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middaeg2020-06-08 08:57 pm
spirialink) wrote in middaeg2020-06-08 08:57 pm
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[open] June catch-all
Who: Kor Meteor and others
When: In June
Where: Aefenglom
What: A catch-all for the month
Warnings: n/a
{A: On Fleece]
[Shearing sheep didn't sound too bad. His village back home didn't usually raise sheep, but he had a little experience at least.
...At least, with the sheep back home. But these ones, these weird "fainting sheep" that won't faint and also have fangs? Yeah, this is some new territory for him. These sheep definitely have been proving to be more resillient than he was expecting to deal with here.
He turns to another person on the job and says:]
Hmm... Any ideas here? I'm used to dealing with cloud sheep, not... whatever these things are supposed to be. I mean, who's ever heard of sheep that don't electrocute you?
[What.]
[B: Berry Picking]
[Okay, berry picking he can do. That's simple. So simple to Kor that he didn't even bother to pay attention to the potential side-effects or dangers associates with these berries. How bad could it be, they were berries! All he cared about was he was getting paid double to do something he did for free back home.
After about 20 minutes or so picking, Kor began to feel very... light. He moved through the berry patches with a spring in his step, humming cheerfully to himself as he plucked the fruit from the bushels. His clothes positively reeked of the leaves, and he had several smears of berry juices on his face and clothes.
Someone was enjoying himself, at least. Maybe a little too much.]
[C: Magic Practice]
[Magic was not Kor's forte. He was a melee fighter by nature, accustomed to fighting on the frontlines with a sword in hand. He'd been learning to adapt his magic towards that very purpose, but it was slow progress, slowly pushing his limits and capacity to control something he had no experience and no aptitude for.
But the Coven was well suited to helping with that, serving as a safe place to easily practice magic to one's content. He's found himself a nice open courtyard area to work in.
A sword manifests itself in his hand, extending from an empty sword hilt and brimming with magic. He takes a couple slashes, decisive and lightning quick swings. And then he attempts to use one of his artes. With a cry of "Solar Flare!", he thrusts the weapon outward, and a missile-like burst of energy rockets forward, out from the blade. The energy comprising the blade vanishes along with the magic-based arte, leaving an empty hilt in Kor's hand.
He frowns down at it.]
Crap... Still using too much, I guess...
[Training by himself was only going to go so far.]
When: In June
Where: Aefenglom
What: A catch-all for the month
Warnings: n/a
{A: On Fleece]
[Shearing sheep didn't sound too bad. His village back home didn't usually raise sheep, but he had a little experience at least.
...At least, with the sheep back home. But these ones, these weird "fainting sheep" that won't faint and also have fangs? Yeah, this is some new territory for him. These sheep definitely have been proving to be more resillient than he was expecting to deal with here.
He turns to another person on the job and says:]
Hmm... Any ideas here? I'm used to dealing with cloud sheep, not... whatever these things are supposed to be. I mean, who's ever heard of sheep that don't electrocute you?
[What.]
[B: Berry Picking]
[Okay, berry picking he can do. That's simple. So simple to Kor that he didn't even bother to pay attention to the potential side-effects or dangers associates with these berries. How bad could it be, they were berries! All he cared about was he was getting paid double to do something he did for free back home.
After about 20 minutes or so picking, Kor began to feel very... light. He moved through the berry patches with a spring in his step, humming cheerfully to himself as he plucked the fruit from the bushels. His clothes positively reeked of the leaves, and he had several smears of berry juices on his face and clothes.
Someone was enjoying himself, at least. Maybe a little too much.]
[C: Magic Practice]
[Magic was not Kor's forte. He was a melee fighter by nature, accustomed to fighting on the frontlines with a sword in hand. He'd been learning to adapt his magic towards that very purpose, but it was slow progress, slowly pushing his limits and capacity to control something he had no experience and no aptitude for.
But the Coven was well suited to helping with that, serving as a safe place to easily practice magic to one's content. He's found himself a nice open courtyard area to work in.
A sword manifests itself in his hand, extending from an empty sword hilt and brimming with magic. He takes a couple slashes, decisive and lightning quick swings. And then he attempts to use one of his artes. With a cry of "Solar Flare!", he thrusts the weapon outward, and a missile-like burst of energy rockets forward, out from the blade. The energy comprising the blade vanishes along with the magic-based arte, leaving an empty hilt in Kor's hand.
He frowns down at it.]
Crap... Still using too much, I guess...
[Training by himself was only going to go so far.]
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Umm... What are you doing...?
[He's never really been "mothered" before, especially not to this extent.]
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You have juice on your face...What did you do?
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Well! These berries just smelled so good, I had to try some. And then, I kept trying some! I ate a lot of berries here.
[It was a free lunch while on the job.]
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If they're paying you by the hour. Unless you've asked to be paid by the punnet. [And she pauses again. Looking down at the basic as she steps back.]
Did you wash them first? I found some that had bird shit on.
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Crap, I didn't think about it being stealing! I mean, animals and stuff come by here and eat these right?
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I guess. But most farmers would snare a place or have a gun ready...We ocassionally caught rabbits that tried to steal our crops.