Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 17:24:53 GMT
Gage heads out of the store, plastic bag in his right hand and a thick paper bag in the crook of his left arm. Its a short walk to his house, the distance covered rather quickly as all he has to do is walk a couple of blocks and cut through one alley and he was at the back fence to his property. With a quick Soul Communication jump he is up and over the fence line and staring at his back door. Juggling the bags about he pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and slips them into the lock letting himself in to the main dining area.
Cutting through the dining room he sets the bags down in his work room, pulling out the several things that he had just bought from the store. Several two foot long rods of carbon fiber steel, a single piece of Ash wood carved from a tree with no knots in it at a foot and a half long, the last piece being steel rivets meant to set steel 'I' beam into concrete. Spreading the contents evenly over the workbench Gage leans over the table and flips a lock on the window, sliding it open and exposing himself to the warm summer air.
Pulling some rather large ducting nearby he lowers it over the table and directs the other end of the tubes to the window, flipping a switch on the wall turning on a fan that sucks air away from the table and blows it out the window as an exhaust. Picking up the first of the steel rods Gage holds it out in front of himself, green energy sparking in his hand for a moment before it takes the steel from him and holds it levitating in the air above the metal worktable.
Taking the other rods he adds them to the group, each one clinging to each other like magnets in the air. Holding out his hands to the sides of the metal he flares a small flame in his palms facing inwards and creates an orb of fire with the intensity to melt even the carbon steel. Spiking the temperature up even higher he pushes it, turning the metal white hot so that it floats in the air with waves of heat flowing off into the air vent. Stretching the metal out green Soul Communication energy pulls the metal into a bar, three and a half feet long and rounded to a tip.
Flattening one side he begins to form the blade, smoothing it and pressing it with his energy, sweat running down his forehead as he struggles to maintain the high temperature. With the blade now formed into a handle less sword Gage begins to form the cross guard, basing it off an image he found on the internet several days before hand where it is semi 'v' shaped. Compressing the steel he leaves a small hollow portion in the center for a special effect that he has planned for later. Spending several more minuets on it he eventually gets the steel hardened back to its prior hardness, leaving openings at the top and at the bottom of the guard. Now working the handle he molds it making it just barely big enough for both hands should he need to but its length would make it best for a single handed use.
Reaching away from the blade with one hand Gage realizes how tired his arm actually is getting, soreness setting into his shoulders. Gesturing over to the sink in the room an arch of green light leaps from his finger to open the faucet and pull water from the head. Filling the sink Gage floats the whole of the water into the air like a bubble, letting the water get to the point of about four or five gallons. Sweeping his free hand over he thrusts the blade into the water, the heat and water creating enough fog and steam instantly to blot out the room almost instantly. Now using one hand to hold the water and blade midair Gage uses his free hand to blow the room out, the fog dissipating into the fresh air of outdoors instantly.
Grabbing the blade Gage grins, grabbing a bit of blade high tension cord that he has in the shop, winding it about the handle in a back and forth cross design. Pleased with its look Gage holds it in one hand focusing his energy into the blade and handle, compressing the metal and handle down crushing it into almost nothing so that the material flows almost like water into the hollow portion of the guard. Pleased with the effect Gage uses a pinch of energy to attach some small bars to the back of the guard so that it can be used as a belt buckle. It was heavy for its small size, over four and a half pounds but it was perfect, leaving him with something that he can fight with even if he appears to be unarmed all the time. Pulling his own belt buckle off he hooks this one on and pulls his shirt over it to hide it from view.
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Cutting through the dining room he sets the bags down in his work room, pulling out the several things that he had just bought from the store. Several two foot long rods of carbon fiber steel, a single piece of Ash wood carved from a tree with no knots in it at a foot and a half long, the last piece being steel rivets meant to set steel 'I' beam into concrete. Spreading the contents evenly over the workbench Gage leans over the table and flips a lock on the window, sliding it open and exposing himself to the warm summer air.
Pulling some rather large ducting nearby he lowers it over the table and directs the other end of the tubes to the window, flipping a switch on the wall turning on a fan that sucks air away from the table and blows it out the window as an exhaust. Picking up the first of the steel rods Gage holds it out in front of himself, green energy sparking in his hand for a moment before it takes the steel from him and holds it levitating in the air above the metal worktable.
Taking the other rods he adds them to the group, each one clinging to each other like magnets in the air. Holding out his hands to the sides of the metal he flares a small flame in his palms facing inwards and creates an orb of fire with the intensity to melt even the carbon steel. Spiking the temperature up even higher he pushes it, turning the metal white hot so that it floats in the air with waves of heat flowing off into the air vent. Stretching the metal out green Soul Communication energy pulls the metal into a bar, three and a half feet long and rounded to a tip.
Flattening one side he begins to form the blade, smoothing it and pressing it with his energy, sweat running down his forehead as he struggles to maintain the high temperature. With the blade now formed into a handle less sword Gage begins to form the cross guard, basing it off an image he found on the internet several days before hand where it is semi 'v' shaped. Compressing the steel he leaves a small hollow portion in the center for a special effect that he has planned for later. Spending several more minuets on it he eventually gets the steel hardened back to its prior hardness, leaving openings at the top and at the bottom of the guard. Now working the handle he molds it making it just barely big enough for both hands should he need to but its length would make it best for a single handed use.
Reaching away from the blade with one hand Gage realizes how tired his arm actually is getting, soreness setting into his shoulders. Gesturing over to the sink in the room an arch of green light leaps from his finger to open the faucet and pull water from the head. Filling the sink Gage floats the whole of the water into the air like a bubble, letting the water get to the point of about four or five gallons. Sweeping his free hand over he thrusts the blade into the water, the heat and water creating enough fog and steam instantly to blot out the room almost instantly. Now using one hand to hold the water and blade midair Gage uses his free hand to blow the room out, the fog dissipating into the fresh air of outdoors instantly.
Grabbing the blade Gage grins, grabbing a bit of blade high tension cord that he has in the shop, winding it about the handle in a back and forth cross design. Pleased with its look Gage holds it in one hand focusing his energy into the blade and handle, compressing the metal and handle down crushing it into almost nothing so that the material flows almost like water into the hollow portion of the guard. Pleased with the effect Gage uses a pinch of energy to attach some small bars to the back of the guard so that it can be used as a belt buckle. It was heavy for its small size, over four and a half pounds but it was perfect, leaving him with something that he can fight with even if he appears to be unarmed all the time. Pulling his own belt buckle off he hooks this one on and pulls his shirt over it to hide it from view.
