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[The communicator is set up to record what looks like a meter-tall odd construction of rocks at first glance, set up on one of the broken-up streets (near building 3 on the map). It's glowing from within, the warm light of a fire. Loki's fanning the fire with a fan made from wood and scraps of fabric. There are a few scorch marks on the sleeve of his coat.]
I haven't actually set anything on fire yet, note. But one can set anything on fire, should one only believe in onself hard enough.
[Humming quietly to himself, he puts scraps of metal into the forge with a pair of improvized tongs and then continues to fan.
After a few minutes, one of the scraps is pulled out. Not quite right. Back into the glowing depths it goes.
Another few minutes and he pulls out a different scrap, glowing orange-yellow with heat. Seemingly satisfied, he rests the metal on a flat rock that's at the front of the makeshift forge and begins striking it out with a small hammer. Then back into the fire. It's a repeated cycle, drawing out the metal a bit more with hammer blows, rolling it against the rock's surface, then back into the fire. When it's relatively long and thin, he uses an awl to punch a hole about three centimeters up from the thin tip, then cuts the piece off above the hole. He flicks the metal into a bucket of water sitting on the ground; it hits with a little splash and a hiss.
He fishes the metal out with his hand and inspects it. It's to the large side and a bit clumsy, but recognizeable as a needle.]
Could do with a bit of sharpening, and I'm sure Eitri would have a thing or two to say about my hammer technique, but he's not here to complain.
[He grins at the communicator.]
I wonder what I'll make next.
I haven't actually set anything on fire yet, note. But one can set anything on fire, should one only believe in onself hard enough.
[Humming quietly to himself, he puts scraps of metal into the forge with a pair of improvized tongs and then continues to fan.
After a few minutes, one of the scraps is pulled out. Not quite right. Back into the glowing depths it goes.
Another few minutes and he pulls out a different scrap, glowing orange-yellow with heat. Seemingly satisfied, he rests the metal on a flat rock that's at the front of the makeshift forge and begins striking it out with a small hammer. Then back into the fire. It's a repeated cycle, drawing out the metal a bit more with hammer blows, rolling it against the rock's surface, then back into the fire. When it's relatively long and thin, he uses an awl to punch a hole about three centimeters up from the thin tip, then cuts the piece off above the hole. He flicks the metal into a bucket of water sitting on the ground; it hits with a little splash and a hiss.
He fishes the metal out with his hand and inspects it. It's to the large side and a bit clumsy, but recognizeable as a needle.]
Could do with a bit of sharpening, and I'm sure Eitri would have a thing or two to say about my hammer technique, but he's not here to complain.
[He grins at the communicator.]
I wonder what I'll make next.