Posts Tagged ‘supernatural’


Making a Hunter’s Kit

July 18, 2012

So I recently had a request from a friend for a hunter’s kit pulling from the tv show Supernatural. She wanted a silver spike and a blessed iron spike (similar in style to throwing spikes), a container for holy water, a container for salt and a simple rosary. All of it contained in a neat box.

I jumped in immediately because I loved the idea. I pitched a leather box, as I have done several smaller projects in leather, such as this leather dice case:

So I started tracking down components. The first piece I jumped on was a cheap metal flask for holy water. It is something that was used in the show, you can find them on Amazon for very little money, and they can be decorated in various ways later.

Next I went hunting for a salt container. I was originally looking for something in the realm of a tea tin, but was not finding anything I liked that was also inexpensive. Eventually I settled on a great metal salt shaker from the local Asian Store/Restaurant Supply place that I could plug the shaker piece easily enough using some leather and glue.

Meanwhile, I started in on the spikes. I initially thought I would shape out some wood pieces and then paint them up. I cut down a dowel that I had sitting around the house and did some roughing with a set of carving knives I have around, then finished them out with my dremel. One of them I added some crosses near the point, thinking it would be an interesting visual touch.

Which I liked well enough at this stage. On the other hand, I hated them once I started painting. Too much wood texture coming through the paint and the dowel didn’t seem to take the metallic silver paint well at all. I fought with it for a bit, but eventually scrapped the idea and moved back toward finding something I actually liked the look of.

The easy solution seemed to be just buying some throwing spikes that were already metal and then modifying them for my purposes. Another trip out to a local place, this time the import store at the mall, full of cheap prop weapons and bamboo.

I also pestered the friend I was building this for at this point to debate the rounded spikes, versus the more knife like spikes. They liked the knife option, which I also enjoyed.

The top silver just involved grinding off the black coating and then cleaning it back up. I left some of the texture from the grinding because it is interesting visually. The middle involved painting over with a “wrought iron” color crafting paint. This was another place where I used a lot of texture in the paint application to make it look rougher as a piece. For a third and bonus piece I painted the edges of a knife gold, going for the idea that coating the edges of something would be effective enough and far more reasonable then actually casting a full blade from gold.

This gave me enough pieces to start assembling the box. I sized out the space I would need and then started cutting simple rectangles, beveling the edges, dying, punching holes and then finally stitching it together. The rosary was a quick side piece as I was working on other things. The beads are cannibalized from some old costume jewelery I was given and the cross was in with the rest of my jewelery stash. I did have to drill a hole in the top of the cross to attach it to the strand more cleanly, which was just some filing and my little manual jewelery drill.

With that in place I started building the lining and the seat for the knives. The lining I cut to fit, leaving an extra lip for the top to fit around. I decided on glue rather then more stitching, since the cross-stitch on the outside was already pretty heavy. The hinges are a lighter weight leather same as the lining, cut to thin strips and then riveted to the top and bottom pieces. I went with three hinges for extra stability. The front latch is a simple piece, again riveted. the seat is a leather top and bottom, with leather pieces stitched at either end and in the middle for stability. I exacto-knifed myself slots for the knives and then riveted it to the bottom liner before I installed it.

The handle is turned in and stitched to itself and then a thinner section is riveted to the top of the box. With that in place I found a drawing of the devil’s trap from the show. I sketched it onto some tracing paper and then wet the leather so I could stylus the sketch into the leather before painting it in with a fine-tipped brush. I continue to be a fan of the eco-flo leather dye for these sorts of projects. With the paints for fine work like the symbol, versus dauber and normal dye for the main body.





The Six – Part 3

June 2, 2010

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The modified helicopter made good time. They were in Montana before the bickering could really gather steam and Jackson managed not to shoot anyone. The place the helicopter set down was several miles out from the small town. Jackson was the first off the chopper, with Hugh close behind and the others following after. The chopper pulled back into the air, leaving the small group.

A soft beep went off in each of the sixes’ ears, followed by Tesla’s voice. “You are now transmitting and recording. Even if you get spread apart, you’ll be able to hear each other.”

“Can we direct our communications to individuals, or is it all broad-band?” asked Tacey.

“Currently it is all set to broad-band. I’m working on a way to let you easily direct, but it isn’t quite up and running yet,” said Tesla.

“Grand…” muttered Tacey.

Hugh was already moving in a slow spiral pattern outward, crouched low to the ground. He paused a ways out from the group, “This is strange.”

Jackson stepped closer, careful to not move past Hugh and into what he was looking at, “What have you got?”

“Struggle at least started here. But whatever took this man down was so light it almost didn’t leave a trace,” said Hugh.

“Maybe long range fire and then cleanup?” said Jackson.

“Nope, it was definitely here. Faint trace of what almost looks like little tiny shoes,” Hugh motions to a small bit of dirt. “And didn’t bother to clean up any of the trail signs. Though what it did with the men and why their aren’t drag marks or blood, I haven’t a clue.”

Dionysus moved to join them. “Disintegration, teleportation, eating them whole. Any number of ways to remove a body without any real signs.”

“That all sounds so pleasant,” said Tomoe, as she joined the others. “I suppose we follow then?”

Hugh slung down his rifle and double-checked that it was ready to fire. “It moved back toward the woods. Going to be slow going to find it, unless it decides to find us.”

Jackson drew one of his pistols. “I’ll take point with Hugh. Tomoe, think you can handle rear guard?”

Tomoe smiled slightly and bowed her head, “I believe that I can. We are a small enough group.”

Jackson nodded and motioned Tacey and Dionysus to the center. “Loose spread so we have room to move if we get attacked. Be ready for anything.”

Dionyus glared a little at his stun-baton. “Oh, I sure feel ready for anything…”

“Don’t be such a baby. I’m sure you’ve got enough tricks to get by,” said Tacey, a slim black .22 Beretta Neos suddenly in her left hand. “Besides, I’ll keep an eye on you,” she winks.

“When we get back I am so demanding a gun…” grumbled Dionysus, though he did seem to relax a bit.

Hugh lead the way, occasionally pausing and circling out to find another trace. Actually getting at it seemed to smooth the group out a lot, everyone falling in and paying attention, weapons ready.

The path lead them into the woods and Hugh had to trail out to find tracks more frequently amidst the trees and brush. The third time he muttered, “This makes no sense. Something this small shouldn’t be able to do so much damage…”

Dionysus spoke up, “That’s why we’re here. If it was something normal, they’d send more guys with guns. We get to deal with the spooky shit.”

Hugh made a non-committal sound and crouched low to examine a patch of dirt. Suddenly, something dropped from a nearby tree toward Hugh’s back. Jackson snapped off two shots, both seeming to miss. Hugh shifted, but was caught in the shoulder by the small three foot tall figure. Hugh rolled with it, struggling with the thing.

“Is that a doll?” said Jackson as he closed in.

“At least in appearance,” said Dionysus, taking two steps back.

Hugh managed to toss the doll to one side. It rolled through the dirt once and bounced to its feet. It looked hand-made, with dull black stone eyes, a rough cloth body, a suit, and a rather creepily stitched grin.

Tomoe quickly moved in front of Hugh to give him time to regain his feet. Jackson leveled his gun and fired again. The doll seemed to lurch to one side, the bullets whispering past. It’s grin seemed to widen at that.

“It’s fast, I’ll give it that,” said Jackson, circling to the right.

Tacey jumped and caught a branch, pulling herself into the tree and easily moving upward. “Dionysus, any suggestions on slowing it down?”

“Dump honey on it?” said Dionysus, edging to stay behind Tomoe and Hugh.

Hugh stepped out from behind Tomoe and leveled his gun at the doll, “Maybe we can get Jackson to shoot him next?”

Before anyone could snap back, the creature was in motion again. Hugh, Jackson and Tacey opened fire on it, but the thing seemed to dance between the bullets and then leap toward Hugh. Tomoe stepped forward, sword a blur of steel as she drew and planted herself to catch the doll.

The force of the impact pushed Tomoe back into Hugh, who manage to brace her rather than falling over. The doll had it’s tiny hands and feet on either side of Tomoe’s blade. It’s grotesque grin parted, revealing two neat rows of sharp teeth, and let out a snarl of dismay.

Tomoe whipped her blade out, flinging the doll back, “Fast, strong and hungry, it seems.”

“You’d think it would be all full up on soldiers by now,” said Tacey, flinging a knife down to catch the doll out of the air. The blade went through the doll’s shoulder and pinned it to the ground.

Tesla’s voice came over their communicators, “Less joking, more taking down the creature. This team should be more than up to the task.”

Jackson stepped forward and shot the doll twice while it squirmed to pull free. “Of course we are. Now let us do our job.”

“Shit,” said Dionysus suddenly.

Jackson turned away from the doll, “If you’re going to be a coward, you could at least do it before we have the thing dead to rights.”

“Actually, I think we probably just made things worse,” said Dionysus, stepping forward to peer at the doll. “Oh yeah, we are screwed.”

Jackson raised an eyebrow at Dionysus and reached his hand back to finish emptying his second gun into the doll. “I fail to follow your logic.”

“Because that was actually a binding holding the demon into a more manageable form,” said Dionysus.

Tomoe and Hugh closed in as well. Hugh nudged the doll with his foot. “Looks pretty dead to me…”

Tomoe sheathed her blade, “I have to agree with Hugh.”

“Three, two,” said Dionysus, taking several steps back. “One…”

And suddenly the doll lurched upright, falling apart completely. Out of the shreds a large furry, reddish-brown, large creature began to emerge, easily three times as large as the tiny doll, and quickly towering over the nearby humans. It flashes a big point toothed grin at them. “Thank you,” it said, voice a low rumbling growl, words awkward in the big-toothed mouth.

Jackson raised an eyebrow and tucked his left revolver away, and begun reloading the other as he stepped back. “Fall back and regroup.”

The group scattered and the creature almost absently backhanded Jackson, sending him flying.

“I need a situation update,” came Tesla’s voice, “that sounded bad.”


Third Host: Amitiel

September 30, 2008

Amitiel sat in the cold water. He wasn’t quite sure what angle the ship had finally come to rest at, but nothing had broken the runes. He had slowly circled around, following the faint glow to search for gaps, but everyime he drew too close to a wall or possible door, the flow would flare and throw him back. Time was difficult to track in the darkness, but he had the feeling hours had past. Enough that it might be morning by now with no further signs of life since the ship settled.

Maybe that was it. Maybe they just wanted him out of the way. He carefully rubbed his hands together. At least there wasn’t any chance of fire down here. That was either a point against their intel or a point in favor of this just being meant to hold him. Keep him busy until something was finished.

Amitiel was trying to work out what that could be. He certainly didn’t feel like he had done anything in the mortal world that would have elicited this kind of response. So it was going to be something supernatural and nasty and possibly filled with lies. He tapped the bit of machinery in front of him. NOt enough details.

Suddenly, he was startled free from his circling thoughts, noticing that the room was starting to glow steadily brighter. A pressure built up against his ears along with a faint whining noise. Amitiel cursed and threw himself to the machine, struggling to cram himself into a small gab in the machinery that would give him the most protection from every direction.

The world glowed a piercing violet-red and pain shot through his side as he was smashed tighter into his hideing place. The world swirled and rumbled, loud noises echoing through the water. Amitiel braced himself and waited for quiet to return.


Cages and Demons

September 27, 2008

Nathan made it back to his sisters without further incident. Linda was already moving quickly around the house, gathering up tools of the trade for her trip. One bag for books with her padded case of tools, a second back for clothes. Nathan closed the door and quirked a brow at his sister.

“Going somewhere?”

Linda nodded, settling the bags next to the door. “Yes, I have a client. I need to fly out and examine the item more closely to verify what it is.”

“Must be something pretty interesting to get you packing this fast. I wasn’t gone all that long…”

Linda shook her head, “Some of us work for a living, Nathan. I have a client with a piece that I can’t correctly verify or identify without examening it in person. It is too valuable to just ship back and forth across the country. I leave in the morning.”

“Oh,” Nathan frowned a little, then shrugged and walked past her. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Stop. I need the stones from earlier,” Linda said.

Nathan pulled them out and tossed them too her. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he said and started walking away again. He stopped after a moment, “but you should know, there’s an old guy. Transient sort. He knows something. He was going to try a spell on me.”

Linda closed the gap with several quick steps. “What?”

“He tried to steal the stones and the started a binding incantation. I ran. Lost him in the city. Spent some time in a bar and circled wide on the way back…” said Nathan.

Linda bit her lower lip, going quiet and thoughtful, “Damn it. I don’t have time for this right now. I need you to just… lay low, stay away from the town until I get back and then we’ll figure something out. Practice your enchanting while I’m gone. There are some spare stones in the waterfall in my office.”

Nathan nodded slowly, “Ok. I’ll keep my head down until you get back. But if you know something about this, I want to know when you get back.”

“You don’t… Fine. We’ll talk when I get home. I’m going to bed,” Linda turned and walked quickly off to her room.

Nathan pulled out the bit of concrete from his breast pocket and turned it over in his hand slowly. Sometimes he really hated hiding this from his family. Being treated like a child just because he didn’t do the sorts of magic that they did. He shook his head slowly and crossed over to his room to settle in for the night. He set the enchanted bit of concrete on the bedside table and tucked the extra bits into a drawer. Much as he hated it, tomorrow was looking like a research day. His sister had the sort of books that might tell him something about what was going on so he would know what they were getting into before she got back.


Cages and Demons

September 25, 2008

Snow swirled around Nathan and Jason as they stepped out of the door. Jason pulled his coat closer and shot Nathan and his lack of coat a concerned look.

“Aren’t you cold?” said Jason.

Nathan blinked, then huddled in on himself a little to feign chill. “Oh, I should be fine.”

Jason frowned and sped up slightly. “Maybe you should stop at my apartment and warm up?”

Nathan grinned a bit, then paused, putting a hand to the little bag of stones. The grin faltered a bit and he sped back up to keep pace with Jason. “I actually should get home before it gets to much later, now that I think about it. ”

Jason glanced at him, “Are you sure? I’ve got coffee and cocoa?”

“Maybe next time,” Nathan offered a smile. “I’ll be calling soon enough.”

Jason blushed a little and paused in front of an apartment building. “Oh. Um, well, this is me…”

Nathan swept a slight bow. “I’ll talk to you again soon.”

“I hope so,” Jason grinned shyly.

Nathan winked, then turned and slid back into the shadows of the night.

Jason watched him go, then gave his head a shake and turned to walk inside. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was just rebounding into this rather then thinking. He’d barely met the guy and he was already getting all fluttery even after the nastiness of the shouting and screaming earlier that same day. He chewed his lip and took the stares up to his apartment, giving himself a little time to think.

Outside, Nathan rounded a corner and stopped to lean against a wall, running a hand through his hair. It was already looking to be a long winter. Crazy homeless people who knew way too much in one part of the city and a cute boy uncomfortably near that same area. Nathan rested his head back against hte cold stone of the building, letting it soak into his head a little before pushing himself off and trudging back through the snow toward his sisters. He glanced at the phone number, commiting it to memory before snatching up some snow to scrub the number down to a faint black smudge. Hopefully his sister would stay busy enough to not notice that she was extracting the wrong promises from him.


Cages and Demons

September 14, 2008

Nathan drank and watched the other patrons in the bar. The regulars were a rather comforting presence, but not very interesting. They were all far too settled to really be drawn into much conversation with a new face. Similarly, the man in the corner with the collection of glasses was too far gone to be of much interest. Nathan settled into his drink with a sigh. At least the ambiance was nice.

Somewhere between finishing his third drink and waving down his fourth, a young man came wandering in from the cold. He took of his knit hat and tucked it into one of the pockets of his peacoat. The young man ran a hand through his thick black curls and moved to the bar, sitting down next to Nathan without even noticing him.

Nathan cracked a smile and leaned on the bar, turning slightly to face the newcomer. His eyes had a bit of redness. He was deffinetly here to escape something. Nathan cleared his throat softly, smiled and said, “Hello.”

The young man jumped slightly and turned his attention to the other man, noticing him for the first time. “Oh, um. Hi. Sorry, I didn’t notice you when I came in, is this seat taken?”

Nathan laughed softly, “Not at all.” He offered a hand, “I’m Nathan.”

The man laughed, a bit nervously and shook the offered hand. “Jason. Thanks.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Um. Yeah, ok. Scotch and water,” said Jason.

Nathan motioned to the bartender and ordered himself another drink as well as Jason’s drink, then focused his attention back on the other man.”What brings you out into the snow?”

“Oh… nothing. Just wanted to get out for a minute,” Jason answered, intently not looking at Nathan.

“Mm. Rough day then, I won’t pry,” said Nathan. He thanked the barkeep and tooks his drink, sipping at it and watching Jason as his drink is delivered.

Jason toyed with the cup and squirmed a little on his seat. Nathan let his gaze drift off of the other man and around the room, giving Jason some time to relax a little.

“What about you, what brings you out in the cold,” asked Jason.

“New in town. Needed to get a feel for the place if I’m here all winter,” said Nathan.

“Really, what brought you here?”

“I’m staying with my sister for a bit, actually.”

“Oh, well that’s nice of her to let you stay,” said Jason.

Nathan laughed. “It wasn’t her idea, believe me.”

“Then why are you staying with her,” said Jason, turning more toward Nathan.

“Parents more-or-less insisted,” said Nathan.

Jason laughed a bit, “really. Your parents have that much control over the pair of you?”

“You’ve never met my parents. They can be…. persuasive. At some point it’s better to just give in,” said Nathan.

Jason shook his head and finished his drink, “I suppose that kind of thing happens.” Sighs and sets down the cup.

Nathan flashed a wry grin, “They do. Barkeep! Another round of drinks.”

Jason smiled half-heartedly. “You don’t have to keep buying me drinks.”

“Maybe I’m trying to get you drunk,” Nathan said and winked.

“And why would you want to do that,” said Jason.

“I find tipsy people are a little more free with their phone numbers.”

Jason blushed and tried to hide it behind his new drink, “Oh.”

“How many more drinks are we looking at,” asked Nathan with a grin.

Jason coughed and his blush deepened, “You could have just asked you know.”

“My way is more fun, gets you free drinks and is less likely to end with me being the emberassed one,” said Nathan.

Jason squirmed in his seat a little more, then dug out a pen. “Give me your hand.”

Nathan grins and offers his hand up to Jason. Jason quickly wrote out his phone number and then underlined it.

“Thanks you,” said Nathan.

“Your welcome,” said Jason.

The sounds of the room flowed over the pair while they sipped at their drinks, Jason continuing to look off-put and squirmy while Nathan just smiled to himself


Dillan Blight: Paranormal Detective

September 10, 2008

The fax machine started Dillan awake, nearly sending him sprawling from the chair. It manage to cough out several pages of strange symbols with carefully typed notes. Dillan scanned through the pages. He was more interested in the high level of this, but the Bookworm insisted on being thorough. Thankfully, this was obscure enough that there wasn’t an entire tome of information being faxed down the line at him.

The details weren’t great, but they gave Dillan a place to start. Very dark magic, as he expected. Standard amount of consorting with demons and blood. Heavy on the necromancy and particularly good at it. Aparently the demon involved specialized in hoards of undead and was destined to rise and lay wast to the earth durring an eclipse. The language was prettier and more round-about then all that in places, but that was the gist.

Dillan folded the notes and tucked them in a pocket, dropped $100 on the register to help cover damages and the fax, and stepped back out into the darkness. His sense of time was completely thrown by the endless eclipse. Hopefully this was one of those exceptionally long, very delicate sorts of ceremonies. Otherwise, it was really going to be a problem that he didn’t have a proper amount of gear. Dillan took an extra moment to check his revolver and resumed his journey north, since that was the best lead he had.

As he walked, the silence really started to gnaw at him. Finally he stopped and pounded on the door of an apartment complex. “Hey, anyone in there?”

He waited, pounded and shouted again, but got no more response then the echo of his own voice. He only saw a few likely scenarios and none of them seemed good. The town could be in on it, very bad. The town could be the sacrifice for the demon, very bad. The town could mostly be dead from the earlier attacks, again very bad.

“This just keeps getting better and better,” muttered Dillan to himself, resuming his travel up the road.

The smell hit him first. Death and rotting flesh. His human instinct told him to turn and run. The detective in him new better, he slowed down, drew his gun and started creeping forward more carefully now. He rounded a larger complex of building and was met with the site of a wall of dead, standing and waiting. He quickly ducked back and cursed softly. Yep, this deffinetly was looking to be the right direction.