[attr="class","aurelie_body"]As Aurelie slipped on her forging apron and safety goggles and started the process of constructing the promised knives for Ruby, she found herself dwelling on Ruby calling her eyepatch
"kinda hot, actually" during their tryst. In the heat of the moment, Aurelie hadn't paid much attention to the comment, but now the memory was providing a lot of food for thought. She'd always thought being a one-eyed, eyepatch-wearing cyclops of a woman would be unappealing, but apparently not to Ruby.
But then, Ruby was pretty unique in her own right, wasn't she?
Turning on one of the propane forges, Aurelie let both the glowing, fiery forge heat and the memory of their recent encounter warm her face and redden her cheeks. A smile lingered on her lips as she sliced one of her newly acquired bars of 1095 steel into two halves and used a pair of tongs to place one of the halves inside the forge. Then she bricked up the other end of the forge with a few cinder blocks, sealing more heat within.
The sight of the tongs drew forth another recollection associated with Ruby: their first meeting in the desert, where Aurelie had gone snake-hunting with a hand-forged pair of what the internet had told her were proper snake tongs for hunting and trapping. Ruby had stared at those tongs as if they were the most outlandish things she'd ever seen.
And she was probably right, Aurelie thought with a grin. Ruby had caught her Silicobra with good Pokemon teamwork and battle tactics, while Aurelie managed to snare one by basically lunging, yelling, and hoping.
I don't know why Ruby and I ended up being allies after that awkward first impression.While the steel heated up, she sat down at a worktable to plan and design the two knives she'd had in mind for Ruby: a slender, tanto-like stabbing knife and a thick, curved kukri for slashing. She decided to make both of them relatively lightweight and easy to conceal, measuring no more than ten inches long. Both could be used either as tools or weapons, depending on the situation, so they could serve a lot of purposes for Ruby.
Once the half-bar of steel had heated up to forging temperature, she promptly put the other half of the bar inside the forge, before taking the first heated-up bar to the hydraulic press. Using light but firm pressure, Aurelie molded and shaped the bar to the desired length and width for the stabbing knife. She then returned it to the forge before it cooled down too much, letting it heat up again so that she could use a hand hammer to manually pound the metal into the right profile and forge out the tip and bevels on the anvil. She followed the same procedure with the second bar of metal, except that she hammered this one with the classic curved belly of the kukri. This would make the knife an excellent chopper and slasher.
As she worked, Aurelie called upon the memories and impressions that she had of Ruby, which were vivid, if not numerous, given that the two women had only met twice in their lives so far. She thought about their first meeting, where Ruby had been aloof and capable; about how she'd reluctantly shown admiration for Aurelie's skinning skills and fine knives, if not her hunting ability; and about how they had parted on good terms, smiling and joking about secret identities. How they'd planned out the heist on the warehouse, only to find themselves improvising as the guards, the cameras, and the padlock provided new challenges; how Ruby had cleanly taken out the remaining guard in the warehouse without hesitation or fear; how they'd rushed out of the warehouse with their booty in tow; and how Ruby had apprehensively decided to trust her about a safe place to lay low. How she'd scared off that stranger, relaxed once they made it back to the forge, and showed a wonderful warmth and passion during their stress-relief tryst.
She thought of all these memories as she forged and hammered and heated, trying to imbue them into the steel and the knives themselves. Aurelie wanted the knives she made for Ruby to have the best of Ruby's qualities: strength and toughness, but also flexibility and adaptability, so that they wouldn't snap or fall apart under pressure. She wanted these knives, and Ruby herself, to be around for a long while to do exciting, useful, and impressive things for many years to come.
Once both knives were profiled, she put them into the tempering ovens for a few hours. While the knives were in the tempering ovens, Aurelie headed upstairs to her kitchen to throw together a stew of beef, chicken, potatoes, carrots, and onions served with more baguette slices. She left the stew simmering on the stove while she went back to the forge to take the knives out of the tempering ovens, inspecting the metal for cracks, delaminations, and other flaws. Taking a deep breath, she then quenched the blades, uttering a prayer for each moment the knives were submerged in the quenching oil, hoping there would be no flaws, warps, or other issues once she pulled out the knives from the tanks.
To her joy and relief, both blades emerged from the quench both intact and clearly hardened.
That's enough for one day, I think, she decided, laying the knives onto a table and heading back to eat dinner. She ladled out a bowl of stew for Ruby whenever she returned and wolfed down a couple bowls at her table, reading through a fantasy novel as she ate. In the living room, she left a lamp on for Ruby and a note that she'd gone to bed, for whenever the other woman returned, and went straight to bed.
The next day, now all that was left was to add handles to them, put an edge on both blades, and finish the details. For the handle, Aurelie chose durable, lightweight Micarta with a subtle texture engraved across the surface for better gripping, in a dark storm-grey color faintly marbled with delicate veins of brilliant red. She thought it would suit Ruby without looking too flashy or ostentatious. After attaching the handle scales and mechanically fastening them with steel pins to both knives, she contoured both handles to fit perfectly in the hand and ensure excellent indexing and aiming.
Arceus knows I've learned enough about Ruby's hands by now to know exactly what would fit well into them, Aurelie reflected with a smirk.
Working quickly and smoothly now that the end was near, she put a fine, razor-like V-shaped edge on the stabbing knife but chose a sturdier apple-seed edge for the kukri. Then she added a series of tooth-like serrations to the stabbing knife so that it could be handy for sawing or ripping. After some more polishing and refining, Aurelie finally set down both knives at around noon and was ready to pronounce herself done.
Taking a deep breath, the red-haired smith inspected her handiwork with pride.
Not half bad, if I do say so myself. Aurelie reached for her phone to text Ruby.
"Your order is done. Come to the shop whenever you're ready to pick them up."[newclass=.aurelie img]height:100px;width:100px;padding:15px;border:1px solid #fff;border-radius:100px;[/newclass]
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