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thebastion2014-02-24 10:31 pm
fuckthemancers) wrote in thebastion2014-02-24 10:31 pm
Day 163 // Every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
Who: Zulf and you
Open: Open
When: Day 163
Where: Throughout the Bastion
What: Well, someone has to take up the kitchen work, and prepare Night's funeral, and write down the history and culture of two different cities...
Format: Anything
Warnings: Nothing immediately comes to mind, although it should be noted that Zulf is in a bad state mentally/emotionally so depending on the conversations, things could be described. Lemme know where you want to run into him!
As soon as he's able, Zulf leaves the hospital. It's not like he deserves to be there, after all, not with the dead, not with the injured. He's fine, isn't he? Besides... There's too much to do. So on the 163rd day of the Bastion's existence, feel free to run into him just about anywhere looking exhausted in nearly every way imaginable.
...Unless your name is Raile, Zia, Rucks, Colin, Rin, Zayna, Zahi, Nathaniel, or Rosethorn. In which case, seeing any of those individuals makes the man startle before immediately trying to find a way to leave the area before conversation can happen. Seriously, he will bolt if he has to, don't make him change from a quick walk.
Periodically throughout the day, Zulf can be found in the kitchens...
With Rin out of commission and Mireille still taking care of her baby, someone has to keep the kitchen up and running. Zulf still remembers the offer he made to her, so of course he's going to keep to what he said. Breakfast, lunch, dinner... He's not in the kitchen the entire day, but he's there often enough. His sleeves are rolled up and he's hard at work like maybe enough cooking will help things. Feel free to interrupt him at any time.
Sometime in the morning after breakfast, it's off to the the Hitachiin-Abe home.
It's something he's been meaning to get to for ages now, really. Seimei had asked about the Tazal Terminals and Caelondia. It's just proper that he finally get to writing all the large amount of answers. He's already holding some things in his arms when he gets there, a thick heavy photo album stacked with papers and crude writing tools- things he's scavenged here and there particularly from the Mancer Observatory. He's passed by the home before, but it's only now that he takes a moment to admire it. Any of the residents can find him waiting awkwardly by the front, not sure how to make his presence known.
Come night, well, that is traditionally the Lorn Mother's time. Anyone still awake... Well, there's a light on at the Shrine.
Honestly, he doesn't know the state of the Gods for all these other worlds that have fallen apart. All he knows it that the Pantheon still has its eye on the scattered fragments that once made up Caelondia, the Terminals, the Wild Unknown... So at least there's that. If she doesn't have anywhere to go or where she's going is worse than that, the Lorn Mother can keep her safe. If there is somewhere for her... Mother guide her home.
Either way, they need to have a funeral. Both to help her soul be free of its ties to the physical, and to help those still alive mourn.
So he gets hard at work, cleaning the shrine with an almost single minded dedication. There won't be any rest until it's spotless... Although he won't lie, he's doing his best to avoid any kind of rest as much as he can. So maybe someone will walk in on him doing that.
When he isn't cleaning, however, he's settled to the side. There's a small pile of salvaged clothing besides him and a sorry excuse for a sewing kit that he makes do with. Red seems to be a theme with the clothes he's picked out...
Open: Open
When: Day 163
Where: Throughout the Bastion
What: Well, someone has to take up the kitchen work, and prepare Night's funeral, and write down the history and culture of two different cities...
Format: Anything
Warnings: Nothing immediately comes to mind, although it should be noted that Zulf is in a bad state mentally/emotionally so depending on the conversations, things could be described. Lemme know where you want to run into him!
As soon as he's able, Zulf leaves the hospital. It's not like he deserves to be there, after all, not with the dead, not with the injured. He's fine, isn't he? Besides... There's too much to do. So on the 163rd day of the Bastion's existence, feel free to run into him just about anywhere looking exhausted in nearly every way imaginable.
...Unless your name is Raile, Zia, Rucks, Colin, Rin, Zayna, Zahi, Nathaniel, or Rosethorn. In which case, seeing any of those individuals makes the man startle before immediately trying to find a way to leave the area before conversation can happen. Seriously, he will bolt if he has to, don't make him change from a quick walk.
Periodically throughout the day, Zulf can be found in the kitchens...
With Rin out of commission and Mireille still taking care of her baby, someone has to keep the kitchen up and running. Zulf still remembers the offer he made to her, so of course he's going to keep to what he said. Breakfast, lunch, dinner... He's not in the kitchen the entire day, but he's there often enough. His sleeves are rolled up and he's hard at work like maybe enough cooking will help things. Feel free to interrupt him at any time.
Sometime in the morning after breakfast, it's off to the the Hitachiin-Abe home.
It's something he's been meaning to get to for ages now, really. Seimei had asked about the Tazal Terminals and Caelondia. It's just proper that he finally get to writing all the large amount of answers. He's already holding some things in his arms when he gets there, a thick heavy photo album stacked with papers and crude writing tools- things he's scavenged here and there particularly from the Mancer Observatory. He's passed by the home before, but it's only now that he takes a moment to admire it. Any of the residents can find him waiting awkwardly by the front, not sure how to make his presence known.
Come night, well, that is traditionally the Lorn Mother's time. Anyone still awake... Well, there's a light on at the Shrine.
Honestly, he doesn't know the state of the Gods for all these other worlds that have fallen apart. All he knows it that the Pantheon still has its eye on the scattered fragments that once made up Caelondia, the Terminals, the Wild Unknown... So at least there's that. If she doesn't have anywhere to go or where she's going is worse than that, the Lorn Mother can keep her safe. If there is somewhere for her... Mother guide her home.
Either way, they need to have a funeral. Both to help her soul be free of its ties to the physical, and to help those still alive mourn.
So he gets hard at work, cleaning the shrine with an almost single minded dedication. There won't be any rest until it's spotless... Although he won't lie, he's doing his best to avoid any kind of rest as much as he can. So maybe someone will walk in on him doing that.
When he isn't cleaning, however, he's settled to the side. There's a small pile of salvaged clothing besides him and a sorry excuse for a sewing kit that he makes do with. Red seems to be a theme with the clothes he's picked out...
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[There's a nod at the question, although Zulf... doesn't look entirely certain. Still, he keeps going and takes care to avoid the direction he's certain the others have gone off in.]
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Soooooo... How about that flower, huh? Or is there just something near the flower we're looking for? ...Or are you still not talking?
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Sorry.
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She looks reeeeeally closely at the paper for a moment and squints.]
Is it...a pathway? Or...um, some vines?
[NICE TRY, ZULF]
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[He's just going to pinch the bridge of his nose. Right, Caelondian, no one here can read it. Dammit.]
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...Well, it's fine if you aren't talking! I'll just follow along and find out what's up when we get there.
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[It takes a little while of walking before some of the floating pieces of land start to look familiar, and soon some large white flowers can be seen up ahead, big as Aoi's head.]
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Her eyes go wide as the flowers come into view.] Are those it?! They're huge! [She runs a few steps ahead, stops short to glance around and make sure there's no trouble afoot, and turns back around towards Zulf.] I've never seen anything like 'em!
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[Naturally, she needs to go for the tallest, least accessible flowers, her shortness be damned, so she places everything but her bag on the ground, takes enough steps back for a running start, and leaps. With a laugh, she catches onto a stem with both hands and hangs from it.
Aoi either doesn't realize or doesn't care about how precarious this is, because she doesn't stop grinning as she reaches out to pick nearby flowers off their stems. Each one gets carefully tossed behind her into a small pile on the ground.]
How many do we need? Should we take back as many as we can carry?
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[Zulf is immediately worried at her reckless actions, hustling over and staring at her in horror. Child what is wrong with you. At... least she seems alright??? He hastily takes the flowers and starts to tidy them up a bit. Her answer earns a hasty nod.]
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[Either to prove her point or just to give him a heart attack, she swings back and grabs onto an adjacent stem one hand at a time when she comes forward again. Everything shakes with the shifted weight but Aoi's all giggles.]
Hehe, easy peasy! They're almost like a ropes course. [And she tosses down another flower. SORRY ABOUT THE OVEREAGER WILD CHILD, ZULF]
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[He just barely manages to catch the flower before it beams him in the face, huffing as he does so. Why does no one listen to him????!]
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All right, all riiight. One sec. [First she has to climb up to a flowerless stem just above the one she's hanging on—and while she's at it, she picks that flower off and tosses it to him. Without any head-sized flowers in her way, she starts gently swinging back and forth.] Back up!
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[But he will snag that other flower and then quickly get out of the way.]
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She goes flying a short distance and lands, thank goodness, feet-first on solid ground—then lurches backwards and falls onto her butt. Giggling, she springs back up.] It's all good! No biggie, see?
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