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wilderlogs2018-04-04 07:21 pm
konman) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-04 07:21 pm
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farmboy hell [open]
Who: Kon and You!
What: Kon tooling around camp
Where: Melai Temple and the surrounds
When: All throughout their time there.
Warnings/Notes: cw: For slight gore in the threads where Kon's butchering stuff
A.
Ew ew ew ew ew ew ewww ew.
[Kon's lived on the Kent farm for a while now and with Pa gone (rest his soul), there's a lot that needs to be managed. Fortunately, Ma Kent is tough as nails in her own quiet way. It's not hard to imagine her as one of those Dust Bowl Depression farmer's wives that made their kids' clothes out of flour sacks and scrimped and saved and -- with incredible grace under fire -- somehow got by. So the farm has been managed by a competent hand, but there's still been a lot of work to do, and it's not easy for a small farm to get by anymore. She can only afford to hire farmhands sometimes.]
Ew.
[That means that Kon's taken on as much work as he can, in between school and homework and superheroing. Superspeed makes it all a little easier. All he has to do is wake up a little earlier for school and he can do things like plow the fields before breakfast. It's also led to him picking up a lot of new skills. He's been a little surprised at how much...well, skill they take.]
Ewwww.
[Alongside milking cows, gathering eggs, and plowing fields, he's learned slightly more difficult (and grosser) stuff. For instance, like how to help deliver calves (which was a mix of being absolutely disgusting and yet filled with the magical wonder of life.) And the baby cows were cute at least.]
Ew. Ew ew ew.
[Another thing he's learned: how to butcher animals. Naturally, he's been too much of a wimp to actually kill them himself but there was no way he's going to leave Ma to do all that work by herself. As long as the animal comes to him pre-dead he can stomach things enough to make something out of it.]
[So that's what he's doing with a knife from the kitchen, outside the temple and some distance away (so no scavengers will come too close to the temple). He's helping a dead animal undergo the magical transformation into dinner.]
Ewwwwww.
[All the ew's are because it's still gross. Super gross. So gross that he took his shirt off and put it waaay off to the side because he's being prissy about potentially getting blood on it. Right now he's wearing just his jeans and boots. The animal's carcass is spread on a ratty old sheet he found in one of the quarters. (It's better than setting the chunks of meat in the dirt.)]
Aw, what? It got on my boots.
[So nasty.]
B.
[Kon's been trying to stay out of the temple for as long as he can each day. It gets too cold at night to sleep outside, so he's had to cave and go inside then, but going inside then is a little easier. Everyone's usually settling down for the night and he can just quietly settle in near his friends without anyone really paying much attention to the whole black-eyed-demon-boy thing.]
[During the day? It's a lot more noticeable to the people you're talking to when you look like an extra from Wendy the Werewolf stalker. Also, inside the temple, he gets a squirmy feeling in his stomach like something inside him wants to claw its way out. Très creepy. ]
[So Kon's been spending a lot of time outside where his baby blues are normal and he can pretend he's only one tall building leap away from being his usual super self.]
[Right now he's working on making a basket out of reeds and grasses, using only knowledge from world history class and vague impressions of how baskets are put together from reruns of "How's It Made." (Yes, that's right, Ma got cable recently.)
[His first few attempts lay scattered around him, looking like tumbleweeds that possibly took a left turn at Albuquerque. This attempt, at least, is looking surprisingly basket-like. So of course he's going to show it off.]
Behold! A thing that can hold stuff!
C.
[Kon hates going in the temple. Hates it. His stomach squirms and he gets the unmistakable feeling that he doesn't belong there. Whatever's inside him isn't bad enough for him to set on fire or something while walking in the door, but it's bad enough that the holiness of the temple makes the dark shit inside him sit up and snarl.]
[Every time he walks in, his stomach clenches and feels cold, and his face flushes hot, like there's some kind of infection in his skin. His eyes cloud over and turn black and something dark spiders through the veins of his face around them.]
[That means he's a different person inside the temple. Whether he's rummaging through the kitchen for something useful, digging around in the rooms for blankets, or standing around looking at the weird singing statues, he's more self-conscious. Furtive. Anytime he runs into someone he seems to shrink in on himself, like he's trying to give the impression he's smaller and less threatening.]
Uh. Hey.
D. Toss me a surprise!
What: Kon tooling around camp
Where: Melai Temple and the surrounds
When: All throughout their time there.
Warnings/Notes: cw: For slight gore in the threads where Kon's butchering stuff
A.
Ew ew ew ew ew ew ewww ew.
[Kon's lived on the Kent farm for a while now and with Pa gone (rest his soul), there's a lot that needs to be managed. Fortunately, Ma Kent is tough as nails in her own quiet way. It's not hard to imagine her as one of those Dust Bowl Depression farmer's wives that made their kids' clothes out of flour sacks and scrimped and saved and -- with incredible grace under fire -- somehow got by. So the farm has been managed by a competent hand, but there's still been a lot of work to do, and it's not easy for a small farm to get by anymore. She can only afford to hire farmhands sometimes.]
Ew.
[That means that Kon's taken on as much work as he can, in between school and homework and superheroing. Superspeed makes it all a little easier. All he has to do is wake up a little earlier for school and he can do things like plow the fields before breakfast. It's also led to him picking up a lot of new skills. He's been a little surprised at how much...well, skill they take.]
Ewwww.
[Alongside milking cows, gathering eggs, and plowing fields, he's learned slightly more difficult (and grosser) stuff. For instance, like how to help deliver calves (which was a mix of being absolutely disgusting and yet filled with the magical wonder of life.) And the baby cows were cute at least.]
Ew. Ew ew ew.
[Another thing he's learned: how to butcher animals. Naturally, he's been too much of a wimp to actually kill them himself but there was no way he's going to leave Ma to do all that work by herself. As long as the animal comes to him pre-dead he can stomach things enough to make something out of it.]
[So that's what he's doing with a knife from the kitchen, outside the temple and some distance away (so no scavengers will come too close to the temple). He's helping a dead animal undergo the magical transformation into dinner.]
Ewwwwww.
[All the ew's are because it's still gross. Super gross. So gross that he took his shirt off and put it waaay off to the side because he's being prissy about potentially getting blood on it. Right now he's wearing just his jeans and boots. The animal's carcass is spread on a ratty old sheet he found in one of the quarters. (It's better than setting the chunks of meat in the dirt.)]
Aw, what? It got on my boots.
[So nasty.]
B.
[Kon's been trying to stay out of the temple for as long as he can each day. It gets too cold at night to sleep outside, so he's had to cave and go inside then, but going inside then is a little easier. Everyone's usually settling down for the night and he can just quietly settle in near his friends without anyone really paying much attention to the whole black-eyed-demon-boy thing.]
[During the day? It's a lot more noticeable to the people you're talking to when you look like an extra from Wendy the Werewolf stalker. Also, inside the temple, he gets a squirmy feeling in his stomach like something inside him wants to claw its way out. Très creepy. ]
[So Kon's been spending a lot of time outside where his baby blues are normal and he can pretend he's only one tall building leap away from being his usual super self.]
[Right now he's working on making a basket out of reeds and grasses, using only knowledge from world history class and vague impressions of how baskets are put together from reruns of "How's It Made." (Yes, that's right, Ma got cable recently.)
[His first few attempts lay scattered around him, looking like tumbleweeds that possibly took a left turn at Albuquerque. This attempt, at least, is looking surprisingly basket-like. So of course he's going to show it off.]
Behold! A thing that can hold stuff!
C.
[Kon hates going in the temple. Hates it. His stomach squirms and he gets the unmistakable feeling that he doesn't belong there. Whatever's inside him isn't bad enough for him to set on fire or something while walking in the door, but it's bad enough that the holiness of the temple makes the dark shit inside him sit up and snarl.]
[Every time he walks in, his stomach clenches and feels cold, and his face flushes hot, like there's some kind of infection in his skin. His eyes cloud over and turn black and something dark spiders through the veins of his face around them.]
[That means he's a different person inside the temple. Whether he's rummaging through the kitchen for something useful, digging around in the rooms for blankets, or standing around looking at the weird singing statues, he's more self-conscious. Furtive. Anytime he runs into someone he seems to shrink in on himself, like he's trying to give the impression he's smaller and less threatening.]
Uh. Hey.
D. Toss me a surprise!
A
[Daryl complains as he drops another dead bird, scrawny as the first few, down next to the kid. If nothing else, the boy knowing how to do the butchering meant he could spend more time hunting and getting as much food stored for whatever trip they were gonna have to make. The birds weren't going to get smoked, though. Those were for eating as soon as they could.]
And be nice with the long feathers when yer pullin'em out. Don't break any. Gonna need them.
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It's gross. I know how to do it but I reserve the right to complain about how gross it is until the cows come home.
[He stops narrowing his eyes and briefly glances up at Daryl, frowning, before looking back at what he's doing.]
Trust me, I'm not the kind of person that should get be trying to get used to this anyway.
[Breaking bones and destroying flesh. No bueno. It needs to stay gross and difficult. Always. Forever.]
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[Daryl dropped down to the ground across from Kon and started looking over what had already been butchered to figure out what he could wrap up for smoking and what would be going into the stew pot for dinner.]
And every last one of you is the kind of person that needs ta get used to this. Ain't no room for nobody that can't pitch in when needed.
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[But he still contests the other stuff.]
Being able to do something is one thing. Even if this stuff is gross I'll still do it if somebody has to.
Getting used to it is different. I don't like blood and gore and stuff and it's good not to be comfortable with it. [A pause.] It's good for me, specifically, not to be.
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Gettin' used to something don't mean yer comfortable with it kid. Just means yer used to it. You can handle it if it happens without freaking out or going 'ew ew ew ew ew' like some delicate flower.
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Look, back home, I've got superstrength. When I'm at full power, I'm strong enough pop someone's head off like a soda cap. So I try to have some buffer zone and avoid the middle ground like it's on fire. It's a self-control thing.
[Kon winces as he breaks some bone to get at some of the meat.]
Cultivating a healthy knee jerk disgust for blood and breaking things just...helps. You know?
[He broke Tim's arm, when he'd been mind controlled by Lex Luthor. Felt the bones in it crumbling like chalk. He needs stuff like that to never feel normal.]
So I'm gonna keep being a delicate flower about it. A pretty lil' posy.
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Fine. Be a daisy. Just be more quiet about it.
[The words themselves were sarcastic, but the tone wasn't. Like he was trying to put on a front of not understanding or caring and just not quite putting enough effort into it.]
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[He's seen people trying to pull all different kinds of covering acts, from the sturm and grimness of the various Bats to Lobo trying to pretend he was only out for number one. After a while, you learn to not take people at face value.]
[He's used to talking through it, to just carrying on treating people like he treats everyone, regardless of how putoffish they might be trying to be.]
You look like you're used to this.
This is, uh, only a sometimes-skill for me. I live on a farm, so sometimes I just help my aunt out when she needs to butcher a pig or a chicken or something.
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Been huntin' since I were a kid. 'Round ten or eleven, I think. Been a while. Dates is fuzzy. Learned ta skin and gut squirrels when I was seven, though. Daddy usually went after buck, but brought a few of 'em back 'cause they were just about my size, seein' as I were a pip-squeak myself. After that, it was my job ta watch camp and take care'a the small stuff whenever they brought it back when we was up at the cabin.
trying to get back on the horse. If you don't want to continue, no worries, I know this is old.
[With how many different lifestyles he's led, he has a healthy respect for the ones that take more work now, after his time on the farm.]
I've been all over the place on stuff like that. I didn't really do much 'growing up' on account of I was cloned and aged up real fast, so I haven't been around that long. But I lived in a lot of different places in a really short amount of time. Different ways of living, you know? Like I traveled around the world for little while and then beach bummed it out in a little compound in Hawaii at first. Worked out of a government org for a while doing hero stuff. Was even the super of a building in the slums for a while.
But I think I like the farm the most. I hated it at first but there's just something nice about taking care of everything yourself. Even just eggs in the morning feels like you did something right to get 'em there.