Owner	Pose
Colborn	The Forge has earned a bit of a rep locally, and Colborn has done tradeouts for some other businesses int he area. So he finds himself returning to the shop after delivering a custom knife for a local deli. A knife that is razor sharp and which will never need to be sharpened. As such, the tradeout includes a free sandwich every day for a year. th Hoagie in hand, he enters The Forge. The door was locked, but he managed to unlock it simply enough. So it is that with hoagie in one hand, and a beverage in the other, he steps inside to let the door shut behind him. Making it to the counter where he sets up to eat.
Kurt Wagner	It's a nice day. Of course, being there for lunch, the door is almost certainly still set up to latch locked when it closes. A nice, relaxing, quiet lunch. What a nice sentiment. ---BAMF!---     There's suddenly a blue man about a foot above the ground outside. He puts his feet out and lands. Turning, he looks inside. Seeing the proprietor, he points a thick digit at him. Even through the window, the vibrant, enthusiastic, "Ah ha!" can be heard. He jumps back up into the air, pulling in his knees, but throwing out his arms to the sides. ---BAMF!--- ---BAMF!---     From outside to inside, doors are apparently not how this gentleman rolls. "Guten tag!" he says, raising a hand after re-landing. "You are the knife-maker, ja?"
Colborn	With hoagie in mouth, halfway bitten down on the first bite, there is that brimstone smell which makes Colborn's nose wrinkle up. He lowers the sandwich and places it on the table.     "Have you ever heard of knocking?" asks Colborn in a voice that while hinted with a Germanic accent, it is nowhere near as strong as Kurt's. It sounds like he will be rid of the accent in a year or two. But it's not only Germanic, it sounds semi-Scandinavian.     Oddly, he doesn't seem to react to Kurt's overall appearance, or to the teleport in a shocked way. Just suggesting a more polite method with a single eyebrow raised.
Kurt Wagner	Mutants were more and more common, as were other people of special descendence. Kurt bows, arms going out to the sides again, making him look like a swashbuckler in posture if nothing else. "Pardon!" he says. He tries in German, "<I've been trying to get over while your shop was open. Is now a bad time?>"
Colborn	"Again. In the future, might I request that you try the door, and if it is locked, come back at a later time?" asks Colborn.     "But as you -are- here now...." he stands up and reaches for a napkin to wipe off his hands, "Welcome to The Forge. How may I be of assistance... Mister....?" he asks as he offers a now clean hand.
Kurt Wagner	"Wagner," Kurt says. He moves forward and cheerfully accepts the hand, shaking Colborn's with his own. His digits are thick, reinforced with plenty of bone and sinew, but also surprisingly strong. He continues in English, since that was what Colborn seemed to prefer speaking. "I'm in the market for a somewhat remarkable sword."
Colborn	It's not that he prefers any single language. It is just that he is in this land and tends to use the local language when that is the case. "Well, then you maybe in the wrong place. I so not make somewhat remarkable swords. I make -truly- remarkable swords."     That said, Colborn smirks a bit. "Pardon me. Forge humor. I presume from the way you hold yourself, and the way you move that you are not in the market for something that would be wielded by a burly barbarian?"
Kurt Wagner	Kurt shakes his head. "You presume correctly," he says. "I am a man of agile blade and form." He mimes with an air-sword. "I need something that can pierce the hide of a charging tank, should you be able to manage that, while still being balanced and able to slice a gnat accurately in two." He stops and stands, hands on his hips, as he smiles at Colborn. "I'm omnidexterous, to a degree, as well, so something I can hold in my hands, feet, and tail would be nice."
Colborn	"The irony is, people associate the Long Sword... and by Long Sword, I don't mean the gaming industry's name for an Arming Sword. I mean the hand and a half, four and a half foot long sword... weighted for thrusting two handed. But people think it is a heavy weapon when it is maybe three pounds when made correctly. But I think that you are asking for something akin to a rapier or saber. A weapon of that style will be flexible... and is not designed for piercing heavy armor. If you wish to pierce armor, you will want a more hefty blade. If you wish a weapon of precision... which can be used to strike at unarmored locations, then that is what fencing weapons excel at."     As he speaks, he gestures about at his displays of the most basic weapons of the styles he has been speaking about.
Kurt Wagner	"To be honest, I've used rapiers, cutlasses, daggers, knives, and many other bladed weapons," Kurt says. He looks around the shop. "I've nothing against a longer weapon; reach isn't usually a bad thing, but as I said, I'm interested in something I can use with all my limbs. A longsword would be clumsy to use with my feet."
Colborn	The best Long Swords have a balance point near the tip. But I see what you mean about it needing to be a one handed weapon." offers Colborn. "So, may I suggest a reinforced saber. Good for thrusting, but even better suited to cutting?" he asks.     And then he opens the door leading to the back where the forge itself is located. "And might I get some measurements so that I can make it precisely correct?"
Kurt Wagner	After being chastized about teleportation, Kurt walks to follow Colborn deeper into The Forge's forge. "A fine tailor always needs to take measurements," the mutant says. "I expected no less from any other master craftsman. I go with your instinct. Saber is the direction we shall move unless you find my tail unsuitable for such a weapon or some such thing."
Colborn	Inclining his head, Colborn studies the build of the mutant with a critical eye. "Well, for the sake of balance and grip... I am going to suggest a knuckle bow, but not a full basket hilt for the sake of maneuverability." And that said, he steps over to a cabinet and looks over a selection of options before withdrawing one that looks somewhat like a 19th century US Cavalry saber, but not -quite-. It is more balanced for fencing as opposed to horseback slashing. "I am not suggesting this weapon itself, but would like to see what you think of its balance and design." he offers before holding it out.
Kurt Wagner	Kurt grabs the blade and makes sure not to cut the other man while taking it. He jumps back, swinging the blade around. At some point during his maneuvers, it finds its way into his other hand. He tosses it up and jumps to the wall, catching the handle with his tail. He climbs right up the wall and swings out along the ceiling, holding on with his hands. He tosses the sword forward and catches it with one foot, swinging it about a little before letting the other foot have a turn. He tosses it upward as he launches himself downward. Landing on the floor, he catches the blade in his right hand, then stands and calmly moves to hold it by the blade, offering it back to the man. "It's quite an excellent weapon," he says. "One of yours?"
Colborn	"Indeed. Every weapon in here was made with my hands." A pause and Colborn adds, "With the exception of three or four my newest apprentice has been working on. But other than those, yes." he adds with a smile.     "Always good to see an expert putting a weapon through its paces. That one was crafted for the sake of crafting it. Not for any one wielder in particular. Most of my weapons are literally made because I feel a need to craft them, not for individual users. But.."     he reaches for a tape measure. Old school. "If I may." he says as he steps forward and takes the blade.
Kurt Wagner	Kurt gives up the blade and stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, arms outstretched. "Bitte!" he says with a smile. He waits for his measurements to be taken.
Colborn	Taken with a professional attitude, and adding a measurement for the tail... which admittedly could be a bit awkward if one wished to make it such. But Colborn truly does not care. Sure, Kurt may remind him more of a Deviant than anything else, but it's not Kurt's fault. People are people, no matter what they look like. That is one thing Colborn hear learned in fifteen hundred years.     And after a minute or so, he is finished. "Would you like just the one? Or an accompanying shorter blade for the off.... digit?"
Kurt Wagner	"I will do my best to afford as many as you can forge me, though I tend not to use more than one at a time. I rarely ever use more than two blades," Kurt explains. "The balance and skill afforded me by this one should be enough."
Colborn	Nodding his head, Colborn inclines his head, "There is no mystical connection, but one thing I learned from a mentor of mine was to tie the blade to its wielder by blood." He smirks and shrugs, "It is just something of a ceremonial offering of a few drops of blood onto the steel as it is being worked. Are you averse to such a thing? Or would you indulge me?" he asks as he heads to a shelf with several different billets of different types of steel laid out.
Kurt Wagner	Kurt takes a step back. He's seen too much magic AND tech used against someone by their blood to give that up so easily. "I think not," he says. "My lifeblood is not my own. It belongs to God. I do not give it up."
Colborn	God. Huh. Colborn nods his head, "I understand. That is why I ask and not trying to convince you that it is required."     He shrugs his shoulders though and adds, "Do -you- have any requests when it comes to cosmetics? Would you prefer the blade to be a gleaming shiny steel? Or more like a dark shadow sort of coloration so as to not give away your position if you are sneaking about?"
Kurt Wagner	Kurt DOES like to sneak. "That is a connundrum," he says. "The flat edge of a blade can be used as a mirror for all the things a mirror can do, but if I am being honest with myself, there is a reason the militaries of the world carry blackened equipment. Even if I am not sneaking, it would be better to have a darkened, matte blade."
Colborn	"Or a pair. One mirror polished, the other matte black." says Colborn with a nod. Were he to show his truest talents, he would make it able to switch from one to the other through you know.. super comic book science. Not even a little bit magical though.     "But I shall get to work. Leave me a way to reach you and I will contact you when I am finished."
Kurt Wagner	"Of course," Kurt says. He finds a piece of paper and pen and jots down a ten-digit number with spaces in it. "There. That is my cell number." He waves. "Danke! Guten tag!" he says, enthusiastically. Then he jumps up, pulling his knees up to his chest. ---BAMF!---