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// 128: Jaxler's Crossbow Part 2 
// Story: My Little Fortress: Dawnpick 
// by Paaaad 
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Flux heads towards Jaxler's apartment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.  The custom crucible was no problem, and he had managed to take a mold of a stud that the armorers use.  Drawstring had finished with Jaxler's crossbow, and just in time, too.  Their caravan was waiting on Flux to pick it up so they could go.  He'd miss the piccolo... but Jaxler needed his crossbow more than Flux needed the piccolo.  With the bag of studs and the crossbow in his saddlebags, Flux knocks on Jaxler's door.

Jaxler yelled from inside his room, "WHO'S THERE?"

Flux jump a bit at his yell, but answer.
"Um... It's Flux.  Can I come in?"

Jaxler had until recently been in bed resting, but upon realizing that Flux was outside he was filled with excitement. He got up out of bed instantly and completely ignored his splitting head ache. But, before walking up to the door Jaxler grabbed a dagger out from under his pillow. "You made sure you weren't followed here, correct?"

Flux looks around, seeing nopony paying attention to him.
"Uh... yes?  Er, no?  Um... nopony followed me, I mean."

"Good," Jaxler then opened up the door, but still had his dagger out. "Come on in."

Flux quirks an eyebrow at the dagger, but follows Jaxler inside anyway, closing the door behind him.
"Um... they finished with your crossbow, and I, uh... have the studs, also."

Jaxler closes his door and sighs. "Good, then i guess that means we can get my crossbow back to it's original condition..." Jaxler then walked over to his cabinet and laid the rusty barbed dagger on it. "So... I Guess I should reattach those studs."

Flux nods and sets his saddlebags on the table as well, carefully pulling out Jaxler's refurbished crossbow.  It really was a thing of wonder, and Drawstring had done a wonderful job restoring it.  Platinum draw and mechanism, making it very wear resistant.  Encrusted with black opal to distract any foe, and balance the weapon.  He also pull out the unassuming bag, containing the adamantine studs.

Jaxler stood there awestruck to see his crossbow completely repaired. The old crossbow looked like something out of a dream. It looked exactly like it did when he first found it (but without the studs). "It... It... It looks almost exactly like it did... 28 years ago..."

Flux smiles at Jaxler, and shakes a few studs from the bag.  He then steps back a little, giving him some room to reunite with his old friend.

Jaxler stood there a few moments before walking up to the table and picking up his weapon. For the first time in years he wasn't inspecting it for damage but was inspecting the quality of his most prized and for a while his only possession. He pulled back the string, looked over each inch of the weapon and sighed with nostalgia when he was done. "T-thank you... thank you... thank you..."