RWBY: Fireborn

Once the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened, Logan marched off in the direction of Vale. Ignoring any passerby in favor of moving forward. To anyone who saw Logan, all they could tell that he was mad by the cold blank face he wore. Everyone he passed, unconsciously moved out of the way for Logan as if he was a dangerous animal about to attack.

As soon as Logan got outside, he unfurled his wings, got a quick running start, and took flight. Three powerful beats of his wings was all it took for him to be airborne with little issue. As he was flying, Logan passed by Ironwood's ship fleet like a bullet. By the time anyone from Ironwood's fleet could spot or even catch Logan on their sensors, Logan was already long gone.

By the time Logan got a hold on his emotions, he was already over the sea and on his way to Patch. Logan sighed, he knew that Patch had a dumping ground for trash. Be it metal, plastic, wood, or garbage; that place would have it.

Pulling out his scroll, Logan checked the time and saw that it was close to eight o'clock. Hoping that Tai was still up, Logan called him. After all, there are a few things he needed to grab from the shed.

Logan: "Tai, you up?" Logan asked when the call was picked up.

Summer (on call): "Unfortunately not, Logan." Summer answered instead. "We were watching a movie and cuddling, he ended up passing out about two thirds in. What do you need? You never call this late to check in." Summer said in a huff.

Logan: "Great." Logan mumbled. "*Sigh* I'm on my way back to pick a few things up. Namely my hammers, the anvil, hardy tools, and a few miscellaneous things." Logan told her.

Summer: "Let me guess, you broke something and now you have to fix it?" Summer asked.

Logan: "*Sigh* I wish it were so." Logan replied. "Several things happened. Short version is that Qrow stopped by, got into a fight, destroyed my bike, I retaliated, and now I have the General of Atlas demanding to hand over everything I own to, and I quote, 'To make sure I pay everything back properly'. Now in a fit of anger, I said I'll forge a sword for his specialist that could cut a ship of his to bits." Explained Logan.

Summer: "So you've met James, huh?" Summer said. "Well, that sounds like him alright. I know you can handle him yourself, but do keep in mind that he can be an idiot." Summer said.

Logan: "He's an ȧss." Logan said as a matter of fact.

Summer: "Logan!" Summer scolded. "*Sigh* Just please don't do anything stupid. I know he is, but he's a General for a reason." Summer sighed.

Logan: "Even I know that Summer, but I can't see him as competent." Logan spoke. "He's too egotistical, close minded, stubborn, and focuses on the wrong things. He's more worried that someone else will over shadow Atlas then the crime that's happening on his front doorstep." Ranted Logan.

Summer: "I know Logan, I know." Summer said. "Anyway, how far are you out? I don't think there's any transport that go this late, so I can guess your flying here." Summer deducted.

Logan: "Yea, I'm about ten minutes out now." Logan answered. "And I can see the island now, I'll be there soon."

Summer: "Okay, I'll meet you outside. Bye!" Summer told Logan as she hung up.

Logan shook his head as he put his scroll away. He knew that Summer loved to help others, regardless if it's late or not. But, Logan knew she always means well. It took about as long as Logan said it would to make it to the house. When he arrived, Logan found Summer waiting for him at the door with a smile. As soon as Logan landed, Summer swept him up in a hug.

It took Logan longer then he's willing to admit to get Summer to release him from her death grip hug. Once out, the two of them headed over to the shed. Inside, Logan grabbed a tool box and began to load it full of the things he would need while Summer went around grabbing things Logan pointed out. It took about five minutes for them to gather all the tools Logan needed.

Summer: "Hey, Logan?" Summer stopped and asked Logan. "I got a question."

Logan: "Shoot." Logan said as he was looking over one of three different anvils they had. Checking to see if they were still in good condition.

Summer: "Couldn't you make an anvil with your ash when you need it?" Summer asked. "And couldn't you do the same for the hammers?"

Logan: "I could, yes." Logan answered. "But I won't."

Summer: "Why? Wouldn't it be better and less work for you?" Summer asked Logan, wondering why he won't.

Logan: "Summer, have you ever tried to sing, while cooking several different dishes, and while reading a book?" Logan asked her a question of his own.

Summer: "Um..." Summer was clueless as to what Logan was getting at.

Logan: "You don't have to answer." Logan told her. "What I'm saying is that while it is possible, it would be extremely difficult to do. I can keep several things made from my ash for long periods of time, yes. But I have trouble doing so when I'm busy doing other things." Logan explained. "Plus, I like the feeling of using tools. And besides, there are somethings better off done by hand." All the while going over the anvil with a scrutinizing eye.

Summer: "Oh.. I see." Summer said after Logan explained himself. "So, what are you using for materials? If it's Ironwood's specialist, they be picky with them." She said as she changed the subject.

Logan: "I was thinking of using a high carbon, dust infused steel for most of it with a nice hardwood like Hickory for the handle and textured rawhide leather with powered dust to harden it." Logan told her. "After which, I plan to wrap the leather with metal cord to give it a better grip."

Summer: "So your planning to go all out, huh?" Summer said with a smirk. 'I really wish he would go all out more often. Why is he always so reserved until something stupid happens to him?' Summer thought while watching Logan.

Logan: "That's not all I was gonna do." Logan said while giving Summer a smirk. "I plan on making three different swords. One that I went all out making. One that looks good but is a piece of crap. And the last one, I plan on getting a few things from the dump." Logan said as his smirk morphs into a full blown smile. "Namely a bike, a leaf spring, and an old leather seat."

Summer: "Don't tell me your gonna give them a sword made from trash as the replacement?" Summer asked while being shocked.

Logan: "No, I have standards." Logan said while shaking his head. "I'm gonna give them the crap sword then ask them to spar with me. When it brakes, and it will, I'm gonna point out how rather have something that looks good over one that's better put together."

Summer: "So your making them lose face with the school, which in turn will inform the public?" Summer asked while a floating question mark hovered over her head. Logan could see where Ruby got her adorableness from then.

Logan: "Yes." Logan simply said and the question mark popped when Summer nodded her head.

Summer: "Okay!" Summer said as she watched Logan manipulated his ash to pick up a one of the anvils.

Once Logan grabbed the anvil with his ash, he then grabbed the tool box that he and Summer loaded. The two walked out while Logan grabbed a folding work table from the side of the shed. Both of them kept a comfortable silence as they walked into the clearing made for practice. Logan bide Summer good-bye as he took off into the night. As Logan left the house's line of sight, he stored everything in his [Inventory] to keep his hands free.

Logan then headed of the Patch dumping grounds as that's where he would find the things he needs. Though dump is not doing the place justice as the place was constantly being sorted by the owner. The owner was a grouchy old man that was drunk constantly and somehow make the place reek of alcohol. The old man, however, hated almost everyone that came to the place. Logan was one of the few that could be counted on one hand the he was fine with.

Logan just flew on into the dumping grounds already having an idea of where he needed to go. The first stop was here old wreaked cars are, while few were on Patch, there were enough for his plans. Once Logan got his leaf springs and the leather, he moved onto the area where bikes are kept. From motorcycles to mountain bikes, Logan was mainly after the mountain bikes for their gears in the back wheel. Cutting what he would need off, Logan then stored everything.

With getting everything he needed, Logan walked towards the building that housed the old man who ran this place while pulling out about a thousand Lien worth of cards. The building was set perpendicular to the gate, so Logan walked in the front even though it said 'closed' on a sigh on the door. The door wasn't even locked when Logan got to it. Inside was dark and dusty, yet Logan could make out a counter at the back with bottles of alcohol strewn about.

Behind the counter was a man with his feet propped up on the counter while leaning back in a rickety wooden chair. Wearing old worn boots that were untied, faded blue overalls that were covered in Oum knows what, a raggedy old white shirt that somehow was still white, and an old grey stained baseball cap that covered the man's eyes. In one hand was a bottle that was held close to his ċhėst, the other was only a stump with two-thirds of his forearm missing. Behind him, on the wall, was an old smooth bore, double barreled coach gun.

Old man: "Your not as quiet as ya think, Bird boy." Logan heard the man say without turning around. "Though, I admire ya for trying at least."

Logan: "And here I thought I finally got one on you, Old man." Logan responded.

Old man: "I ain't old! I'm 87 young!" The man said then burped. After that, Logan hear him take a swig from his bottle.

Logan: "I took a few things, the Lien's in front of you." Logan said as a smile crept onto his face.

Old man: "Like I said before! Your mon'y is no' good *Burp* here!" The man slurred as he shook his bottle at Logan.

Logan: "You know I always pay." Logan said.

Old man: "And I told ya time an time again! You don't need ta!" The man slurred again. "Besides, you always over pay."

Logan: "How else are you gonna make enough for a new arm?" Logan asked. "Or more alcohol for that matter?"

Old man: "I don't need a new one! I could still kick anyone's ȧss without it!" The man said before taking another swig. "And if I need some help, ol' betsy up there will do mighty fine." He said. Logan could tell without looking the man was pointing with his stump.

Logan: "I'm not taking it back." Logan said.

Old man: "Whatever." The man grunted then took a drink. "If ya don't mind me asking, what'ch ya making?"

Logan: "The Atlas General pissed me off." Logan told him. "I plan on making him eat his words and more."

Old man: "HAHAHAHA!" The man laughed himself into a coughing fit. "*Cough* Cough* Brat, if you just told me that before, I would have given the the shit! Send me a picture of their faces when you do!" The man exclaimed while slinging alcohol everywhere.

Logan: "Will do, Old man. Will do." Was all that Logan said as he left the building as the man continued to laugh.

Unknown to Logan, moonlight streamed in through a window. Illuminating the old man's face and eyes. Reptilian eyes that were emerald green.