Resupplying(Open)

[Ashley Smith]

Ashley entered Mill Town, with the hope of that the forge would have silver arrows she could buy, and maybe a sword. She had made two hundred gold coins from her last hunt, a vampire that had been stalking the children of some little town. She wasn't sure how they were able to pay her so much, but that didn't stop her from taking it all the same. She noticed two old men standing outside a tavern, and though they appeared to be human, she was fully aware that appearences can be disceiving. She cautiously approched them, her hand on a silver dagger she kept at her side. "Excuse me. I'm looking for the Forge. Would you know where it is?" She made sure to keep her eyes on both men, unsure what they might do or say.

[Christian Lefroy]

Town life wasn’t made for Alaric. He had to be responsible and slightly amiable. For instance people smiled in the street and even said hello- such a salutation to require a reply. And here he was waking another day to somehow try to survive. Luckily the owner of the forge would be back in less than a month’s time and his duty as a come and go partner of the forge would be reinstated. Through cold water over his face, he noted the sun was soon to rise and it would be best to get to work as soon as possible- the earlier he finished the less people he would be compelled to converse with.

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“Lefroy”[/font] A voice yelled. Oh, what the bloody hell did they want now? He nearly had fixed the roof already… granted he was in fact the one who had… broken the roof. Nonetheless he had little business with this tavern. Jumping down from the roof, the half-starved, scruffy looking man turned the corner to find a very pleasing looking girl standing with the two elder gentlemen. “What ar’ ya two blokes yellin ‘bout now?” His Ulster accent was prominent- extraordinarily thick and at times nearly impossible to understand.

“This lady is looking for the forge.”[/font]

Alaric simply nodded. He noted that she looked rather tense. Already he didn’t like the looks of her- intense, a knife.. probably out here to kill some of his kind, or his friends. Nonetheless if she were a customer he would kindly say absolutely nothing. And honestly, it probably would be nicer of him to not speak. Quickly he began strolling towards the forge, somewhat curious to know how she hadn’t found it. After all there was a large sign that was somewhat legible not to mention a fire, shiny, metal things hanging in the window. Suddenly he realized why he worked there one and off: shiny. But perhaps she ignored the forge because it looked evil and she was one of those people who avoided the sketchy, delinquent crowd. Though that explanation made little sense since the actual owner of the forge was called a good, responsible man- a leader of the town. His next explanation would just have to be the decaying education system. When in doubt blame everything on politics.

He heard the two old men tell the lady to follow him. And in a few more seconds he stepped into the forge, holding the door open for her.

[Ashley Smith]

"Follow that man, and he'll show you where it is." With that, she smiled and politly nodded to the two men, who had gone back to talking to each other, before walking over to catch up with the young man. She could tell he wasn't real happy to be pulled away from what ever he was doing to help her, though she decided not to push the issue for now. When they reached the forge, she thought how the outside looked like an iron castle, though smaller in stature. She turned and nodded at the man, as he held the door open for her, and walked inside. Her eyes quickly fell upon a strange lookinf sword that appeared to be made of a single piece of metal, most likely steel. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Altwaals_weapons.jpg She looked at Christian, then back at the blade, picking it up and holding it with one hand. She was suprised at how light yet durable it felt in her hand. She held the blade in both hands, blade to hilt, looking it over for any nicks or impurfections, but could find none. It was the most beautiful blade she had ever seen in her life. "I'll take this and 100 silver arrows."

[Christian Lefroy]

Alaric watched the lady inspect the sword. It was the only piece in the store which he knew little or nothing about. In fact he was pretty certain the actual owner of the shop hadn’t made it but bought it off of another blacksmith. Still the sword had a price tag on it and was out for display, thus the werewolf imagined that it must be for sale. Then she added in that she needed silver arrow, which naturally was not suspicious at all. Without a word Alaric took the sword and gently slid it into the hilt. The car he took of such a possession demonstrated both his knowledge and interest for such finery. Whoever had created such a piece, Alaric believed to truly be a master at the forge. Delicately he handed it over to the lady and proceeded toward a small table with a locked box on it.

He began writing the bill up on a loose piece of parchment. Finally he spoke, “You realize any of our arrows are less expensive than the silver.” His accent was thick purposely though he refused to look at the customer as he spoke. Silver arrows already gave her a place in his mind. Alaric didn’t have any vampire friends at the moment, but she he, Alaric certainly would not want some insane lady stalking the island with silver arrows. What did the vampires ever do to her anyway? And was she only against vampires? Most people he encountered were against the entire lot of ‘dark creatures’ not just vampires. In which case he really should be carrying one of his swords. “I can’t imagine why you’d need silver.” Alaric mentioned with a sly smirk. Maybe he should add in hi, I’m Christian, Its wonderful to meet you. Don’t you think we could all just be friends.. It wasn’t that he decided better of it, but mocking her in his head would be just as grand as doing so for real, mainly because the potential energy of his remarks had endless bounds, when in reality the kinetic energy would have absorbed all of the potential energy into only one possibility. In short Alaric enjoyed imagining (though his thoughts were far from that of daisies and buttercups).

[Ashley Smith]

“You realize any of our arrows are less expensive than the silver.” She looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, but when it comes to Vampires, there's nothing better, except for sunlight." There was something about this man that she didn't trust, but then she really didn't trust any man, since it seemed that sex was the only constint in their heads. Maybe that's why she prefered the company of other girls, though there have been a few men who have caught her intrest in the past few years. She smiled, as she saw an archery target nearly 50 paces away, pulled out her dagger, hurled it, and hit the bullseye. Her eyes went back to him and her most charming, little girl smile came on her face. The kind of smile that said 'I'd never hurt anyone, I'm just a girl.' That smile had been the end of hearts, humans, and vampires since she turned 16. "Can never be to careful these days, with all them vampires, running around."

[Christian Lefroy]

Ah and then you have the issue that many not weak vampires can sustain themselves in sunlight. So I suppose you never can be too careful.” Alaric went back to select some of his arrows. Unfortunately all of the arrows were of equal quality thus he couldn’t select the bad ones of the bunch. However there was something Alaric did just to sway things a little bit towards his side. Should he? Behind the small counter he turned to take twenty of the arrows on the left rather than those on the right. Those on the left were merely silver- coated. Much like something that is gilded, it is difficult to tell that the steel beneath was not silver as well… no way to tell in fact, well not in that forge.

“by the way- you break or mark anything. You buy it, in case you were wondering about throwing knives into anything more.”

Alaric shortly decided that this lady was evil- she stereotyped and killed vampires simply because they were vampires. She was much like those horrid people in society that said you must live x way.. and if your undead, you’re not our definition of perfect so we’ll just kill ya’ll off. This world was quickly spiraling downward.

“I need a name- anyone that buys such weapons must be recorded should any investigations of certain weapons be required.” The werewolf handed her the weapons “that comes to a total of 328 pounds. “

[Ashley Smith]

Ah and then you have the issue that many not weak vampires can sustain themselves in sunlight. So I suppose you never can be too careful.” She walked over and picked up her knife, still smiling. "True, however those vampire's are usually pure blood and aren't mindless beast, unlike newly turnned corpse that cause all the trouble. They're also more trust worthy, for whatever that's worth." While Ashley didn't care for any vampire, since it had been vampires that attacked her and her family, killing her father, she could stand to work with the purebloods on occation. She sheathed the knife in it's sheath, hoping that he got the 'I can take care of myself' message. “by the way- you break or mark anything. You buy it, in case you were wondering about throwing knives into anything more.” Her brown eyes looked onto his, as she put her elbows on the counter and rested her chin in her hands, wondering if he was itemadated or just didn't like girls. "Really? Well I'll keep that in mind." She picked up one of the arrows and held it in her hand, as something felt off. It weighed more than it should have. “I need a name- anyone that buys such weapons must be recorded should any investigations of certain weapons be required.” "Ashley Smith. Tell me, since when is pure silvier this heavy, Mr....?" She wasn't sure if she should pay him, or jam the arrow through his eye, though she was leaning on the jamming side rather heavily.

[Christian Lefroy]

“Since you came to this forge. Best of Luck finding any other on the island.” Honestly he wasn’t that impressed and he honestly didn’t care in the least for this girl. “So vampire hunting is a violent gene trying to have a socially acceptable outlet? Or are you just a fan of irony in general?” Right now Alaric wished he was a Vampire. What joy he would be having. “Would you like a drink, its nearly my lunch break. I’m afraid I only have type ‘a negative’ and ‘ab’, I personally prefer ‘o positive’ blood but that’s in short supply these days.” The werewolf couldn’t help but look up at her for a second, giving her a quick half smirk/ half smile.

“I could give you some other shiny, gray arrows we have… But give me one reason why I should? With the other arrows you will single out one thing, as you see it, to kill. And then you disrupt the entire ecosystem which throws things off balance and then more people die. On the other hand if you don’t kill anything then you alike shouldn’t die. Of course if you do then you’d be sustaining life and I just could never let that happen.” The sarcasm in his voice was strongly prevalent through his thick accent as he continued, “then of course there is the re-born-again- Christian. In which case it is all out my hands and I must question myself if I do in fact have the right to choose who lives and who dies.” Of course, Alaric could temporarily up the price of the arrows until the opportunity cost of the arrows is too high for this Ashley to buy. In fact he could make them worth more than all the money circulating on the island. Afterall he did originally warn her that silver arrows were more expensive, and that last thing Alaric would want to do would be to lie.

[Ashley Smith]

She looked at him as the light bulb went off in her head. He was far to intellgent to be a freshly turnned vampire, and Purebloods and Damphyers never talk or joke about what they where, considering that they don't like to reveal themselfs to humans. A human would never defend a vampire, not in this day and age, nor would a fairy or elve, who prefer not to assioate with either humans or vampires, so he could pnly be one thing, a werewolf. Though they were seen as no better than cattle to most vampires, some werewolfs had a protective instinct towards them. "So, you have a sense of hummor lycan? Tell me, what would you say if you knew that I sometimes work for purebloods to 'deal with' newly turnned vampires that get out of hand? After all, they don't like it when they cause trouble and draw attention to themselfs. Although she was a vampire hunter, she had seen what happens to a werewolf when they're stuck with a silver arrow. Not a pretty sight. She pulled out a flask, made of pure silver. "No thanks, got my own. Got to love holly water. Would you like some?" She wondered if holy water would have the effect on him as it would a vampire. Even pure bloods couldn't survive once it was in their bodies. A slight smile appeared on her face as she immagined him dying a slow, painful death, before she tossed down the money, took the arrows, and put them in the quiver on her back.

[Christian Lefroy]

This lady was really starting to piss him off. First she walks into the store demanding silver arrows and now she bloody insults him. She called him a lycan! And he most certainly was not. It was basically discrimination- calling someone a paki because of their skin, the like. Luckily being from Northern Ireland, he was rather used to it, or else maybe he could suddenly transom himself into a lycan and go all wolf on her.

“so what makes your water holy? If you believe in a God, didn’t Yahweh create everything thus all water has the same life sustaining qualities which a Christian should appreciate.” Stereotypes did have their advantages however, for instance werewolves are not harmed by religious artifacts. Then Alaric realized that the girl was sticking around- all she had to do was pay him… even if he hadn’t given her purely silver arrows. It was kind of creepy- a girl vampire huntress… just the entire killing thing. Considering most vampires have different weaknesses- some sunlight, some an aversion to things like holy water and the crucifix, and then there is the silver.. but then she would have to keep them dead, which involved either burning the body, spreading the ashes and then burying the head, or just burying the head and body separately (so long as the head and body aren’t together then the undead can’t become re-undead). And Alaric wasn’t really sure he wanted to know much of someone that would go to such extremely horrific and pre-meditated attacks.

Alaric moved over to the forge taking a heated piece of metal from the fire. There was absolutely no point in him waiting for her to give the money and go. With the hot metal on the anvil, his warn arms struck, bending and shaping the metal. Minor sparks flew with each blow from the hammer. After the rough shape of a horse shoe had taken, smaller more precise strikes from the hammer began to perfect it.

[Ashley Smith]

As soon as she saw she had touched a nerve, she had to laughed. To think when she first saw him, she had no idea what he was, and now that she knew, she would be sure to keep an eye on him. “so what makes your water holy? If you believe in a God, didn’t Yahweh create everything thus all water has the same life sustaining qualities which a Christian should appreciate.” Now that was insufferable! To actually have the gall to say a false god had created anything was beyond unforgivable. Had a Templuar heard him say that, he would have been killed there and then, how ever Ashley knew he would be far more useful to her, alive. "Actually Lycan, Christians don't believe in Yahweh. He is simply a false god, made by man to explain what they themselves don't understand. What makes it holy, is that it was blessed by a priest, two days ago." Just to be a total pain, along with the money, she placed a silver piece on the counter, before grabbing the sword and placing it on her belt and walking to the door. "Oh, before I forget, there is suppose to be some Lycan hunters coming here in about two days time. I hear they're suppose to be the best. Might make a nice rug out of you."
With that, she walked out the door.