Serene Serenes (Sept 10-13)

[om_nom_namur]

Who: The Spades. Any allies that might still be hanging around.
Where: Serenes
When: 9/10-9/13
What: The crew goes to Serenes so their Heron Princess won't die
Warnings: Language?
Style: Action or prose, whatever
Status: Open

After a nasty prolonged battle, the Spades deserve a nice, peaceful retreat.

Comments

[redfootzeff]

Bring the rum with you. I suspect you'll need it.

[Namur might drive him nuts sometimes, but Zeff is going to take no pleasure in this. It's going to hurt the fishman a lot.]

[He makes a detour to grab a spare chunk of iron for this. He's not gonna use his other kitchen equipment for this. Bad enough he's using his oven. He feels like he's committing a sin as he sticks the metal inside and heats up the oven to four hundred degrees.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur does indeed bring the rum, and sits at the table in the galley, watching Zeff curiously.]

The hell y' gonna do, Gramps? 'S that oven really gonna get hot 'nuff t' melt this shit off?

[redfootzeff]

Not sure if I can get it hot enough to melt it off. Won't try for two reasons: One, pretty sure melted gold won't come off the bottom of an oven easily and can ruin the oven; two, I'd have to shove your whole fin in there, and I'd like to avoid that.

[That seems downright cruel and unusual.]

The idea is to heat up the iron--which I know won't melt in the oven--and then press it to the ring to heat it up and soften it so it's easier to cut through. Best case scenario, the heat will do most of the work for us and melt through the gold.

[And he's already gathering dish towels to cover your fin so any melted gold doesn't end up on it.]

I'm gonna try and get the top off. Once the ends cool, we can try to pull out the half that's in your fin.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur nods tiredly, then dumps a good portion of the rum down his throat.]

Gonna need a hell of a lot more a this shit 'fore yer through, that's for damn sure.

[He drops his head down to the table, using his arms to support it.]

[redfootzeff]

I'll get you another bottle.

[He'd rather have you unconscious drunk for this anyway.]

[He heads towards the pantry to do just that.]

[om_nom_namur]

[He'll be asleep hunched over the table by the time Zeff gets back. It's been a rough month, ok?]

[redfootzeff]

[Well, this makes things simple.]

[Zeff sets the rum down and covers Namur's fin with the dish towels. Then he pulls out the scrap iron from the oven using a set of kitchen tongs and presses it up against the gold. As suspected, the oven isn't hot enough to get the iron bar up hot enough to melt gold, so sticking Namur's fin in there would've been pointless.]

[However, he keeps pressing into the gold with the hot iron. Judging by the small dent he's creating, he's at least getting the idea of softening it to make it easier to shape or cut through working.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Zeff is a hero of the highest order. Namur will probably stay passed out until he's done and then for awhile after. Might want to clear him out of the way before mealtime though.]

[redfootzeff]

[It's going to take a while to get through that first side of the ring since he's figuring out the best way to do this. That and he has to periodically re-heat the iron bar. Still, he does get the idea, so the second side is going faster. Shouldn't be much longer until he can remove the entire top half of the ring.]