The Cracked Anvil

      “GET OUT!”

      a deft hand slings her cup savagely at their retreating presence in one swift movement. her speed and power is unfailing where her precision now falters. the cup misses, and shatters against the doorframe.       hot tea drips from her arm. hot water gathers in the corners of her cloudy eyes. the sound of slow droplets hitting the tatami is deafening.

(link: http://magnumphoenixzx.deviantart.com/art/RWBY-Crows-and-Winter-572477662) So, you see this picture here? Pretty cool, right?

This was a drawing by my good friend MagnumPhoenixZX, a.k.a Alexander Darkbreaker.

So good, in fact, that some jerkish art thief on dA thought it was a good idea to steal the picture from him!

Don’t believe me? Does this look familiar?

(link: http://omega-mark3.deviantart.com/art/QrowWinter-598265683)

Mr Omega-Mark3 here apparently thought it was a good idea to re-line my friend’s work, add in crappy colour effects, and even dare to water-mark it as his own!

Better yet, in the description, he dare say it was a ‘commission’, when the original drawing was drawn for no such purpose.

Better yet, this jerk has stolen OTHER people’s works too and claimed it as his own!

For example, he took this picture:

And also crappily re-lined it like so:

(link: http://omega-mark3.deviantart.com/art/Maverick-Hunter-Zero-586594796)

To all my followers and anyone reading this post, I humbly request that all of you help out Alex here. Art Theft is absolutely despicable, and none of us are gonna be quiet about it.

So signal boost this post, and report Omega-Mark3 if you can! If you must, alert the other artists he’s stolen from (especially if you recognize the stolen art) and get them to file DMCA takedowns against their art ASAP! (Alex has already filed one for his, but who knows how long it’ll take?)

Blink.

Stare.

Blink Blink.

Staaare.

Mouth opens.  Mouth closes.

Blink, yet again.

Staaaaaare.

“Uhhhmmmm…”  How many blinks was that again?

“M-Miss…?  Y-You uhmm…”  A hand rose warily as it pointed at the top of her head.  “Y-You have a-a-a li-little….something.  I-In your h-hair.”  Which was probably the least strangest thing of the strange thing regarding him at the moment.

Right.

“What thing?” she asked.  “These?” She pointed to the three white petals on the right side of her face.  “Or this?” she asked, indicating the ladybug on her head.  She peered at him curiously.  “…You’ve never seen a Sylvari before, have you?”

He gave yet another blink, accompanied by a blank look.  “A….S-Sylva-ari?”  The craftsman had never heard of that word before.  Or that people.  Much less seen one before.

“Uhhh…”

He hadn’t heard of any of those places.  At least, as far as he knew, there were no such places in all of Valoran that had names like that.  Maybe she was from Ionia or Bilgewater then?  He didn’t really know much about those places, although he had been to Bilgewater before.  He momentarily glowered as he remembered a certain troublesome woman that he once had to deliver a commission to. 

“N-Nice to m-meet y-you…?”  He hadn’t heard of a Sylvari.  Apparently she was a…a…plant person.  That explained all the…plants.  “Uhmm…w-well…”  It was a bit forward of her, and now that he was put on the spot, he really couldn’t think of anything in particular. 

“H-How d-do you c-c-cut your ha-hair?”

Quickly she glanced around and tried to get a feel for the magical energy in the area.  She saw something interesting on a shelf and immediately went to investigate.  “Hey, what’s this?” she asked, her innate curiosity distracting her.  “And…where am I?”

Adelar’s blank look was still fixed on his face.

He really would have taken this situation better if someone had jumped out and shouted “Surprise!”  Sadly, there was no such punchline to this bizarre joke being played upon him.

“Eh?!”  He gave another blink and backed away a few steps from the plant-lady-person.  “N-N-No!  I-I-I-I wa-wasnt!”  Wait.  Where in the Void did the wolf come from!? 

And now suddenly her attentions had moved on to something else.  The Artificer breathed a quick sigh of relief.  Dealing with strange people such as herself really was stressful.

“Ah.  In the Cra-Cracked Anvil.  M-My shop.”  He didn’t quite realize that she was referring to a bit more than her immediate surroundings.

It was as if the laws of nature had suddenly suspended at his front door and now a strange limbo was unfolding before him with a crazy plant woman.

“N-Never heard o-of it.”

He was fairly certain that there wasn’t really such a place.   

“U-Uhmm…”  Adelar blinked in surprise at the woman.  He was surprised that her neck didn’t snap with as fast as she suddenly snapped the conversation in a new direction. 

“I-It’s a tho-thousand.  A-A-And y-yes.”  Although he wasn’t quite sure why she’d ask after the price if she didn’t even have the cash on her.

This was really a strange woman.

“I wonder what a good gift for a scholar-necromancer would be…”  she mumbled to herself.  then she turned back to the nervous man.  “Tell me, good sir, what sort of things are your wares used for?”

“A-A lot.”  It was a rather lame sounding answer, but it was as truthful as he could get without spending hours explaining what each and every item in his shop did.  “M-My wa-wa-wares ca-can do qui-quite a b-b-bit...  I-Is there so-something in pa-particular tha-tha-that you’re loo-looking for?”

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I will roleplay with everyone.

Blink.

Stare.

Blink Blink.

Staaare.

Mouth opens.  Mouth closes.

Blink, yet again.

Staaaaaare.

“Uhhhmmmm…”  How many blinks was that again?

“M-Miss…?  Y-You uhmm…”  A hand rose warily as it pointed at the top of her head.  “Y-You have a-a-a li-little….something.  I-In your h-hair.”  Which was probably the least strangest thing of the strange thing regarding him at the moment.

Right.

“What thing?” she asked.  “These?” She pointed to the three white petals on the right side of her face.  “Or this?” she asked, indicating the ladybug on her head.  She peered at him curiously.  “…You’ve never seen a Sylvari before, have you?”

He gave yet another blink, accompanied by a blank look.  “A….S-Sylva-ari?”  The craftsman had never heard of that word before.  Or that people.  Much less seen one before.

“Uhhh…”

He hadn’t heard of any of those places.  At least, as far as he knew, there were no such places in all of Valoran that had names like that.  Maybe she was from Ionia or Bilgewater then?  He didn’t really know much about those places, although he had been to Bilgewater before.  He momentarily glowered as he remembered a certain troublesome woman that he once had to deliver a commission to. 

“N-Nice to m-meet y-you…?”  He hadn’t heard of a Sylvari.  Apparently she was a…a…plant person.  That explained all the…plants.  “Uhmm…w-well…”  It was a bit forward of her, and now that he was put on the spot, he really couldn’t think of anything in particular. 

“H-How d-do you c-c-cut your ha-hair?”

Quickly she glanced around and tried to get a feel for the magical energy in the area.  She saw something interesting on a shelf and immediately went to investigate.  “Hey, what’s this?” she asked, her innate curiosity distracting her.  “And…where am I?”

Adelar’s blank look was still fixed on his face.

He really would have taken this situation better if someone had jumped out and shouted “Surprise!”  Sadly, there was no such punchline to this bizarre joke being played upon him.

“Eh?!”  He gave another blink and backed away a few steps from the plant-lady-person.  “N-N-No!  I-I-I-I wa-wasnt!”  Wait.  Where in the Void did the wolf come from!? 

And now suddenly her attentions had moved on to something else.  The Artificer breathed a quick sigh of relief.  Dealing with strange people such as herself really was stressful.

“Ah.  In the Cra-Cracked Anvil.  M-My shop.”  He didn’t quite realize that she was referring to a bit more than her immediate surroundings.

It was as if the laws of nature had suddenly suspended at his front door and now a strange limbo was unfolding before him with a crazy plant woman.

“N-Never heard o-of it.”

He was fairly certain that there wasn’t really such a place.   

“U-Uhmm...”  Adelar blinked in surprise at the woman.  He was surprised that her neck didn’t snap with as fast as she suddenly snapped the conversation in a new direction. 

“I-It’s a tho-thousand.  A-A-And y-yes.”  Although he wasn’t quite sure why she’d ask after the price if she didn’t even have the cash on her.

This was really a strange woman.

I will roleplay with everyone.