09-18-05

Characters involved: Darklett & Zoe_Lang.

Salamandastron: Forge Room

"Who in their right mind..." Darklett runs his paw along the flat of a massive looking blade-- Obviously one crafted for a badger's paw. His eyes move off of the spectacle and glance over the walls, extra unused products of the Salamandastron forge adorning the surfaces like some sort of enthusiast decoration. The lieutenant wipes his paw across his forehead, perspiration building up from the heat coming from the furnace he had some larger beast show him how to light.

The sound of the furnace going is enough to catch the colonel's attention. Pausing outside of the doorway, her ears perk and she pushes the door open, peaking in. A blast of heat immediately hits her, and she squints her eyes against it before entering the room. Somehow she's not surprised to see Darklett, of all beasts, in the near-cavernous room.

Darklett's peripheral vision catches the change in light cast on the wall to his side as it glimmers on one of the blades, and he turns around quickly, relaxing as he sees the Colonel. "Ah- uh..." He salutes her rather quickly. "I was just having a look. Never really paid much attention to this room."

Zoe_Lang raises her paw in an attempt to hold off the salute. It doesn't work, of course. "At ease, soldiah. Yer fine bein' in here." She continues on into the room, examining the weapons which have interested Darklett.

Darklett drops the salute slowly, then turns back to the wall o'weapons. "Hares just do this for fun, or somethin'?" He reaches his paw up to run along the blood channel of a finely crafted longsword. "There's a lotta extra weapons."

Zoe_Lang squints up at a couple of them. "Oh, I s'pose. A lot of 'em are badgah-forged. Or ceremonial. Some of 'em are retired from past battles. And aye, I s'pose some're jus' from hares passin' time. Coupla 'em are mine." One corner of her mouth twitches up in a grin. "Those'll be obvious. They're the rickety-lookin' ones."

Darklett must've managed to retain a couple of his knives, for he reaches into a pocket and pulls one out, tossing it in the air to let it glint in the low light, before catching it between his fingers on either side of the flat of the blade. "I don't know about that. These seem to work just fine."

Zoe_Lang looks around at Darklett's movements, ears perking at the sight of the knife. Smile lines form at the corner of her eyes, and she nods. "I've a coupla more of those saved fer ya. I imagine you could use 'em about now."

Darklett sticks the knife carefully back in his uniform pocket, brows arching upward. "You do? Well, that helps a lot, thanks Colonel." He eyes the furnace now, circling around it curiously. "How do you make these things, anyway?" He pats his pocket, a couple muffled metallic clings coming from it.

Zoe_Lang watches Darklett circling, then at the question she steps over to a barrel, where raw shafts of metal are packed. She lifts one out, turning it this way and that so that Darklett can see it. "Well, it starts with this fellah, doesn't it?" She eyes it, almost in an accusing fashion.

Darklett's eyes go from the forge to the Colonel, the hare straightening and moving for a better view. The accusing question is perceived as a real inquiry for him, and he stammers. "Uh... Um... Yeah, I guess so."

Zoe_Lang smirks at Darklett's answer, then she sets the raw metal back in its proper place. She turns to face the buck. "I'll show ya how t' make those weapons o' yers sometime, so I don't have t' keep replacin' 'em for ya." She grins.

Darklett rejoices in his subtlety, which has worked (in his own mind) once again! "Ah... Well, thanks, Colonel! I appreciate it, really. Should help me out a lot on the battlefield." As an afterthought, he continues, "I really have been working hard on close combat."

At this last, Zoe eyes Darklett thoughtfully for a moment, then nods. "Good, lad. That'll be a help. If ya need a sparrin' partnah, just give me a yell." She then glances around at the door. "Well, I was on my way t' the dormitories when the forge distracted me. Soooo..." She makes a clicking sound with her tongue and looks back to Darklett. She salutes, and grins. She then turns, making for the door. She then exits, with a final wave over her shoulder. "Night, lad." And out she goes.