Post by solinbeb on Feb 18, 2016 3:01:26 GMT
*Enters to a mix of smoke, cursing and Tenacious D music*
*works on more ammo*
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
He continues looking over the mold sets he'd picked up from a gun show a hundred miles away as he makes a few more bullet casts. The cigarette clung to his lips as he mouthed along with the words from his makeshift shelter a bit closer to the armory. Smoke billowing around him from time to time as he looks into the new crucibles.
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
He had considerably more silver to work with...blessed metal that it was. Working the iron was a considerably more painful thing to do, but with the purity level he got from Stephen he'd have ammo sets for every fuckin caliber these kids had to shoot with. Hell, he was half tempted to make crossbow bolts in case there was some crazy fuckin zombie apocalypse to deal with later.
That's fucking teamwork
What's your fave posish?
That's cool with me
It's not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
He finally takes the cigarette from his lips and flicks it underneath the crucible to let it burn with the rest of the world's sin. "Fuckin Nazi silver... " He picks up a few other trinkets he'd picked up at the gun show, thinking if no better use for them than melting it down as well. He tosses a few of the silver crosses into his crucible, covering his eyes a bit as it flashes and flickers a bit. "Damn... magnesium in it, too."
What's your favorite dish?
I'm not gonna cook it
But I'll order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fucking fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
He leans over the crucible and watches the pieces of metal on the surface slowly vanish into the molten metal beneath. He lines up another row of the bullet molds before picking up the longer canister that he'd been molding the blades with, setting it on the shorter table next to the crucible.
He puts his shades back on then pulls the welding gloves back on before picking up the crucible tongs, fishing the melting pot out and starts to gently pour the metal into the casting blocks...then pours the remainder into the blade cast before be starts his favorite incantation for such an event.
"Pater, et haec tenet lucis argenteae penetrare animarum reddes benedictionis aeternae pacis inveniant. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, qui in crimen puer minimis pulchritudines stercore."
Father, may these points of silver light penetrate even the darkest of souls, then give them the blessing of eternal peace. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, let these little beauties fuck up some serious shit.
He gets the second crucible of silver and brings it over the blade mold and tips it over slowly, this one having the molten fragments of the angel blade in it...once he figured out how to adequately fracture it for recasting.
He lets out a slow breath, then watches it sizzle into the blade mold before setting the crucible back into the fire. "I think six of those should be enough for now..." He furrows his brow as he steam billows up from the mold. "Sometimes, a thing of incredible destruction can be such a thing of beauty."
He chuckles a bit, "Just like a woman."
*works on more ammo*
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
He continues looking over the mold sets he'd picked up from a gun show a hundred miles away as he makes a few more bullet casts. The cigarette clung to his lips as he mouthed along with the words from his makeshift shelter a bit closer to the armory. Smoke billowing around him from time to time as he looks into the new crucibles.
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
He had considerably more silver to work with...blessed metal that it was. Working the iron was a considerably more painful thing to do, but with the purity level he got from Stephen he'd have ammo sets for every fuckin caliber these kids had to shoot with. Hell, he was half tempted to make crossbow bolts in case there was some crazy fuckin zombie apocalypse to deal with later.
That's fucking teamwork
What's your fave posish?
That's cool with me
It's not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
He finally takes the cigarette from his lips and flicks it underneath the crucible to let it burn with the rest of the world's sin. "Fuckin Nazi silver... " He picks up a few other trinkets he'd picked up at the gun show, thinking if no better use for them than melting it down as well. He tosses a few of the silver crosses into his crucible, covering his eyes a bit as it flashes and flickers a bit. "Damn... magnesium in it, too."
What's your favorite dish?
I'm not gonna cook it
But I'll order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fucking fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
He leans over the crucible and watches the pieces of metal on the surface slowly vanish into the molten metal beneath. He lines up another row of the bullet molds before picking up the longer canister that he'd been molding the blades with, setting it on the shorter table next to the crucible.
He puts his shades back on then pulls the welding gloves back on before picking up the crucible tongs, fishing the melting pot out and starts to gently pour the metal into the casting blocks...then pours the remainder into the blade cast before be starts his favorite incantation for such an event.
"Pater, et haec tenet lucis argenteae penetrare animarum reddes benedictionis aeternae pacis inveniant. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, qui in crimen puer minimis pulchritudines stercore."
Father, may these points of silver light penetrate even the darkest of souls, then give them the blessing of eternal peace. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, let these little beauties fuck up some serious shit.
He gets the second crucible of silver and brings it over the blade mold and tips it over slowly, this one having the molten fragments of the angel blade in it...once he figured out how to adequately fracture it for recasting.
He lets out a slow breath, then watches it sizzle into the blade mold before setting the crucible back into the fire. "I think six of those should be enough for now..." He furrows his brow as he steam billows up from the mold. "Sometimes, a thing of incredible destruction can be such a thing of beauty."
He chuckles a bit, "Just like a woman."