Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about

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M88

[heraldric]

[back from here]

Once he reached his room again, the pillowcase full of supplies was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Leon fell onto the bed in a flop, burying his face in his pillow. He lay there for a while, catching his breath and letting some of the soreness ease out of his arms.

When he felt he'd rested enough, the young mage pulled his notebook from the pocket of his lab coat and sat with it and his flashlight for a while, just going over the notes he'd taken with Ed. This wasn't something that was going to happen on his first try. He already knew this. That was why he'd gone to get these supplies to begin with. Hopefully he'd figure things out before he didn't have anything left to work with.

There weren't many empty pages left in the back of his notebook. He'd have to rectify this as well. He tore out one, though, carefully drawing the diagram on page with a pen (taking up as much of the paper as possible). He'd be starting small - a dagger, maybe. He'd crafted weapons before, so he knew the general structure well enough. That wouldn't be the problem.

Opening the pillowcase, he picked out a single trowel. It didn't take too much effort to get the metal loose from the handle, and he set the shovel part down in the center of the paper. Yeah, he was definitely going small for starters - smaller than might even be useful, even, aside from a sort of throwing weapon.

Now how had Ed gone through the motions?

The young mage sat back a bit and held both arms out in front of him, one partially over the other. Get the image in his mind, he'd said. Simple enough...

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[heraldric]

The released energy was brighter than expected, and Leon had to squint as he struggled to remain focused. He couldn't see the item forming, but he had to shove such worries to the back of his mind or they'd interfere with the task at hand. Adjustments would be made as needed.

When he pulled back, panting and exhausted, a small throwing dagger sat in the middle of the design. At least... it looked like a small throwing dagger. Something felt off about it, however, and the boy leaned forward to touch it with a shaking hand. As his finger came in contact with it, the object crumbled into a pile of dust.

Well, he should have expected as much.

He laid back against the side of the bed, panting, too utterly drained to even attempt getting to his feet so he could rest on top of it. His roommate would be nice enough not to mess with the rest of his supplies, right? They'd likely be moved in the morning...

Too tired to worry, the boy passed out where he sat.