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thebastion2014-03-27 06:07 am
gianthobo) wrote in thebastion2014-03-27 06:07 am
Day 172
Who: AZ and open.
Open: Open
When: Day 172
Where: Near the ranch and then the training hall.
What: Having breakfast near the ranch, and failing at the training hall.
Format: idk whatever.
Warnings: A giant man cursing in several languages but that's about it.
AZ eats a lot. He knows this, and tries to stick to foods that most other people don't want. Still, sometimes you just want eggs.
… Which is why AZ is sitting near his bedding area next to the ranch, with a piece of metal bent into a rough pan shape and perched carefully on Torkoal's back, eggs simmering inside.
Later in the day, AZ wanders over to the training hall, poking around the various weapons. He picks out the biggest staff he can find, and takes a few swings with it. It doesn't reach the ground or even get close to it, and he takes a few more swings.
… He promptly drops it on his foot, and pulls his leg up and holds his toes, hopping around and cursing a bit. He wavers unsteadily and then crashes to the ground, spraying sand everywhere. He blinks a little and spits out sand, trying to pull himself up. Help.
Open: Open
When: Day 172
Where: Near the ranch and then the training hall.
What: Having breakfast near the ranch, and failing at the training hall.
Format: idk whatever.
Warnings: A giant man cursing in several languages but that's about it.
AZ eats a lot. He knows this, and tries to stick to foods that most other people don't want. Still, sometimes you just want eggs.
… Which is why AZ is sitting near his bedding area next to the ranch, with a piece of metal bent into a rough pan shape and perched carefully on Torkoal's back, eggs simmering inside.
Later in the day, AZ wanders over to the training hall, poking around the various weapons. He picks out the biggest staff he can find, and takes a few swings with it. It doesn't reach the ground or even get close to it, and he takes a few more swings.
… He promptly drops it on his foot, and pulls his leg up and holds his toes, hopping around and cursing a bit. He wavers unsteadily and then crashes to the ground, spraying sand everywhere. He blinks a little and spits out sand, trying to pull himself up. Help.
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...And you are also well?
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[And the weather's been holding, so he hasn't needed to find shelter.]