When her Ghost, a curious little creation who called itself Blip, initially brought her back, it had been in the ruins of what at one point must have been a massive facility of some kind. It was naught but a ruin now, a towering skeleton of Old Japan's technological power, but she'd found an ID card, faded from centuries of foul weather and neglect, that carried her face and name. Anything else was unintelligible, but she took it none the less. Yaororozu Momo, that was her name, and she could make things. She wasn't sure how or why, and Blip said it was something he'd never heard of anyone else like her doing, but she simply... Knew.
When she'd found her first weapon, it had a broken trigger assembly, and with no Glimmer yet between them, it had seemed a useless piece of junk. So she's asked her Ghost what it was made of, down to its core molecules, and how it was made. Then she rolled up one of the sleeves of her distressingly light armor and a new trigger assembly had appeared from the exposed skin of her forearm. There was no pain, no disorienting dizziness, she'd simply felt a little peckish after. And thus, she had a weapon.
Now, two years later, she stood in the Tower Courtyard, begging a very forgetful old mind to teach her how to weaponsmith. It was difficult, given he seemed to forget they were talking every two minutes, but she was making headway. And that's how, after three days of written, recorded, and repeated conversation, Banshee-44 finally agreed to teach her. The first hurdle was memorizing and comprehending the dozens of different materials and components that went into forging weapon parts, and how they meshed or didn't mesh together. After another three days of increasingly erratic teaching, she finally managed her first City-Forged weapon, only to encounter another issue. While it functioned and appeared perfectly normal, it carried none of the infused Light that all Guardian Weapons did. How, then, did one put their literal soul into the weapons they created? Even Banshee couldn't answer that question, the knowledge long forgotten and simply implanted into habit.
Written 09/05/21