Act 1: Late Night Crafting
Mashyuu laid in bed, the normally comfortable bed he slept in seemed too soft, the pillow didn't seem to support his neck at all and a light coat of sweat covered his body. He blinked his blue eyes a few times and yawned before sitting bolt upright, and glanced left and right at the walls of his quarters. Wouldn't you know it... Can't sleep. He thought to himself. The trip to the closest town to the ship in order to hunt down some marines was in roughly twelve hours and the captain of the crew couldn't find it in himself to rest. Silently he sighed and slipped out of the bed and stood up straight. He wandered over towards a near by dresser and pulled open a drawer. Quickly he threw on a pair of loose, leather pants and boots then draped a leather apron over his body. Mashyuu stretched his wings open wide and shook the exhaustion out of his body and headed to the lowest part of the ship so he could open his movable forge.
With a dim roar, the forge flickered to life and Mashyuu's open palm reached behind him. A moment later a heavy hammer floated into his grasp. Mashyuu cracked his neck and looked at the skypiean steel ingot in front of him. He has assumed it was pure and the coral color was correct but would soon learn he had been crafting impure steel. His eyes focused on the steel ingot for a long moment before he motioned it into the forge to heat up. He waited for a moment, just long enough to become red hot and workable. Quickly he pulled the ore from the forge and placed it on the sturdy anvil. Gripping it with his magnetism, his hammer smashed down into the ingot, sparks flew and hit his apron, the leather keeping him from getting burned. Again he struck and more sparks sprang from the ingot. Sweat dripped off of Mashyuu's forehead as he worked the metal. Once it was flat he placed the hammer down and motioned a small, sharp blade, almost like a scalpel towards him. Once in his grasp he cut the flat and hot metal into three sections and separated them.
With the three pieces, Mashyuu took a soft mallet and a pair of tongs into his grasp and started to strike and bend one piece of metal until it was bent at an angle to rest on top of itself. He repeated this until he had what looked like a long arrow head made of one of the pieces of metal. Then he placed the metal back into the forge and heated it till it was red again. He quickly dipped the hot metal into a tub of cool water and let the steam rise from it. He then hammered the metal again until you couldn't see where the metal was bent and laid atop itself. Next he worked on the excess metal of the large arrow head and created a short flat handle for the weapon, something just big enough to grip with his palm if needed. Once it was finished he started to work on the second, and third until he had three dull throwing blades.
When the weapons were cooled and sturdy, Mashyuu picked up the three weapons and headed out to the deck of the ship with a whetstone in hand, along with his throwing weapons. He sat on the edge of the ship and started to sharpen one of the blades, looking out into the night sky, while his hand kept that natural motion of sharpening a weapon that he had learned from months of practice.