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wilderlogs2018-03-30 04:11 pm
therevanchist) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-30 04:11 pm
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[OPEN] It has not occurred to her to question the singing statues
Who: Revan & Anybody
What: Revan gradually returns to protagonist form
Where: Melai Temple and environs
When: Melai Temple downtime
Warnings/Notes: probably none, will warn in subject lines/edit this if that changes
For Simmons:
[When things finally calm down and Revan can slip away to a quiet corner, she drops cross-legged to the mosaicked floor to give healing one more try. The gash on her thigh especially is going to slow her down if left to heal naturally, and that's assuming she doesn't pick up an infection, so time to make this work. The temple has been fortified by the light over who knows how many centuries, and if she can't get her act together here, it's not happening anywhere. She stills her thoughts, stepping aside to let the Force take over and knit the parted flesh the way any Jedi should be able to do, and...
...nothing happens.
The Force is there, at least, the aura of the temple peaceful around her and the life of the forest vast and deep to the edges of her perception. She can feel the minds of the others, follow the rise and fall of their emotions, pick out individuals...Dixon, Arturia, Simmons--
--her eyes open.]
Hey, Simmons. You need something?
Open:
A. Calm Blue Ocean, Goddammit
[The most basic of Jedi disciplines is meditation, but Revan hasn't been anything approaching serene lately, and the peace of the temple is an enormous help in calming her thoughts. That's why she's floating cross-legged in the air near a cluster of the singing statues, eyes half-lidded and hands upturned on knees. The more advanced practice also involves levitating objects, which is why she's raided the kitchen for the few loose things things in the temple. If you were looking for that cookpot or paring knife, you might find it floating in leisurely circles in the air around a Jedi.]
B. What's Big and Sticky?
[Revan can use a saberstaff, which is basically the same thing as a quarterstaff, except orders of magnitude more effective and cooler. Unfortunately, it looks like she's stuck with the latter for the time being, unless she starts stealing weapons from other party members, which seems antisocial. Instead, she's gathered a stack of appropriately sized and shaped branches from the forest around the temple--look, it's kept her out of trouble for several hours--but the problem is, she doesn't know what you want in a wooden weapon besides presumably not being rotten and full of questionable bugs. She does know wood has to be dry to be useful for anything, so at least she hasn't pissed off any forest spirits by uprooting a bunch of saplings, but beyond that, progress has been limited.
That said, not having the faintest clue what she's doing hasn't stopped Revan from picking up her candidates one by one to whack them against a tree. The latest one snaps, half of it going flying, and Revan shrugs and tosses the other half over her shoulder into a growing discard pile.]
Nope!
C. What Do You Mean I'm Not the Main Character? (Wildcard!)
[Revan does not handle idleness well, and with no shipboard maintenance tasks to do, she's rarely still. Sometimes it's something constructive like exercise or lightsaber forms, but just as often she's wandering aimlessly...poking into anything unusual, looking over people's shoulders, striking up conversations, offering to help regardless of what might be a total lack of qualifications. She will make friends or die trying.]
What: Revan gradually returns to protagonist form
Where: Melai Temple and environs
When: Melai Temple downtime
Warnings/Notes: probably none, will warn in subject lines/edit this if that changes
For Simmons:
[When things finally calm down and Revan can slip away to a quiet corner, she drops cross-legged to the mosaicked floor to give healing one more try. The gash on her thigh especially is going to slow her down if left to heal naturally, and that's assuming she doesn't pick up an infection, so time to make this work. The temple has been fortified by the light over who knows how many centuries, and if she can't get her act together here, it's not happening anywhere. She stills her thoughts, stepping aside to let the Force take over and knit the parted flesh the way any Jedi should be able to do, and...
...nothing happens.
The Force is there, at least, the aura of the temple peaceful around her and the life of the forest vast and deep to the edges of her perception. She can feel the minds of the others, follow the rise and fall of their emotions, pick out individuals...Dixon, Arturia, Simmons--
--her eyes open.]
Hey, Simmons. You need something?
Open:
A. Calm Blue Ocean, Goddammit
[The most basic of Jedi disciplines is meditation, but Revan hasn't been anything approaching serene lately, and the peace of the temple is an enormous help in calming her thoughts. That's why she's floating cross-legged in the air near a cluster of the singing statues, eyes half-lidded and hands upturned on knees. The more advanced practice also involves levitating objects, which is why she's raided the kitchen for the few loose things things in the temple. If you were looking for that cookpot or paring knife, you might find it floating in leisurely circles in the air around a Jedi.]
B. What's Big and Sticky?
[Revan can use a saberstaff, which is basically the same thing as a quarterstaff, except orders of magnitude more effective and cooler. Unfortunately, it looks like she's stuck with the latter for the time being, unless she starts stealing weapons from other party members, which seems antisocial. Instead, she's gathered a stack of appropriately sized and shaped branches from the forest around the temple--look, it's kept her out of trouble for several hours--but the problem is, she doesn't know what you want in a wooden weapon besides presumably not being rotten and full of questionable bugs. She does know wood has to be dry to be useful for anything, so at least she hasn't pissed off any forest spirits by uprooting a bunch of saplings, but beyond that, progress has been limited.
That said, not having the faintest clue what she's doing hasn't stopped Revan from picking up her candidates one by one to whack them against a tree. The latest one snaps, half of it going flying, and Revan shrugs and tosses the other half over her shoulder into a growing discard pile.]
Nope!
C. What Do You Mean I'm Not the Main Character? (Wildcard!)
[Revan does not handle idleness well, and with no shipboard maintenance tasks to do, she's rarely still. Sometimes it's something constructive like exercise or lightsaber forms, but just as often she's wandering aimlessly...poking into anything unusual, looking over people's shoulders, striking up conversations, offering to help regardless of what might be a total lack of qualifications. She will make friends or die trying.]
no subject
What did those branches ever do to you?
no subject
[She shrugs.]
Better I find out now than when someone's trying to kill me.
no subject
[He looks through the unbroken pieces of wood, just to confirm his assumption.]
Most of those aren't the right kind of wood to make a staff, and you don't use branches to make weapons anyways. You need an oak sapling. Ideally, cut during winter. Feels like we're just coming into spring now, so it won't be impossible to find what we need though. The main problem is going to be the drying time, and the lack of linseed oil to keep moisture out.
no subject
[She believes him. She just doesn't like it.]
no subject
[Hiccup's expression becomes more wry and self-deprecating than usual. Which is something of an achievement, considering that's his normal state of being.]
I should know. I'm one of them.
no subject
I don't want a blunt object, but I didn't see any foundries in the neighborhood.
[She knows more about metallurgy than she does about woodworking, but she's still not sure how exactly one goes from ore to a sword.]
So how long would it take to make a staff the right way?
[Congratulations, Hiccup, you're drafted into Revan's weapons development program.]
no subject
[Hiccup sighs, knowing Revan isn't going to like his answer very much.]
Unless you've found a way to temporarily accelerate the flow of time? Two to three months. It'd be easier if we could find an already cut and cured sapling.
no subject
No, probably can't manage that.
[She either has a perfect deadpan or means it.]
no subject
[Hiccup paces a bit, hands clasped behind his back as he tries to come up with a better plan.]
Honestly, I'm kind of tempted to let you borrow my sword until we can get you something else. You'd probably put it to better use than I can. I'm better with a shield anyways.
[Meanwhile Toothless, having nothing to contribute to the conversation, grabs one of the branches in his mouth. He drags it along the ground after him, drawing a meandering path in the dirt around them.]
no subject
I appreciate it and I wouldn't say no, but don't do anything you'll regret when the shooting start--well, you know what what I mean.
[Less shooting here than she's used to.]
I can get by with TK for a while.