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thebastion2015-01-20 02:10 am
disciplewhomsignlessloves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-20 02:10 am
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Backdated to Day 266 :: OPEN (mostly)
Who: The Disiple; Everyone
Open: Open
When: 266
Where: Her apartment; Skyway; near the edge of Bastion at the river
What: Disciple was given free reign to do what she does best: hunt.
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Butchering etc
[Closed to Psiionic/Their Apartment]
She'd gone to sleep early, trusting everyone in their abode to get back safe. Well, she'd missed Psiionic as he'd gone off somewhere but after a circle of the town, she'd accepted he'd come home when he wanted. He was probably off laying on the grass somewhere. Honestly, if she hadn't planned to get up while it was still light, she'd have spent more energy and time on her search. Still, she isn't so deep a sleeper that she doesn't wake when the door opens and Psiioniic comes in.
"Hey, you're back?" She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes as she sits up, "I missed you, what was up?"
[Skyway]
The Disciple had headed out onto the Skyway an hour before dusk, a lethal knife she'd filched stuffed between her waist and a belt and mammoths on her mind. She'd seen them before, but not enough to know if they had a particular place they liked to stay, a watering hole, or even a den. She stretched her arms over her head and walked off into the Skyway. She'd find one alright.
It didn't occur to her to wonder how to get it back to Bastion until she'd already dragged her knife through its throat and was sitting on top of its gutted carcass. She was winded, mammoth fur was thick and coarse and it had taken ages for it to stop moving. Gutting had taken a whole other hour and she was a mess. At least the skyway made throwing away the undesirable parts an easy task. Just a toss over the edge. Still, it left her with more beast than she could possibly carry and no way to drag it. She wasn't sure the pendant would make a path that big. She stood up and peeked over the horizon. She could see Bastion at least, a hour's walk away. Huh. Maybe she could get some help.
Waving frantically might not be the best solution.
[Near the River]
It was bright morning sun finally and while it was a blessing to have a clear bright day, it still meant she was fighting the warmth. She'd ended up cutting it into chunks after she'd skinned it, but her work was hardly over. Seperating bone from flesh, turning chunks of meat into managable sizes and drying the meat all took work. A couple large flat rocks were pressed into service as a place to dry thin slices and she had a fire worked up to smoke some meat as well. The faster the better but she was still sure some of this meat would have to come home with people to be cooked or kept in refrigerators.
She still had blood up to her elbows and in splotches over her face and outfit. If there was ever a time she looked like wild, it was now. Of course, this is the time she asks for help.
"Hey--do you know anyone who can help? I knew I should have gone for a smaller one."
Open: Open
When: 266
Where: Her apartment; Skyway; near the edge of Bastion at the river
What: Disciple was given free reign to do what she does best: hunt.
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Butchering etc
[Closed to Psiionic/Their Apartment]
She'd gone to sleep early, trusting everyone in their abode to get back safe. Well, she'd missed Psiionic as he'd gone off somewhere but after a circle of the town, she'd accepted he'd come home when he wanted. He was probably off laying on the grass somewhere. Honestly, if she hadn't planned to get up while it was still light, she'd have spent more energy and time on her search. Still, she isn't so deep a sleeper that she doesn't wake when the door opens and Psiioniic comes in.
"Hey, you're back?" She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes as she sits up, "I missed you, what was up?"
[Skyway]
The Disciple had headed out onto the Skyway an hour before dusk, a lethal knife she'd filched stuffed between her waist and a belt and mammoths on her mind. She'd seen them before, but not enough to know if they had a particular place they liked to stay, a watering hole, or even a den. She stretched her arms over her head and walked off into the Skyway. She'd find one alright.
It didn't occur to her to wonder how to get it back to Bastion until she'd already dragged her knife through its throat and was sitting on top of its gutted carcass. She was winded, mammoth fur was thick and coarse and it had taken ages for it to stop moving. Gutting had taken a whole other hour and she was a mess. At least the skyway made throwing away the undesirable parts an easy task. Just a toss over the edge. Still, it left her with more beast than she could possibly carry and no way to drag it. She wasn't sure the pendant would make a path that big. She stood up and peeked over the horizon. She could see Bastion at least, a hour's walk away. Huh. Maybe she could get some help.
Waving frantically might not be the best solution.
[Near the River]
It was bright morning sun finally and while it was a blessing to have a clear bright day, it still meant she was fighting the warmth. She'd ended up cutting it into chunks after she'd skinned it, but her work was hardly over. Seperating bone from flesh, turning chunks of meat into managable sizes and drying the meat all took work. A couple large flat rocks were pressed into service as a place to dry thin slices and she had a fire worked up to smoke some meat as well. The faster the better but she was still sure some of this meat would have to come home with people to be cooked or kept in refrigerators.
She still had blood up to her elbows and in splotches over her face and outfit. If there was ever a time she looked like wild, it was now. Of course, this is the time she asks for help.
"Hey--do you know anyone who can help? I knew I should have gone for a smaller one."
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She doesn't want to get up, this is comfortable and restful and probably the most content she's been in nights. Don't make her get up Psii. Don't be that person.
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...But she should probably know that he won't be coming back when he gets to that bowl. In fact, judging by the sound of chairs being moved around, he might be going to hide under the table with them.
...Should he really be allowed free access to so many oranges when his stomach hasn't properly recovered yet...
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"A, I'm not going to eat your oranges and b, you are not eating all those. One Psii," She crouches down to look at him and raises an eyebrow, "Don't you want to be in the pile while you eat it?"
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"Oh please, do you want to throw up the oranges later? What a waste of perfectly good oranges. Come on, you incredibly stubborn dork."
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He would probably look a lot more threatening if he wasn't currently trying to fit a whole orange into his mouth at once, but oh well.
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Not that she wants to make this an orange war, she's just worried about how his poor stomach will handle this.
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That sounds like someone is begging to be lifted up into the air with psionics.
Which is in fact what he's doing to her right now.
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"Asshole."
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She felt better somehow, with this stupid little argument. He's not backing down and his stupid godawful smirk makes hr grin back.
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He starts to slip further and further out from the table until he can head right to their room. Is he going to drop her right as he's trying to get inside and lock the door behind him?
Yes.
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She struggles to move forward as he inches closer and close to the room. She glared and reached out--just as he dropped her. She hit the ground off center and stumbled forward to see the door close.
"Don't you dare lock that door! You can't keep me out of our room!"
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Disciple huffed at the door, unwilling to break it down and end up with no privacy. She stalks back and forth in front of the door like a cat prowling. It's some scratches on the door away from full Disciple tantrum.
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"I'm tearing it down if you don't open up. Watch me."
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She scratches at the door.
"Come on, I won't take them away, I purromise."
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But it sure would be a shame if splinters got in the oranges.
There's a moment of silence before the door finally clicks unlocked. Curled up beneath the pile of blankets with only his eyes peeking out and an orange still bulging from his mouth, he gives a slow and lazy blink.
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"You look like you're pupating. All cocooned up in ridiculousness.
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There's a lazy slow suck on the orange currently in his mouth, and he makes a small wiggle in order to make himself more comfortable.
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She nudges a few sticks of charcoal out of the way as she tries to settle in beside him again but he'd got most of the blankets in the cocoon. The look she gives him is not impressed.
"Your stomach is going to hate you. At least leave off the rind if you're going to murder your stomach with oranges."
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The orange in his mouth is waggled defiantly at her but then there's a pause. He seems to think on something before the words rearrange themselves.
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She tugs at the blankets trying to get a corner and seriously contemplating just laying on him. Could he hold her. Probably not. She notices the words change and gives him a quizzical look.
"Go out where? The Skyway?"
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