A Keen Edge (Closed)

[true_noir]

Characters: Chloe and YOU!
Setting: Floor 15
Format: whatever works.
Summary: Chloe appears to be filing down and making knives for some odd reason.
Warnings: Well, she's likely to be a little more creepy than usual, but should be PG.

Chloe disliked having to do this. Metallurgy wasn't her strong point, and she'd never been forced to actually fashion her own knives. However, she had maintained them for most of her life, and finding books on the fashioning of the small tools in one of the libraries had been far from impossible.

If there were no other options, then she would learn. Two blades was not enough. Outside of the occasional power outtages, she worked quietly and carefully to prepare the metal. This first one was crude, but she'd expected that. She would improve.

Comments

[hegantha]

I can tell you that the Imperium stretches out across several planets in our galaxy.

[true_noir]

Higher technology. Distant or near future then. Hard to say if ours is really the same history. However, I've met that sort before. Not as often, though. A great deal of sword and sorcery gets brought into these places for some reason.

[She lifted the knife again to inspect it.]

[hegantha]

Indeed. I am from the year 40,000, which I've heard is quite a bit in the future for you.

[true_noir]

So long as your time is reckoned as mine was, yes it is. I suspect regardless you are from a world of more advanced technology all the same.

[hegantha]

In a way, I suppose, but we don't see a lot of need for luxury items like your world. Though, that's only a guess based on what I've heard from other people.

[true_noir]

Luxury... I am unsure what world you speak of, though I suppose there were many I killed who had a love for what they thought of as luxury. I imagine wine counts.