(no subject)
Characters: Charity, Winry, maybe Ed, anyone else
Time: daytime; after this post of Ed's
Location: the Hilton's parking garage, across the street from the Blackstone Hotel
Content: Charity's forge is set up, and is available for all your weapon, armor, automail, and car repair needs!
Warnings: none at the moment; depends who shows up
The clang of metal on metal echoed a little within the cement confines of the garage. Now that the forge was operational, Charity wanted to put together at least a modest stockpile of weapons, for herself and several others of the city section's unwilling residents. The woman had a full size forge set up in the space, not knowing how long she and the others would be forced to remain here. If weapons were needed, and possibly other things for their protection, better to have as much versatility in her workspace as possible, and so she had discarded plans for a simple travel forge. This decision was probably even wiser in light of the fact that Charity wouldn't be the only person using it.
Several neatly stacked containers sat to the side of the forge, enough space between the fireplace and the garage's corner to allow for a car to be pulled into there to be worked on. The containers were filled with raw metal waiting for the working or with wire and rings for mail. Next to them, a table was lined with containers of tools, drawers and boxes of them, arranged just as meticulously. Beneath the table was a chest for in-progress projects, since Charity doubted she would leave anything finished in the forge where it could be taken and put to possible ill usage. Hooks had been added to one side of the sturdy fireproof table, holding a poker and a waiting space for the hammer she currently wielded. With a practiced pump of the bellows, she inserted the length of steel and iron into the fire to heat it for continued working, keeping the metal bright red, before returning it to the anvil. It was taking shape and recognizable as a sword blade now.
Time: daytime; after this post of Ed's
Location: the Hilton's parking garage, across the street from the Blackstone Hotel
Content: Charity's forge is set up, and is available for all your weapon, armor, automail, and car repair needs!
Warnings: none at the moment; depends who shows up
The clang of metal on metal echoed a little within the cement confines of the garage. Now that the forge was operational, Charity wanted to put together at least a modest stockpile of weapons, for herself and several others of the city section's unwilling residents. The woman had a full size forge set up in the space, not knowing how long she and the others would be forced to remain here. If weapons were needed, and possibly other things for their protection, better to have as much versatility in her workspace as possible, and so she had discarded plans for a simple travel forge. This decision was probably even wiser in light of the fact that Charity wouldn't be the only person using it.
Several neatly stacked containers sat to the side of the forge, enough space between the fireplace and the garage's corner to allow for a car to be pulled into there to be worked on. The containers were filled with raw metal waiting for the working or with wire and rings for mail. Next to them, a table was lined with containers of tools, drawers and boxes of them, arranged just as meticulously. Beneath the table was a chest for in-progress projects, since Charity doubted she would leave anything finished in the forge where it could be taken and put to possible ill usage. Hooks had been added to one side of the sturdy fireproof table, holding a poker and a waiting space for the hammer she currently wielded. With a practiced pump of the bellows, she inserted the length of steel and iron into the fire to heat it for continued working, keeping the metal bright red, before returning it to the anvil. It was taking shape and recognizable as a sword blade now.