Sanguinary Mitten - Wiring and Assembly

Thankfully for her, the whole process of creating those channels that the wires would flow through, was made a whole lot easier by her brother's presence. His ability to manipulate the soul steel with his mana had made a nearly impossible task, a rather simple one.

"I suppose that's all there is to it, then." The clown would state in response to her brother's words, as her attention shifted away from the much larger man, and over towards what remained of the ore. The blood copper, and ghost mythril alloy. Now this, this would take some time.

Unlike the other two pieces of this puzzle, the clown wouldn't be wailing away at the metal until it was the shape she wanted. Well, she would a bit, but not nearly as much as before!

A gauntleted hand would reach out, grasping onto the some of the snow, which she'd raise right to her forehead, allowing herself to cool off if only for a moment. After that, she silently got back to work making the wires. A painstaking amount of attention would be spent, as the woman created wire, after wire from the foul ore.

Handling the ore in, and of itself was tricky business. Too much time spent touching it, and it attempted to latch onto you. If anyone else had asked her to handle such foul metals, she probably would have slapped them, and walked away, but well... Her brother had asked her, so there was no way she could say no.

"Now for tha' interestin' part. This is probably gonna hurt, Task. Ready yerself."

Her brother was a madman, just like her, so odds are he was going to do something incredibly stupid, and dangerous, and honestly? She'd have it no other way. Slowly, but surely those blood cooper wires would begin to be fed through the channels in the gauntlet.

"Just about..." She'd mumble, as she fed the last wire through. "Done." A simple nod follows, as she took a step back, and away from her brother, admiring her handy work for a moment. Though she wasn't done, not quite yet. As the wires probably did their thing, and latched into her brother's arm, the woman would make her way over towards the barbed knuckles.

They were so close to being finished, all they needed to do was attach the knuckles, and then the tempering.
(Vanamir Queen)



Dun would nod steadily as he held his mittened arm still, gritting his teeth in preparation for the pain ahead as the accursed, living wire was dredged forth from the alloy. It was a foolish endeavor to use such material, let alone feed it into his very veins and circuitry with barbs.

But it wouldn't be a worthy caestus of legend if things weren't a bit foolish.

As the crimson, etheric wires were fed into the slots, Task would mold them and knead them forth into the gauntlet's channels with a flick of his fingers, energy magic coursing through the soul steel alloyed to the living blood copper as it seeped through the various tunnels within the great mitten.

As the barbs pierced with sickening snaps into each of the precisely shaped spots, blood would leak down upon the stone with steady, ichorous drops as malefic power radiated from the gauntlet. As each bar bore deeper into veins, bound metaphysically to his circuitry as much as physically to his physicality's flow. The foul energy coursed through the pugilist's arm, veins upon his shoulder blackening lightly from the release of energy.

Without refining it, this would be of no use. Were that he did not have the leviathan mana oil to refine and scour his grandiose artifice free of its taint.

But first, the last barbs must be fastened to the knuckles.

As the final wires were set into place from within with Task's willful resolve and Vanamir's aid, the man would extend his gauntlet as blood dripped heavily from its form, holding its empty knuckles out to his little sister with a pain, missing toothed grin.

"This one will hurt the worst. Well, second worst, but we'll get to the last part...secure the knuckles now, I'll connect the wiring from within with my energy magic...we need to refine it soon, my life force is being sapped."

The clown warlord would ignite forth in a brilliant azure shroud of ethereal mana, dense and pulsating with vibrant energy and flowing life. The blackened veins would recede lightly, his musculature bulking out with concentration as his blood continued to leak from the internal barbs of the caestus.
(Task)

Task's body lighting up with cyan mana was all the woman needed to see to proceed. Well, him saying to proceed certainly helped, but let's not dwell on that. Yeah?

Cool.

With the barbed knuckles resting in her blackened hands, the jester would slowly, but surely make her way over towards her brother's side. Gently lowering herself until she was at eye level with the gauntlets. Then, slowly, like with the wiring the woman got to work situating those barbed knuckles onto the front of the gauntlets.

It's a painstaking effort, but one that needed to be done.

"Stars, compared t'makin' Cameo's whip, this... This is a lot more work." Which was true, all she needed to do there was attach some... Weird pieces of human bodies to a weapon, and then pour some sap over it. Here? This was a giant puzzle, that required every ounce of concentration that she could muster, and then some.

Not even a single slip up could be afforded here.

A few more moments would pass, before those barbed knuckles would at long last be attached, and then, and only then would the woman notice the blood dripping from the gauntlets. The copper wires were already digging into her brother's flesh.

"We'll have this done soon." She spoke, with a voice filled with concern. "All we have left is the tempering." She pauses, as she pushes herself back up to her feet, as a hand moved up to push a bang away from her right eye.

"Are you good to keep going?"
(Vanamir Queen)


Task would grimace with pain as the cursed wiring burnt into his flesh and circuitries with its foul, living spirit, actively forcing back its influence with resolve as sweat ran down his scarred, eyeless visage in spite of the cold mountain air present.

It was clear, this was trying, but he would not back down now.

Raise his knuckle forth, he'd grit his teeth as the cold iron knuckles were bound and fastened to the great caestus, bloodied wires coiling outwards from the seams of the sanguinary mitten as they interweaved with the parasitic metal. Barbs pierced deeply into the clown warlord's knuckles with an audible crack and splatter of blood, a menacing property of the accursed metal that, while necessary for the completion of the process, was made far more painful by the malevolence of the living metal.

It must be tempered clean, refined by burning mana...

A jug was tossed to Vanamir with a firm nod, the heavy, oily contents sloshing within as he pointed to the first empty crucible. It was there that they could boil that which was inside, the final, torturous stretch of the mitten laden endeavor.

"That contains oil from the great leviathan, Charbydis. Coursing with mana, it will be used to channel and refine the gauntlet, wiring and all. It will be intensely hot when boiled by your starfire and my energy, so you must hold the crucible still as I plunge my arm within."

Naturally. Not insane at all.
(Task)