#fenixtj

The foundry/smithy beneath Fenix is but one place where weapons are pumping out! TWeak herself works at the more offensive angles of her profession! She's not made actual weapons in a while, and trying her hands at it is actually ... darkly, fun.

Symond has been staying at the Pitt lately, but ffor this project, she's helping out once again.

"A'ight, so..." Tweak never took up smoking, but she's got a bolt dangling from her teeth as she looks over schematics. "We gots plenty to knock 'em down a few pegs with sheer oomph...but wanna deploy some shit what'll mess up they cantrips, too."

"Well we sure can't work cold iron... what else will mess up cantrips?" Symond says "We gonna make ego seeking missiles or something to take out sidhe?"

"Ooooh....jot that down."

"Both of 'em."

"I 'specially like th' idea of redirecting stuff back on 'em. A return-to-sender gun."

She jots it down.

"huh, return to sender would also be okay with Chapuleh Bluetooth huh? She's kind of squeemish about bloodshed for a lady who whams things with a hammer"

"Fuck, she seelie. I'm thinkin' she be okay wit' 'you gets back what you gives out.'"

"So, BLAM, yo shit comin' back in yo face! Ain' my fault you fucker put it out there. Yeah....yeahh....."

"Okay, that's gonna take a karmic enhancer... do we even have the materials for that?"

"'Course, once they catches on, they start firin' healing an' shit...an' that when we stop reflectin' it...." she mutters.

"Huh? Mmm...well...mirrors in sets of three, for starts...easy enough once they boosted with juice."

"Maybe a dual action chamber so we can switch to just regular blam blam when they try to get clever?" She jots down about the mirrors "Or would that be too heavy?"

"Mayyyyybe...or...maybe like reversible off the body of a bazooka? Jus' flip th' ends? Reverse the harm back on 'em, and when they start shootin' the good shit, flip-flip, an' we boost th' benefit on us?"

A frown. "Course, gotta be able to recognize what they castin' before they castin' it. Maybe some kinda filter instead? Like...semi-permeable?"

"Huh.. could make it look like a riot shield"

"Not a gun? Hmmm... makes sense, for the functionality. Static deployment, not firing in response. A'ight...that be a whole diff'rent direction. I be bettin' B gonna love that for realz, though." Thinking. "Gonna cost a shitload in glamour, though. How long you think we be able to keep somepin like that charged?"

"ugh... not sure... could be short lived.." A pause "Unless it somehow utilized the glamour of the incoming cantrip?"

Tweak leans back and looks at her. "Y'know what that be soundin' like? One of 'em old Bussard ram jet designs."

"Yeah? You'll have to fill me because I'm young and fresh and full of life unlike others"Needle grin

A snerk. "You ain' nothin' but a grub. A'ight...so...back before th' Resurgence, bunch o' tinkerers start musin' NASA types fer ideas 'bout how to get further 'n th' moon. Course, moon ain' even been got to yet at that point, but still...think big, right? So the NASA guys never go nowheres with it, but all these writers does. Bussard ram jet: like a great big cone what scoops up hyrdogen in space, compress it down tight, then use it for fuel. Put one of 'em on th' front of yer spaceship, an' once ya get the thing movin' in space it jus' keep powerin' its damn self."

"Shit... that's... Bussard one of us?"

She looks impressed

"Nope, leastways not as far as I ever hear. One helluva Dreamer, though." A tone of respect.

"Huh well, until I hear otherwise, I'm going to assome it was some Alt Nocker that mused at least" She flips open a new print to draw on, "So we work on a scoop design.... spiral or infinity symbol? Plain circle might do too but that's so blah"

"Not infinity...we need t' be able to turn th' shit off. Spiral...huh...maybe...." A frown.

"mm you got something better? "

"Well....fuck me runnin'... we got a basic design in th' ritual chamber, ain't we. From th' trap th' ol' bitch used."

"Holy furk, we do!"

A scowl. "Hate t' take jus' about anything good outta that, but we done it a'fore. A'ight...we screw wit' th' basics from that, make shields...person holdin' th' shield activate it with a bit of they own glamour or some dross...but after that it get power-ups from incomin' cantrips. Shield bounce th' bad stuff back on the dealers, let th' good stuff through to th' defenders, an' either way it get magnified." A smirk. "Damn thing gonna look like a flat disco ball."

"What's a disco?" Blank innocent look

then a smirk "Shitting you..yeah that'll work, and we'll be able to save so much time"

A responding smirk. "Smartass. Get down there an' pull th' fuckin' design basics from th' room."

"Righto"

And thus,, the device takes form... the move did save time, and Tweak has studied the pattern as few others. SHe can adapt it, calibrate it, in short 'Tweak' it. The Disco Disc takes form, every facet carefully cultivated.

Might be glaring, might be tacky....might be hella-effective, so shut th' fuck up!

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