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agentlelog2019-04-14 07:59 pm
verstoned) wrote in agentlelog2019-04-14 07:59 pm
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Who: Rhus, Molly and Mordred
When: Second week of April.
Where: In Draega, then going far south to Adh Rikair.
What: Rhus needs to get some materials for a craft and drags two others along for the ride. Probably wont take longer than a few days.
Warnings: Likely some violence, and definitely a lot of blood if fights happen. It's Rhus and Molly, what do you expect.
Right, so... [Rhus opens the maps of the Winds and the world once more, trying to figure out if they're in the right place to be picked up by the Winds and get to that land far down south. Otherwise, this venture would have taken them turns of the moon rather than possibly just a handful of days.
Of course, he's laden with bags, the biggest of which has pots and pouches of soil, and other gardening tools needed to transplant... well, plants. He packs for any occasion, and has back-ups in case of emergencies... but unfortunately his Eorzean magicks for expanded bag space don't work here for some odd reason, and his original pack was left behind in his world. Though that's not much important right now, and the Miqo'te has been making do for months.
Right now... His issue is finding the exact spot because... What do these Winds look like?
His tail begins to wag up and down in his frustration, no matter how he tries to not feel as such.]
Either o' you been honin' your psychic senses?
When: Second week of April.
Where: In Draega, then going far south to Adh Rikair.
What: Rhus needs to get some materials for a craft and drags two others along for the ride. Probably wont take longer than a few days.
Warnings: Likely some violence, and definitely a lot of blood if fights happen. It's Rhus and Molly, what do you expect.
Right, so... [Rhus opens the maps of the Winds and the world once more, trying to figure out if they're in the right place to be picked up by the Winds and get to that land far down south. Otherwise, this venture would have taken them turns of the moon rather than possibly just a handful of days.
Of course, he's laden with bags, the biggest of which has pots and pouches of soil, and other gardening tools needed to transplant... well, plants. He packs for any occasion, and has back-ups in case of emergencies... but unfortunately his Eorzean magicks for expanded bag space don't work here for some odd reason, and his original pack was left behind in his world. Though that's not much important right now, and the Miqo'te has been making do for months.
Right now... His issue is finding the exact spot because... What do these Winds look like?
His tail begins to wag up and down in his frustration, no matter how he tries to not feel as such.]
Either o' you been honin' your psychic senses?
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I've brought a bit of food from breakfast in case we run into the flesh-eating kind. Those are a pain in the arse.
[He has no feline grace to speak of, and so he takes the matter with a bit more care, easing himself as far as he can on one branch before he passes to the next. This plan doesn't go in accordance with his wishes and the branch snaps and were it not for clever thinking, he'd be back in the muck. Instead he ends up digging his nails into the tree bark directly under Rhus's branch and keeping his balance through will, sharp nails, and sharper boots.] Oh, fuck me. Really?
[He's just gonna diligently try to ease up the trunk and hope the splash of that branch hitting the muck doesn't upset anything.]
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Careful!
[She's broken out of her angry thoughts about poison by that branch snapping and falling and man, she really doesn't want to jump to the next tree now. But she probably has to, she can't just stay up here, and she doesn't want to get called on not doing it, so she'll move a little closer, trying to figure out where to jump to.]
All right, here goes nothing.
[She'll deny she muttered that at all if asked about it, takes a deep breath and jumps forward. It lacks pretty much any grace, but she thinks Molly definitely had a good idea by digging in and has chosen to put her own spin on it. So she equips her boots in the middle of the leap, digging their armored points into the trunk of the tree upon landing. Sucks for the tree, but it keeps her from taking a tumble into the muck below if the branch under her snaps.]
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He doesn't just smile, no-- he laughs. It begins as a soft chuckle as he watches both Molly and Mordred struggle to keep up with him, the Miqo'te pausing on the branch he's paused on. Then it becomes a full-blown laugh as the branch breaks, as Mordred attempts to wrestle her way up a tree unwilling to take the weight of her armour. Watching non-Miqo'te try to keep up with him is always so amusing.
Like kittens trying to climb for the first time.]
Y'two sure you want to be climbin' trees?
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That was bad luck. I'm usually a lot better at acrobatics than this. [But he's not Beau who can just scale trees like a monkey. He fumbles again, trying to prove that he's still got it and slips down an inch. Realizing that he will not reclaim his dignity, he just sidles on up until he reaches a steadier branch, winded now.]
Okay... Okay, I've got an idea. Maybe you should scout ahead.
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[Mordred's a bit too busy focusing on not falling down to really say anything else at the moment. And kind of pissed that the choices seem to be trudge through the muck and who knows what's in there and dealing with this tree climbing nonsense. A knight should have more dignified choices than dealing with this mess! But she's been through worse, so she'll continue to just kind of grumble to herself about it.]
You're better at this crap than we are, so that makes the most sense.