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]

"A weapon used more for crushing, for blunt force. Like a hammer, or even a heavy stick."

Other pieces were broken to match the length of the top of the device, at least roughly, then Fawkes began to tape them on one at a time. "It is rather crude, but hopefully it will get the job done for a time."

[akunomusume]

"Oooh, so it's like a big stick you just swing around to hit people?" she continued asking, her curiosity getting the better of her. She had a certain fondness for offing people's heads ever since she became queen of her kingdom, and getting to learn about more weapons was making her excited for some strange reason.

[lucidmutant]

Fawkes nods as he continues working at piecing the thing together. "This is a very poor example, but I'm working with what I have. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that."