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towerofanimus2013-10-10 08:07 pm
nordic_dovahkiin) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-10 08:07 pm
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A restless Nord
Characters: Brunwulf Bear-Claw and You!
Setting: Floor Thirty-Two, Floor Seventy-Seven, Floor Fifteen.
Format: Anything.
Summary: Brunwulf goes exploring the tower.
Warnings: Possible violence, angst.
Floor Thirty-Two
[Brunwulf always enjoyed coming to Floor Thirty Two, as it was most like what he was used to back home. Wide open spaces with grass and trees. Perhaps no snow-capped mountains, but it was more like home, than the confines of the tower. Anything to get away from the stone walls. He felt like being in a prison, which he technically was.
He inhaled the fresh air and leaned against one of the many trees. The bark was rough against his arms, but he enjoyed it. Being a Nord meant he was used to the rough terrain of Skyrim. Bitter winds that would cut through flesh like a knife through butter. Cold winters that could kill those who did not possess Nord blood. Ah, he loved the out of doors.]
Floor Seventy-Seven
[The first thing that hit Brunwulf's face was warm steam. Where in Ysmir's name was he? He walked into the hot room and saw a row of benches through the misty murk of the room. Was this some kind of bathing area? If so, where was anyone else? Do others bathe together like they do back home? Brunwulf sat on one of the benches and let the steam wash over him. It actually felt quite relaxing and he realised he could spend all day here. The horrors of the tower seemed to fade from his mind, as he inhaled the warm heat.]
Floor Fifteen
[Brunwulf walked into the unknown room and looked around. There were tools and materials scattered around the working space. Was this some kind of workshop? What he missed most, was using the tanning rack back in Skyrim. He loved hunting deer, skinning them and then creating hide leather from the skins. Could he possibly do such a thing here? He had already hunted deer and other wild animals on Floor Thirty-Two. The outdoors floor.
He walked around and let his hand grace over what looked like a saw of some kind. None of the tools looked familiar to Brunwulf. At least, they looked different in design. Not as primitive as those found in Skyrim. He wanted to craft something. But, he wasn't sure what. He also wondered if anyone else was around and if the room was frequented much.]
Setting: Floor Thirty-Two, Floor Seventy-Seven, Floor Fifteen.
Format: Anything.
Summary: Brunwulf goes exploring the tower.
Warnings: Possible violence, angst.
Floor Thirty-Two
[Brunwulf always enjoyed coming to Floor Thirty Two, as it was most like what he was used to back home. Wide open spaces with grass and trees. Perhaps no snow-capped mountains, but it was more like home, than the confines of the tower. Anything to get away from the stone walls. He felt like being in a prison, which he technically was.
He inhaled the fresh air and leaned against one of the many trees. The bark was rough against his arms, but he enjoyed it. Being a Nord meant he was used to the rough terrain of Skyrim. Bitter winds that would cut through flesh like a knife through butter. Cold winters that could kill those who did not possess Nord blood. Ah, he loved the out of doors.]
Floor Seventy-Seven
[The first thing that hit Brunwulf's face was warm steam. Where in Ysmir's name was he? He walked into the hot room and saw a row of benches through the misty murk of the room. Was this some kind of bathing area? If so, where was anyone else? Do others bathe together like they do back home? Brunwulf sat on one of the benches and let the steam wash over him. It actually felt quite relaxing and he realised he could spend all day here. The horrors of the tower seemed to fade from his mind, as he inhaled the warm heat.]
Floor Fifteen
[Brunwulf walked into the unknown room and looked around. There were tools and materials scattered around the working space. Was this some kind of workshop? What he missed most, was using the tanning rack back in Skyrim. He loved hunting deer, skinning them and then creating hide leather from the skins. Could he possibly do such a thing here? He had already hunted deer and other wild animals on Floor Thirty-Two. The outdoors floor.
He walked around and let his hand grace over what looked like a saw of some kind. None of the tools looked familiar to Brunwulf. At least, they looked different in design. Not as primitive as those found in Skyrim. He wanted to craft something. But, he wasn't sure what. He also wondered if anyone else was around and if the room was frequented much.]
32 - hello roomie o/
That, and he wants to see if his old still was still here, hidden away somewhere on this floor. He'd told Aleph he swore off alcohol, but that doesn't mean there weren't any other uses for making the stuff. Disinfectant was a big reason, especially after the quarantine. He swore he'd carry a bottle on him at all times now, never knew when someone is going to bomb the Tower again.
The floor seems pretty unchanged from the time he was last here, except for who occupies it. Isn't this guy in the same dorm as Reno? He looked like a man mountain.]
Didn't expect to see you down here.
[Hi Brunwulf, you might recognize him from the few nights he pops in to sleep in his bed before disappearing again for a few days at a time.]
'sup?
Greetings. I did not expect to see you here either. This place offers me some solace from being trapped inside the tower all day and night. We Nords were born to live out under the stars and feel the cool air over our hot skin. Our hot blood is meant for battle, not being cooped up inside a prison. I come here to hunt sometimes. [He played with a small hunting knife, which he had on his belt.]
What are you doing here?
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Came down to get something that didn't taste like pumpkins.
[Obviously Reno has dark elf blood in his veins for hair that red. Obviously.]
I'm not all that big on mushrooms, but I know the safe kinds down here. Thinking about making some sort of soup.
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Aye. There are quite a few good varieties of mushrooms that grow amongst the grass. Mushroom soup?
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[And so's he, honestly. Not to mention candy, or anything super sweet. There's so little down in the cafeteria that was decent without the pumpkin.]
Y'been here long? Don't be surprised if the animals are hard to bag. Game gets scarce during the cold months; too many people up here hunting. Not that I'm great at it or anything... you look like you can handle yourself.
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I have been here roughly over a month or so and I hate this place, for it is nothing more than a glorified prison.
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[But try to explain she's a teenaged size two year old, uh, that isn't going to work...]
Nah, man, this isn't glorified at all. It's just a shithole.
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How old is she then?
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Heh, I guess you could say she looks fourteen.
[Well, at least getting to know his roommate isn't so bad, he could have been a psychotic killer, like some other people in the Tower. It makes him feel a bit better about having to sleep there every so often.]
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I do think it should be allowed for children to be within this cursed tower, as it's filled with nightmares and dangers. Things that no child should have to endure.
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You're tellin' me. It's hard not bein' there all the time to keep her out of trouble. She's got friends, though. Ya grow up pretty fast in places like this.
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Aye. I just wish there was some way out of his hell hole. Has anyone ever escaped?
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[Shrugging. That was as much information as he wishes to share with Brunwulf for the moment, at least not without giving him the Masquerade Test.]
Say, you see anything that looks like an alcohol still on this floor?
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Alcohol? No. I could do with a mug of ale though or mead.
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Sovngarde? That a place or something? You better be cautious about sayin' things like that, they got eyes and ears all over.
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I do not fear death, nor our captors. Bring them here, so we may severe their cowardly heads off.
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[Reno rolled his eyes and started off into the forest, snapping out the broken EMR as he walked.]