[ Oof, when was the last time someone willfully called him by his full name? Probably his old man, some two years ago or more, now that he stops to think about it. Everyone else always called him Luka.
Luka lingers in the doorway to watch the exchange between Sephiroth and the kojin. For all that the beastmen look alike, this particular kojin wears the scars of age and battle rather prominently, carved into flesh and shell alike. Though he now caries a blacksmith’s tools in his belt, it wouldn’t be surprising to imagine a blade in their place instead.
Even when addressed, Masoto gives a final few swings with his hammer, reshaping the heated bar of steel laid across his anvil, and deposits it back into the forge with a pair of tongs before he deigns to reply. ]
Ah, there was word of a pair of adventurers had come a-calling. [ Clawed hands come to rest at his hips as he surveys Sephiroth, eyes ultimately landing on the broken blade in his hands. He extends a hand. ] Let me see.
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Luka lingers in the doorway to watch the exchange between Sephiroth and the kojin. For all that the beastmen look alike, this particular kojin wears the scars of age and battle rather prominently, carved into flesh and shell alike. Though he now caries a blacksmith’s tools in his belt, it wouldn’t be surprising to imagine a blade in their place instead.
Even when addressed, Masoto gives a final few swings with his hammer, reshaping the heated bar of steel laid across his anvil, and deposits it back into the forge with a pair of tongs before he deigns to reply. ]
Ah, there was word of a pair of adventurers had come a-calling. [ Clawed hands come to rest at his hips as he surveys Sephiroth, eyes ultimately landing on the broken blade in his hands. He extends a hand. ] Let me see.