Post by Dream Wolf on Dec 9, 2015 23:25:44 GMT
Dream pondered, knowing it would irritate Tayte to some degree, but he had to give Fang something or the extra personality would never shut up. He looked at Tayte after a few seconds of thinking. "Let's head to the Smithy, I can ask Porky what kinds of metal would have the properties we need. Light weight and strong are the basics yes, but we need something with some flex to prevent it from snapping like the aluminum did, and its possible we will need something new. I can smelt metals myself, but to do it right I would need a forge."
The young teen turned to head towards the smithy, then paused. "Actually, lets get blueprints first." Fang had just reminded Dream that Porky, or Callus Swime, which sounded like swine thus the nickname, was very mad at Dream still for making a suit of armor out of an alloy he hadn't fully tested. The end result had been a suit of armor that cracked when exposed to extreme cold, and since Dream had, without permission of course, gone to the mountains to test it against a bunch of pipsqueaks he had heard about, he had once again almost died...but not from Darkness, since the rumor had been just that, a rumor and thus had no standing in reality...
Hypocrite...you tell this poor lad off for jumping off a roof, when you yourself are no better, always running off to become the next great Chaser. If not for those fur trappers you'd be an ice sculpture up on the mountain, stuck inside a suit of armor that wouldn't come off because it locked up with ice and the cracks had sheared off the heads of the pins so you couldn't undo the hinges. Dream could see the smug grin on Fang's non existent face. Which in Dream's mind was like his, but filled with shadow where the eyes were.
"Just a note, if you hear any rumors about me, most of them aren't true, but some of them are."
The young teen turned to head towards the smithy, then paused. "Actually, lets get blueprints first." Fang had just reminded Dream that Porky, or Callus Swime, which sounded like swine thus the nickname, was very mad at Dream still for making a suit of armor out of an alloy he hadn't fully tested. The end result had been a suit of armor that cracked when exposed to extreme cold, and since Dream had, without permission of course, gone to the mountains to test it against a bunch of pipsqueaks he had heard about, he had once again almost died...but not from Darkness, since the rumor had been just that, a rumor and thus had no standing in reality...
Hypocrite...you tell this poor lad off for jumping off a roof, when you yourself are no better, always running off to become the next great Chaser. If not for those fur trappers you'd be an ice sculpture up on the mountain, stuck inside a suit of armor that wouldn't come off because it locked up with ice and the cracks had sheared off the heads of the pins so you couldn't undo the hinges. Dream could see the smug grin on Fang's non existent face. Which in Dream's mind was like his, but filled with shadow where the eyes were.
"Just a note, if you hear any rumors about me, most of them aren't true, but some of them are."