Characters: MacGyver, Kida
Content: In a world where blades are as uncommon as living cows, one man dares to make a difference, ONE. HAMMER. AT. A. TIME.
Location: A converted office space near ABC Auto.
Time of Day: Morning, but spanning a few days.
Warnings: MacGyver showing off his science-fueled muscles
Special OOC Comment: Music is
here.
MacGyver took a deep breath and stretched, limbering himself up for the task ahead. The blueprints were all ready, and the forge was burning hot. The scrap steel was already in there, heating up to form the billet for making Kida's spearhead. Almost ready, in fact.
He wiped at his forehead. Already way too hot.
He'd have liked to have gone shirtless, but sparks made that a pretty bad idea. Instead, he walked around, making sure (again) that every one of his tools was ready for the work.
Tongs are check.
Hammers...check.
Chisels're fine.
Anvil...secure.
Quench tank...still needs the oil, but that was Kida's role, and he didn't need it at the moment anyway.
Fetching the tongs, he checked the steel, remembering the advice from his research on proper color and temperature, nodding with satisfaction when he saw it was in the acceptable range. Getting the tongs ready, he clenched the glowing-hot steel - a shard of broken girder - and took it to the anvil for hammering, which he punctuated by putting on some music.