Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170503220630/@comment-28929139-20170505040324

Out in the woods behind the community training grounds, large plumes of smoke were hazing above the trees. Tak had patched together a mini cube furnace of shorts made with thin sheets of steel and with a small hole cut out on one side and a slightly larger horizontal gap was bottomed out on another side, she finally had broken down and asked Uncle Samo for help with that. Thankfully his obsession for the upkeep of his bonsai kept him from questioning why she was trying to build her little atelier so far from the manor. Either way, Tak was soon left alone and she built a  fire to blaze within its metallic prison.

It burned overnight and the otherwise cold climate of the area had slightly fogged up around the camp. Tak had returned from the house after breakfast and had just built another small fire in the forging pit when the alarms sounded. Something was wrong, and she could feel it, even if she wasn't aware of what or why. However, not one to stand around and wait, Tak grabbed her spool of wire, her largest needles as well as the mawashi that housed the rest and went running toward the house.

Even from her obscured view, she could see people were scrambling about like rodents at an abandoned picnic, and among them were several members of her family and even more in-laws. What in vanilla hell was going on?!