In Search Of Lost Arts

Summary:
December 30, 2014: Babs go in search of more information of The Fox

Lost Arts - Gotham

Nestled in the cheaper corners of the West Side, the medium sized shop is a tribute to the way things used to be done. A forge, fired by an old fashioned bellows burns away and the clang-clang of hammer on metal rings across the block.


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Lost Arts is a… well it might almost be trendy if it weren't so resolutely old school. Nestled in the cheaper corners of the West Side, the medium sized shop is a tribute to the way things used to be done. A forge, fired by an old fashioned bellows burns away and the clang-clang of hammer on metal rings across the block. Kane stands over the heat and the anvil, dripping with sweat as he batters hot iron into shape. The shape today is Horseshoes. The GCPD have put in another order. They seem t like his. Off to the side a growing pile of sturdy, well made examples is collecting.

Else where in the shop his fellows and apprentices saw logs, quite literally, for a set of cabinets to be and tend pile of animal hides that will in a couple hours be well on the way to becoming leather for a coat another client ordered.

Kane can do all of those things and more. If it's old fashioned and working with his hands, he's probably learned. There's some modern equipment in the back for jobs that just absolutely need it, but other than that he prefers to make everything by hand and he's one of those rare people who makes things so well he can make you think that this is the way it should always be done.

***

After the incident, meeting, how ever you want to call it, with the Fox Masked man the other day, Oracle has been interested. The man might have acted a little high handedly but he did fight ghouls, gave good information on how to fight them, healed Agent May (and got punched for it) and didn't hurt her team. These are the not actions, generally, of someone who has bad intentions; perhaps just interesting methods.

She's been reviewing the footage of that night, looking for subtle clues as to his identity and one things led to another and lead her to this quaint little, or perhaps, not quite so little shop and she's done some research into what it offers. She's looking for a premise to be there.

Entering the store, the first thing Babs Gordon notices is the heat. It's not immediately obvious why it's so warm in there, but it is warm enough to have her shrugging her overcoat off and laying it across her knees as she moves further into the store.

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Kane has no idea he's been electronically followed. In truth, the Oracle is enough rumor and mystery that he's never heard of her in a way that would make him think she's something that exists. And he doesn't know the full range of what she can do either or he'd have chosen his way home more carefully. As it is he's blissfully unaware that the woman in the wheelchair who just came into his little smithy is the same woman who gave him light at the Ghoul fight.

The front of the store is all shelves for wares. Pots, pans, knives, weapons - mostly decorative - and other wooden, metal and leather things. There are racks for garments, shelves for sturdy birdhouses and fence-planking and other things. Behind that area, but easily viewable from to the public and accessible so long as no one stops you is the actual work area. So it will soon become clear to Babs that the reason it's warm in here is because Kane is stoking the fire to heat up another batch of horse shoes.

Or he was. The sweat soaked Kane looks up when he hears the bell and calls out "Be right there!" He pulls his irons out of the fire and doffs his protective gear, leaving him in work pants, boots and a black A-frame as he comes up front. "Hey there Miss. Welcome to Lost Arts. I'm Kane, the owner. Looking for anything in particular?"

***

The appearance of Kane, causes Babs to stop momentarily before she collects herself "Looks like you work here too." the redhead smiles. "Yes, something specific. I've been told do custom orders and I was wondering if they include items of clothing." She indicates the racks for clothing "I can see that perhaps you do."

Moving to the racks she looks at the items displayed "Are these your own work and design?" She lightly touches a leather jacket hanging there, seemingly admiring the craftsmanship.

***

"A lot of them are." Kane says in that manner that a craftsman proud of his work will. "Not all of them, of course. I have two partners and two apprentices but yes, a lot of them I make, and many more I have some level of involvement in. What kind of garment did you have in mind? We work mostly in leather and linen here. Traditional european stuff. I'm best with overgarments but I can make you something more normal so long as it isn't too fancy. Otherwise you're best served with a tailor."

***

Height and approximate build match, Babs notes that, but there are many who would and do fit those criteria.

"The garment I want… is coat, long coat. Preferably made of leather." the redhead looks up at the 'smith'. "It's strange I've not heard of this shop before, I grew up in Gotham. Have you been here long?"

***

"Yes and no. Shop's been open, oh, about three years. I leanred my trade from another old fashioned craftsman." Kane goes to get a measuring tape off the counter where an old fashioned crank register sits. "Alright. Just going to take your measurements now… Anyway, so it seems like a long time though I suppose it's not. We do well enough. Sell a decent volume of handicrafts and have a couple major clients."

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As Kane gets the tape measure, Babs laughs lightly "Not for me… it wouldn't really suit. It will be a gift for a friend. Tell me what measurements you need, I'll get them for you." Tilting her head at the young man, she looks questioningly at him "3 years… is still a good time, it could seem like a lifetime to some." The redhead smiles up at Kane "What type of handicrafts? If you don't mind me asking."

***

The smith/tanner/carpenter/tailor chuckles. He'd gotten the tape around her shoulders before she tells him otherwise. "Ah yes. Fair enough. Er, chest, waist, outer arm to the wrist and inner arm from the shoulder to the wrist. And the neck. That should do. Do you have a preferred cut or style or anything?"

Kane lays the tape measure aside and leans on the supports of one of the shelves. "Oh all kinds. So long as it's 'traditional' and by that I mean mostly european though I've leanred some asian styles as well. Leather, wood, linin and iron are my main materials but I also do precision jobs when the task demands it. Got a some machines in the back for when I can't not use them. I prefer the old hammer and forge though."

***

Given he's greeted her dressed as he is, Babs isn't surprised "I can see you prefer the old hammer and forge method." she murmurs dryly before nodding at the measurements required "I have a style in mind, I'll get it sketched or find something that resembles it closely… " she nods "Have you examples of these handicrafts to show, I'm a child of the modern era and 'traditional' could mean a number of things."

***

"Oh sure… here… you'll have to stop me if I go on, though. Traditional artforms are one of the few things I can really get into…" Kane reaches over and hands Babs a wooden duck. No really. It's a carving of a duck, more artistic than functional, made of polished walnut and painstakingly created, it's easy to see. There are small ridges and depressions, imperfections there because hand tools can't match machine precision, but they simply serve to give it a more lifely quality. And it's incredibly detailed, down to the feathers on the wings. "That one took me a few days of solid work." He says with a simle.

"Then there's… oh… these…" He holds up a wrought iron pot, and another large skillet. "Cookware, people often want. Iron's handy for some specific applications…"

He nods up to the staff of a recurve bow sitting next to a single edged blade made of patterned steel. "Made both of those here too. Also that long coat behind you, the brown one, and those linin peasant type shirts. They're light and they breathe. I don't weave but one of my fellows does and I do the stitching."

***

The duck is really quite amazing and Babs turns it over in her hands as she examines it, tracing the lines with her fingers "It is really quite amazing." she murmurs before looking up at Kane and looking at the rest of the items. Cookware, is cookware… the weaponry, is really quite good but it's the long coat that catches her attention "That's similar to what I want for my friend" she says as she nods to it "Have you sold many like that one?"

***

"Mmmmmm…" Kane picks up the coat and looks it over. It's sort of a cross between a duster and a stylishly cut robe. "Well depends on how you mean 'like' that one. No two of anything that comes through here is exactly alike. One of the charms and frustrations of handcrafted goods. But I've sold a fair few long coats this winter. This cut is… eh, probably not the most popular one. People either want something more modern or more ren-faire."

***

Babs gives a small, short laugh "Similar, I guess, I know they can't all be the same… so this type of style, there wouldn't be many wearing something like it?" The redhead tilts her head and looks at the craftsman.

***

"No, I suppose not." Kane chuckles, hanging the coat back up. "It's not like we're exactly Armani over here. I do brisk business but people do not come far and wide to buy coats from me."

***

What Babs really wants to know now is if this guy is a druid and short of asking him outright, which would just seem odd, she's got no way of finding out… yet. Time to find reinforcements

"Well Mr….. I'm sorry, you said your name was Kane? That coat is very close to what I'm looking for. I'll get the measurements you requested and return with my full requirements."

Babs smiles and holds out a hand to the man "My name is Babs, Babs Gordon, thank you for taking the time with me today."

***

"My pleasure Babs." Kane takes her hand and shakes it. Since she seems to be making ready to leave he acccompanies her doorward, stopping to grab a small wooden flute. "Here, why don't you take this. And come by any time. We're generally open fairly late and if I'm not here one of my associates will be." Though he's often here.

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The flute receives a puzzled look from Babs. "Thank you. That's very kind of you." Spending a few moments inspecting it she casts Kane a puzzled look "I'll drop by soon."

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