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Έρις (empusai) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-10-24 18:45:00

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aveira levy, mikhail dmitriv

Thursday: October 25, 2007
Who: Aveira and Mikhail
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmith shop
What: Aveira encounters a new friend

Aveira felt somewhat refreshed this day in ways that were hard to explain. There was no shame in going to the Medical Pavilion to seek out blood, she walked with more confidence and when she worked she got more accomplished, her eyes set on the knife she was now customizing. It was truly interesting how much a conversation with a likeminded person could persuade her to see things differently. In fact there wasn’t much persuasion.

When the knife was complete she toyed with it in her hands, admiring her work. Her hand feared no consequence from the blade when she began to flip it idly in her hands, thinking about what she would do for the day when she grew bored of working and wanted to steer more towards adventuring into the town. All she knew was she wasn’t one for staying inside even with the decreasing temperatures.

After lighting a cigarette, the vampire sensed someone was in the shop and she turned towards them slowly, settling the knife on a nearby table where she hopped up and crossed her legs. “May I help you?” She asked in a low tone, crossing her arms as well. Most people had a lot of questions, so it was best to make herself comfortable.

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project26
2008-10-24 06:16 pm UTC (link)

All morning Mikhail had been working on his motorcycle. It was that time again when began to check out what was growing old even in it's lack of use. Now he was very upset because he had to try and replace one of the foot pegs for the passenger that never rode. Over all he diagnosed that it was just aged and the nuts were rusted out. That wasn't the only part, however. The nut was stuck inside the peg where it was able to attach to the bike.

"Damn it," he had mused to himself in Russian that morning when he managed to break it off. It killed him to have to do such a thing to his beautiful baby. She was like his daughter and he cared very deeply for her. So he had to fix it immediately. That was the end of that.

After lunch he took off to the blacksmith shop where he brought one of the peg's. Maybe they could make something similar. As long as the hole and nuts fit together properly he figured it would be alright. Mikhail sighed as he marched over before heading inside. There was no longer a need to sigh--unless it was in awe of that woman's beauty. The Lycan had to look at the wall idly for a moment and collect himself. He was not at the bar for drinks and tail, he was at the smithy to get a peg.

God that didn't work out appropriately in his brain.

"Yes," said the tall man as he approached her. Holding the weighted metal piece in his right hand, he motioned to it before passing it along. "Can remake?"

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empusai
2008-10-24 06:48 pm UTC (link)

A Russian? A Russian who was in frank terms hot? This was worth dealing with many questions and obstacles. Something told Aveira that he knew about mechanics at least a bit. “Sure.” She stated with a smile forming on her lips. “I can at least try. There is enough scrap metal here to build three houses. I am sure we can do something.” When she noticed the peg, a brow rose. She slid off the table and walked closer. “In exchange you owe me a sight of that bike.” It was a little price to pay. She could have made him give her blankets for the upcoming cold weather, or something of more value since food was useless to her.

A peg almost was like making a bullet. If she could form a bullet (which she could) she could form a peg easily. “It wouldn’t take to long to form it. It’s the heating part that is a bitch.” She may as well have stated it frankly. The vampires head tilted in curiosity. “How in the hell did you get a bike here?” It was worth hearing, especially since she had a knack for automobiles.

“What kind is it may I ask? I wish I could tell just from the peg, but I’m not that good.” Her step father was some kid of genius with that. He could narrow it down to about two models or so. “Speaking of which, I need it so I can make a copy. That is unless you want it to be a little different.”