Jun 5, 2021 17:34:39 GMT -5
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Jonathan had found himself alone at the Forge that day, though, he wasn’t entirely sure why. The Forge was usually a busy place, even more so with their Greek equivalents arriving. Now it wasn’t just children of Vulcan using the space but also children of Hephaestus. Not that he minded, of course. With the space being empty he was able to test his new trap right there instead of carrying it all out into the woods. The lack of trees was replaced by the ceiling and the decorative pillars in the corners of the room.
While the non-existing trees weren’t much of a problem, Jonathan soon realized that the lack of earth was. He couldn’t fix the contraption inside the ground as planned, the stone floor of the forge making it impossible to dig the metal into it. He stared at the floor for a moment before lifting his gaze to look around the room, green eyes searching for a temporary solution. However, once an idea started blooming inside his head, one that wasn’t just temporary but would make the trap work in other environments instead of forests and fields as he had planned initially, he started working on it instead.
It took him longer than anticipated, time ticking away, his schedule filled with various combat classes he couldn’t skip even if he wanted to. But there he was: standing in front of his hanging net trap, fastened to the floor and the ceiling instead of the ground and trees. The contraption was big enough to fit a human being or perhaps even a smaller monster like a harpy. The ropes were knit with Imperial Gold wire, making it more difficult for a creature to scramble free, however, it wasn’t entirely impossible. The idea behind it was to simply slow down something or someone if needed.
Satisfied with his work he gave himself a little tap on his shoulder before throwing a sack of potatoes he borrowed earlier from the kitchen into the net to set it off… but it didn’t. Confused, the son of Vulcan narrowed his eyes at the sack, the net, and then his eyes wandered up towards the ceiling where the potatoes should be hanging by now. With a disappointed grunt he moved forward, shoving the sack out of the net to try setting it off once more.
The moment the sack rolled to the regular floor a faint, but audible click sound rang out and the net closed around the demigod, heaving him up and holding him trapped inside his own trap. “Wow. Can’t believe this,” he muttered, grumbling under his breath as he tried to wriggle free. But of course, he built it so it wasn’t easy to free oneself, not even the creator of it could. So there he was, stuck inside a net, approximately nine feet above the ground.
Jonathan had found himself alone at the Forge that day, though, he wasn’t entirely sure why. The Forge was usually a busy place, even more so with their Greek equivalents arriving. Now it wasn’t just children of Vulcan using the space but also children of Hephaestus. Not that he minded, of course. With the space being empty he was able to test his new trap right there instead of carrying it all out into the woods. The lack of trees was replaced by the ceiling and the decorative pillars in the corners of the room.
While the non-existing trees weren’t much of a problem, Jonathan soon realized that the lack of earth was. He couldn’t fix the contraption inside the ground as planned, the stone floor of the forge making it impossible to dig the metal into it. He stared at the floor for a moment before lifting his gaze to look around the room, green eyes searching for a temporary solution. However, once an idea started blooming inside his head, one that wasn’t just temporary but would make the trap work in other environments instead of forests and fields as he had planned initially, he started working on it instead.
It took him longer than anticipated, time ticking away, his schedule filled with various combat classes he couldn’t skip even if he wanted to. But there he was: standing in front of his hanging net trap, fastened to the floor and the ceiling instead of the ground and trees. The contraption was big enough to fit a human being or perhaps even a smaller monster like a harpy. The ropes were knit with Imperial Gold wire, making it more difficult for a creature to scramble free, however, it wasn’t entirely impossible. The idea behind it was to simply slow down something or someone if needed.
Satisfied with his work he gave himself a little tap on his shoulder before throwing a sack of potatoes he borrowed earlier from the kitchen into the net to set it off… but it didn’t. Confused, the son of Vulcan narrowed his eyes at the sack, the net, and then his eyes wandered up towards the ceiling where the potatoes should be hanging by now. With a disappointed grunt he moved forward, shoving the sack out of the net to try setting it off once more.
The moment the sack rolled to the regular floor a faint, but audible click sound rang out and the net closed around the demigod, heaving him up and holding him trapped inside his own trap. “Wow. Can’t believe this,” he muttered, grumbling under his breath as he tried to wriggle free. But of course, he built it so it wasn’t easy to free oneself, not even the creator of it could. So there he was, stuck inside a net, approximately nine feet above the ground.
[attr="class","THREAD1TAG"]Elise Quill
