Knowing what she is doing now, Circe decides that gifting a single armored up coat to a group would be poor etiquette. Especially not when the scrap metal was cheap. Circe found it strange that going to a scrap yard for metal and saying it was for a costume actually worked. The owner had quizzed her on Star Trek and her ignorance of the subject got the owner's approval. The metal she'd scavenged was solid stuff, most likley steel composite. As if that would matter since the mundies weren't ever going to see the metal unless things went bad. And they'd better not come whining to Circe that the coat that saved their lives had blue metal in it which they couldn't wear because it was blue.


Circe decided that this time she'd document the whole process. Why the exra work? That way, anyone else who is feeling crafty can make it so her blue fingers didn't have to suffer through making metal rings.


Which rang false, for Circe was going to do brigandine slats instead. A little research and she'd discovered that she'd made the chainmail the hard way without the specialist equipment to do so. Instead of buying said equipment, Circe decided to follow a little cheat from the Dark Ages. Metal hidden in leather. This brigandine should be easier on her fingers for the same benefit, hammering it instead of working her digits until they bled.


Well, hack saw and some forge heating, some grinding, and then came the hammering. That would get the scraps cut to size to reforge into plates, with the leftovers collected for later smelting into something or other.


Meh, shouldn't be too hard.


an hour later



That was easier. Next Circe had to rivet now into the the tarp "vest." Working the metal so it was in place for properly hiding into the coat.


another hour



Okay, this was a lot harder. Was she distracted writing stuf down that badly? Finally sewing it into the coat so that it was out of sight. On the plus side for the elf, she now knew how to do this and what was most useful for it. That and her fingers were not bleeding from manually making rings. A little shopping trip and she'd gotten the proper stuff for piercing the tough materials, stitching it together, and not bleeding her fingers to bits.


that took a while



Circe groans, surprisingly sore as she checks the cloak. That had taken a lot longer then she expected. Had last time taken that long? Oh wait, she'd had to salvage the plates first this time. That'd explain the longer hours.