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I'll have my Caster CS done within the hour. Just have to polish it a bit.
Oops, meant to tag Flood, not you Birb :3

Nika Strobel



It had been a grueling process to begin so late in the starting day, but Nika done as she intended to and hammered out the length and shape of her sword. As was expected of a chunk of elongated metal that hadn't known the touch of a grindstone, it lacked any cutting edge but had been hammered into a fitting form. Standing straight with a 94 centimeter blade and 7 centimeter tang, it was average for a greatsword in terms of sheer size, though it wasn't like the god needed an armament to cleave through multiple persons. Of course, what would immediately catch the eye with her sword was the very metal used to forge it, two mundane metals joined into a rolling sea culminating in the very tip of the sword. Steel and iron, hammered and stretched together from billet to sword, had created a wave like pattern where lighter steel washed over the darker iron in a cycle reminiscent of the ocean's waves. Nika had never scene an ocean, but this pattern did always leave her with a sense of wonder for the majesty those boundless depths must hold, and hoped that the patron god would appreciate it as well.

With the sword now shaped, it was only a matter of tempering the heated metal in a prepared trough of water before she could move onto the finishing odds and ends that made the sword serviceable. Since the impromptu handle had long since been removed once the sword grew too large, Nika pulled the sword from the forge with two pairs of tongues and carefully submerging it within the water oil, allowing the blade to cool into a proper weapon.

When the smoke and steam cleared, she withdrew the 'modern' Damascus sword and looked it over from tang to tip, finding no warps or cracks had formed from her own negligence or otherwise. To her surprise, there was a maid waiting for her at the end of her sword, the hardened point inches away from spearing a jug of juice.

"Ah, I didn't here you come in. Must have gone a bit deaf from the all the hammering." She set aside the great sword to rest on the anvil, taking a rest to address the guest in her humble workshop. "You've caught me at the perfect time. A drink would be nice while I prepare for the next step."

She accepted the offered orange juice, greedily drinking down lukewarm fruit juice to slake the mighty thirst she had from slaving over the forge. Leaning against a the table where the remaining steel, iron, and bronze rested, Nika set down the emptied jug and looked over Lotte curiously. "Hmm, could I ask for you to help me with this? It's alright if you do not wish to, but I'm trying to forge a sword that is...emblematic, of Seishun and those who reside here. If you could forge the bronze scabbard for this sword, then this would be an excellent gift from the staff and students to out god, assuming it accepts the host."

This was more of a spur of the moment proposition then Nika would normally like, but given the challenge before her, it couldn't hurt to ask.

@KoL



Post 4 Actions:
1) Finished and Quenched Sword
2) Asked Lotte for Assistance

@Mega Birb@Lucius Cypher

Well then, thanks to Brutus, it looks like Fran gets to try out those toys on an angel after all.
Now a Machina or Demon needs to capture and give her a healthy coating or tar, candle wax, or molten latex to match that nickname.

Posting later today
@TheWindel

This coming from the man with a well established fetish for felines amuses me greatly :3
@The 42nd Gecko

Well now you are prepared for when every ANgel and Machina kicks down the door and steal his stuff.
@Mega Birb

She's a sentient collective of flesh eating maggots. If you weren't disturbed, then you would be Fran.

Suparna Wolgen



While Fran had chosen to make as flashy an entrance as possible, Suparna simply opened the front and walked inside. It wasn't like it was locked after all the abuse it had suffered from the litany of interlopers into Henry's castle. "Pardon the intrusion, but had any seen a horny succubus? She smelled an angel and ran off before I- Ah, there she is."

The Queen of Carrion let out a weary sigh and strolled past the piles of scrapped Machina, amazed that not a one of them had a leaking power source that irradiated the entry hall. She gave the angel who drew Fran into the castle an appraising look, craning her neck upwards as Miyu floated for a moment only to alight upon the machine scrap. "I presume that she has tried to harm your property? You'll have to forgive her, and by that I imply that I will be removing Fran before any opportunity to deny me the chance to punish her occurs."

"Now then, I hope you learned your lesson. We have enough lesser angels at my domicile, so restrain yourself till we acquire an actual Valkyrie or you'll wind up spoiling yourself for dinner." Suparna said, her other half drifting through the front door and wrapping an intestine around the fallen Fran's foot to drag her back outside. The loli turned to the master of the house, remarkably composed for a sudden and uninvited interloper. "Since we shall be participating in the next battle, I do hope we have a better outcome then the last conflict. Don't you concur, Henry?"

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