New Weapons (finished)

[Magma Stryke]

(OOC: I can't do 3 weapons in one post, so I'll make each a separate post)

Magma put his jacket on his chair and closed the door behind him. He had just finished walking home from Fledge's house and sighed. He kept his stare on the ground as he walked over to his table and dropped himself on his chair. He put his head in his hands and screamed. The yelled was muffled by his hands and was held for about 5 seconds. After his shout, he took a deep breath and raised his head. How is he still alive, Magma thought. His mind started hurting as he thought of how his father could still be alive. Sighing again, he stood up and walked into a door towards the back of the room.

It led him to a room that seemed like a garage. The room was faintly lit and there was a huge pot in the center. The pot was filled with a red liquid that was steaming. Magma walked over to a coat rack and took his red shirt off. He placed his shirt on the rack and dragged himself to a stool near the burning pot. By his feet was an unfinished weapon. The coal was ready to be made into steel, so Magma took it from the floor and put it in the pot.

After 3 minutes, Magma pulled it back out, seeing a very red piece of rock. He quickly moved it to another pot full of blue liquid. He placed the burning rock into the new pot and cooled it off in an instant. Pulling it out quickly, it was made into a thin blade the size of a rapier. He smiled when he looked at the hilt. The handle resembled a fire with the design of flames. The sheath was complimented by a rose at the tip of it. the stem ran down the whole sheath. Magma put the sword into the sheath. The rose at the ti, the stem going up, and the the sword with the flames. "Flame Rose," he called it. With a smile, he put it on his finished weapons rack.

[Magma Stryke]

"Well, Flame Rose got me in a good mood," Magma said. "I think I'll make another weapon." He went into his closet and took out another piece of coal. He grabbed his sledge hammer and took both to an iron table. He put the coal on the table and carefully aimed at it with the hammer. With hand crushing force, Magma brought the hammer down and smashed the coal with it. He did it continuously until the ball of coal became a flat bread looking piece of coal.

The flat piece of coal was quickly taken to the cauldron filled with lava. It was dunked inside and Magma went over to the closet to get a blank sheath. Taking a sharp piece of metal, he began working on it. For two minutes, Magma created the design of a confusing figure. It looked like something you would find in a shadow. He ran to the lava before his coal went to hot and ruined. Taking it out, he rushed over to the water filled pot and dunked it in.

After about a minute, he pulled it out and it became curved. For a second, his face was filled with shock and disbelief. He thought he had messed it up. But his expression quickly turned to a smile. It wasn't a normal sword anymore like he intended. It was a cutlass now. A full-fledged cutlass. He placed it in the sheath and put it next to the Flame Rose on the finished rack. That was two weapons in about a half hour. Him being angry really sped up the process. But he didn't exactly know why he chose to design a shadow on the sheath. But he figured his sheath designs helped him with the name. "Dark Shadow," he said, looking at his cutlass. He smiled again as he finished yet another weapon this day.

[Magma Stryke]

"A rapier and my very first cutlass," Magma said. "And now, for the perfect katana to end it off." Magma went into his closet and pulled out a third piece of coal. What he didn't know was that this coal was no ordinary coal. It was a blackened stone that held immense power. Pure power. Infinite power. Ultimate power that just got smashed with a sledge hammer ten times.

Time and time again, he smashed and crushed it into a katana design. He finished and placed it into the lava pot. He smiled as it started to burn in a black smoke, but the smoke turned white. "That's.....weird," Magma said slowly. "Never did that before." He shrugged and moved onto the sheath. He decided to make it into a dove type design to signal the aerial power.

The lava started shooting out of the pot, cutting Magma design time off. He quickly grabbed the pole and took it out. In a flash of white light, Magma was somehow thrown onto the floor. He looked up at it and saw the sword floating by itself in the air. The glow was a dark black color. The blade wasn't steel. It didn't have enough time to become steel. It stayed iron. But Magma knew it was pure. It didn't have to be finished. It was perfect already. "Kuro, for dark," he said. "Kurogane, for iron. Maru, for perfection. Kurogane Maru shall be your name, my new beauty." It didn't deserve a sheath. All it needed was a holder strap. He smiled to it as it gently floated down onto a soft cushion.

(OOC: Done. ;D)