Making Friends

**Date Started:** July 4th, 2021
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play:** N/A
**Users Involved:** User:KontonMan, User:ThePirateKingmaker:
**Setting:** Clover Kingdom
**Characters Involved**: Fen Monroe, Ohdove Heartslamb

## Scrappy and Scraps

Fen Monroe needed a weapon.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Fen’s magic likely didn’t have any offensive capabilities. But Fen’s current theory was that it was because it needed a better way to be focused. So he decided he’d find a weapon that a Magic Knight could use, and use that to his advantage. He’d heard of this place through some of the names he knew. “Oh Gloves” or something. It was some shop that sold weapons that took forever to break, and that was if they even broke at all. What better weapon than that to suit Fen?

He had approached the shop, opening the door and entering. Fen was still deciding which weapon he wanted when he spoke. “Ring ring!” he exclaimed. “I need some shit.”

Ohdove Heartslamb was sharpening a butcher's knife on the counter as Fen entered. The bell over the door jingled, and with his words, her brown eyes snapped up. Her face was not amused.

The butcher knife spun through the air and sank to the handle in the floor in front of Fen's feet. Despite the difference in height, Ohdove looked up at the man and pointed towards the door. "Nice try, blondy. This isn't a tavern or a whorehouse. You're entering a business, and a respectable one. So either shove off or come in with some manners." She grabbed the knife from the floor, testing the edge on her thumb before she went back to sharpening.

Fen glared at the woman. He blinked. That had been an accurate throw, clean and precise. Was she the owner of this place? What was with people he met and having a butcher's knife? Fen scratched the back of his head.

"Did you just call me blondy?" he asked. "THE FUCK KIND OF NAME IS THAT-"

He stopped. Was this was Dion and Beks had talked about? With him getting too angry? Fen sighed. "Look, I just need a weapon or something. I don't know what kind yet."

Ohdove gasped and took on a look of both interest and pity. "A weapon?! No no no. I could never make a weapon for someone who struggles with memory problems as severely as you. I'll say it one more time." She took a deep breath in. "**LEAVE AND ENTER WITH SOME MANNERS!**"

"No offense lady," Fen said. "But why the fuck do I gotta leave the building and re-enter?! I was just super nice to ya! I need a weapon to unlock my super god magic, or something dope like that."

Ohdove ground her teeth, irritation flaring in her face. "One... TWOOO... THREEEEEE..." Cooling down, she cleared her throat. "Okay, okay. This one time, we'll forgive it. Okay, a weapon for super god magic. Hmm." She grinned. "Flex for me. Let me see what you're working with and then I'll now what I can work with."

Fen didn't hesitate, immediately clenching his muscles. His physique wasn't all too muscular in all honesty. Ohdove had a much better physical build than he did. Fen's was more that of an acrobatic, lithe and dextrous in comparison. "Super god magic weapon..." he mumbled to himself. "Here I come..."

Ohdove looked him over. Grabbing a measuring tape, she expertly measured his arms, legs, and specifically, his hand size. Zipping the line together, she grinned at him. "Cute. You're like a skinny little dandelion." Tapping her chin, she grabbed a pen and started drawing on the underside of her arm. "Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. **HOLD ON. HOLD ON.**"

"DANDELION?! THE FUCK?!" Fen roared with anger, though he didn't adjust his current position. He had been very tempted to flip out and attack, but he needed this weapon if he wanted to join the Golden Dawn. Now that was a Squad that he belonged in, none of those others really felt right...

Fen looked towards Ohdove. "Lady, how long are you gonna keep feeling me up? Where's the super god magic weapon?!!"

Ohdove flicked Fen in the ear, hard. "My name is Ohdove, Cotton Dandy! Dandruff Lion! Blondy Baby Butt!" She waggled a fist under his nose, an arm slung over his shoulder and her powerful grip around his neck firm but not threatening yet. "If you want to keep yelling and think you want to pick a fight, look around you and tell me what you see." She pointed to all the scars of weapons and magic that lined the walls. "I'm used to people thinking they can rough me up or yell at me and boss me around. So unless you wanna be sneezing out your ass after I push your nose down your throat, we're gonna speak nice to each other, and I'm going to show you some options, and you're gonna pay what I ask, and then we're gonna go our own paths. This is your last shot. So. First question." She let go of him, staring him in the eyes. "What is my name?"

She was strong. Despite not being a Magic Knight, Ohdove's physicality showed years of definition. She possessed the willpower, and a sense that she would not take anything rude without fighting back. Fen looked into her eyes and blinked a few times. "I'm actually being so fuckin' nice, Ohdove lady! I'm just tryna get the super god magic weapon so I can become the next Magic Knight Captain! I'm not gonna not pay you, I'm just here for the good shit you make! Beks told me about you and this place and all the shit."

Ohdove smiled and nodded. His whole attitude had changed, so she would too. "Good, I'm glad you know my name. So with your physicality, I'd suggest something long and light." She showed him what she had drawn on the underside of her arm. A long spear, with two sharp points jutting from the sides. "Beks speaks a good word for me. And if you're a friend of Beks, and you're gonna be a knight, then I have an idea. I'll make you your weapon. I'll even use a day's portion of magic to make it the best god damn spear under the sun. And it'll carry you all the way to Captainhood. But if you ask, you tell them you got it from me, you got it? I'll be the Qualitysmith who armed a god damn Captain." She spat in her hand and held it out. "Oh, and also, it's not a magic weapon. It's just the best spear under the sun. Deal?"

"When the flying fuck did you manage to draw that..." Fen stared at the sketch Ohdove had made, listening to the rest of her words as he did so. The spear itself looked strong, useful. He glanced back up at Ohdove, spitting into his hand and clasping it against her own. A grin had found its way onto Fen's expression.

"It's a fuckin' deal." he began. "I'll use the spear and become the fuckin' Captain of the Golden Dawn. And I'll tell 'em all about you, Ohdove lady."

The Quality Mage grinned and nodded back to him. "I need a name from you, boyo. I'll engrave it alongside mine on the weapon. Quick smart now, I think I have good materials on hand and I'm topped off with Mana."

"Fen," he replied. "Too broke for any other letters."

"Or manners. But I'll let it slide because you have good choices in Mage Smiths." She moved behind the counter, filling out an order form. "I'll get to work. Twenty-four hours and I'll have it done." Her grin grew wider. "The first of many Ohdove's Masterpieces for the Trials this year."

Fen smiled. "See you tomorrow then, lady."