[I. blade abracadabra] [In Hyrule, Blade has spent the last couple weeks getting established-- first as a blacksmith borrowing the nearest town's forge, and then having one built himself, courtesy of the Hudson Construction Company, with an adjacent building. He's brought in several machines and tools used in other adjacent crafting disciplines, though unfortunately he doesn't have electricity in here just yet. Traditional only for now.
Not that it's stopped him. He's hard at work with his first prototyping, a jagged glaive made of lightning-charged crystal. He takes it outside where he has a training dummy set up. He runs his fingers over the pole, then tiptoes them along the top of the blade, testing its flexibility. A twirl of the glaive, and then he stabs at the training dummy, which explodes in a shower of sparks.
He inspects what's left.]
The blade is too thin and not wide enough. It's too brittle at one end, and too flexible in the other... Need to do it again.
[He sticks the glaive blade side down into the ground, then kicks it in the center of the pole until it breaks in half. The whole thing dissolves into sparkles afterward.]
Back to the drawing board.
[II. demiseless existence] [Blade spends the first part of the month heavily invested in the knowledge wing, looking up various blacksmithing techniques, weapon designs, and the handling of magical materials. He's taking so many notes that his little lined moleskin notebook is practically bursting when he's finished.
But one day he wanders into the records wing, and his curiosity gets the best of him. He takes out the record of his own life, which is surprisingly thick, and begins to read. He hopes that his faulty memory will somehow piece together after doing some reading...
But the more he reads, the worse it gets. Blade is not a particularly expressive man but there are signs even he is disturbed by the events recounted in the text, like the way his hands tremble. He eventually throws down the book and gets up. He tears out the hair stick he'd used to tie his hair up and hurls it at the floor, too. Thankfully neither book nor hair decoration are hurt, but it's not for lack of trying. He looks disgusted.
After a minute, Blade rolls up his right sleeve and looks at the bracer he's wearing underneath it.]
Blade | Honkai: Star Rail | Paranormal AU | ota!
[In Hyrule, Blade has spent the last couple weeks getting established-- first as a blacksmith borrowing the nearest town's forge, and then having one built himself, courtesy of the Hudson Construction Company, with an adjacent building. He's brought in several machines and tools used in other adjacent crafting disciplines, though unfortunately he doesn't have electricity in here just yet. Traditional only for now.
Not that it's stopped him. He's hard at work with his first prototyping, a jagged glaive made of lightning-charged crystal. He takes it outside where he has a training dummy set up. He runs his fingers over the pole, then tiptoes them along the top of the blade, testing its flexibility. A twirl of the glaive, and then he stabs at the training dummy, which explodes in a shower of sparks.
He inspects what's left.]
The blade is too thin and not wide enough. It's too brittle at one end, and too flexible in the other... Need to do it again.
[He sticks the glaive blade side down into the ground, then kicks it in the center of the pole until it breaks in half. The whole thing dissolves into sparkles afterward.]
Back to the drawing board.
[II. demiseless existence]
[Blade spends the first part of the month heavily invested in the knowledge wing, looking up various blacksmithing techniques, weapon designs, and the handling of magical materials. He's taking so many notes that his little lined moleskin notebook is practically bursting when he's finished.
But one day he wanders into the records wing, and his curiosity gets the best of him. He takes out the record of his own life, which is surprisingly thick, and begins to read. He hopes that his faulty memory will somehow piece together after doing some reading...
But the more he reads, the worse it gets. Blade is not a particularly expressive man but there are signs even he is disturbed by the events recounted in the text, like the way his hands tremble. He eventually throws down the book and gets up. He tears out the hair stick he'd used to tie his hair up and hurls it at the floor, too. Thankfully neither book nor hair decoration are hurt, but it's not for lack of trying. He looks disgusted.
After a minute, Blade rolls up his right sleeve and looks at the bracer he's wearing underneath it.]
Why did it have to end like this...?
[III. wildcard]
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