Look, I create the craftsman, who fans the coals into a fire and forges a weapon. [Closed]
Characters; Wolfwood, Vash, and Megatron
Setting/Location; Ex Favila; the Forge
Date & Time; Day 4, afternoon
Warnings; Possible swearing and violence
Briefing; Megatron graciously fixed Wolfwood's cross Punisher and the priest now goes to the forge to pick it up. Vash tags along with nothing better to do.
This was the second time in the span of one month that the Punisher needed a serious fixing. Or it could be longer than one month, who knew how long Wolfwood was deadl, but it was something the priest preferred to not think about. As it was, going to the forge to pick up his repaired weapon from a robot, while being followed incessantly by a much too happy Plant, was surreal enough without adding to the equation.
"Why're ya taggin' along anyway," Wolfwood muttered to the man in red walking alongside him.
The air began to warm up as they approached the forge, and by the time Wolfwood got to the doors, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He pushed opened the doors to the forge and nearly got pushed out by the blast of burning fuel and heat.
"Whoa, it's hot in 'ere!" Coughing from the sudden onslaught, he fanned uselessly at the air before him and stepped inside.
Setting/Location; Ex Favila; the Forge
Date & Time; Day 4, afternoon
Warnings; Possible swearing and violence
Briefing; Megatron graciously fixed Wolfwood's cross Punisher and the priest now goes to the forge to pick it up. Vash tags along with nothing better to do.
This was the second time in the span of one month that the Punisher needed a serious fixing. Or it could be longer than one month, who knew how long Wolfwood was deadl, but it was something the priest preferred to not think about. As it was, going to the forge to pick up his repaired weapon from a robot, while being followed incessantly by a much too happy Plant, was surreal enough without adding to the equation.
"Why're ya taggin' along anyway," Wolfwood muttered to the man in red walking alongside him.
The air began to warm up as they approached the forge, and by the time Wolfwood got to the doors, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He pushed opened the doors to the forge and nearly got pushed out by the blast of burning fuel and heat.
"Whoa, it's hot in 'ere!" Coughing from the sudden onslaught, he fanned uselessly at the air before him and stepped inside.