Flying Anvil (open)

[Avon Deverell]

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It was still dark. The sun hasn't risen yet. Everyone was asleep. No wonder, it was way too early to be up. The silence was wonderful. No sounds of weapons clashing against weapons. No one running around. No one groaning in pain. It was kinda peaceful. In moments like this, Camp Half-Blood almost seemed like a normal camp. But one could still see its uniqueness by looking at the different cabins, with each one decorated in another way – and a few harpies walking around.

Avon got out of his bed and put on some comfortable clothes consisting of plain dark blue jeans, a black colored tank top and a pair of boots. When he went to the Forge, there was no need in dressing up. It would just get dirty and sweaty. He grabbed a few things he would need for later and left the Hephaestus cabin. As he stepped out, the fresh morning air welcomed him. He took a deep breath of nature's scent.

The boy made his way to the Forge, passing the Arena and the Armory. He took the long way. He could've gone the faster one, but he insisted on getting more fresh air before spending his time in a place where it smells like fire, burning metal and maybe sweat.

When he entered the place, the first thing he saw was a pile of broken weapons – swords, daggers, spears ecetera. The Hephaestus kid rolled his eyes on the sight of the unnecessary big pile. Why? Why couldn't those kids just care more about the weapons they use? People care about their pets, some even dressing them. But why couldn't they care about a weapon which was made by a human, or half-human being, after days of hard-work.

This was something that really bothered him. He also had lots of important things to do instead of repairing weapons. Avon picked out a sword – of what was left of it. It was broken in three pieces and had burning marks on it. He touched the edge of the blade which melted away. What the hellhound poop have they done with this? Possibly tried to bake a cake? If yes, then they failed.

With a sigh, he took the three pieces and threw them away. Before he could start making a new one, he first had to make a fire in the oven. While waiting for it to burn brightly, he moved to the right corner of the room to pick some materials.

First of all, the metal for the blade itself. There was only one choice. Celestial bronze. As for the wood, he chose a piece of rosewood. Commonly used for furniture, it is also a good choice for a sword hilt. It's strong and the light smell of it always comforted him. It was his favorite material to use.

Avon started to draw the outlines on the raw metal. He wanted to make something extraordinary but all he had to do was an ordinary sword, which is probably going to break in the next few days. It wasn't worth all the effort he would have to put into it.

When the fire in the oven was big and hot enough to be worked with, he grabbed his hammer and put the blade into the fire until the metal reached a good temperate. He then put it on an anvil and started treating it with a hammer. He repeated that process until the shape was right.

After he was done with the shaping of the blade, he was finally able to treat the metal with heat. Grabbing the blade, he put it into the oven and waited a few seconds before dipping it into water. He didn't like using oil. Treating it with oil was easier to control but with water the results were much better and the blade would be more flexible.

With one hand, the demigod patted away drops of sweat. He finished the one sword after hours of work. Without noticing that time flew by, he pulled out a chair and sat down. Others might think forging a sword is easy and quick, but in reality it takes hours to get one done. Maybe if they knew they wouldn't use their weapons as carelessly as they do now. Well, guess not.

His eyes wandered back to the pile of broken weapons that was still there and hasn't even shrinked a bit. Another one and he might go crazy.

With a groan he got up from his comfy chair and picked another weapon – this time a half-melted dagger. He played around with it for a while when he heard the door open. ''Don't you dare to bring any other broken weapons in here.'', he said in a loud, annoyed voice and threw the dagger. It hit the wall beside the door. "The next thing I'm going to throw is an anvil.''

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word count - 807
notes - do you really want to get an anvil thrown at your face? haha
muse - breaking benjamin
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[April Raven]

A step through the forest. The sound echoed through it in the silence of the night. A girl and a group of girls behind her stepped into a clearing. They were bathed in a silver glow as they stood looking at one another. Then when one with raven black hair stepped forward and broke into a grin, they all started to laugh. She looked like a mess right now. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her shirt and jeans had some tears in them.

A noise to their left barked through the forest. She looked back to the girls and with quietness stalked forward. Some grabbed their bows and arrows. Some grabbed their swords. She held a dagger. The small blade was an extension of her arm and she loved it. This was just practice though. Practice for what really lay out there. In the back of her mind, she could feel the link with Ringo. He was nervous for her. They hadn't seen each other in years and she was just arriving again after a couple years of on the hunt.

Her backpack was on her shoulders as she and the other girls broke into a run. They were now in pursuit or a herd of deer. The wolves that followed them close at their sides. Blacks, whites, and grays. Blending and not blending in with the forest. April's eyes flicked to one of the girls and the girl released and arrow. It struck a tree which caused the deer to bolt. With a silent signal, April sent two of the wolves after it. The rest of the girls followed suit.

But April paused. Something was following them. She turned in her spot just as a hellhound jumped out at her. It pushed her to the ground, but not before she was able to get a good clean cut on its side with the dagger. It started circling her and she made sure that she never had her back to it. Her thumb moved to the hilt of the dagger and she pressed the hidden button, the dagger erupting into a sword. The beast widened its eyes but jumped at her nonetheless. April was ready this time and struck clean through and the hellhound evaporated into the dust.

She stood with her back turned towards where the rest of the girls had gone through. Her sword was chipped. Just a tiny bit that only an experienced people could really tell. Or the owner of the blade. She huffed in frustration as a wolf came up beside her. "We are waiting for you." She turned towards Runt. He was the smallest of the wolves that traveled with them. He was pure black, but had the most amazing voice when he howled. "Tell them to go on ahead. I need to get this fixed now. I will be to the cabin shortly. You guys should stay in the forest though."

[/b] She spoke aloud to him even though they could communicate telepathically.

He nodded to her and went to tell the other girls to go ahead to Artemis' cabin. With that April walked towards the forgery. It only took her a short while to get there. But the sun had started to rise over the horizon. She looked at it for a minute and turned towards the door. As she opened it a male’s voice rang out to her. She narrowed her eyes at the comment. This was the forgery. Weapons came here to be fixed. A dagger flew at her, but veered towards the wall. His next statement made April scoff. "Really mature. Artemis would have your head if you harmed one of us."

It was true. The last boy that hurt one of the girls got turned into a turtle. Sure it had only been a week, but that boy veered far from them after that. She held up her sword and pressed the button on the hilt, and it made a shhk sound as it shortened into the dagger again. "I just need this sharpened. A hellhound chipped it in a fight." She said as her blue eyes looked him over wearily.

i believe i told some lies /Avon. im holding onto all i had /695.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /She won't try to get real close to him and such, but if he loosens up a bit she won't be so formal and defensive. ^.^. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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[Avon Deverell]

(( I SEE YOU ))
c a u s e y o u w o n ' t g e t o u t o f m y w a y

(( I HEAR YOU ))
c a u se y o u w o n ' t q u i t s c r e a m i n g m y n a m e

Avon was still holding on to the anvil he threatened to throw. Yes, he was being serious about that. Who wouldn't be if some people angered you with the thing you hate the most. Unused or rarely used weapons which were already broken. He was being really sensitive about this. Sometimes he really just wished others would care about the work he and his fellow cabin mates do.

He cleaned his hands with a towel and patted away drops of sweat from his forehead. It was really warm in that place, considering the big fires in the ovens. Since he wasn't going to do much in the next few minutes or even longer, he adjusted the temperature of the fire and lowered it, so that only a small fire was present.

With a sigh, he walked over to the wall were the dagger was stuck. He pulled it out and put it back on the pile of weapons where he got it from. The boy took his time to throw a few totally demolished and ruined swords, daggers, spears and shields into a container to melt them down later, before turning his full attention to the guest. He chuckled at her comment. ''Yeah. Sorry. I would like to keep my head.'', he said, raising his arms to show that he was not intending to harm anyone. ''And I'm sure you would pin me to the ground before I could even take one step towards you.''

Getting cursed or even turned into something else, which counts as curse to him, was one of his biggest fears. He would do anything not to get turned into a fly or whatever that someone would do. He shuddered at the thought of it. Really not funny. He definitely knew better than to harm a huntress of Artemis.

When the girl's sword turned into the shape of a dagger his eyes sparkled with interest. The Hephaestus son has seen a lot of magical weapons during his stay at Camp Half-Blood, but he was still easily fascinated by them. Just like a little kid getting presents for Christmas even though he already knows what he's getting. That is how it was like when someone showed him an unique weapon. He doesn't have one himself, which wasn't too bad. And he never needed one. He is a supplier of weapons not a user. His skill was all he needed.

''Can I see this for a second?'', he asked eagerly, a smile spreading across his face and completely ignored the mention of a hellhound, which would have probably just ticked him off.

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word count - 434
notes - It's a bit shorter. Hope you don't mind.
muse - breaking benjamin
tags - April.

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[April Raven]

April watched the boy calculatingly. He still held the anvil and although she wasn't too scared of him, you could never be too cautious. She watched as he cleaned off his hands, turned the heat of the fire down, and pulled the dagger he had thrown out of the wall. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He continued to ignore her for a moment longer to throw some things into the fire. When he finally did turn back to her, her eyes unnarrowed themselves. So he did have some smarts about him then?

She let a tiny hint of a ghost smile tug at the corners of her lips. Then his last comment about her pinning him to the ground easily made her finally smile. "Oh perhaps. It all depends on how much of a fight you would put up. Tell me. When you fight a girl, do you fight her like an equal or go softer on her? During training too." She spoke in a precise way. Almost calculating her words.

Since her eyes had still been on him when she had pressed the button she had seen the interest he saw in her dagger. She gave a tiny smile and became a bit more relaxed. Sure he could still be a threat, but at the moment it seemed highly unlikely. He stepped forward slightly and held out his hand asking to see it. She raised her eyebrow for a second before nodding and handing it over to him hilt first.

"Just be careful with it. It was a present from Nike when I became a huntress. Seemed as if she was happy that one of her daughters had done such a thing."

[/B] She said that latter in a bit of an undertone as she was merely speaking her thoughts out loud. But she thought he probably wouldn't catch it. He would probably be too intrigued by the dagger/sword to notice. Just like he hasn't noticed the hellhound. Usually talking about monsters got reactions out of most. She was surprised and happy that it didn't happen with him.

i believe i told some lies /Avon. im holding onto all i had /358.
i believe in butterflies /done. go to hell some other day /outfit.
saying sorry for when i was bad /So this is late and short :/. trust me itll be ok REAL SLIM SHADY !? [/color]@ caution 2.0.
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