Strictly Business Ever since he was young his father pushed the idea of becoming a blacksmith upon him; teaching him some of the skill here and there, always trying to enforce the fact that his father was a blacksmith, his father's father was and so forth onto unknown generations. So when he first told his father he was going to become an adventurer just as one might expect it broke his poor heart. But unlike most families, his old man didn't disown him. As such he'd learn to support the boy in his dreams. Their family as a whole was never quite normal. In fact, they were quite odd given the two looked nothing alike and his mother was known to be quite the flirtatious one at work. Hell, his father's first marriage ended abruptly after she couldn't conceive. During these times it was often the woman's fault and rarely sought out to be the males. But with this logic it seemed perfectly fine as some time later, he met his mother during a drunken festival and the two let loose; indulging in sin. Nine months later he was born or so they say. His father always had his suspicions about his beloved son not being his, but he'd grown to love him none the less. So the oddity that as their family aside would leave more questions than answers. So instead of hounding him and threatening him. He just gave him quite the stern talking to and tried to persuade him here and there about the decision he'd be making not taking up the family business, but overall he respected it. As such it was with this same respect and understanding that Damion himself seemed to be drawn back to his other option. Taking up the family business and becoming a blacksmith. Apparently upon hearing this his father was more than pleased and in fact began discussing his plan to rule the entire district. One day their name would plastered all over, lots of fame and everyone from here to the edges of the world would come to visit just to get a piece of the legendary DeAndre family goods. A faint smile would pass as he shook his head. Raising a hand to simmer his father down he'd remind him they already were making a name for themselves, with the aid to the bandits and a donation made to the orphanage their name would become one of those who loved. A bit of grumbling and annoyed rambling as his father remembered those factors. He'd wave it off and discuss further the details of which the neighboring competitors existed. Speaking about a few of the other shops he'd soon grin and place a hand upon the boys face turning it left and right making mention of a particular family who had been competing for years. He made mention of a daughter and possible bridging of the gap there the ceremony known as marriage. Immediately throwing his hands up in an X formation he'd deny the talk any further "Nope no way, not happening No arranged marriages. I got nothing against the girl or your plan but I'm not tossing my life away to make you happy. That is who I will end with for the rest of my life, would you have sacrificed mother for another to merge families." Upon his words his father would place a hand upon his chin then wave it off with an annoyed look; it seemed reason was finally upon the man as he took his words for what they were and agreed that perhaps it was a hasty action. Yet he'd instruct his son to go check out the other shops to say the least and examine their goods, maybe at least consider meeting the girl. After that, he would be instructed to gain materials for the shop. Shaking his head he'd roll his eyes and change topics, putting the focus onto a possible business idea. Presenting his father with the information about a possible shop arrangement on the eighth floor he seemed more excited and shifted his attention to this idea. Had the boy done so it would be one of the first shops ever to be established within the dungeon and that along could make their name more famous, let alone the work load provided and things they could offer. Eyes shifting he'd point to the boy with heated passion screw the dame and get to collection materials for the dungeon; he'd contact his friends and get a building crew together to help set up said shop. Smiling he'd leave the shop hearing the pride and happy tone to his father's laughter as he went about his way in the shop. Shifting his weight he'd figured he'd saved up enough coin to expand and perhaps even set up the shop with a bit of funding. Now all he needed was some partners to cover the areas he couldn't to expand the business and gather materials needed to run the shop. This part was the hardest of them all, yet before this was done he'd go searching the local shops to perhaps meet with some of the competition perhaps scoping out the shops if not see what talents they had to offer. BellWood Smith ShopThus his journey took him to the Bellwood smith shop. It was there that the male would meet with the owner. Grim Bellwood. Upon meeting him, he'd note a female in the back, beautiful but hard working. Perhaps a worker or some apprentice. His focus once more on the male he'd part his lips and divulge the plan. "Hello, good sir. I am Damion DeAndre, son of Darius DeAndre a neighboring Smith shop. I've come aginst my father's will to see if I can't work out an arrangement. I am in need of aid for a project. I heard you had helped fund the Old City Restoration Project, well I come baring a business opportunity for great profits. You see, I may be the son of a blacksmith, but I have the heart and soul of an adventurer. As such I've been many times into that dungeon and come back alive. I'm not here to offer you materials or try to establish some cheap pact among work. No, I'm here to offer your shop a place in what will become the first smithery inside a dungeon." He'd say as he waited to see if he had the male's interest. If not perhaps the female behind him. "So if this peaks your interest I'm in search of several available workers to join me in my shop. I plan to offer all sorts of goods and services among those who venture deep within the dungeons. We could monopolize upon the gold by quite a margin. The usefulness of such a shop to repair such gear in a dungeon alone, coupled with convenience would make most shop owners drool. Expanding later to become a pseudo bank stop for adventurers to cash in on their crystals at a lower rate. Then making daily runs with the crystals back to the surface, a series of mercenaries hired if not military to provide assistance for the right coin." He'd say his eyes shifting as he grinned wider at the thought. "Maybe even expand into a sort of inn for folks to stay. My point her Mr. Bellwood is I see our families becoming very rich from this idea, it will only tame some minor investing and at least one worker with viable skill to make it happen. In the Grand scheme of things, this is just a starting point. But if we can manage to make it grow much faster I promise you together he names Bellwood and DeAndre will be sung about from across the land. What do you say...?" He'd say hoping to sell the man on his idea, if so he'd discuss more after setting up the proper paperwork on his next visit. If not he'd be on his way; more than not he'd wait a bit then to discuss with the girl. "Hey beautiful, I apologize for being o forward, I have yet to meet your acquaintance. What did you think of my plan? Did you not like it? Perhaps if the business life isn't for you I could interest you on a fun little date, maybe one what involves you, I and a dungeon. I'm sure you'd love it. We could have some fun slaying things. Make some coin gather materials for our shops. come, give an ugly fool a chance and lets justs see how the night goes." He'd say with a warm smile before leaving a card upon the table before him a faint smile passing. "Don't tell me your answer just yet my goddess, save your words for our journey I'll be waiting by the dungeon for you. If you come I'll know your answer and I can show you a good time. If you don't I'll know as well and I'll hold nothing against you. Either way, I'll be down at the beginning to the first floor clearing some mobs while I wait." He'd say leaving the shop and making his way towards the dungeon. First FloorHaving left the shop and entered the dungeon his first task was to survey the area. Eyes scanned as he took note of a few goblins. Dressed in his G ranked Armor and carrying his Beautiful G ranked two handed blade he'd walk about some exploring at just the entrance pulling mobs his way. Striking and slicing at them for his own amusement. Not saying much but trying to warm up some he'd assault the silly goblins. Working on his strikes with live targets; using this to his advantage in a weird way training to be a bit more agile on his feet and better with his hands; more dexterity based. Avoiding strikes and trying to target specific spots using less power and more focus. This way even the trashier of enemies would pose a challenge. At least to hep the time to pass while he waited for her. A swift strike would be made sliding up and along the body of the goblin before him, perhaps a bit torturous instead of a quick clean kill this was to test and see there thresh hold to a degree. Cuts made here and there at their bodies slicing off limbs and heads he'd literally treated the starting location like nothing more than his own personal training grounds. Yet this wasn't as one-wayed a street as most would assume. He'd gotten a few chinks in his armor and even a few cuts and bruises; despite wearing his armor. It wouldn't be long into his training that he'd look to an invisible watch to wonder how long it was going to take her if she was to even appear at all. Sitting down he'd place a simple pack down and take out some water and a snack to tide him over, by now he'd at least be part way to the second floor if not already there and working towards the third,but as it stood he would have to take things slower. Munching on his food he'd wonder to himself just how would he provide such amusement on their date. Would it be senseless chatting, simply give her a bigger chunk of the collected resources or would he have to work twice as hard to impress her. Would she even care? She was a cute one, but she sort of had a manly look to her. Tapping his chin he'd think about it, was he the one his father meant, no. Was she, hadn't put much thought into it prior, but perhaps. Shaking his head he'd try to relax and clear hs mind.So many thoughts ran through his mind. As such he'd rubbed at the bridge of his nose, trying to stay focused he'd sigh. No matter what came of it, this was more along the lines for a business venture than a date so he needed to treat it as one. Taking a few sips of water he'd repack his gear and prepare once more to slay a few more goblins, now as he normally would slamming them about slicing them in half. Not really bothering to be accurate when he was more or less using his brute force take the brunt of the hits. Now tanking the damage dealt only to turn around seconds later to deal it back just as much. A faint smile passed as he saw a figure from a distance approached; could it be her? Pausing from combat he'd head into the direction of the person as he ran his hand along the blade cleaning if of the blood. Eyes fixated upon the being he'd swipe it away and smile. Lips parting he'd chuckle and make his presence known to the being. "Well well well, look who we have here. Who goes there, stranger or danger? Friend or Foe, beauty or best. Go on, please don't be shy I am but the humble son of a blacksmith, looking to make some joining and gather materials care to join me? Hello, who is it I call to, tell me it's not another overgrown goblin, that would be most unfortunate. I really don't enjoy fighting them at all. Such barbaric brutes and such a hassle to take down even for the likes of me." He'd say in hopes it was her but leaving it open-ended enough if it wasn't and was another he might at least get someone else to join him. You know just in case she decided to bail. A faint sense of humor used to break the ice and not to insult them for whatever reason. The closer they got the more his anxiety increased, just who was it? @Melody Bellwood
Morning struggles _____The sudden sound of splashing water broke Melody out of her train of thoughts. Her hair falling over her eyes as she set her focus on the mirror with tired eyes. Each morning was starting to become the same routine again, no more waking from nightmares or sleepless nights. Frail hands lined with scars traced through her hair as she began to straighten and brush it like any morning. Each lock of hair was given focus, the time to slowly move them to line up as she wanted them, a pair of scissors rested on the counter encase her hair decided to break formality and grow longer than the rest. _____It was honestly an endless battle against her obsessive compulsive disorder each morning. Her hair moving out slightly as she moved it back and looked it over in the mirror for a few moments. Then the annoyance showed itself again, the small strands of hair stuck up from her head ruining her perfect hair style like always. But, she knew once the hair stood up like that it was a sign the rest would comply until the wind moved it around. Pushing away from the counter as she walked to get her normal attire out, and get out of her sleepwear. _____To most it was far too early to be awake, the moon had yet to even began to set, but sadly for Melody she needed to be up at this time at night to finish her list of morning task. Hands rose to rub her eyes to attempt and rid herself of any more crust in or around her eyes as she reached the closet and opened it. The annoying squeak of the old wood caused her eye to twitch before she looked over her choices. Suits, dresses, pajamas. She was a women with few clothing choices and everything was dark colored aside from the white armor her brother made for her. _____Getting out her black suit pants, top, and tie first and setting them against her bed before she retrieved her grey dress shirt, and grey undergarments. Wasting no time to get the clothing on after removing her old clothes and folding them neatly into a basket. The part that took her the most time was getting the cloths to meet her standards. Pant legs adjusted along the ironing line, belt lined with her evenly adjusted suit top buttons and tie. Reaching for a small dresser before getting out her black gloves, socks, small cloth, and emergency kit of tools. The same meticulous process to adjust everything correctly before she went to get her shoes. _____Thankfully she only had two sets of shoes at her door, her dress shoes and a set of heel boots. Getting her dress shoes on before walking out into the cold night to start her list of task. She lived some ways from her brother’s shop, and since he was always one to sleep until late morning she was often left to get everything ready at the shop. Her route to the shop was silent and peaceful outside the un-tuned music of the crickets and hoot of the owls around the strolling path she took. Night was her favored time to be outside, less people that needed help and more time she could focus on herself and her thoughts. _____Eventually reaching the trade district and more so her brother’s shop as she opened the door to get inside. Her job was to keep the place clean and work on the smaller projects when her brother was there to make sure she did not burn down part of the building again. Locking the door behind her before she began her cleaning. Each tile, each display and the cases that kept them away from thieves, the counter and the smith backroom itself. Then she had the task of getting everything ready for the morning. _____Arms reaching into the furnace as she removed the old burnt out wood and deformed metals before replacing them with new oil soaked wood and lighting them up to start heating the area. Strolling outside with the bucket of water before dumping out the old and refilling it with clean new water. Arm crossed her forehead slowly to remove the first beads of sweet before it became a problem, then setting back to work. Each lamp was slowly cleaned and refueled before igniting the wick and setting it back in the correct spots before blowing them out knowing they would work at night. _____By the time she had finished everything she was greeted with the morning sun’s rise as she moved the curtains that conceal the fact her brother did not stash his items away at night. Unlocking the door and flipping the sign she would walk into the backroom and get herself cleaned up as best she could in her brother’s poorly equip shop when it came to cleaning. It amazed her his white armor that was always made here could remain so white despite his habit to let messes stay when Melody was not around. _____Her brother would show almost as the sun hit the start of it’s decent, the morning nothing but the regulars that tried to hit on Melody, and people who came to pick up their weapons before they entered the dungeon. Melody had to spend a few minutes fixing her brother’s clothing to avoid driving herself insane for letting him stay with his apron slung over his shoulder, and his smith gloves not properly adjusted to circle his forearm. But after such she was free to work on her own thing in the back room. Bellwood smith shop _____The first person who entered the shop since her brother’s arrival did not have Melody’s interest in the slightest. At least until he mentioned the group Melody was part of, her head slightly turning left to look over her shoulder as she set down her hammer and iron bar she was about to start smelting when her brother spoke. ”The name is Grim, Grim Bellwood. Firstly, I ain’t the one who helped that group, that be my sister in the back. As for you backstory…” Her brother would stop speaking as Melody moved to get ready to shut him up, her brother was not someone who held his tongue, it was why they had so few customers. ”I don’t give a hair on a goblin’s head. Nor do I care for no materials even if you offered them. My supplier is a lovely lady who has a dam fine sister and I’ll keep sleeping with them for materials before I start paying people for them.” Melody could only slam the palm of her hand to her head as her brother spoke, he was so annoying and stupid, and a hopeless case she was ready to give up on at any moment if not for the fact he was family. _____”As for a shop in the dungeon, my days of fighting to get a store set up ended when I got this little slice of heaven built here, rather than some dam yoga studio or something stupid that they wanted here.” Melody could only feel the urge to hit her brother’s head into the counter until he stopped moving, if not for the fact the person making the offer was still in the store and clearly had more to say. ”I only got myself who works here and my sister, we ain’t no damn fancy multi shift high employ costing display shop. One of a kind, that's how it will stay until I roll in my grave!” _____Her brother slammed his foot and pointed to the door. He was stubborn and annoying, and it was clear he had not one coin he was willing to spare for the fooling idea the male was offering despite the future possibilities. When Damion began to address Melody, who was still more focused on the many ways to torture her brother for his continued impure existence. She would slowly turn to talk to Damion with her gaze ever so often breaking to focus on her brother daring him to try and speak up and give her more reason to hurt him. _____ "Allow me to first say, I’m simply learning how to craft weapons from my annoying brother until I can make my own shop. I don’t like the idea of working for others who can’t see…” Melody would stop speaking to slap her brothers hand and move a small bell back to where it was before her brother moved it. Returning her focus to Damion as she kept speaking. "That the way they are doing things is wrong, and the way they display items is also terrible.” With the important talk out of the way Melody would relax her shoulders and smile faintly. _____"In terms of this date you are offering, sadly I have little interest in going into dungeons, … or males for that matter … but out of respect for your boldness, I will at least humor your attempt and go with you into the dungeon. However be know, having a women with a weapon on a first date is rather bad idea.” Melody would speak with a smile before she moved out from behind the counter. _____"First though, I must finish my shift before I can go into the dungeon, and there is the matter of not having myself a set of armor or weapon fitting for dungeon diving. It is not exactly a common spot for dates.” Melody would laugh faintly before bowing her head and going back behind the counter and into the backroom to resume her work. Her brother glaring at Damion. ”You try anything with my little sister and her with a weapon won’t nearly be as dangerous as me with one.” Her brother would point his thumb over his shoulder towards a set of pure white swords with gold writing on the blade. Just from a glance it was clear they could be C rank weapons or higher, and they looked perfectly made for Grim who soon shooed Damion out of his shop. First floor _____Her shift was over, and her new H rank armor was equip, so all she had to do now was find Damion inside the dungeon. She felt slightly offset the male did not wait for his date to start moving through the dangerous place, but that was simply going to be placed on her list as to her reason to refuse a second outing with him. She was however well equip for the dungeon, if you counted not having a bag of basic supplies and medical items well equip anyways. Metal clad feet clashed with stone as she took her time to survey the area of the dungeon. _____It was her first time within such a place, and she honestly was not all that thrilled to be here for something like a date, but she had agreed to go here, and so she reaped what she sowed. Her first encounter was sadly not Damion, a poorly dressed goblin staggered into her tunnel scratching its butt. Melody could only blink behind her visor before coughing to get its attention. "Even if you are a monster, manners are important, and dressing properly is also common courtesy.” Melody smiled towards the goblin as she slowly drew one of her two swords at her sides. _____The Goblin clearly displeased shouted out and reached for his weapon with the very hand her scratched his butt with causing Melody’s eye to twitch with annoyance. "At least use your off hand to do such indecent acts!” Her face a slightly red as she watched the goblin rush forward. Her blade slowly moved to the center of her stance before gripping with both hands, an even inch apart on the hilt before shifting the weapon to her dominant left hand side and rushing forward. _____Fighting a goblin was much different from training on hay dummies at her house. The creature’s odd movements and refuse to let Melody leave him with matching cuts on both sides of his body annoyed her up until the creature faded causing a slight tip of her head to wash over her often relaxed centered head. "Well, what is the point of evenly slashing if it will simply all fade away in the end?” Looking down at the stone before she tossed it down the tunnel, her OCD refusing to carry something that was not symmetrical. _____Sitting down before she took the time to clean her blade and look at the torn fabric of her right shoulder. She had made a wide swing in attempt to make an even cut on the goblin only to have her armor damaged unevenly. Looking to her left shoulder she sighed and stood up while sheathing her sword. "Looks like I need to get a cut against my left shoulder next fight if I have to take any damage to end the fighting.” Her words soft before she heard someone approaching and then Damion’s voice. Sighing slightly as she went towards his voice. _____ "Rather rude to make your date fight her way to you Damion DeAndre.” She would move her hands behind her back as she smiled, her eyes still hidden behind her visor. If Damion tried to speak about moving forward or doing such without talking to his date she would add another note to her mental list. "It is also rude to not compliment your date…” Her face slightly red as she kicked the soul stone she had tossed a moment ago towards Damion’s calf. @Damion DeAndre
Strictly Business As he stood there listening to her brother it was clear he had little to no interest in what he was selling a bit rude and close minded he was just grateful she listened. Yet as their words exchanged he'd laugh a bit and rub his head, to be honest, he wasn't being so bold as to ask her out for personal gain or try anything. Truth be told he just hated going alone, that and perhaps it might be nice t talk to another blacksmith who wasn't his overly confident father or her rather close minded brother. None the less he was glad she'd humor him, "Oh, and why is that? I happen to find a woman who can wield a blade far more appealing than on who can not. Hell to be completely fair, that just means I don't have to worry about her as much in the dungeon. But if you're not sure about it. Nah you'll be fine. You look like you've developed quite the nice shape and curves to match your job. You're quite well toned for a smith, I'm sure those muscles are for more than just show. But if you must get dressed for gear, feel free to swing by my families shop I'm more then sure my father would be ever so glad to lend you one of ours assuming your brother won't do you the honor first. I'd never let a lady go into a dungeon unprepared or not properly dressed, the very thought is outlandish at that point I'd sooner strip down and let you use mind had it not been to big for you, but I doubt your brother would appreciate me removing any article of armor let alone clothing in this instance..." He'd say teasingly as he waved her on some trying to keep from her brother hearing. He knew she needed to get to work so he'd soon leave, yet since she'd agree to do such a kindness for him he'd do her one in return and get to working right away once there to earn some extra gold and maybe take her to dinner as a follow-up date if not after. Just not immediately given guts and blood make for poor dinner attire and he didn't think she'd enjoy that to be fair. None the less he'd listen to her words as she spoke and bow thanking her before shifting her gaze to the overly protective brother whom by this point wanted to kill him for whatever reason a faint smile crept across his lips as he felt like perhaps messing with him and saying he was gay and that he was more his type might fetch a laugh. But that might warrant his blade to be planted firmly into his chest and he rather enjoyed where his lungs were so such a joke would have to wait til the male hadn't such destructive tools at his disposal. Eyes shifting to her he'd thank her then return his gaze to her brother. "No worries, Sir Grim. I am a gentleman first and an adventurer second. I will do my best to protect your sister in any way shape or form to make sure no harm comes to her. That of course including any proverbial notions of the typical male mindset. Her flower and honor will remain intact. I am simply not that kind of guy and from the looks of it; Your sister can handle her own. I'm sure she's not the type of girl either, so you have no fears. But on the off chance I do see you again, would that be brother grim or just grim?" He'd say with a cheeky grin implying if they were to meet again he'd have married her. This of course, was right before bolting out the store with a wink perhaps giving her a bit of a chuckle from his boldness. Floor 1Despite his words holding some truth, he really was not a typical guy. He held no desire for her beyond getting to know her. Although to be honest he did enjoy the fact he wasn't to be alone; his focus was more on bonding and building a friendship. Despite what the general public was to call a date. Yet at the same time he'd attempt something different, bold new and something she'd remember for better or worse. His lips curling into a smile as she appeared down the stairs and he leaned against a wall watching her attack the goblin not far off listening to her scold it was among the cutest things he'd ever seen. Yet as she threw the stone and it hit him he'd rub his head. Already she was making a good impression on him yet silent he remained as he got up and moved towards her. Lips curling into a grin, he'd laugh as she approached him and she began to scold him. Remaining quiet he'd lether finish then speak. "My my aren't you dressed to be quite the warrior, the look really suits you. I'm quite jealous how coordinated the attire looks. But I won't lie maybe later we can test it's mettle and see how to works. You know slam each other around a bit have some fun wit a spar. I didn't think ladies liked to play with such big things. I was afraid only brutes with me enjoyed the feeling of their hands around a nicely crafted two-hander. What quality material is that, it looks nice....sorry I appear to be distracted look at me fawning over your blade. Almost as if to see whose is bigger,by the gods. I miss those days of old. When my friends and I would compare blades and clash with one another. The old you show me yours I'll show you mine bit never get old especially with randoms in our party adventuring." He'd say sighing some as he waved his hand trying to calm her down. "Please m'lady you're being far too dramatic, I promise I did not travel all that far, if you turn back the stairs are still in sight and I feared with such protesting against the date here it might be best to have a backup. So I killed a few goblins already prepared myself for a proper date perhaps gathering some spare coin so that after maybe you go home, I go home we wash up and this failure of a date doesn't end so bad. Maybe something nice to eat and I could try again. Giving you a proper date. To be honest I like the company down here and I thought a pretty girl such as yourself gets all sorts of dates and this might be one memorable for one reason or another I mean, who else would be so foolish enough to make their first date a goblin slaying one?" He said smiling before giving her a cheeky smile, "Then again, can we even call it a date. I know you know my name as you've grown use to rolling it off your tongue. It sounds cute when you say it I rather enjoy it. But typically a guy knows his dates name or shall I simply refer to you as these pet names or the sister of Grim Bellwood." He'd say trying to imitate his voice and serious nature hopeing she might smile again, although their time brief he did rather enjoy her smile it was comforting. Biting his lip nervously he'd smile some and point at her hair some. "you got a little something in your hair there love." He'd tease some picking up the soul stone tossed at him and placing it in his bag "You've never been here before but that crappy stone gets traded in for cash and a lot of these materials about should be quite obvious to you. I'll carry it all and we can split it evenly once we leave. That way your brother doesn't take me as some ass who doesn't treat a lady right nor support her family.I'm sure the materials will be of some use to his crafting." He'd say walking over and bowing before her perhaps attempting to take her hand to place a kiss upon it. "Monster guts aside, you look simply breath taking. If this indeed was to be our first meeting I'd swear you were a godddess who snuck her way into the dungeon to clear it herself self." He'd say teasing before noting her reaction to his kiss. "Ummm germaphobe or perhaps haps some sort of OCD? Shall I kiss it ten more times, or do I need to walk back an o that again? Maybe get the ther hand too?" He'd say trying to guess at perhaps what might have bugged her about his actions. Despite it being a 'business' transaction he still wated to make a good first impression. Yet once that issue was settled he'd raise to his feet and rest his blade across his shoulder in his armor as he offered her his free hand perhaps to hold. Was that even proper for one to hold hands on a date; at least plausible for one those in duneons. If not he'd let go upon running into enemies none the less. Four goblins appearing out of no where threatening to strike at them three blade wielders and one archer. Each the same color but one and the archer was of the green color. Yet one of the swordsmen was a darker green. All their heights varied their cloths disorganized and well, they fit the discription of goblins. yet perhaps this set might triger something in her. "Ladies first?" He'd ask teasingly waiting to see what should be done; should he charge in to play hero or let her show him how to truly handle a two hander? The date was to be for fun and to gather materials. Yet as the day moved on he'd shift the conversations to be more personal and inquary based on what she knew and skills she might have as a smith. Perhaps hinting at his desire for her to join his business up at the eighth floor. Either way, this mattered little in the grand scheme of things. For right now he as just admiring her assets and watching to see how she did battle up close and from another angle; behind. But as a proper gentleman he couldn't let her have all the fun as such he'd charge in behind her and as he dragged his blade across ther earthern surface, the sparks flyin causing a bright flash as he slice up and through one of the goblins. His distance from her and the others just a short distance away. Yet the second one dropped two more appeared. Some of teh ones already there would split and the numbers would grow. A smile warm and inviting would remain silent as he swung his blade about as he cleaved them in two, here and there. Bold strikes made upon the enemy as he shifted his gaze to her momentarily smiling as he charged in at a gobline trying to stike her from behind his body faster than it was bolting in to quickly to stike hard. "Hands off my date jack, no one touches that backside before me....I mean. Don't go touching a lady in such a manner." He'd say making light of the situation. The force of the strike which punished the gobline comparable to a siege weapon of sorts; laying waste to the goblin nearly causing it to explod into a burst of blood and endtrails a faint smile passing as he pressed his backside to hers and raised his blade, with both hands. "Well I suppose we split them up evenly. I get the guy in front of me and you handle the rest. Right sounds fair, although I won't lie I like the way your squeezing my butt." He'd say before realizing he'd squashed a goblin between them and laugh some picking him up and tossing him into the crowd. Eyes hopefully meeting hers or the visor he'd smile. Would this date become something worth while or was she going home a bloody mess and disappointed?.Only time would tell. @Melody Bellwood
Floor One _____Damion’s words spoken the moment they met was enough to get Melody to turn her blade towards his throat. Her face was lightly flushed red as she looked through her visor. "I ask that you refrain from speaking in such a manner that can be misunderstood Sir Damion DeAndre.” With a slow motion Melody would move her blade away from his throat showing her clear disliking for his choice of words. Soon following she would sheath her sword and look to him to answer his question. "It’s simply an I rank one handed sword. It was simply only fair that i use one of my swords against one foe.” _____She spoke calmly, though her face was still slightly flustered because of Damion’s continued use of misinterpretation sentences. "There will be no second date. Nor will this be any more memorable then one of my brothers annoying rantings. As for remark of me getting dates that is not something you need to know, nor will i say more on that matter!” Melody would turn and start to walk away, clearly showing Damion had hit a nerve he should not have with her. Melody was against dating, she was more focused on her work than anything else. _____"My name is Melody, Melody Bellwood.” Melody would not stop walking when she had spoke her name, or when she began to check her hair with her hands. When he tried to touch her he would soon find her blade moving towards his throat. Melody was faster when others happen to be around her thanks to her ‘servant's agility’ skill. "It’s OCD, and some germaphobia… and try to touch or kiss me again and you will suffer for it Sir Damion DeAndre. You are not someone i serve, nor have the right to be served in my eyes.” _____When the goblin’s arrived Melody was still trying to find this ‘something’ in her hair. Sighing slightly before she reached to pull out both of her swords. "What annoying creatures… Can they not even dress themselves properly.” Melody would growl slightly before spinning her offhand blade a bit and closing her eyes. Her breath slowing down as she figured it was time to use her curse of OCD into some use. Eyes slowly reopening as the world was brightened in her eyes, each detail shown driving her into a rather enraged state for the countless imperfections she was forcing herself to see. _____Moving her offhand blade back to facing forward before she focused on the area around them. Her eyes darted around checking everything she could see without turning her head. Each goblin’s weapon, the length and their muscles, her OCD was details aligning perfectly, and when something did not align with that she set out to fix it. Blades swung slowly at her sides as she rushed forward. Right arm rose upward with left following shortly after, feet turning as she slide on the ground slashing both blades across her figure, and leaving two diagonal cuts in the goblin. _____Right leg moving forward to lower her body into a low slide evading the next goblin’s slash for the most part. Her visor unluckily not accounted for i her math as the metal clashed sending her eye protection onto the ground. Her frame slowly rose with her back to the goblin threats before she turned revealing her eyes. Both seemed angry without a doubt, but they never stayed still as she was having to recalibrate her plan with each motion a goblin tried or did make. _____"Annoying…” Low spoken words lined with venom as she leaned left to avoid a goblin’s attack before slashing with her right blade to the attacking goblin’s head, while her left shifted to clash with another attacker. Melody might not have been a adventurer, but when you serve people for a living, observation of their problems was key, and that worked well with watching who was attacking and when, not to mention where. When Damion got closer Melody would jump to the right letting him slam the goblin into the wall rather than her and the goblin. _____"Or we simply deal with them, and not care who kills what.” More cold spoken words as she spun her figure cutting a goblin across the chest with both her blades before looking to Damion. Her face beading with some sweat. She was not used to moving with so much armor, or weapons. A broom or two maybe, but swords had only be wielded while she was cleaning them. Turning back to the goblin before driving her blades through it, finally getting something in her hair. @Damion DeAndre
