[Open] What a lovely day for a picnic~

[bloodwriter]

Characters: Disciple, Dolorosa, and open to anybody!
Setting: Floor Twenty-Five
Format: We're comfortable with any format you decide to put up.
Summary: Dolorosa & Disciple decide they would like a nice time away from it all, so why not have a nice picnic? If you would like something cooked over an open fire, Di will happily cook it for you!
Warnings: Fire and smoke, but only if you are really careless when playing out in the open.

After running to get to this peaceful floor, Disciple happily runs out in the open to floor 25. She falls instantly on the grass and rolls in it as Dolorosa quietly sets up the big blanket and the food. Embarrassed that she wasn't helping out, Disciple gets up and does her fair share by setting up a small fire to cook on.

When done, they both smile at their accomplishment and relax.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

Well, he...did hold his own through most floors at night...

"I've had more than enough experience," he says. "Not with the creatures that live here, of course."

[bloodwriter]

"I know of what you mean. Even though I too explore and train constantly against these vicious creatures, I do not know what most of them are. It makes for a challenging walk."

[warriorscribe]

"You are a warrior, yourself?"

[bloodwriter]

She nods proudly. "Yes I am! I have been a hunter most of my life, thus I grew to love that lifestyle. It makes everything else I encounter so simple for me to handle."

[warriorscribe]

"I've had experience with hunting, myself, though..." He clearly didn't want to insult her by mistake - she was so obviously proud of her prowess that he'd feel more terrible than usual for it. "I wouldn't be so fast to equate some of the creatures here with game. Especially those who emerge at night."

And, of course, as he spoke, the idea hit him - of course, this woman wasn't human at all, was she? "Ah...is game where trolls come from more dangerous?"

[bloodwriter]

Disciple becomes shocked when hearing his former words. "OH! I am sorry if I insinuated that you were not! In fact I am happy to meet someone else that knows the same experiences as I do. I guess I got carried away with explaining my experiences. I am sorry.

As to answer your question, that all depends. What do you deem as dangerous?"

[warriorscribe]

"N-...no, I wasn't insulted!" Enoch was just as quick to try and alleviate the misunderstanding. Or the misunderstanding of a misunderstanding, whichever it was.

"The...mainly the creatures that only emerge at night are the most dangerous ones."

[bloodwriter]

When she heard him apologize, she covered her embarrassed face over the various misunderstandings. Within her hands she kept mumbling "I'm sorry" and shaking her head.

Di didn't want to totally ignore him though, and answered his question the best she could. "Ah, I see. I tend not to hunt them on purpose. But when I have to or if I have no choice, then I will fight my way through them."

[warriorscribe]

"Ah..." Well, the question hadn't been answered, but she seemed so embarrassed by a little misstep in conversation, so Enoch decided not to bring that up. "I've only fought at night here once. I managed well enough, I think, but some caught me off guard."

[bloodwriter]

She looked at him in amazement. He really must be strong if he can handle himself at night! In fact, hearing his clear answer made her understand what he was talking about more, but decided to focus on him.

"But still! You have managed to get out of their horrific grasp. That is still considered strong to me. Hopefully they did not leave permanent marks on your body."

I'm sorry! I thought I replied to this!

[warriorscribe]

He handled himself, yes, but far from perfectly. Enoch averted his eyes.

"Not...not always. Whatever might have left scars was erased in death."

That's ok! ^_^

[bloodwriter]

Di understands and nods.

"Well I am glad you have decided to join us. I will make sure this feast will fit a glorious warrior such as yourself. You earned it!"

[warriorscribe]

Enoch isn't sure he can be called glorious. Or at least, not anymore. He gives her a bit of a sheepish smile as he kneels at the edge of the blanket.

"Thank you. You shouldn't go to any lengths for me." He was, after all, uninvited, on top of feeling he doesn't really deserve the praise.

[bloodwriter]

"Nonsense. I am happy to." And with that said, she starts serving him a big platter of food.

[warriorscribe]

This was certainly an awkward moment. He felt she was speaking too highly of him, but at the same time, it would be rude of him to refuse the food...

Clearly, the best course of action would be to talk about something else entirely.

"When you called hunting a lifestyle...do you mean it's more to you than a trade?"

[bloodwriter]

She stops what she's doing and looks up at him.

"Yes. When I was small and my world was not at all peaceful, I had to fend for myself for survival. It made me grow up faster than other trolls, but I am thankful for it, for it taught me valuable skills I needed in life. Especially for my world, where brutal combat and culling was the norm."

[warriorscribe]

Perhaps this wasn't the best change of subject. He should have seen that coming, honestly, but...in his attempt to balance modesty with propriety, it had been overlooked.

"I'm sorry." There was a pause as he let what she said sink in. "'Culling', as with grain? Was...was that the attitude taken in choosing warriors?"

[bloodwriter]

Oh wow, how stupid was she? She knew not everybody used her terms concerning certain things, but she still uses it anyway. She sighs and blushes embarrassingly.

"Excuse me. I should have been more clearer on my words. In my world, culling means killing. Sadly I wish I could use your definition rather that our own. "

[warriorscribe]

Enoch himself tended to use things like "human decency" when referring to nonhumans, so Di was far from alone in that respect.

"So killing, then...is seen as removing the inferior?" Enoch shook his head. He had quite a tolerance as far as societies finding what worked best for them. But to have such a view of death...

[bloodwriter]

She nods sadly as his words. "Yes. You are exactly right. In fact, it makes me hope that you did not experience something similar within your old world."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch shook his head. "There are people who may see it that way, but they're despised."

[bloodwriter]

She brightens a little. "At least you have that. It is better than just having others all follow their horrible orders mindlessly, or in some cases joyfully."

[warriorscribe]

"I won't say there aren't humans who would do evil. But I believe we are for the most part good. That evil won't last, and those who are will serve as a cautionary example for future generations, so that no one makes their choices and humanity betters itself."

....That was certainly a mouthful. He can be wordy if he's passionate.

[bloodwriter]

"I feel the same way. But do you not want to change that right away, instead of just hoping that the future generation will not turn out as bad as they are?"

[warriorscribe]

"Of course, and many try. But there are going to be those who refuse to change and can't be removed."

Especially since he knows that Heaven lends a sparing hand - that the entire point is to find things out for themselves.