Legacies of the Forge

The forge for Camp Jupiter wasn't large, and it was attached to the armory, which made sense as far as Xavier could figure, but he wished it was larger. The legacy of Vulcan sat over an anvil, slamming a piece of hot metal into the shape he wanted it. He was sweating somewhat, but he felt more relaxed and at peace here in the forge than he did anywhere else in the camp. No weasels. No elephants. He had even made sure to rid himself of explosives and oxidizers before coming in. It was just him, his hammer and the metal that he was shaping.

That metal he was shaping was going to be his leg some day, he hoped. Right now, he was working on it looking like a leg instead of like a blob of metal. He might not care too much for appearance, but he did figure that the shape of the leg was important. Sweat started to drip down around his goggles, and he stopped pounding to wipe them off. He hoped this wouldn't take a lot longer to do. He wanted to be able to walk again.

Eve walked into the outerb area of the forge with her motorcycle rolling at her side. She had dented some metal earlier the week and, regretfully, she was just now getting around to hammering it out smooth again. Walking past Xavier, whom she knew very little about, she grabbed her belt of tools and squatted down by her bike. She took of the cover of the back wheel and set it on the table in front of her. The dent wasn't too terrible but to her it was clear as day and was going to bother her until she fixed it as best she could.

Searching through her tools the daughter of Vulcan couldn't find her smallest hammer and that was about the only thing she needed right now.Where is that blast hammer? She asked searching her table and scanning the room a little as well. Her two toned hair was whipping around quickly as her gaze darted around the room trying to find the tool. Fixing her overall straps she walked around the room and peered from behind Xavier's shoulder at the thing he was working on in front of him.What's that bro? She asked curious.

Xavier stopped hammering against the hollow leg for a minute and looked up, adjusting his goggles as he did. "Hmmm?" He said as his mind replayed the question. "Uh, it is a leg. A prosthetic leg to fit..." He stopped and looked down at his stump, then back up, his expression never really changing except for an almost imperceptible frown. "To fit me."

Eve looked it over.Sweet. I call first race dibs when its done and you get used to it. She smiled happily. She couldn't imagine what it was like to not have a leg so she tried to make the best of her half brother getting a prosthetic.Oh, have you seen my hammer? The small one with the mahogany handle. Eve explained making a motion as to how long it was and then to her bike which needed some repairs.