be fuel." She said demoniacally watching him before her cheek twitched and she started laughing, of course she'd been joking, or had she?

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Sliding his blade out of the man, he fell with pure ease and Raziel slide the dagger back into its sheath. He had no remorse for the blood shed or the fact he killed a man. Certainly not an innocent man, but either way he didn't care. Looking over at Daja, he smiled faintly as he simply let her clean up the body, but only after he rose his hand above the body. Closing his eyes, a flash of green erupted from the body along with a short scream. The green light vanished into Raziel's hand and he smiled maliciously as his hand dropped. Pulling out a small glass vial, he rested his finger over the top and the green glow flowed into the vial only for Raz to pull the vial off. "Have fun," he mused coldly to the vial as he set it within his pockets once more.

Turning his attention to Daja, he smiled and leaned his hands against the counter, "Alright, so I certainly had my fun with him, now mind showing me to my room so I can get some rest?" he questioned softly, yet not in a demanding way. His eyes watched her and the trap door as he gave a laugh at the fact the body was going to be used for fuel. It was perhaps an easy way of cleaning up the body, the blood however. Pausing in thought, he turned and stared at it. She could easily clean that up, it wouldn't be difficult for her or anyone else even.

[Daja]

Daja smiled faintly and flicked her index finger the blood began to bubble before swiftly turning to red vapor and fading away. She turned slightly and lifted the hinged door she'd moved under all the way up so he wouldn't have to bend. "Here, follow me." She said softly moving down the wall towards a hidden door. Slipping her hand through the crack she flipped up the small knob that would allow the door to swing outward revealing a set a dimly illuminated stairs. She walked up them without waiting to see if he'd follow. Running her hand over her head cloth she slipped it off dragging the ribbon with it so her red hair fell in krimpy waves around her face.

It wasn't to small or too big it was just right for two people to live in. She moved over and leaned against the wall as she waited for him to climb the stairs trusting him not to pocket anything behind the counter while he was alone for however long. She gazed around her apartment at the soft worn looking couch and the scattered arm chairs that looked just as comfy. Daja had installed a fire place right against the wall surrounded by the comfy chairs for that cozy effect. She smiled slightly as her eyes traveled to the small kitchen that held everything that needed to be in a kitchen along with a small table. As for the bathrooms and bedrooms they were in the back.

She slipped out of the straps of her overall getting more comfortable since she'd be taken a minute break before going back to work.