Meeting Between Rebels
Drag 'em
Straight
To Hell
With Me
It had been so long since the Ensign was graced with free time. There was word of a gathering coming in the near future, so it seemed that a decent gob of boys in blue were off the leash for the time being. Alphie let loose by getting out of his usual get up and dressy more casually. A white button up was left open on his torso showing the Marine had a bit of weight around his neck. A necklace of gold and a dark-red bead necklace rested on his chest and bounced off the toned surface as he took his nonchalant strides. The button up had the sleeves rolled to his elbows and like usual, he had black gloves on covering his hands. Around his waist was a red sash that hung off on his right side. He had his pistol Curtail tucked safely in this sash, the handle exposed due to his shirt being open. This pistol was slightly off center favoring his left side, since he was a right handed shooter.
He had mocha brown pants on, color of devilish dark chocolate, but boots that met them and tucked them away that reached to his calves. His maroon hair was bound in a small pony tail and not much else could be said about his physical appearance. Oh, and he had his weapon Same-kiri Bocho with him. Bound to his back by a leather strap that had a large clasp on it over the weapon. This strap went diagonally over his left shoulder, while Same-kiri Bocho's handle peeked out over his right shoulder for easy retrieval. Today he was visiting a blacksmith that would be doing some maintenance on his baby. In addition to the usual maintenance, Alphie wanted to see if the Blacksmith could add some length to the blade. While he found 40 inches was nice, he found himself growing used to the weight. As a practitioner of Oars Kenjutsu, it was important to use one's weapon's weight to their advantage. So if he could handle more weight, he'd try to get it and with this weight came more length.
Knocking on the door of the smithy, Alphie backed up and waited for an answer.
He had mocha brown pants on, color of devilish dark chocolate, but boots that met them and tucked them away that reached to his calves. His maroon hair was bound in a small pony tail and not much else could be said about his physical appearance. Oh, and he had his weapon Same-kiri Bocho with him. Bound to his back by a leather strap that had a large clasp on it over the weapon. This strap went diagonally over his left shoulder, while Same-kiri Bocho's handle peeked out over his right shoulder for easy retrieval. Today he was visiting a blacksmith that would be doing some maintenance on his baby. In addition to the usual maintenance, Alphie wanted to see if the Blacksmith could add some length to the blade. While he found 40 inches was nice, he found himself growing used to the weight. As a practitioner of Oars Kenjutsu, it was important to use one's weapon's weight to their advantage. So if he could handle more weight, he'd try to get it and with this weight came more length.
Knocking on the door of the smithy, Alphie backed up and waited for an answer.
"So what do you do out here. Not many people seem to keen on weapons given this is Karate Island. Not the most savvy place to have a forge is it?
Alphie chuckled, covering his mouth with a hand weakly as he did so. "Makes sense. I'm excited that a new age of pirates is emerging. I'm jealous of them sometimes, they're free souls. Though some use their freedom in ways that give pirates a bad name, one can't argue that they aren't dream chasers. It takes a wild man to give up their safety and protection as a civilian and go onto the seas to do what they want, but those kind of wild men are what keep this world moving. It's a beautiful thing isn't it." Alphie would walk his way back to the counter and sit upon it again, to observe the blacksmith go to work. He was pretty intrigued by the whole smithing thing, it always interested him, he just never had the motivation to learn about it himself. "How long you been doing this stuff? He tried to pull away from the pirate talk, he knew not too many people were fascinated with pirates or admired them like he did, especially as a marine he shouldn't have really been talking like that. It's not much to get him in trouble for, but it could put him on the radar for a while, which wouldn't be any good for him.