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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.
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He wasn't joking, but there was some humor in his eyes.
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"But now that I've said it, I wouldn't be surprised if man-eating bears or something like that do show up later." Between the luck she's used to and the sheer inevitability of something like that if this is going to turn out as hard as this whole adventure sounds like it will be.