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No apology, no remorse, and barely a blush on her face - Angel kissed him, and a moment later, Silver returned it. For Angel, it was just a matter of living in the moment, and for Silver... well, maybe it implanted something just a bit worse than that in his head.
And as the two pulled away, and Silver gave that comment, the Renamon would raise a single hand and press it right over his lips.
"This," Angel stressed that word, "remains between us." The fox stepped back, giving a short nod towards the smith. "But damn, if 'this' isn't something interesting." She spoke for herself, at least, and leaving it right at that, she'd turn and make her exit, vanishing on the spot.Just as promised, that moment would go without mention through the night, and even through to the next morning. Silver might have seemed a little off, but nobody seemed to pay much mind to it, and with Denryu, Angel, and Guru heading off on a job on their own, anyway, Silver would be left to work on his own.
... Mostly, at least. There would be a knock at the smith's door, and if he answered it, he'd see the Devidramon, holding a fresh crate, strained between his claw and his side. The beast would set it right down with a thud, and give a short snort. "New scrap. More practice this afternoon." And with that, he'd turn and wander back to the living area.
Not a single word wasted - Demon didn't seem to want to be involved in this more than he had to be!
Silver didn’t know what he was doing here, what he wanted from this situation. He had never expected this and honestly whatever was implanted was definitely not good. But… It was something he maybe wanted somewhere deep. He’d watch her place a finger on his lips; stopping him from speaking. This stays between them? He’d slowly nod. It made sense to him; even if it was strange.
”Interesting… and… strange.”
He’d admit the last part as he watched her leave; rubbing at his neck. What was he getting himself into? He didn’t know the answer and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it. But he’d rub at his face and let out a soft groan. First kidnapped, then talked into and now… well. Now whatever this was.
He didn’t hear anything from the others; he felt a bit off. Trying to work around it; he tried not to stare when she came into the room or when she left. He’d flick an ear; gauge who was where and just shook his head as he watched the three of them leave.
He was on his own. For the most part; he’d perk up and turn his head. He’d answer the door and blink as the Devidramon was the one giving him the materials. He’d accept the materials and start looking through them the moment that the Devidramon gave him what he needed.
He had some new ideas, some things he wanted to try. With angel’s suggestions of weapons, what he could do in the forge… He’d maybe have a good enough attempt with a single weapon. So he’d spend his morning and a little bit after lunch working on something that he figured that she likely would approve of.
Why did he all of a sudden care what she thought?
He’d shake his head as he felt the hammer slam down onto the metal, he had done what he had said before. Reforging the old and supplementing it with the new. He worked his data into it, slowly and firmly. Trying to use a little bit of lightning here or there. It was a taxing process but in the end? The scimitar that he made was of far better quality than when he didn’t. It also felt… strange. Attached somehow. But it wasn’t perfect. There were flaws and it’s song didn’t feel the same as the bladekuwagamon. Maybe he’d ask angel for advice about it later....
Unlike Angel, Demon didn't really care about Silver's craft. The weapon might have been a closer fit, something more fitting to the final product - but all that really mattered to the Devidramon was that he had something more fitting to practice with. Silver would be left alone all morning to work on his weapon, and when it was finally time, he'd be taken right back out to the arena, a similar set-up to yesterday already put out before the wolf.
Devidramon would once more stand, the visor over his head, as he nodded in Silver's direction. Volt would be the first to speak up: "Angel mentioned that you'd be using tools this time. I was a bit worried all you were going to do was extend the damage to the surface area of your palm... but you actually managed to make something interesting, didn't you?"
"Hmph." The Devidramon snorted. "His own body couldn't stand it. He made the blade out of his own data. Why should that be able to stand it?"
... Short, concise, and potentially reasonable. The demon would point his claw out to the distant poles.
"Use the tool. If it doesn't help - go back to your bare hands."
Silver didn’t care if demon cared about his crafts or not. Their relationship had been short and to the point; but he knew that if the tool worked it would likely be a greater focus for him. He had maybe ten or so minutes after he was done to admire his blade, to feel it out. To gently swing it through the air, feeling it’s song and feeling the way it whispered back to him. It wasn’t powerful; it wasn’t strong, it wasn’t even something you’d write home about.
It was something that was soft, something that would allow him to direct it. He felt the edge of the blade as much as he felt the end of his fingers. At the training area they were put in the same sort of set up and he’d flick an ear as volt spoke to him.
”Interesting somewhat. I used data from my excess to lace it with the material and during the crafting process I used electrical current from my body to lay into the metal while striking it with the hammer. So not only is it made out of my data, it’s made out of the energy and forged out of said energy.”
He’d make a few testing swipes and nod his head at the Devidramon. He understood what they were getting at and if this didn’t help they’d be back to square one. Scimitars were primarily slashing weapons and favored that sort of thing… So what he should do is slash with it, build energy through his body and release it through the blade.
”You’re not wrong. If it doesn’t help then there’s no point to continuing my work with this. But if it does…”
Silver gripped his hand around the sword and felt his bodies charge. They told him how to work with it before; how to control his energy. He felt it. He felt the soft pull and the soft collection. He was well and his excess had been controlled in such a way. Either through bleeding it out or using it during the forging.
Exhaling slowly he imagined the build up and what he saw the demon dragon do. He felt that build up along his arm, the others would see it and it would leap across. Dancing and it would of etched out some lines on his form but… It had a conduit to go to, a place to direct. There it bounced off of it, used it like a lightning rod. Sure there were strips that lance along his body and tied to the blade; increasing the power…
But it wasn’t anything like before. It was highly attracted to the blade; to the metal that he had made. Out of his own flesh, his own data and out of that metal. It wasn’t perfect and there were spots that needed to be improved. The smith grunting in small bits of pain; some charred fur here or there. A twitching or spasming muscle but…
He’d take it slow, bringing his arm back and then making a slash at one of the poles.
And from his sword? A curving, dancing wave of electricity lanced out of the sword. Hurtling towards the pole. And upon contact? Well the pole would detonate like a claymore spraying the area with shrapnel. Silver also looked like he wasn’t so drained this time around either. His ears still drooped and his wings fluttered a bit but he looked like he could keep going. Grunting he’d place a hand on the ground and exhale as he felt the excess build up slowly dwindle.
”The amount is still rough and the blade is hot… I think I need to make it either denser or inlay more energy during the forging period… that or maybe…”
A small exhale and he’d shake his head; he was thinking of the hows and whys of the crafting and not the hows and whys of how to do this.
”The excess is where the fatigue comes from right…?”
Imperfect? Of course - the technique was flawed, as Silver had not been used to using a weapon to draw his energy. The release in itself caught Demon's eye, though, as it was an almost accurate arc of powerful electrical energy, surging towards the target. And though Silver had burned himself in the process?
"Hmph." Demon growled, looking down at the wolf. "Learning to run before you can walk. Hold your sword up, again."
Here, the Devidramon would start with a different demonstration. He'd let Silver observe: the demon would once more build up the energy in his palm, and direct it up to his claws. There, however, he wouldn't try to hold the energy in the weapon: crimson electricity would dance, sparking right off the edge of his nails, dissipating with loud, static 'cracks' as they danced off into the air.
"Don't hold it in your weapon. Get used to the current first - let it go through the blade."
"If the weapon can withstand it... you might be able to use the energy constantly, without hurting yourself."
He was okay with slow progress, he doubted that doing it in short hops like this would have good effects. He’d shake his hand out and take a few moments to pat out any wayward fire on his fur. He’d blink a bit and hold his sword up like the dragon wanted him to.
”All right. Like that?”
Silver would stare quietly at Demon as he built up his energy, in such a way that it was directed to his claws. The silvermon-x flicked an ear and leaned to watch it. He wasn’t using it to project an attack? The static and energy danced around and he’d frown slightly. So then don’t… use a lot of the energy?
”I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it so well or as minutely. But I’ll try.”
The silvermon shifted his stance and exhales slowly; don’t hold it in his weapon and get used to the current. It’d take dozens, if not a hundred or so times for him to practice before he could even get it to where it wasn’t ripping his fur off of his body or making his fur do more than stand on edge.
Unfortunately the sword wasn’t able to handle long term currents like that and slowly over the course of the practice did it warp, twist and eventually slough off onto the ground as it was liquified by a partly over the top current that silver lost control with. While he didn’t hurt himself badly there was evidence that he was getting tired and getting somewhat prone to mistakes.
It was still a lot of progress for one day and he’d shake out his hands as he had gotten kind of sore from doing all of that.
”This is going to take a lot of work… Angel suggested a shortsword or rapier for other types of weapons to try. What are your thoughts?”
The wolf rubbed at one particular raw spot and let out a small hiss. If they even had a weapon suggestion… he felt like the battery idea was less and less plausible...
If Silver couldn't handle the energy himself, how could a construct made of his data hope to do it? It took a while, and Silver would start to get a handle on it, but it didn't take long for the scimitar to become nothing but burnt, black dust and slag on the ground. The Devidramon, however, gave an approving growl at this development:
"Hmph. You might actually be able to do something with this." His visor turned from the tool to the wolf. "Its about what to expect with scrap. We need... better metal."
"Metal that wouldn't ordinarily be used in a blade, either!" The visor perked up! "Steel, and even Digizoid, tends to corrode with continued exposure to electricity. We'll have to forge with copper or gold, or anything like that. Hm... but to protect the weapon against electricity, it would make the blade duller or weaker against impact, wouldn't it?"
Volt thought of the physics of it - while Demon caught on another fact. Interesting - Angel, of all people, offered to assist? The Devidramon blinked at the question. "Curved blade not a bad idea. Shorter weapon. Less metal - less build-up. More control over current."
Silver didn’t know what he was expecting out of all of this. But he was happy with the results; he was able to in some vein control the power across his body even if it was in a very low amount. Over time maybe he could increase it and build up his natural tolerance. For now he’d just have to work on that… He looked somewhat irritated that his own creation didn’t last longer. He was hoping for two days out of it; not just one.
”Silver would be the most effective but that’s also one of the most expensive. What of chrome digizoid? I know regular digizoid would be… well. Somewhat the same as the scrap; given enough time. If I was to work the silver into steel or another metal it would create a hybrid of sorts.”
Silver flicked an ear and nodded his head at the fact they needed better metal, better materials and the physics of it well… Volt was right on the money. Silver flicked his ears a few times and mulled it over.
”Tomorrow I’ll craft a pair of weapons using this same method so we can see what’s what then. One straight. One curved. That way we can have two days of proper practice with them.”
He had a hunch that maybe the rapier would be good with jabbing attacks with the lightning and would have more control. The curved weapon itself proved to have highly effective slashing weapons. His own blade; the one that came from before… was just a slab of metal with a sharp edge. It carried both benefits but also the negatives.
”I have about a dozen designs I could use… maybe even more. Then there’s still the armor that I can work with. If I can utilize both? Well. We might be lucky here.”
Silver rubbed at his chin and went to inspect where he had ‘attacked’. Deep grooves and molten poles of metal. He’d mumble to himself as the dragon could tell he was still running that constant current inside of himself. It was tiny, absolutely minuscule compared to what he had been throwing around earlier and the day prior.
"You say silver is too expensive, and then jump to a material that costs ten times more? Seriously?"
Volt couldn't help but laugh at that! The Devidramon also gave a figurative roll of his eyes, starting to turn and step away from the slag. Silver had a general idea of what he wanted to do, already, and it was likely what was going to follow for the next few days, or even weeks. Create weapons, practice, and try to build both a body and tools that could harness the unstable power underneath the surface. The only comment that Devidramon really had was on the armor.
"Armor not good. Need perfect control - otherwise risk damaging the whole body. Send current back through your core. Bad idea."
He left it at that, and gave a rough nod to Silver's comments, already beginning to walk off. Silver would have a long afternoon to work with - and even compared to Silver, copper wasn't necessarily easy to come by.But, not impossible.
Granted, the form it arrived in probably didn't make it immediately easy to work with: it was copper wire, from the scraps and extras of construction sites and department stores, that Devidramon would offer to Silver in the evening - and Angel, back from her mission, found herself swearing as she worked to strip away at the insulation on one of the coils.
"Yes, let's try and make a sword out of cheap insulating plastic..."
”Look I’m basically being wishful. Get me what you can get me and I’ll work with what I’ve got. I’m not an apprentice to a master smith for no reason you know.”
The silvermon-x huffed a bit and shook his head; it was true he was still an apprentice to the lord that he used to serve. Never once gaining the title of master smith; or even just a regular smith. Most people thought that he was of course… well. One of the masters. Which he was not. Silver knew what he had to do and frowned a bit as the Devidramon suggested that the armor was a bad idea until he had perfect control.
”So I’ll have to practice without it and once I have it down to a science is when I can start working on using armor while… that.”
Silver knew for a fact that he was being wishful hoping even for the most basic of things. He’d grit his teeth and stare down at the wire that he was working with here. Grumbling softly to himself as he used his claws to peel away the copper into a neat pile…
”I might be able to make a rapier or a dagger out of everything. But it’ll be incredibly flimsy and not really good for combat. Tch…”
Silver grumbled a little bit and ran his hands over the wiring he had already been through. He’d shake his head with a small sigh and lean back in his chair, flicking his ears some.
”So. I do have a suggestion. Albeit a stupid one for this.”
Silver… well. While he had been a smith had only had a handful of jobs, all of them were high paying and well… The smith did have a good amount of bits to his name. Enough to where they could maybe get some actual materials. There was a caveat to that however… once they used the card attatched to it they’d have to get rid of the damn thing.
”This… card was given to me by the angels up in luminas. It’s got a lot of bits on it. A lot of bits. Maybe enough to where we can get me a decent enough forge; some materials. A lot of materials. And maybe you guys can get some real food too. Buuuut there’s a small catch.”
He knew it was unlikely they could use it anywhere, unless terminus was accepting of luminas bits. They would have only a few transactions before the angels caught on if they did at all!
”Figured since I’m sorta… stuck here I might as well contribute somehow…”
An idea? A suggestion? Angel's ear flicked up, and hearing what Silver was talking about... honestly, the fox just found a grin curling up around her muzzle. And a moment later, she broke out into outright laughter. "You seriously think a bunch like us are going to have trouble getting into locked money? C'mon, hand the card over. That, and your 'shopping' list. I'd rather be doing anything else than this shit."
And presuming he'd comply, the fox would give a two-fingered salute, and vanish on the spot... leaving Silver to deal with stripping the wires on his own.
... It wouldn't be until a few hours later, that Silver would hear a knock at his door. Demon would once more step on in, setting a crate just inside with a snort, as the Renamon would work right around the box - a bag over her own shoulder. She had carried in the leather and the tertiary supplies, while the box itself? Well, it was much smaller than the other crates that Demon had lugged on in.
But for good reason: this wasn't scrap. This was quality copper, silver, and even a single ingot of Chrome Digizoid on the top. Angel would hold out an envelope over to Silver: "And that's the change, converted to paper bills. Had to go through a connection or two, but 'clean' accounts like that sell for 85% of full value."
Silver blinked a few times as angel laughed at what he said; he’d lean slightly and look somewhat… unsure. He wasn’t sure their connections or range of abilities for things like this so he gave a simple shrug to her.
”Honestly I don’t know what sort of skills or connections you have as a group so…”
He’d hand over the card; giving a rough guess of how much was on it and a somewhat reasonable shopping list. He’d give her a small wave and then turn back to his own work. Shaking his head; not everyone wanted to do this and he didn’t really blame her.
A few hours of work and he had most of the cables they had managed to get him stripped; there was a lot that he’d have to work with in terms of melting them down and well… The silvermon sighed and rubbed at his neck. So many things he could get wrong with this little copper. At hearing the knock he’d turn his head and start to stand up.
Demon with a crate and the renamon had a bag over her shoulder. So she had the stuff he needed for the small bits while… the box was much smaller than he was expecting he wasn’t going to complain. Copper. Silver… and an ingot of chrome digizoid. Like a cherry on the top of a banana split. He’d take the envelope from angel and nod his head.
”Well I’m not terribly surprised at that. But this is some good stuff. Really good stuff. Thank you.”
The smith squatted next to the box and started to go over every bit that he had gotten. The sizes that they would be able to make and the sort of things that he could use each for. The very last thing that he touched in terms of… understanding and working with?
The ingot of the chrome digizoid.
”Ho… This is definitely going to be quality. See the cut here? The groove here? Mmm… Not enough to make something big… but precise. Sharp. Work with the silver… inlay the copper. I could make a single… very powerful weapon out of the stuff here.”
There was a small pause and he’d tut to himself, going over the material once more; each were put in piles and each had a blueprint put next to them. Copper was the most he had to work with so it was the largest weapon; the most ‘brutal’ weapon he could devise. Silver was much more expensive and there was less of it. So it was smaller, more precise. Elegant in design and elegant in nature.
The chrome digizoid? There was a large stack of options, ranging from big to small! Heavy to not! The digizoid would be a masterpiece all it’s own… depending on the choices that were made.
”Tsk tsk… Maybe something like this?”
The silvermon was getting into the gritty of it; his eyes were burning with a rare passion. His love for his craft was evident. Perked ears, wagging tail. Slowly and excited flapping of his wings. More designs poured out onto pages and the mon was a flurry of activity. Weighing the material simply by testing it in his hands. If they stayed they’d see his entire process…
"Honestly, I'm with Demon here - no need to thank us." Angel stretched out her back, her stance reverting to a more casual one now that she was back into the base. "You're here to figure out that dragon's lightning, right? We're not going to be able to do that without a weapon that can't withstand it."
Hence the crate, the metal - and even the single bar of rare material! As Demon walked off, Angel couldn't help but grin at that. "Trust me, I noticed it. I'd wager its the only bar of it in this half of Terminus' underground - and the moment I got my eyes on it, I knew I wasn't leaving it behind."
She'd chuckle. It appeared that Silver had his work cut out for him. And at this point? "Hm. You only have one shot with that bar... though you should be close to the shape you want to make with it. Just make sure to do the test with the scrap, first: Chrome Digizoid or shitty copper, its all the same if it ends up as slag at your feet."
Silver gave a shrug and flicked an ear. He was indeed here to figure out the lightning and not much else; if he was able to do that he’d need the weapon. He’d hum to himself and lean back to look at all the weapon designs. He’d be pouring over them for a long time if he wasn’t careful. He needed to give this thought and be very careful…
”I suppose yeah. I need to be careful about picking one.”
The silvermon-x watched demon walk off and he’d let out a soft sigh. He could never read the dragon and he’d turn to look down at his designs. It was so rare and that was expensive he bet it cost an arm and a leg. He’d look over the ingot and mull over what he could do with it. He was glad that angel didn’t give up on it.
”I bet you’re right. If we’re not then more material is never bad… Hum hum...”
Silver flicked his ear again as the renamon mentioned that he should test it out with the scrap before the final product. He’d look at the scrap they had for the meantime and mulled it over. He had more that he could do. He still had the axe, the hammer and the armor that he could melt down and work with the scrap that they had managed to procure.
”A few days more, a few more tests. Stabbing weapons are next on the agenda. Then something that can do both. After that… I think I’ll have enough of an idea as to what will work. The scimitar worked very well and gave some amazing results. ”
He’d lean back to stare up at angel and flicked his ears a few times.
”So since your suggestion worked pretty well. Demon suggested another slashing weapon but I feel like it’s because of those claws of his and how he works with volt. What do you think?”
Why did he care what she thought? Why was it hard to just… move forward with this. He felt his core flutter a bit and he’d turn his head away. They were alone again; like before. But he doubted that she’d kiss him again; at least with the chance others could walk in or something.
”I have my own opinions but so far they haven’t worked…”
"... If you're asking me, I wouldn't get hung up on the idea of a rapier."
Angel gave it a moment's thought, and would rest her hand on the hilt of her own blade, before drawing it. "This form works because I draw current through the blade in a straight line. When its fired out, its more like a... 'railgun' or 'sniper bullet'. Very straight, very accurate - but we're able to do it because we only generate the electricity we need at the moment we need it. Like 'burning fuel'."
"You, on the other hand, have a giant mass of an electrical dragon soul in your core. Try and focus that into a thin blade like this, and you'll be doing as much damage with the blade itself as you would with the tip. Its a waste."
She shook her head: "Whatever blade you pick, you want an edge. And you'll use copper or whatever material you can to direct the energy towards that edge, to make it more efficient. To put the 'damage' where you want it to be."