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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2020 21:46:11 GMT
Why did he pick this location?
In truth the reason even evaded him, it wasn’t the best location for his type of work. But the abundance of water and the natural minerals of the various parts of the archipelago eventually turned out to be a boon in disguise. Even if his work made the place seem a bit strange to those that lived there.
Clashing lightning, roaring thunder. Ominous clouds above his work station; a workstation he had managed to convince the angels to set up here for him. He had explained to them the danger of his form and the extreme amount of energy he was constantly emitting. They didn’t believe him at first but after some attempts at his work they were quick to wise up.
That being said? The Ancient_Anubismon gritted their teeth and brought down a hammer made out of the electricity. Bringing again the sound of lightning, the crackle and outlandish thunder that made waves through the water around his choice of locale. A single island that sat at the end of the chain.
A place that often saw no visitors due to the fact it was mostly sand and rock; but that was perfect for him. The less danger that people were in the better; the less that could hear his strange chittering as he worked the better!
His workshop was an open roofed smithy with only one section of it being closed. Where he kept all his papers for designs and the one place his bed was. Otherwise the rest of the time he’d be under the duress of the elements. Hoping to exhaust himself only seemed to make his core spin and pump out more energy.
It was one particular hammer blow that brought such an intense blast of lightning that he even seemed to damage what he was working on. Making him blink a few times and inspect the item. No it seemed to be just gaining a super-charge like some of the other weapons that were currently grounded outside. Stuck into various rocks or deep into the sand. One such item was still humming with energy; a massive sword that only a giant could wield!
”Hmm… Another six or seven blows and this one will be complete…”
The mon sighed and began to swing again; the second and third bolts of lightning would strike and he’d lose all sense of time. Working on his forge diligently! Whispers and tales of his works would start to reach out; those that visited would only see a strange mon working at an endless forge of energy… before leaving out of fear.
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Post by Clayton Herron on Jan 28, 2021 20:38:42 GMT
Clayton held his hand close to Zu's blade, running his fingers along the length, a few nicks and quite a few signs on age were pretty evident on the blade. He was still in his human state holding the sword, no matter how hard he ran his fingers against the sword he didn't feel them get cut. "Huh, so you really can only be held by Digimon." Clayton let go of the blade letting it fall to the ground, as he did they turned back into their digimon form Zubamon. "Indeed, no matter how hard you try as a Human you won't be able to cut anything, even yourself." But that wasn't the main problem, Clay had found her in the desert and pulled her out of some stone, it was pretty clear from then on that the desert wasn't a good place for a weapon. How long she was in that stone was anyone's guess at this point or why Clayton could pull her out was a mystery to the both of them.
Since that point she had tried to find someone who could fix her blade, she could heal any wounds she had but her blade was something else, something she took care of and now here it was, all messed up and busted. It almost made her want to cry. They had tried many different smiths around the digital world, most didn't think they had the ability to fix her or some claimed they did but they were WAY out of the teens price range. Clayton had promised to help her out but at this point Zu might've been worse off then his wooden sword as Kotemon.
They were at a loss on what to do but eventually they heard tale of someone around the Southern part of the digital world, a strange digimon with a forge that many seemed to see and just simply go on their way. With nothing else to go on the two of them decided to seek this digimon out. Standing near the water with his hands in his pocket, Zu in sword form by his side as the teen look around the area. "Why would a Smith be around here? Though I suppose I don't know too much about that kinda craft."
Eventually after wandering they heard the sounds of banging throughout the area, blow after blow made them a bit easier to find once Clayton started following just the noise, eventually the first thing he saw was many weapons littering around the area, the loud sounds of the hammer were all he could hear as he stepped closer, Getting a good look at the digimon in question, they were a lot bigger then he imagined, quite threatening looking also. Clayton would be lying if he said he didn't have a small amount of fear in the back of his mind.
Still his optimism won through and he figured they couldn't be too bad or at least he hoped they wouldn't be too bad. Walking up Clayton brought Zu out and held the blade in his hands. "Um, Excuse me Sir? Er or Ma'am I- Eh." His words got tounge tied as they tend to do around new people, or digimon in this case but his want won through. "I'm looking for a Blacksmith that can help my friend here, We've been too some but they don't know if they can fix the blade." Clayon said holding Zu up slightly before the larger digimon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2021 4:55:11 GMT
Several more hits were all that he needed; the ancient_anubismon looked down at the sword. Turning it this way or that and nodding to himself. The jackal setting it among the others with a small smile. He’d flick his ear after a moment hearing something out on the outer parts of his forge. It sounded like he had some company; he wasn’t exactly sure if he was ready for more people given what he had been going through.
But then he was gifted with the sight of the human and their companion. A sword at their side that the ancient digimon recognized immediately. The digimon didn’t move; allowing the other to approach first. Tilting his head to one side; hearing them greet him Silver would adjust himself. All six of his eyes lining up one after another to stare down at Clayton. It had taken some time for him to work out how to speak regular code again; though his accent was thick and heavy compared to those from the more local years.
”Sir or Silver will do.”
He’d rumble softly and reach down to take Zu from the youth; his eyes appraising the blade from head to toe. A thumb sliding along the edge of it; not seeming to be bothered if he had cut himself with it if he even could. There was a small breath and he’d tut ever so softly.
”Who hurt you little one?”
The question might as well been rhetorical to some but it seemed like silver had a habit of talking to inanimate objects or that he firmly believed that each sword had a soul to speak to. In this case he was holding a living breathing digimon. He’d set zu off to one side; next to many of the the various metals he kept here. Adjusting himself and staring down. Comparing the hardness of each and mumbling to himself.
”I can fix them.”
There was no price. There was nothing to him that anyone could give him that would be worth his work. So he worked on his own accord and his own desire. Silver’s hands shifted and moved to pull some small ingots from a basket. Digichrome ingots were some of the rarest materials out there but… a lot of weapon type mons were made out of the stuff.
”There’s a tea kettle in the other room. Put it on and get comfy. The damage is deep. But that never stopped anyone from healing.”
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Post by Clayton Herron on Feb 16, 2021 7:19:27 GMT
Clayton looked dead on as the smith looked at him with all six eyes, part of Clay could feel a bit of fear in the back of his throat. He was pretty new to this whole digimon thing after all but he held strong waiting for the reply, which the first one was their name Silver. Deciding it would be probably the right thing to do Clayton smiled before saying. "It's nice to meet you Silver, my names Clayton Herron." Figuring it was only the right thing to do, someone gives you their name you give your own.
Then Silver took Zu from him, looking at the blade, even brushing his fingers across the blade as Clayton had done before, with a soft tut he questioned who hurt the blade. Clayton didn't know if this was an honest question or not but decided to answer it anyway.
"I found her in the desert, they were stuck in the ground. I don't know how long though."
As for how Clayton found her, that required a lot more explaining that he wasn't really ready to do at this moment, still he waited as Silver looked at the blade before setting it down to the side and looking over at the metals around him before uttering that he could fix them. Instantly it felt like a weight was lifted off Claytons back, he was worried since this was the last place they could look. Before he could ask if there was a price or anything they mentioned a tea kettle in the other room.
"Ah, alright then. Thank you so much."
Part of Clayton wanted to stay and ask to watch, actually old school style blacksmithing wasn't something he got to see everyday and he would lying if he said it didn't grab his interest pretty quickly. Before he could say anything though he quickly bit his tounge deciding he'd probably only get in the way. Plus he just met them and he didn't want to seem annoying so Clayton just quickly walked into the other room to do as Silver suggested.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2021 16:00:23 GMT
”A pleasure.”
Silver rumbled a little bit and adjusted; looking over the blade. Trying to understand what he was looking at. What he could feel from this younger digimon. He’d tut softly and pause at hearing that they found her in the desert and in the ground. The smith didn’t look all too surprised.
”A common practice for swords of legendary nature to be left alone in locations that once held great value. A living one such as this… mm.”
The smith hummed to himself and quietly seemed to set to work, comparing metals to the sword that he was gifted with. Reforging the blade would also mean taking care of the mon inside. The large dragon smiled warmly and would start to melt down the digichrome ingots that he had on hand. Enough of them mixed together and he’d be able to dip and meld the metal into the ‘wounds’ of the other. It’d look strange at first but when the data cycled it should strengthen the blade…
”Thank yourself and your willingness to help someone out.”
Silver smiled down at the human and set to work; picking up various tools and working on treating the swords ‘worse’ spots. Grooving them down, treating any rust; marking locations with a small bit of charcoal to make sure that he remembered the spots that didn’t need it but would be incredibly strong if mixed with the digichrome.
Melding a living being with digichrome was a different story than most regular blades but he knew that taking it slow would be part of the game here. A regular sword had normal imperfections here or there but a mon? He’d need to tend to their data as much as they needed their physical form tended to…
”Ah here’s the problem…”
Trained eyes, expert in their craft would go about working further; tending to these wounds. It was something that would comfort the blade until the metal was melted. Which given digichrome? Would be several hours which still left him plenty of time to take care of this blade. Would also give the two of them time to drink tea while they waited.
”Well Mr. Herron. Why don’t you tell me a bit more about yourself while we wait for the ingots to melt?”
Even while he was talking the large dragon was still working on the sword. An earnest and small smile on his face while he did so...
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