@Everyone UN: That Stark Guy

[nonstopnarcissist]

Twofer today: requests for the forge? I'm out of things I can do with what I have on hand, I need a list.

Two: I need more raw material. Who's up for a mining expedition?

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un: windmaker

[to_defend]

curved sharp end, pointy bit?

[She's thinking of something like a glaive]

[nonstopnarcissist]

...I think I can manage. Come by the forge, we'll get the rest of the details hammered out.

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[to_defend]

I'll be there shortly.

It won't take her long at all, since while the house she chose was separated from the other houses, it was centrally located. Ache doesn't knock, pushing the for own slowly and peering in instead. There were certain things about it that were reminding her of the fabrication machine in the warehouse, and for as much progress as she had made with people, she decides to hang by the door until she's sure nothing man-made is going to move.

"Hello?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Over here." He waves his newest guest over, setting aside the scrap of charcoal he'd been using to add yet another list to his wall. The bulk of one of them had been marked off, projects complete, no need to worry about them. New requests were coming in and that? Kept him busy.

"I think I've got some spare space- ah, here." Further away from the forge, a clear patch of wall buffed clean not a few days ago. He'd used it to mark out Bull's battle ax. He weaves his way over, wiping his hands clean on a rag hanging at his hip, soot and oil slick on his skin. "So. Speartip?"

[to_defend]

Memories prick at the sight of a workshop - though this one is on a much larger scale. Here she's getting a more real idea on how tiny her world had been, looking at some more familiar things from this new human perspective.

She shuffles in and follows him back, tension easing as no mechanical beings rear back to attack. She seemed interested in his sketch of Bull's battle axe, and then directs her attention at the clear space of wall as he asks about her weapon.

"Yeah, like ..." She traces the rough shape in the air, sizing it about proportional to how she remembered original spea to be in her original body. "That?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"This?" He'd watched her hand trace the air and sketches it out on the wall in crisp, clear lines. Curved, sharp, good for slicing and jabbing- ideal for a hunter. A solid multipurpose tool. "Do you want it on a cap for the staff or are you going to use something else to keep it in place?"

Normally he'd do the whole thing but she asked specifically for the tip and well- he can handle that.

[to_defend]

She watches him sketch it out, and it's a pretty fair representation of what she was thinking. He mentions a cap and she frowns slightly, thinking about the different ways she could secure it. Split the rod and tie it in the middle, cap it and tie it, cap it with pins or nails, maybe?

She's used to finding things and using them as she can, not so much building them to spec. "What would you suggest?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Depends on what you'll be putting it through. You do any pole vaulting?" Because then- it'd need the cap, need the extra stability being bolted in place would offer so it wouldn't snap of and leave her disarmed and falling short of wherever she's jumping.

He used to make gear for The Black Widow and Hawkeye. People using things in ways they were not meant to be used? Something he's learned to think around.

[to_defend]

She thinks about that for a moment. She hadn't don't any pole vaulting, but she did have three dolls and a flying machine hanging off it once, and if she needed to use it for pol vaulting, she'd rather not have to worry about something popping off.

"Yes." Close enough. "You can make it work, then?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Absolutely. You'll want a staff that's got some flex to it- let me take a look at whatever you find before I make the final adjustments." Better to fit the cap around it and to finish the wood for a splinter free experience.

[to_defend]

"I'll see what I can find." She'd had an eye on a broomstick, but it didn't have much in the way of give. She would make a point to visit the forest; plenty of trees around for her to find something suitable. The staff she'd used at home had been a piece of pipe, and she's not likely to find something similar in a decent enough size for her current form.

"Any suggestions to look for?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Maple or Elm if you can find it. There should be a few of them not far from the village. I think there's a book on identifying trees in the school house? Those should tell you what to look for." Tony, honestly, doesn't know much offhand. Lumber is usually dead by the time he gets to it.

[to_defend]

Lumber was fairly decayed in her own world; it was a better bet to use metal, but that's not as available as it was here.

"Got it. I'll be back when I find something."

And it's off to the schoolhouse.