[It feels oddly heavy for something so small, and as Ford pulls away the paper it will be clear why: it's a knife. A folding pocket knife, the kind with a spring mechanism that flips it open. Its handle is also inlaid with--]
I figured if you were so keen to sample my blood I ought to just give in. Now you aren't allowed to ask me for it again in future. This is what you get, and we're square.
[It's obviously something Fiddleford made himself; it's got that at once scrappy and kind of ornate look that he tends toward. The blade is only about as long as a finger but then, it's not meant to be a weapon so much as a tool. A pocket knife can do a lot if you're creative, and Fiddleford knows Ford is creative.]
Funny you mention magic because it has a little bit in it. You push the switch forward one click to open it, twice to heat the blade. You could use it to solder somethin' if you really wanted, or to cauterize a wound the next time you do somethin' stupid.
[ It might not be what most people think of when they picture a nice knife, but knowing that Fiddleford made it tells Ford plenty about its quality. Even Fiddleford's equivalent of hacked together junk has a particular durability to it that's hard to match. Since this is a gift, he's got a pretty good idea of the level of care Fiddleford must have put into it.
The knife alone is plenty of reason to be excited. But as Fiddleford explains its assorted features Ford's expression suggests that the mere fact that Fiddleford used blood magic at all is a separate gift all on its own. ]
Fiddleford, this is magnificent! What's the maximum temperature the blade can handle?
[ Without waiting for an answer, he clicks the button twice to activate the heat feature. ]
Upwards of six-hundred Farenheit. I told you, you can use it to solder. It's a little inexact, gettin' it to where you want it, but I couldn't work out a way to dial it in without the whole thing bein' way too bulky. No point to a pocket knife that can't fit in a pocket. You have to just sort of feel it out.
[What he means is, use your magic brain to kind of direct it. It's not his area of expertise and that is on purpose. He doesn't think too hard about how he directs his electricity or the various things he can make it do when he purposefully gets his blood on things, he just goes on gut instinct.]
[ Right around an actual soldering iron, then. Hot enough to be efficient but not at risk of hitting temperatures equivalent to, say, a welding torch. And, indeed, more than hot enough to cauterize any wound should Ford find himself in a difficult situation in the future, which he surely will. A perfect balance. ]
A good reason to experiment with it once I'm home, then.
[ And then, in a tone that is more genuine and warm than what Fiddleford is used to hearing from him, he adds: ]
Thank you, Fiddleford. I'll make good use of it.
[ And he folds the knife and tucks it away into one of his coat's inner pockets, where it'll be easy to reach. ]
[Ha, yeah. That is kind of weird. It's like for just a split second all the weirdness between them has been pushed aside and things are how they were back in the Backupsmore dorms.
Hm.
Anyway!]
You tell me if it needs any adjustment. I'm still gettin' the hang of this whole, uh.
[He waves a hand.]
Witchcraft thing. Like to think I'm pretty thorough but often you don't see an issue until you're out of testing and find a new use case.
[ Fiddleford is not only doing 'witchcraft', he's actually admitting to be willing to do more of it in the future. This day just keeps getting better. ]
Of course! I've always found Coldblood to be highly reactive, but more predictable in its interactions than most others, so I'm sure if there's any issues troubleshooting will be straightforward.
[ Unlike trying to work with Paleblood, which always feels wishy-washy, or Darkblood, which seems to only do what it feels like half the time. ]
Have you had a chance to work with any other blood types yet?
[He shakes his head. Unlike some people he isn't quite comfortable just up and asking for someone's blood.]
Just my own. It seems the most... practical. What'm I goin' to do with Paleblood, make a gun that puts you to sleep?
[... Actually that's kind of a sickass idea. Maybe he should talk to Luna. That seems like the sort of non-violent option she'd like to foster.]
Most folks here are Hunters and they just want somethin' straightforward that'll keep them alive. You want to see the shop? It's still a little messy but it was way worse when I got it.
[ Ford, very predictably, lights up at the prospect of seeing the shop. He and Fiddleford might have different methods and work towards difference purposes, but they're both inventors and tinkerers and Ford has always enjoyed observing the work of fellow craftsmen. ]
I would.
[ As for Paleblood weaponry... ]
I've tried to isolate the potential hallucinogenic qualities of Paleblood in ammunition, but I haven't had much luck. Vileblood seems better for disorienting beasts.
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I figured if you were so keen to sample my blood I ought to just give in. Now you aren't allowed to ask me for it again in future. This is what you get, and we're square.
[It's obviously something Fiddleford made himself; it's got that at once scrappy and kind of ornate look that he tends toward. The blade is only about as long as a finger but then, it's not meant to be a weapon so much as a tool. A pocket knife can do a lot if you're creative, and Fiddleford knows Ford is creative.]
Funny you mention magic because it has a little bit in it. You push the switch forward one click to open it, twice to heat the blade. You could use it to solder somethin' if you really wanted, or to cauterize a wound the next time you do somethin' stupid.
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The knife alone is plenty of reason to be excited. But as Fiddleford explains its assorted features Ford's expression suggests that the mere fact that Fiddleford used blood magic at all is a separate gift all on its own. ]
Fiddleford, this is magnificent! What's the maximum temperature the blade can handle?
[ Without waiting for an answer, he clicks the button twice to activate the heat feature. ]
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[What he means is, use your magic brain to kind of direct it. It's not his area of expertise and that is on purpose. He doesn't think too hard about how he directs his electricity or the various things he can make it do when he purposefully gets his blood on things, he just goes on gut instinct.]
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A good reason to experiment with it once I'm home, then.
[ And then, in a tone that is more genuine and warm than what Fiddleford is used to hearing from him, he adds: ]
Thank you, Fiddleford. I'll make good use of it.
[ And he folds the knife and tucks it away into one of his coat's inner pockets, where it'll be easy to reach. ]
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Hm.
Anyway!]
You tell me if it needs any adjustment. I'm still gettin' the hang of this whole, uh.
[He waves a hand.]
Witchcraft thing. Like to think I'm pretty thorough but often you don't see an issue until you're out of testing and find a new use case.
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Of course! I've always found Coldblood to be highly reactive, but more predictable in its interactions than most others, so I'm sure if there's any issues troubleshooting will be straightforward.
[ Unlike trying to work with Paleblood, which always feels wishy-washy, or Darkblood, which seems to only do what it feels like half the time. ]
Have you had a chance to work with any other blood types yet?
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Just my own. It seems the most... practical. What'm I goin' to do with Paleblood, make a gun that puts you to sleep?
[... Actually that's kind of a sickass idea. Maybe he should talk to Luna. That seems like the sort of non-violent option she'd like to foster.]
Most folks here are Hunters and they just want somethin' straightforward that'll keep them alive. You want to see the shop? It's still a little messy but it was way worse when I got it.
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I would.
[ As for Paleblood weaponry... ]
I've tried to isolate the potential hallucinogenic qualities of Paleblood in ammunition, but I haven't had much luck. Vileblood seems better for disorienting beasts.