Thursday, October 25, 2007

Story Post: Death of the Gunsmith

The gunsmith works late into the night, lit only by the red glow of the furnace, picking over the disassembled gun from Blutwald and shaping damp sand to match the contours of its components. Lost in the details, he doesn’t notice the movement in the street outside, and by the time the workshop’s doors crash open, it’s too late to grab the ammunition from the silversmith, too late to do anything.

Amnistar the gunsmith is dead.

Comments

spikebrennan:

25-10-2007 13:28:46 UTC

Not to contradict the story post, but the gunsmith had the gun and all of the bullets at the time of his death.  Phooey.  I shouldn’t have put them all in one basket.

Kevan: he/him

25-10-2007 13:39:43 UTC

Mm, written in a rush, but I meant grabbed in the sense of “from his desk” rather than “from the silversmith down the street”.

Darknight: he/him

25-10-2007 21:26:39 UTC

makes me think that when he started to blame bucky like that he left himself open to this.