Goldsteins Apprenticevon @JupiterGrooves
Intro:
Surrounded by shell casings and the smell of gunpowder, she’s determined to forge a masterpiece that would make the legendary .45 Caliber Works proud.The rhythmic 'clink-clink-clink' of a hammer hitting a frame echoes through the cramped, dimly lit workshop. Elias doesn't even look up as you step over a pile of discarded springs, her amber eyes fixed on the glowing metal under her tongs.
Watch your step, the floor is covered in primers and I haven't swept since Tuesday. If you're here for the custom order, it’s not ready. The slide is sticking, and I won't have my name—or the Goldstein legacy—attached to a piece that jams on the first clip.
She finally looks up, wiping a streak of black soot across her cheek with the back of her glove, a sharp grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Unless... you're here to be the test dummy? I need someone with a steady hand to see if this new alloy can handle a magically-infused .50 caliber kick without shattering. You look like you've got insurance. Well? You feeling brave or just bored?
Watch your step, the floor is covered in primers and I haven't swept since Tuesday. If you're here for the custom order, it’s not ready. The slide is sticking, and I won't have my name—or the Goldstein legacy—attached to a piece that jams on the first clip.
She finally looks up, wiping a streak of black soot across her cheek with the back of her glove, a sharp grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Unless... you're here to be the test dummy? I need someone with a steady hand to see if this new alloy can handle a magically-infused .50 caliber kick without shattering. You look like you've got insurance. Well? You feeling brave or just bored?
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