[RPG • 100] Greenstone, 1633 | Speeltopic - Speeltopics

The loud noise of hammer strokes and a burning fire had blocked out all outside noise to Misha. He was concentrating on the rhythm of the hammer strokes, making sure he hit them at the right spots to build out the sword. The rough forge of the weapon had been completed yesterday, but there had been some specific details that Misha still needed to work out. Even a custom engraving had been requested, but that would be about the last thing the Rus would work on. First he needed to make sure the weapon was actually done before the requested pick up time. The speed of the commission had Misha working extra hours, both yesterday evening as this morning. Normally he would be completing his daily training at this hour before heading to the forge, but work needed to finished first hence why his face already had multiple streaks of sooth on it from him wiping the sweat off his brow.

The hunter had missed all commotion that was going on outside, keeping the forge mostly closed to not wake the rest of the town with his banging. He had been alone so it hadn't been too much of a problem to not open all the shutters. Though once he was finished with this heat Misha was going to open up the building and let some much needed air in. He was just finishing up the last couple of blows when something, or rather someone, barged through the shut door. The glowing coals immediately reacting to the influx of fresh air. Within no time that someone was in Misha's face. In well trained reflexes he held the glowing hot metal straight up, close to his side and took a couple of steps back. Quickly creating distance between the very dangerous piece of metal and the lovely idiot in front of him. Others tended to forget the stuff he was working him could be very hot and he was not willing to threat burn wounds because someone was stupid in his presence.
"Careful!" He reprimanded. "Hot." No extra explanation was given, Misha expected Reed to understand basic principles such as these and be able to act accordingly. He listened to Reed's problem whilst he put the sword-in-making on one of the cooling racks. The words that someone had died made Misha put some extra speed into his own actions. Quickly he hit the emergency shut off lever on the forge itself, dumping multiple buckets of water onto the burning fire and filling the room with smoke and steam. He was already dreading the cleaning process that would follow his actions, but Reed coming to get him personally and no others in the shop meant that he did not have the time to spend. In such a small workshop run by hunters such a lever was critically important for the safety of the building and the whole village. Having to deal with a raging fire spreading across town was not something anyone wanted to deal with on top of the already present emergency the lever was pulled for in the first place.
"Details?" Misha asked as he undid his gloves and apron and went outside, expecting Reed to follow or, more probably, lead him to where they needed to go. Off course this did not have anything to do with that Misha had no idea who uncle Raphael was or that he only had a vague idea what Bloodlight actually referred too since Reed had not used the full names Misha knew them by. But he was also smart enough not to ask that right now with Reed in such a mood. Though not in full gear, Misha still carried enough weapons to put a regular villager or pirate to shame and his clothes were protective enough whilst being practical to work in.
"Also, you breath hard. You need more running training," Misha said, quickly observing Reed's overal status.

Tama was in fact not in his house sleeping like he should, as some might think. With the new moon approaching quickly he needed to gather all the plants needed for the cleansing ritual since they still needed to be dried and the early morning before sunrise was the best moment to gather said plants. Hence why he had spend his morning in the forest instead of sleeping like a normal person would. Now however, he was on his way to the river to gather some more cattail as that was useful for all kinds of projects he had going. Though a quick stop at his house had been needed to get the leaves and the roots drying and while he was home change the bandage on his shoulder and apply some fresh medicine on it. He definitely did not want that to get worse. Tamanend's night had been tough with one of his friends requesting something to drink late at night when he had been ready for bed and he hadn't even made sure it was a clean bite, resulting in him having to make a some new medicine to put on a poultice and stop the bleeding. In the end, he didn't get too much sleep, especially with the early morning rising he had done and the uncomfortable posture he had to lay in the whole night. It was okay though, he would survive! Tama had done so this long in a town that held more mysteries than it led on, so this wasn't that big of a deal. That had meant he had been in his house when everything happened, therefor missing the scream that had put everyone into motion as he didn't live too close nor did he have superhuman perception like some others seemed to possess.

It was still too cold to not wear some kind of tunic, not that Tamanend minded at this point as it would hide away most of the bandage as he walked across town to the river. Gathering cattails was next on the agenda and though annoying, it was very necessary. Since he was up anyways Tama figured he could at least make a head start on his day. Quite sleepy he walked across Montadon, planning on making it a nice stroll up stream instead of going along the forest edge. Tamanend looked at the sun to get a sense of time. It was weird that so many people were up, especially in this part of town people seemed to be up at night so they would be going home now, not out. Curious for whatever was going on he followed the trail of bodies towards the bridge, passing by the Salty Scallywag in the meantime, spotting someone asleep near the tavern. Immediately his care insticts came into action. Someone should not be asleep near a tavern, in a tavern sure, but near a tavern was usually not the best sign. Tama kneeled down next to the lady, he had no recollection of ever properly meeting her or knowing her name, though he had seen her around.
"Goodmorning," he said chipper, carefully nudging her arm with his good hand to wake her up. "Are you okay?" Stiffling a yawn of his own in the middle of that sentence.

Misha had coughed a little with the smoke and steam filling the workshop, but not as much as Reed, clearly more used to the working conditions in the forge than his partner.
"You told me be quick," he said as if his actions had been completely obvious when Reed rushed outside. Luckily the Ackerman was planning on leading the way and Misha gladly followed his partner through town. He knew the streets of Hillside, sure, but clearly less than Reed and his way was not always the fastest way even if he got there in the end.
"Running in full gear is expected of hunter," Misha said, not at all riled up by Reed's shouting or defensive nature. "Get used to running with heavy pack. Clearly training is not enough. I make harder training for you." The Rus had a reputation of being steady and calm and some mere shouting from his partner was not changing that. Even the news of a dead hunter had not yet put a dent into Misha's exterior.

Luckily a more detailed explanation followed as the duo made their way through Hillside. This time with full names and descriptions, something Misha was thankful for. Not that there were much more details than Reed had already told, this must indeed be the first notice the Ackerman had gotten himself and they were making their way to the crime scene as they spoke.
"Need to be careful with door next time," Misha reprimanded, though he guessed that Reed knew this already.
"Leader Ackerman found dead by vampire bridge, clear," he said, quickly going back to the problem at hand. Though there was one thing Misha was already expecting the moment they would reach the bridge in question. His partner's hot hotheadedness was going to be the death of him if he wasn't careful and that was something Misha was not allowing to happen on his watch. Roughly he grabbed Reed by his shoulders and pushed the older man against the side wall of someones house. Slightly into the alleyway next to them so they were not directly on the main road.
"Reed," he said softer than his previous words. Holding with a certain seriousness and emotion the Scott only got to see a handful of times in the years they had worked together. It showed that Misha knew full well how crap it felt to hear such news and have to deal with it.
"Immediate killing back is not option now. First learn more details and listen to orders." Misha could imagine very well what Reed wanted to do when they got to the bridge, but he needed Reed to be present when they would get to the body, not in some kind of fighting frenzy. His hands still holding Reed steady, the Rus took a deep deliberate breath, hoping his calmness would transfer to his partner before speaking some more.
"Don't want to drag you to forest when we see bridge," he said, knowing Reed would get what he meant. "Hit or scream now if needed. If you okay, we go." He released Reed moments later, keeping his demeanor serious, but still holding the same emotion as he had held when first speaking his partner's name. He was ready to deal with everything that Reed would throw at him, and he had been serious, if Reed would do something that would only make the situation worse, Misha would not think twice and throw him over his shoulder and walk away for his own good. Removing Reed from his uncle if necessary. Grieving as a hunter was a difficult and dangerous thing and often that meant putting yourself to the side to deal with a situation instead of giving in to your emotions.