Fortunately, it put no damper on Usopp's mood, as he'd already thought the same thing. He might be an idiot at times, but this qualified under a general rule even he knew, the fact that People are Stupid. And Usopp had known some very dedicated swordsmen... hell, when Zoro fought barehanded, he called it 'no-sword style.' Every one of those people couldn't be like that, though.
Just like everybody can't be like you, and grab anything and everything at hand on the off hand it'll be useful, he admitted reasonably to himself. Some of the weapons weren't so great anyhow... brainstorming didn't automatically come up with genius every time, and he was trying to only think of things that could be made with supplies he could get himself.
"Yeah, I don't know about in your world, but in my world, making swords takes weeks or months, and it involves melting metal over and over on itself, then hammering it into shape at a forge. Even if I were a blacksmith, and even if you could just alchemy me up a forge to hide in my closet or under my bed, I don't really think we have the time for swords the traditional way. I don't mind helping alter blades that are already around, at least the non-blade parts." In fact, that sounded like what Yuber was going to ask for already. "And I could try carving swords, if they don't mind wooden ones. I noticed someone wanted throwing needles, I don't see why those couldn't be sturdy wood or maybe from some of the plastic around here." Frankly, he didn't see why those couldn't be self-made, but people seemed to have latched onto the idea of an alchemist who could magic up the perfect weapon. Even he'd thought like that at first, wishing for gunpowder. Poor Roy.
As Roy pointed at the contraption, Usopp's face broke into a grin, and he waved his finger at the ceiling, leaning forward so the conversation wasn't too obvious to those surrounding. "You have a good eye! This, if I can get it to work, is a pump system for spraying burnable liquids past a small flame while avoiding allowing the flame to back up into the device. It is called... a flamethrower." He'd made one once, as a kid, when he'd just been getting into his inventive phase. It had been smaller, but when Pepper had accidentally gotten burned, he'd abandoned the device. Here, though, it seemed as though destruction on a larger level would be quite useful. "The tank at the back is to hold the flammable liquid. Right now, I'm thinking alcohol... I have some cans of juice I could open and let spoil, and even if they aren't drinkable they'd catch fire well. I could only get a few good blasts per can, and of course it'd be dangerous as anything, but that's the idea of a weapon, right?" Even a room full of leeches ought to step back at flame-throwin' Usopp. He'd planned on incorporating the Breath Dial to do the same effect using gas on his secret in-development new weapon Kabuto, but this was the heart of invention; improvisation. "This is also something that couldn't be made without the soldering iron; the seals need to be absolutely perfect, or else the fire'll back up into the tank and it'll explode. I'd still need some more supplies for this... mostly the tubes. I think I'll be raiding the kitchen appliances, and if that doesn't work, the gardener's shed ought to have what I need. Especially if they have any trouble with weeds around here." He sat back, almost insufferably pleased with himself. A step up from flour smokescreens, but better supplies meant better weapons--that was just obvious. And he wasn't about to abandon the usefulness of flour either.
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Just like everybody can't be like you, and grab anything and everything at hand on the off hand it'll be useful, he admitted reasonably to himself. Some of the weapons weren't so great anyhow... brainstorming didn't automatically come up with genius every time, and he was trying to only think of things that could be made with supplies he could get himself.
"Yeah, I don't know about in your world, but in my world, making swords takes weeks or months, and it involves melting metal over and over on itself, then hammering it into shape at a forge. Even if I were a blacksmith, and even if you could just alchemy me up a forge to hide in my closet or under my bed, I don't really think we have the time for swords the traditional way. I don't mind helping alter blades that are already around, at least the non-blade parts." In fact, that sounded like what Yuber was going to ask for already. "And I could try carving swords, if they don't mind wooden ones. I noticed someone wanted throwing needles, I don't see why those couldn't be sturdy wood or maybe from some of the plastic around here." Frankly, he didn't see why those couldn't be self-made, but people seemed to have latched onto the idea of an alchemist who could magic up the perfect weapon. Even he'd thought like that at first, wishing for gunpowder. Poor Roy.
As Roy pointed at the contraption, Usopp's face broke into a grin, and he waved his finger at the ceiling, leaning forward so the conversation wasn't too obvious to those surrounding. "You have a good eye! This, if I can get it to work, is a pump system for spraying burnable liquids past a small flame while avoiding allowing the flame to back up into the device. It is called... a flamethrower." He'd made one once, as a kid, when he'd just been getting into his inventive phase. It had been smaller, but when Pepper had accidentally gotten burned, he'd abandoned the device. Here, though, it seemed as though destruction on a larger level would be quite useful. "The tank at the back is to hold the flammable liquid. Right now, I'm thinking alcohol... I have some cans of juice I could open and let spoil, and even if they aren't drinkable they'd catch fire well. I could only get a few good blasts per can, and of course it'd be dangerous as anything, but that's the idea of a weapon, right?" Even a room full of leeches ought to step back at flame-throwin' Usopp. He'd planned on incorporating the Breath Dial to do the same effect using gas on his secret in-development new weapon Kabuto, but this was the heart of invention; improvisation. "This is also something that couldn't be made without the soldering iron; the seals need to be absolutely perfect, or else the fire'll back up into the tank and it'll explode. I'd still need some more supplies for this... mostly the tubes. I think I'll be raiding the kitchen appliances, and if that doesn't work, the gardener's shed ought to have what I need. Especially if they have any trouble with weeds around here." He sat back, almost insufferably pleased with himself. A step up from flour smokescreens, but better supplies meant better weapons--that was just obvious. And he wasn't about to abandon the usefulness of flour either.