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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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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.