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Creative Weaponry; First Period, Tuesday [04/03].

Well, Amaya was in a rare mood today, one that didn't strike her very often (because hers was an achingly wholesome franchise), but the type that would have inspired her to hitch a caravan over the mountains to Serenia to see if any ships had come in. Not that she made a general practice of that often, of course, because she also could channel those moods into making stuff, and that was far more productive and profitable, but she couldn't exactly just head out to her forge when she didn't yet have one.

But she figured the danger shop could be the next best thing. In a perfect world, it would be an actual forge, there wouldn't be any kids to teach, and she could sell the weapons afterwards, but you worked with what you could. As it was, the students were finally getting a forging lesson.

"Today we're doing a basic run-down of what I usually do when I make weapons," she explained, once everyone was settled in the Danger Shop again this week, "and that's blacksmithing. It's a lot of fun and I'm sure some of you will find it's not nearly as easy as it looks, but I guess that's the good thing about this set-up here is that there's no harm, no foul if you mess it up. Now, you've got four basic elements to blacksmithing: you've gotta have heat from a forge, a good hammer, a solid anvil, and, of course, metal to work with. We've got mostly steel here, but if you want to play around, I've tossed in a few other metals and you can see how they differ when you use them. Now to the actual metalworking..."

And she went into showing them and explaining to them some of basic techniques and variations of some of the simpler ways to mold metal, which could really fill a whole day if given half the chance.

"That should be enough to get you started," Amaya grinned a little as she held up the little spiral she'd hammered out to show them. "You're probably sick of watching me do it and itching to get to your own, so have at it. Just remember, it takes hours if not days to do a right proper weapon, and this is just to get you guys familiar with how it all works. Feel free to sort of play around with techniques, so what happens when you do this or that, because it's the danger shop and all that. I'm here if you have any questions, and I'm eager to see what you come up with."

And thus she unleashed a group of potentially pent-up teenagers to beat out some very hot and hard metal.

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Another benefit to the danger shop is that everyone gets their own workstation, so get to heating and hammering and beating and shaping to your little heart's content.

Edited 2018-04-03 10:57 (UTC)

Ahsoka was pounding that metal with quite a lot of force. Also the Force. Probably more than was needed of either.

Amaya was just about to interject, finger raised, mouth open, to suggest that perhaps Ahsoka approach her project with just a teeny, tiny, itty bitty bit more finesse, but...

...thought better of it. It's not like they were expected to make masterpieces or even real things in class today. Maybe if they were in a real shop, she'd have said something, but for now? You know, she'd just let her work it all out.

"Good work, Ahsoka," she said.

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Tip had no idea what she was making, but she was making it very enthusiastically. And hadn't managed to burn herself yet, which was a bonus. . . .

Uma had left her station at several points during the hour. This class was making her thirsty for, well, lots of reasons. And if she ended up lingering near Tip's station for a bit, well...she was curious.

Again, about a lot of things.

"So, what're you making?" she asked, leaning casually at the edge of Tip's workstation.

Tip looked up from where she was squashing rather a lot of metal as flat as possible, caught sight of that lean, and was glad that between her complexion and the heat already in the room, no one would be able to tell what might or might not be happening hormonally for her right now.

Least of all herself.

"A flat thing." She shrugged. "You?"

"Also a flat thing," Uma said, jerking her thumb back towards the piece of metal she'd been banging on for the better part of an hour now. "If Amaya asks, I'm gonna say it's a shield."

Tip smiled. "Good thinking. Though . . ." She looked over at the teacher. "I dunno if she's really expecting us to make a whole lot of functional stuff today anyway."

Or paying that much attention to things outside her own frustrations with the current . . . conditions on the island.

"For her sake I hope not," Uma said with a snort. "I know I'm feeling pretty..." There was a decent pause as Uma picked the best word to use. "...distracted," she settled on, finally.

Honestly, Tip wouldn't blame Uma if she just stuck to saying she was feeling pretty. Because Tip had definitely noticed how pretty Uma was.

Which just kind of made her more confused, but that was okay.

Tip reached up to wipe some sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist, buying herself a couple extra seconds for those thoughts to run rampant through her head before responding.

"Kind of giving a new meaning to the phrase 'hot and bothered', huh."

It was cool; Uma was more than happy to take those few seconds to appreciate the image of Tip how and sweaty.

"Yeah," she said, definitely both 'hot' and 'bothered.' She lifted her braids up off her neck. "Kinda wish I'd brought a scarf or something to pull these up with. And worn fewer layers while I was at it."

"I have extra hairties in my backpack," Tip offered. She always carried extra hairties now. It meant she always had them for whatever sword practice threw at her on Fridays.

Tip was now picturing Uma with an up-do. The line of the back of her neck sweeping smoothly down to bare shoulders. . . .

She cleared her throat. "They'd probably tide you over at least until class is over, if you want to borrow some?"

"Yeah, that'd be awesome, actually," Uma said, giving Tip a smile that was more appreciative than predatory for the moment. "I'm not used to anyone else having decent hairties anymore. Once Freddie left the Isle, I was on my own."

"Freddie?" Tip asked, smiling back. She set her tools aside and went to go dig in her bag for her hair ties. They were a little small for braids -- Uma would have to do pigtails at least -- but they weren't any of those puny white-girl hair ties with metal bits or anything. "You don't talk much about the people from back home. The ones who weren't awful, anyway."

Uma could kiss Tip for understanding the distinction in hair ties, even without it being...whatever was going on right now.

"Freddie Facilier," Uma said, starting the laborious process of pulling her hair up. "Didn't really know her. She went to the other school, Dragon Academy along with some--people." Mal. Always Mal. "She's friends with my first mate's little sister. They both managed to get out somehow, and ditched us for Auradon."

Poor Harry. Uma looked away, trying not to look as guilty as she felt.

"Gil says Freddie sounds a lot like me, but Gil's an idiot, so..."

"I thought no one really left your island," Tip said. "You had to escape by like swimming here or something, right?"

. . . Right, now she was picturing Uma all wet. Okay then.

"So, not counting me, six people have gotten off." Wait. "The island."

Better.

"Mal--" From the way Uma said her name, there were clearly issues there "Evie, Carlos, and Jay were invited off by Ben, who was prince at the time. Then Mal came back to slum around and go shopping and ended up screwing around with a genie lamp or something at Doctor Facilier's shop?"

Which also didn't make sense, because magic didn't work on the Isle. But sometimes random things got through. It was like a poorly-written story with four editors or something.

"And Freddie got swept up in it and so did CJ, who was hiding under a table at the time." She shrugged at Tip. "I know, it doesn't make sense. I got this from Harry who heard it from their big sister Harriet after their dad lost his mind on them for losing CJ. Who is like fourteen and perfectly capable of taking care of herself."

"Well, yeah, but -- parents." After several very long conversations with her own mother post-invasion, Tip could see both sides of that one. "That's -- wow. And Freddie was the only other person on the island with similar hair, huh?"

"Well, Cruella De Vil, too," Uma amended. "But she's an adult, so it's not like I'd be bumming hair ties off her even if she didn't hate me."

But...yeah. It was weird how this place had more diversity than her home Isle.

~~unless we see new characters, in which case this conversation always included them, too~~

"That must have been interesting growing up. At least it was easy to tell that you were cooler than anyone else on the island?"

"And hotter, too," Uma said, smirking.

Tip smirked right back, even as she unconsciously fanned herself.

Look, they were in a forge. Fanning would be happening regardless, okay?

"Well sure. But I bet that's true just about anywhere."

"I dunno," Uma said, giving Tip a wink. "I kinda feel like some folks around here could give me a run for my money."

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Sure, Yang didn't have Ruby's skill or love for this, but she had made her Ember Celica. It has been more detail work, like engineering plans and soldering, but she'd pounded out the gauntlet shields herself in the first place.

But weapons were making her think of fighting which was making her-- nope. Not going there during class.

Focus on your small, detailed plates, Yang. Small, lightweight, plates.

Uma had woken up for this class from a very nice dream of Hook and Gil and--yeah. She'd been both relieved and also annoyed to wake up and was taking out all sorts of frustrations with a hammer and heated metal.

She'd stripped down to just her under tee shirt and jeans, and was using that hammer with the kind of slim muscles that years of intensive hard work mixed with deprivation would give.

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