[PP-F1] Old Blood W/ Macradon

[Xion 0]

Xion stood outside of the entrance to The Blazing Typhoon somewhat awkwardly. The blonde tank had an almost pained look on his face, and shuffled from foot to foot nervously. He was anxious, and it was painfully obvious to anyone that bothered to watch him for even a few moments. His heavy and imposing armour did little to protect him from the feelings of guilt and trepidation that filled him. How long ago had he last entered the shop? How long ago had he last spoken to Macradon? How long ago had he last bothered to speak to any of his former guildmates?

The blonde sighed, and began to play nervously with the half-cloak that he still wore on his left side. Emblazoned upon it were the colours of the Crimson Blades, and upon seeing it the tank felt a pang of regret. He hadn’t treated them as well as he should have, and he doubted that he would ever be able to completely repair the damage that had been done.

“Nothing I can do about that…but I can at least try to communicate from here onwards, I guess.”

He muttered to himself, before he lifted his mailed hand and placed it against the door. Xion took a deep breath in before he pushed the door open, and quickly stepped inside to avoid any more anxiety.

“Macradon…are you here? It’s me, Xion.”



@Macradon

Edited March 3, 2020 by Xion

[Macradon 0]

Macradon had just recently sent off a few customers after being able to finish their requests and having them come and get them. He was glad that most had been paying up front, made it much easier to just have them come and grab it rather than doing the transaction later on. The blacksmith sat down in his lukewarm smithy and relaxed, it was much more silent down here than up at his shoppe part, it was on the first floor after all, so much traffic going on outside, it was like he was downtown near constantly.

Sitting in a chair, wearing a dark tank top and mid-grey pants, Macradon was just sitting and relaxing in the comfortable heat of his furnaces that had been slowly cooling down from work. The chime of the door rang, the small bell that notified him, customers. Getting up from his smithy, Macradon grabbed his jacket before getting up through the back door of his shoppe that connected his smithy. Throwing the jacket over his shoulders, Macradon packed the good ol’ colors of the days past, red and white.

Hearing the voice as it went through the entrance, Macradon … recognized the voice, the name as well “It can’t be … is it really?” he thought for himself as he got into his shoppe “It is.” he thought again, standing still in the door frame looking at his old guild mate. Taking a short breather to understand what was going on, the blacksmith just stood there like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, you’re back, huh.” he said somewhat dumbfounded “Didn’t expect to see you again after all the time you’ve been gone, but I’m glad to see you safe, Xion.” the knight said with a smile.