Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave...

[Micah tol Powl]

Continued from Indiana Beorni and the Temple of Ice​

THE PLANET
RHEN VAR
THE SILVER CITADEL

The young Beorni wandered back inside of the Citadel.

Starting with his head, and working back to his tail, the cub did a quick shake in order to get the snow from out of his fur as he came in the door. Then, moving at a quick pace, the boy took off for the room that he'd re-purposed into a craft shop. It faced out toward the inner courtyard, where Master Théo would sometimes lead members of the Silver Watch in lightsaber training using weighted Valkyri swords. On the exterior was a forge and smithy that the bear was starting to assemble, using designs from Midvinter.

For over a thousand generations, the Beorni had been artists and sculptors who had set civilization on Midvinter into motion.

He wanted to create stuff like that, too.

...except, this didn't seem like a case of something that would require a forge or a smithy. In the boy's arms, was the tattered remains of what had once been the cloak of some Jedi Lord now forgotten to the annals of history.

He really wanted to give the cloak a new life, and maybe as a present to someone. But, if he was going to do that... he was going to have to learn how to sew.

Setting the ruins of the cloak down on a table, the boy looked around the interior of his crafts shop. There were some looms and other things left here by the different Ike's who ventured through Rhen Var at one time or another. Opening up some boxes, the boy began diving into bolts of fabric and armorweave.

Standing back up, the boy held up a length of Sasori healing underlay, his muzzle planted in the crook of his free paw as the child tried to envision in his mind just what he wanted. "Hmmmm..." the boy mused aloud, before tucking the loose cloth back inside of the box.

Planting his paws on his hips, the child looked around and said, "I'll probably need to measure Master Harrison if this is going to fit him."

Calling up the master and asking for a tailoring session was probably going to seem a bit random.

[member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

"What is it you are looking for?", he asked after slashing the air with one of the training swords. He turned to find Kiriko muzzle deep in a box, paw feveriously searching through the bits and pieces there in. Theo placed the sword back in the holding nook and went to see if he could help. But instead he could not go past the piece of tatty material, there was some sort of 'life' within the fabric which considering the experience he had on Monastery with [member="Isla Ashen"], he was more then wary of it. Yet, unlike the tapestry, this piece of cloth did not conceal darkness, there was a sense of something greater about it something light.

"Well we could always use a holonet image of Master Harrison, you know .. a life size one to get the measurements?". But there is nothing like the real thing he supposed. He looked down at Kiriko, a thought passing through his mind as Theo knew what ambitions his apprentice had and Theo knows of a place on Midvinter in which the two could go and 'practice'. Once this is done he would ask Kiriko to return to Midvinter and to his own workshop at Himmeldal, where Theo's secret place is in which he self trains.

His eyes fell over the forge near by, silent for now and dead are the fires that light the coals. Theo allowed himself a moment to remember the morning song of Midvinter, the hammer to the anvil that wakes the villages across his fair land. In his youth he would hear it ringing out from his room in the Grand Hall that he once lived in, that is now someone elses, and no Grandpapa to greet him each and every morning with a hearty smile and good words. The pain of his passing still in his heart and always would be, there had been a lot of loss with his parting of this world into the next, more then his father, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] would ever truly know.

He brought himself out of his revere and gave his attention to Kiriko once more, as there was no point on dwell on what could .. should have been. "Here", he picked up a piece of armourweave, although light, might not be light enough for what Kiriko has forming in his mind.

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[member="Kiriko"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Kiriko"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Matsu looked at Kiriko with a look. "we have the hardlight projections of Master Harrison stored int he Citadel's databanks alog with a number of others. For training purposes." You could use it in the holonet suites they had for training and teaching before she looked at many of the other things they had set up. "We hae the equipment and the different tools needed for fixing up and a way you can give it more information." She was looking over more of the information bringing it up along with some of the other parts for the station. Matsu's hands clasped behidn her back though while she was walking and could feel the force energies coming from the structure and the wall itself. The synth mesh was like veins within that pulsed with the energies of the force and the lightside came out of every pore around them.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The cub's puffball tail was twitching happily as the hologram appeared.

"Amazing!" the little Beorni chirped. Then his round head started looking around for something. Skipping off to the right, the child returned a moment later with a chair raised over his head. Planting that down behind the illusion of [member="Connor Harrison"], the boy then paused in order to look around again. This time he went scrambling off to the left, and returned a moment later with a length of measuring tape.

Crawling up on the chair, the small bear stood behind the illustration of the Jedi Master and tossed the measuring tape around in order to measure the circumference of the man's shoulder. Then, jumping down with enough weight as to shake the room, the cub wandered away again only to return with a piece of loub-paper and a charcoal stick for writing down the measurements. While he didn't know much about modern technology, his penmanship in the Valkyri language was impressive.

Pulling himself back up into the chair, the boy measured the length from the base of the neck to the shoulder, then from the top of the shoulder down to the man's feet. Pausing, each time, to flops his butt down in the chair to make more notations on his paper with the charcoal stick.

Now, he needed the materials.

Bounding up on the chair, the room shook a second time as the boy's weight hit the floor before he was scrambling back over to the boxes. Master Théo had picked up an armorweave that was a silvery-grey argyle in how the knit was joined together. "That's pretty," the boy opined aloud, taking the offered cloth and holding it out for better inspection.

Drifting over, the tattered and faded cloak came over to smack the cub's paw. Then drifted over the box and lift out a corner of an armorweave that was a deep red. "Oh. I think it likes red," the cub realized, putting the silver armorweave back into the box and then pulling out a length of the crimson heavy-weight cloth.

Holding the cloth in one hand, and his loub-paper with the measurements in the other, the cub realized he wasn't sure how to get from Point A to Point... Cloak.

Setting those items aside, the small cub hurried over to where a computer terminal rested against one side of the room. Looking at the cryptic device skepitcally for a moment, the small bear turned back and pointed at the monitor as he spoke to the masters. They would know how the computer thing was supposed to work. "I wanna use this to search for... uh..." What was he searching for, exactly? "What are sewing instructions called?"

Yes, that.

[member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Kiriko"]

"Needle, thread, spindle and loom." Matsu was looking at him and this is where she could shine, she had made the equipment for this purpose, this work as the earliest incarnations of the Silver Watches cloaks were here. Leading the way for the padawan and knight into one of the rooms where different jedi were working on the equipment for the room. Different robes as well as jakobeasts that were shedding in their pens. The fur very fluffy and collected, then cleaned so it could be collected onto the robe cloaks themselves that gave it a black, dark grey, white look in places depending on the age of the jakobeast before she spoke. "This room will have all of the things that you need padawan."

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Not that Théo is a sewer, so he was very pleased when Master Ike spoke up on the subject. "But if you want the cloak to be seemless .. there is the Art of Small that could help with that too". It was not a skill he had, at least not good enough for the likes of what Kiriko wanted but Master Ike has it. He had seen the likes of the loams before on Midvinter, but never tried it. His skills was more the forge and the manipulation of metal and more so... wood.

While in exile, self imposed as it was, he had not sat idol with his own training and had practiced as best he could, the arts which he desired to continue on. But on this day, with the two of them he might get to learn something new or added on to his skills. "Tell me what you need Kiriko and how I can help".

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[member="Kiriko"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Now they were getting somewhere!

Once one of the masters had shown the cub how to search for patterns, and Master Ike had shown the bear were the materials and tools were, the bear was set to get to work.

The pattern showed how the cloak should be laid out, and cut. Working with the armorweave over a table, the boy was carefully running through the measurements he'd taken of the Master Harrison hologram as he began to work at shearing the armorweave into the lengths that he wanted. As he worked, he heard Master Théo talking about something small. "What's Art of the Small?" the Beorni asked, curiously.

Which he was. Curious that is. Even if he didn't look up, because he was busy holding up the length of armorweave against the hologram of Master Harrison to make certain it was the length that he wanted.

"This doesn't feel very soft..." the bear opined aloud, feeling the inside of the armorweave with the black pad of his paw. "Maybe we should line it with something," the cub stated, continuing to talk to himself as he hopped down from the chair and waddled his way back to the crate containing different bolts of fabric.

There was a red satin-like material which sparkled as though dusted with some kind of crystalline glitter. Pulling that out, the bear realized that the fabric was silken, and seemingly made of a crystal fabric. "What's this one?" the cub inquired, looking over at the Atrisian.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]​

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Kiriko"]

Matsu nodded her head hearing the boy Theo, he was being wise about it which boded well. Less questions in some cases and she was glad to see he had a number of the training purposes when her hands went to the materials. "Art of the small is looking at the molecular levels of the fabric. You can augment it, alter it to something else or even repair and damage it." She stuck with it when the padawan looked at the synth mesh and she spoke. "That is the synth mesh we have developed using well everything. The art of the small, lightside alchemy developed by some of our workers, force enhancement as well as general knowledge. It is super lightweight desh-terethium with force enhanced wintirium that goes over it."

She removed one of the small gloves that had been used with it while she showed it. "The wintirium as it ages, becomes stronger. Strong enough to the point that it can't even be cut by a lightsaber and it generally takes ten thousand years to become usable. We have learned how to create it and age it ourselves so such things do not have to wait that long. However the jedi order has benefited from it, the force enhancement and levels of protection this material offers to an outfit is unrivaled and superior to most materials in the galaxy itself. We have enhanced it with the lightside fo the force allowing it to recoil and not be touchable by those who serve the darkside."

She put the glove back and brought it out, a small case that was marked when she was looking it over and opening the case. "This for instance is an outfit, Nico and Joza helped make. Untila lightweight, ultra thin, stretchy form fitted material that will not over stretch and become ruined for someone. That..." Her voice trailed off while she was showing it wasn't that protective looking but a lightsaber activated and couldn't cut through the material getting a small look. "Is still as strong if not stronger then most. ou just have to be a certain kind of jedi to want to wear it. We have also made strives to develop robes for healers that augment their abilities."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The cub's ears went forward, then flattened back against the sides of his head.

"What are 'molecules'?" the young Beorni asked, as the explanation sailed over his head. This was a bear from a Midvinter fishing village, who still used charcoal and paper for writing. A lot of the mundane magical stuff that the Space Peoples did was very foreign to him. It was almost as if they had their own language. Molecules. Computers. Google. Very, very strange indeed.

Taking the synth mesh, the cub returned to the table and measured out the cloth to be cut.

Now, he could work on stitching the synth mesh to the cloak. Then work on shaping the mantle. And then there were some stitches that would bind the shoulders. Pauldrons? Pauldrons, that's what that part of the garment was called. At least according to the pattern.

Taking his materials and the pattern over to the sewing machine and began working on the seams and edges. Then, he paused, looked at the rudimentary work, and then took out a tool to take the stitching out.

That wasn't quite the way he wanted it. Looking at the pattern again, the bear looked at the sewing machine, then at his cloth, and started over.

[member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Turning his head to look toward his apprentice, Théo realised that Kiriko's training would required much more then teaching him the ways of the force. Life outside of Midvinter is vastly different and he knew this well enough. "Molecules are what makes up the structure of .. everything. Small .. tiny things you can't see". Théo would give by way of answer for now, there would be a need to spend time with Kiriko to explain this much clear and deeper into the subject.

Yet, Kiriko's mind was not on the workings of molecules, but on the fabric and he busied himself with the start of the pattern, the cutting and sewing. The young Beorni most particular to detail, dismissed his first attempt and start again. Théo was all but useless to help, having no knowledge of the art of sewing. He turned to Master Ike and decided to speak with her about the Art of Small. "Master Ike, I do believe you have the ability in the Art of Small, can you.. at least .. show me more". Théo knew his mother had the ability, but she was his mother and she is very busy at present.

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[member="Kiriko"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]​