Closed RP Wolf in Shiek Clothing

[Fang]

The shopping district was busy, as it usually was in the early evening. While some shoppers walked leisurely along the streets and ogled through panes of glass at the glittering temptations others hurried toward their destinations with the self importance afforded those with missions to achieve. Here and there an enterprising cafè offered rest for those simply walking the streets and fuel to those driven by their needs, though one establishment in particular hosted a peculiar subject to the juxtaposed consumers that congested the sidewalks beyond its gated patio.



Nat sipped at his tea halfheartedly, ball cap pulled low to hide his features. He wasn’t particularly worried that someone might recognize him from his secret life after dark; his face was hidden more often than not and wouldn’t be immediately recognizable. No, the threat of recognition came from those passerby with heavy wallets, fine clothes and sights gracefully set on the higher-end, better known establishments. Certainly not of the kind Nat had been observing quietly since the afternoon.



The rumors weren’t hard to come by, likely placed deliberately to foster the clientele that the proprietor was searching for. Over the course of a few hours Dual Flame Outfitters had seen barely a handful of people open its doors despite the traffic around it. It was positioned well enough, and though its wares might have seemed a little odd in modern society they were displayed with an eye for drawing attention. From what Nat had seen none of the rare customers left with any of the goods that were offered, and it could have been assumed that it was merely a store of curiosities for the affluential.



Of course rumor said there was a different sort of power at work in their customer base.



The sun was setting low when Nat finally left the cafè and wandered to the store in question. Besides the ball cap he had dressed simply in blue jeans and a plain black tee beneath a navy windbreaker. A leather shoulder bag held the proverbial ace up his sleeve, tucked behind him protectively as he pushed open the shop’s door and greeted the elderly woman behind the counter with a smile and a wave.



”Glad to see you guys are still open!”

 

[HighVoltage]

Myrna missed her forge. She didn’t mind manning the counter and keeping an eye on the store, but her true place was by the bellows, a hammer in one hand and a piece of red-hot steel in the other. But Florien was having her personal time with the duplicates, the “shift change” as she cheerfully called it. Myrna knew she was really up in their apartment, sharing tea with Flo and Rei, the latter filling the former in on the events of the day. She could’ve just absorbed Rei and then manifested Flo, but her wife had told her that she preferred it this way.

So while she did that, Myrna was on desk duty. Even though she didn’t say it out loud, she knew that Florien tried to be the one to interact with customers and clients as much as possible. It wasn’t that Myrna didn’t have good customer service skills, it’s just that most customers weren’t good enough for her service. She preferred being in the back anyways with the heat, the noise, and the sparks.

But she had to keep herself busy or she’d go insane. So she was doing inventory. Enough hoodlums came into the store and swung her weapons around, despite the many posted signs that they were very sharp, and ended up banging them together, nicking the blades and just being general nuisances. So she wasn’t exactly behind the desk, but she had an eye on it. The other was focused on her blades, ensuring they were straight and the edge was smooth. She let out a sigh as she made her way back to the counter, setting the chipped kukri onto its smooth surface. Gods she wanted a cigarette right now.

The door chimed as someone entered. Myrna looked up, her red-orange eyes taking stock of the new customer. There wasn’t much to look at, in her opinion. He wasn’t a twig, but didn’t have some of the bulk on him that meant he was looking for an ego weapon. Little miracles and all that. Myrna hated when people just wanted the biggest hammer, axe, or sword she had with no regards to the design, weight, or balance.

“Mhm.” Myrna brushed his chipper comment off the desk and onto the floor. “Welcome to Dual Flame. What can I do for you?”

 

[Fang]

The interior of the shop was almost exactly as Nat had expected, which was to say that it defied modern expectations for the most part. Medieval weaponry to one side, and handmade clothing on the other while between a conjunction of the two gave a sense of timelessness to the place; as though he had stepped backward in time though the stylization of the works remained suited toward modern tastes. His appreciative eye swept over the weapons particularly, noting the craftsmanship in the steel as only he could. The grey-skinned woman who gave reply was readily identifiable as another meta-human, and lent credence to the rumors Nat had so easily found.



”I was hoping you might be able to help me with an outfitting problem.” Nat’s reply lost none if its cheer in the face of the lady’s apathy. ”Heard around town this was the place to go.” Nat nudged the pommel of a particularly large sword as he passed, his power restrained so no ripple would cross the surface of the steel. A lot of time had gone into the blade, folded and hammered diligently to produce a shining example of the artisan’s love of their work. He frowned slightly at the idea of so much effort hanging on a wall for its lifetime.



As he approached the desk Nat set his shoulder bag on the wooden surface, a substantial thump indicating the weight of its contents. For a moment he shifted the bag, aligning it with the edge of the desk so that it was neatly placed on the corner closest to him. Satisfied with its placement he folded his hands next to the pack and met his elder’s gaze stoically.



”I have a few ideas, but would like to access your skills for something new.”