Hammer to Fall

[lucidmutant]

Characters: Fawkes and you!
Setting: Floor Fifteen - Workshop, daytime
Format: Starting in prose, will match.
Summary: Fawkes grows tired of being unarmed, and goes to rectify this.
Warnings: Workin' in a workshop?


Between the various incidents that have gone on since he's been here, Fawkes has determined that this place, like the Capital Wasteland, seems like it will require a more violent approach - especially with the newer residents - namely, the monsters.

Lacking his weapons from home, the best thing to do in a situation like this is improvise.

Fawkes is currently rooting around the workshop for tools and parts he can use to craft a bludgeon of some sort - one of the tables has broken and warped metal bedframe pieces spread upon it.

...kind of a pity that the majority of these tools are sized for smaller hands than Fawkes', but he'll attempt to make do.

Comments

[lucidmutant]

[That voice is kind of familiar--oh!] Greetings, Willow! And likewise.

[He pulls down a mallet and tape, then glances back at the table he'd laid things out on.] I am attempting to make myself a bludgeon to defend myself with.

[guiltapalooza]

[She leans back against an adjacent table, bracing herself and giving him some room.]

That's a good idea. We are sadly lacking in weaponry around here, huh?

[lucidmutant]

[He nods.]

We definitely are. It would seem my weapons from home were too big for the trunk here, so I must make do.

[With that, he plods over to the table, and begins to sort through the metal pieces.] I do miss that laser I found, though.

[guiltapalooza]

Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you weren't too attached to any of them, and that your... bludgeon works out.

[She means it sincerely, and it's clear to see on her face. Willow drifts along after him, more than tired of getting nowhere with her fine metal manipulation by magic and more than willing to watch someone else work for a change.]

[lucidmutant]

I did not have any sentimental attachment to them - they were just quite useful for getting things done quickly.

[Now that he's decided on a general course of action, he's working on breaking pieces of the metal - which is somewhat easy with his strength.]

...that I can do this so easily does not bode well for the length of time I will get use out of whatever I make, but beggars cannot be choosers.

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow's so used to Buffy that she doesn't even blink at him casually breaking pieces of metal right and left.]

I could enchant it to be more durable, if you're really worried about that? [she offers, a bit tentatively.] I haven't done that before, but it shouldn't be too hard.

[lucidmutant]

Enchant it? Magic is a thing capable in other worlds? Hmnn.

[He looks down, working on taping some of those broken pieces together.]

I suppose at this point, it couldn't hurt. A few extra swings could come in handy.

[guiltapalooza]

It's a thing capable in mine, anyway. I'll just give it a little boost of hardiness! [She sounds tentatively excited to make the offer.]

I should probably wait until you're all done, though.

[lucidmutant]

Mmn. Go ahead - All that's left is a fair bit of taping. [He takes a few steps back, giving Willow room to work.]

[guiltapalooza]

--Oh, um, okay! [That was faster than she'd been expecting, but Willow takes a breath and gamely gathers her willpower as she steps up to the table.

She looks over the weapon carefully, and then reaches out to lay a careful hand on it. This is a spell she's already memorized, in case Buffy ever needed it from her, so it comes to her easily.]

Athena, lady of wisdom and war, [she intones,] lend strength to our fight and justice to our cause, in your name. [The weapon glows softly for a second or two, and then the light fades away.]

... That should do it!

[lucidmutant]

[Fawkes watches as Willow does this, finding it a little hard to believe, despite witnessing it with his own eyes. It's like something out of a story, to him.

Once she's done, he steps up, taking it in hand and thumping it against the workbench. Maybe it worked, or maybe it's just placebo effect...]

It does seem a bit sturdier. I thank you, my friend.

[guiltapalooza]

[She couldn't blame him for thinking it was something out of a story. She'd felt that way once herself.]

You're welcome! [she says cheerfully, smiling.] Us people on the same side have to help each other out, right?

[lucidmutant]

[Fawkes grunts approvingly.] That we do! Do let me know if you are in need of anything I might be able to assist with. [He raises the bludgeon up, and lets the heavy end fall into his opposite hand.] I fully intend to repay your kindness.

[guiltapalooza]

[She eyes this gesture.] Thanks. If I ever need anything, uh, bludgeoned, I'll be sure to call you.

But really, any time. [She's sincere about that. Willow just likes helping people.]