12679/Forging the Flameblade... finally
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| Forging the Flameblade... finally | |
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| Date of Scene: | 04 September 2022 |
| Location: | The Forge |
| Synopsis: | Blade is finalized for Alexis. Flameblade lives. |
| Cast of Characters: | Colborn, Alexis Carr
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- Colborn has posed:
Working away on his own project seems to be the way Colborn fills time between commissions. He's had the billet for the flameblade, or whatever it will be called, prepared for further work. A message was left with the client... but today, Colborn has been incorporating techniques that he developed for that blade, into his own work.
He has managed to get the energy transmission filaments into place in the steel, and has been drawing it out. It's more difficult and time consuming to do so with a metal he's worked on for three years to make effectively as durable as adamantium.
Each strike of his hammer involves physical force, as well as molecular manipulation via his mind. But that is... again, just a way to kill time. He's finished all of his custom pieces but one, and he just loves doing the work... bang bang.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
The actual 'client' had not been in communication, though it is the fencer, the ballet teacher who arrives into the shop, wearing a light jacket and shaking off her umbrella outside the door before she pulls her hood back.
She takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, listening to the ringing of the hammer as Colborn works his craft. She's patient, waiting her turn to be noticed.
- Colborn has posed:
Well, the old fashioned bell rigged to the door jingles, and one more hammer-clang is heard. Then some rustling sounds before the door to the back room slides open.
Colborn steps out and spying the dancer he spoke with before, he inclines his head. "Welcome back to The Forge. I hope that you are well." he says before stepping over to a mini-fridge and pulling a bottle of water out of it before opening it and taking a sip.
After that, he closes his eyes to savor the feel of the cool water going down his throat before turning his attention back to the young woman. "I had hoped that the wielder to be of the blade would be arriving. It is important that she be involved in the process of the forging. If only to make sure the measurements and weight is precisely calculated properly."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Ringy dingling!
Alexis gives a small, embarassed smile, and she gives a shrug of her shoulders.
"Unfortunately... the end user is me." she explains simply. "There was no other person. Mostly looking for something as a quirk of mine." she replies to Colborn with honesty, "though you might have guessed that it was in fact for me."
- Colborn has posed:
Shrugging o ne shoulder, Colborn nods slowly, "I did. But I wanted to do you the respect of behaving as if I had not. People keep secrets for a reason, and I will not be the one to reveal such things."
With great subtlety, he telekinetically locks the front door so there will be nobody interrupting or coming in to see what is going on. "Your weapon is at the stage where your input is desired. Are you ready to give it?"
He pauses and adds, "I do things in an old way, that involves working the blood of the intended wielder to create something of a bond... at least emotionally. If that bothers you, I can leave that part out."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"Depends on what kind of input you're looking for." Alexis replies, adjusting her hair one moment before Colborn explains the special ingredient. She straightens up a moment, the dimuinitive woman looking to Colborn before she takes a deep breath "I was... unaware that was a condition of the creation. What's the benefit? The bond -- what, magical? Metaphysic?"
- Colborn has posed:
"It is not a condition. It is merely something I do as a tradition. I do not work with mystical or magical means at all. Power does not mean magic." offers Colborn with a smile.
But he leads into the back room and says, "If you do not wish to infuse your own essence into the blade, you do not need to. It is quite literally just a habit that I have made over the years."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"What are you, secretly a blacksmithing vampire?" Alexis quips out, and she shakes her head, following behind Colborn.
"I'm Italian. My family is all about traditions, weird ones included."
- Colborn has posed:
Smirking, Colborn nods his head, "You have caught me. That is exactly what I am. I feed the blood to the steel so that it can live forever." Total deadpan. Not even the hint of a smirk... for about three seconds before he just smiles and reaches into a storage container to retrieve the metal he'd been preparing for the sabre. It is already drawn out mostly, and if one looks close, they can see tiny little traceries running through the metal. Those traceries look golden or bronze within the silvery sheen of the steel.
He turns to face Alexis and holds it out, "If you would please take hold of this, and extend your arm as if you were executing a lunge.. but hold it there."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Alexis gives a smile. "Hey, it's a fair question. There's politics running specifically on anti-vampire platforms currently in NYC. Quite concerning, actually." she replies, and she accepts the metal, drawn out, and she looks at the veins running through the metal with gold, bronze hues. She looks at it with a little wonder -- it's no small feat, actually, to make her stare with wonder at the worked metal, and then she draws it to the side, stepping effortlessly into the grace of a fencer, and she doesn't just 'as if you were' -- she executes the lunge, and holds it at its full extent.
"Like so?"
- Colborn has posed:
Watching closely, Colborn nods his head, "Just so." he remarks. Then he moves in closer and circles about. It's almost like he is inspecting her stance. But that is not precisely what he is doing. He is visually measuring muscle tone, length of stride, of reach... of balance, and then he looks to the blade. "It needs to be seven centimeters shorter." he intones, "And three grams lighter."
That said, he steps over and reaches to wrap a hand about the unworked blade. "May I?" he asks before just yanking it away. And now that she has revealed a secret about herself to him, he feels that it is only fair to return the favor.
As such, he is not about to grind away metal to hone the blade. He is working it to the right mass and size.. and then he plans to -work- the metal another way.
Once it is in his hand, he reaches his other hand for the tip of the blade, and begins working the solid .. though not heat treated yet... steel like so much clay with his fingertips. Working the metal off and onto the floor. Removing the length -and- mass in a precise set of movements that shouldn't be possible.
"Here. Try again, and tell me if it feels... better."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Well, Alexis hasn't shown why she needed heat transferrance of the metal, but she gives a wry smile as she pauses to watch Colborn work.
But then she watchis his manipulation. The steel moving easily as he draws the metal out with his bare hands.
She opens her mouth, her brows knitting as she looks to the metal in the hands of the master smith, and she takes a breath.
The metal is returned to her, and she draws it up and gives a nod of approval.
"Remarkable -- both your assessment and your skill. So... are you a mutant then? Or just someone with an interesting story to tell?" she inquires with a smile.
- Colborn has posed:
"I am... something else. I hardly think that you would believe me if I told you the truth. Let us just say... that I am someone from a people who might count as the Earth's -very- first mutations. But... that might be similar to cultural appropriation." says Colborn as he takes the metal back. "I have been forging blades for more than a thousand years. So that explains my experience in these matters." And then matter of factly he says, "You wanted a single edged sabre, yes? Do you want the back of the last few inches sharpened?"
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"Fascinating... and oh, I've run into some odd things in my time." Alexis replies, and she leans back against the wall to keep herself out of the way of Colborn's work.
"But I'm very curious. More than a thousand years, the things you've seen, the things you've done. Even the last twenty years has been chaotic." she gives a wry smile.
"The point-ward side? Yes. Better for back-slashing ropes. Buckling swashes. Giving the ruffians what-for."
- Colborn has posed:
Nodding, Colborn gets down to work. He summons his hammer. And by summons, I mean it floats across the room to his hand. Then a few moments of concentration, and the billet becomes red-orange hot as he holds it to the anvil and begins working the shape with precise powerful strokes.
"Do you wish for me to make a blood-line in the blade?" he asks. "It is one of my trademarks for a true combat weapon. Using the blood of the intended wielder. Just a few drops.. I weave it through the metal... looking like a line of red along the point where the edge bevel meets with the core of the weapon. It is not necessary as I said. But the choice is yours."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"Ah, so that's the point of having a bit of yourself in your blade then?" she questions, her head tilting a moment as she looks to her calloused fingers, stained with bow rosin.
"... is the ah... donation in a sanitary manner, do I have to cut my palm with a cursed blade?" she questions, looking back over to Colborn in mixed curiosity.
- Colborn has posed:
Smirking, Colborn looks back to the blade and then he gestures once more. A cup of clear liquid floats to his hand, with a sharp knife resting in it. "I always keep a blade in a sanitary solution since I have this yucky habit of putting blood into the work."
But he gestures to it and says, "Again, if you do not want to do this, you do not have to. I will happily do it without your blood. Again, the question is whether or not you wish a blood line in your blade."
- Alexis Carr has posed:
"No, no now you've gotten my curiosity piqued." Alexis replies, and she looks to the blade in the sanitary solution. She holds out her hand for the cup.
"Just a couple of drops is all you need, correct?" she aks, eyebrows rising up.
- Colborn has posed:
The cup quite literally floats over to Alexis, holding steady. Telekinesis is awesome. But Colborn steps aside to give access to the blade. "Just a few drops. I can spread it throughout the steel. It does not matter -where- it goes on the steel, so long as you do get it on there." he says. But he's just standing aside for now, waiting.
- Alexis Carr has posed:
Alexis gives a little, nervous smile, and she takes up the blade. She examines it a moment, carefully running her thumb across the point to test for sharpness. She steels herself a moment, dancers (and fencers) aren't really scared of pain per se, but this was an unusual situation, even for her.
So, she presses the blade to her pinky finger, and allows a few drops of her blood to fall on the metal that Colborn has been working.
- Colborn has posed:
Nodding his head, Colborn holds out a tissue. "For your finger." he says before turning to regard the steel. His hands come up and he grips the steel, thumbs beginning to rub the steel. As he works.. the metal begins moving, and the blood seems to seep in to the metal. Almost like it was water soaking into a sponge.
It just takes a few minutes and the blood seems to have entirely disappeared. "Now. If you would be so kind as to grab those tongs and help hold the blade in place. It helps to give you more of a feeling of being one with the weapon if your hands help to shape it."
