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thebastion2015-01-20 02:10 am
disciplewhomsignlessloves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-20 02:10 am
Entry tags:
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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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.
d0 y0u 90 0ut th3r3 0ft3n?
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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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Seriously, she should know his bad habits by now. Rind and all, and she's lucky he doesn't eat the central bit too. At the return question, he finally lets the orange pop from his mouth to rest beneath him and licks at the juice staining his mouth.
y32
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"I don't go out that often. I planned to tomorrow. They want food and I have been dying to go after a mammoth. Stupid tuskbeasts."
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And with those words hovering in the air, he watches her carefully for her reaction.
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She's being such a grub about this, she realizes, and nods. He needs fresh air. To do something.
"Okay. Uh--did you want to come with me tomorrow or another night?"
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And with that, he's going to stuff the orange right back into his mouth.
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"Sounds fine to me, you don't need to lift stuff right now anyhow. So if that's settled, let me in your cocoon butter flavored butter troll."
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But he unravels some of the blankets, opening them up and allowing her to burrow inside besides him.
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She slips into the blankets, tucking her feet up under the edge of the cocoon. Avoiding his oranges proves to be a bit of a challenge, but she snakes her arm around his waist and nudges them a little out of the way.
"I furbid you to choke on them while I sleep."
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20 1 c4n ch0k3 0n th3m wh3n y0u'r3 4w4k3??
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"No. Now shush and sleep."