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wilderlogs2018-04-05 12:37 am
fiteclub) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-05 12:37 am
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We are the people that you'll never get the best of (Open)
Who: Anita, and all comers
What: Arriving, exploring, catching up and preparing for what looks like is gonna be a long roadtrip.
Where: Camp 1: Melai Temple
When: About a day and a half after the original crew encamps, until departure.
Warnings/Notes: Violence against animals/animal death. Nothing else I can think of at this point, if it changes I'll edit this. While everything up here's been written in prose, I'll switch to bracket/action spam too.
Cut to now, holy wow (Anita + Kon)
Anita's followed the subtle, barely unconscious pull through the forest until she can hear the sound of music without straining, all the time doing her best to be careful of her footing and the path she takes. There's something unearthly about being here, beyond normal mortal moments. Closer to when she would perform rituals with her grandmere and others, before Anita's grandmother died.
Soon enough though, the sight of a large and ornate building peeks through the trees, and she sighs in relief.
And once she hits a clearing near what seems to be an entrance, she comes into view of a familiar looking person who looks older than she last saw them, only a few hours ago. "Kon?"
Can somebody come and take this off my chest? (Open)
Going out past the immediate temple grounds to forage seemed like a good idea, at the time.
It's in the middle of said foraging (after successfully having found a variety of root vegetables that she's reasonably certain are good for eating) that she hears the gruntling and squealing coming from the trees behind her, and she freezes, slowly turning around.
Wild boar.
Several of them.
Anita has just enough time to pull one of her blades out and dive to the right as an immense boar comes down on where she was a few seconds ago, the only sign that it was that close the flash of steel and splatter of hot blood, with angry squealing.
While she might not want to kill all of them, and would certainly prefer not to, if it comes down to herself versus thinning down the local population, it isn't that much of a hard choice if she can't stave enough of them off or get away.
Some help could come in handy right about now.
If your shit is not together it'll never be (Open)
In the downtime at night, once it's become slightly too cold, and fires have been started up to stave off the bite of the chill, Anita can be caught staring into the fire, thinking, or finishing up tying up a braid done from her hair, now whiptight and temporarily tamed.
And, if your hair is long enough for the same treatment: "Want me to do yours, too?"
Plant the seed open up and let it be (Open)
Anita scavenges from the remaining supplies a bag of her own from an old sack, and is able to fashion a strap for it to make for easier carrying. Flint, a small set of needles embedded in a pincushion along with thread, and a whetstone all soon find their way into the bag.
There are good odds on finding her examining the remaining cloaks and blankets, trying to sort out the ones with less holes and still with a chance of being able to hold out the weather compared to the rest.
That is all the time you got to make your point (Open)
None of these fit? Feel free to go with something of your own.
What: Arriving, exploring, catching up and preparing for what looks like is gonna be a long roadtrip.
Where: Camp 1: Melai Temple
When: About a day and a half after the original crew encamps, until departure.
Warnings/Notes: Violence against animals/animal death. Nothing else I can think of at this point, if it changes I'll edit this. While everything up here's been written in prose, I'll switch to bracket/action spam too.
Cut to now, holy wow (Anita + Kon)
Anita's followed the subtle, barely unconscious pull through the forest until she can hear the sound of music without straining, all the time doing her best to be careful of her footing and the path she takes. There's something unearthly about being here, beyond normal mortal moments. Closer to when she would perform rituals with her grandmere and others, before Anita's grandmother died.
Soon enough though, the sight of a large and ornate building peeks through the trees, and she sighs in relief.
And once she hits a clearing near what seems to be an entrance, she comes into view of a familiar looking person who looks older than she last saw them, only a few hours ago. "Kon?"
Can somebody come and take this off my chest? (Open)
Going out past the immediate temple grounds to forage seemed like a good idea, at the time.
It's in the middle of said foraging (after successfully having found a variety of root vegetables that she's reasonably certain are good for eating) that she hears the gruntling and squealing coming from the trees behind her, and she freezes, slowly turning around.
Wild boar.
Several of them.
Anita has just enough time to pull one of her blades out and dive to the right as an immense boar comes down on where she was a few seconds ago, the only sign that it was that close the flash of steel and splatter of hot blood, with angry squealing.
While she might not want to kill all of them, and would certainly prefer not to, if it comes down to herself versus thinning down the local population, it isn't that much of a hard choice if she can't stave enough of them off or get away.
Some help could come in handy right about now.
If your shit is not together it'll never be (Open)
In the downtime at night, once it's become slightly too cold, and fires have been started up to stave off the bite of the chill, Anita can be caught staring into the fire, thinking, or finishing up tying up a braid done from her hair, now whiptight and temporarily tamed.
And, if your hair is long enough for the same treatment: "Want me to do yours, too?"
Plant the seed open up and let it be (Open)
Anita scavenges from the remaining supplies a bag of her own from an old sack, and is able to fashion a strap for it to make for easier carrying. Flint, a small set of needles embedded in a pincushion along with thread, and a whetstone all soon find their way into the bag.
There are good odds on finding her examining the remaining cloaks and blankets, trying to sort out the ones with less holes and still with a chance of being able to hold out the weather compared to the rest.
That is all the time you got to make your point (Open)
None of these fit? Feel free to go with something of your own.
Can somebody come and take this off my chest?
Still the angry boar is likely to turn on the girl who wounded it, so Sariatu does drop from the trees, screaming, activating her sword's power to stab the boar. Its retaliatory swipe with its tusks would have gored her if her invisible armor were not on, but as it is, all it does is throw her over to Anita's side.]
He'll come back, get ready!
no subject
Some experimentation with her teleportation magic before this has made it pretty clear to Anita that it isn't an option for actually getting out of this mess as easily as it normally would.
And the big boar, bleeding from one gaping cut to its front leg and a stab wound to its back, shows no sign of being less incensed by the new arrival or impeded by its injuries, and the ones approaching are still in hale health.
At least they're smaller.
Go left!
[Anita calls it out while fully arming herself, pulling the other blade from her back, crouching, and then as the boar comes down takes a flying leap, slashing with both blades at its rear as she lands, twisting to stay in a guarded position and prevent the much smaller hogs from taking her by surprise.]