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(Setting) Eleanore's Appartement
| >what appears to be plaques of heavy metal and a sword of considerable size is seen in the corner of the room, a red coat draped over it with several more layers of some kind of textile
"this should be good enough, right?"
>Eleanore turns around and sits on her couch, one of the few piece of furniture in her newly aquired appartement, she fidgets a bit and waits for the person she invited over to buy her knife on danger/u/ stressed to meet a stranger, but happy to sell the blade.
| >A white, classic car rides up to the front of the apartment block, out of it, steps a bandaged up man, bandages covering his face and his real arm. He rings the apartment number.
"Hello? This is 'Mano' from /u/."
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>Eleanore runs up to the door and opens it slowly, looking at the man a bit before opening it completely
"H-Hi, I'm Eleanore... Come on in"
>The sickly pale white haired girl invites Mano inside fidgeting a little
| "Hi."
>Mano steps in to the apartment, taking a look around."
"Still setting up in a new apartment?"
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>Eleanore giggles a bit, and scratches the back of her head
Y-yeah, my familly home got kinda messy so I had to leave in a rush, this is the third day I spent here
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"Huh. So about that sword..."
>Mano takes a closer look at some of the blueprints, interested in her works.
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"Ah, yes, let me go get it"
>Eleanore goes back to the back of the room, towards the workbench and starts looking through blueprints, finally pulling out a short blade in a leather sheat
"I hope you'll like it, it was the first piece I really put my heart into"
>Eleanore looks a bit embarassed and hands the blade to Mano
| "Hey, looks quite good! How did you make this?"
>Mano fiddles with it, taking a closer look at the engravings.
| >I just used basic smelting to make the blade, got my hands on some nice materials and took my time
>Eleanore seems a bit nostlagic
"as for the engraving I heated the blade and carved it up using a few of my father's tools"
| (messed up my first part, oops)
| "For once, someone does it the classic way. Do you take commissions by the way? I was hoping to get my arm engraved."
>Mano pats his pockets, pulling out his wallet
"Ah where are my manners, here's the money for the blade."
>He hands over a cred stick.
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>Falschen accepts the payment and puts it into her pocket, before smiling at Mano
"Thank you!"
>She then appears a bit more serious
"An arm engraving? That's... Certainly a first can I take a look at it first?"
>She asks, politely
| (messed up again, wrote her middle name, I really need sleep...)
| (Go to sleep then, we can pick up tomorrow.)
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| >In an appartement building deep in the Chapel-2 district was an appartement owned by Eleanore Drakenklagen, she just had moved in, some boxes still waiting to be unpacked in the middle of a sea of blue prints, papers of all kind thrown hapazardly around the room as the young sickly girl was trying her best to clean while waiting for someone, apparently flustered and frantic.
A huge workbench and tool boxes sat in the back of the room, several knives and blades on the surface.