[OPEN]

[donttelltheelf]

Characters: Gimli and YOU
Setting: (Wrecked) Workshop floor.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Gimli's doing some scavenging to pass the time. Dwarf jokes with be met with a Dwarf axe.
Warnings: None to begin with, except maybe cranky Dwarf, but by now that's a given.

[The place is in shambles. He's not used to destruction being so thorough, so... careful. Except for when he went home, much like Gandalf did, but that was besides the point. Gimli looks around, wondering if anything about this will be salvageable or useful somehow. But, he supposes, someone ought to investigate.

So should your character venture anywhere near the workshop, you'll find a dwarf rummaging around the debris, poking at this or that, and maybe trying to organize the remains.]

Comments

[fuhgeddaboudit]

[Labrys had given some thought to what could happen if she sustained damage--all hypotheticals led to the conclusion that it would prove a problem. She'd have to find someone that was skilled in metalworks and circuitry, as well as find some spare materials in case anything went wrong.]

[So that was how a very obviously mechanical girl came to be rummaging through the wreckage as well. Occasionally she'd stop to regard something with interest and set it aside, or take a moment to move heavier bits of debris in her way without much effort.]

[donttelltheelf]

Looks like he might as well be at it forever, eh, lass?

[Gimli is in a... moderately good humor. He's not happy, by all means, but only a fool takes out his anger on innocents. Besides, he is impressed by her progress. Her strength might very well rival his, and if there's one thing might impress dwarves, is strength.]

[fuhgeddaboudit]

[She glanced up at that, nodding in response.]

The whole place is lookin' like one heck of a mess. Guess I had some pretty bad timin'.

[donttelltheelf]

A new arrival, then?

[Gimli offers a short, not very amused laugh.]

Your timing, I'm afraid, had nothing to do with this, lass. The bad timing is all theirs, all the time.

[fuhgeddaboudit]

Few days ago, yeah. Name's Labrys.

...I've been hearin' a lot of awful stuff 'bout this place.

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Ganondorf doesn't touch most of what he sees around. Most likely there are amongst the rumble remnants of machines and weapons crafted by those who worked here. Nothing of interest to him really.

Oh, that's the Dwarf who went with them to the control room. Ganon died before him, but he was fairly certain Gimli died in the seconds that followed. He smirked to the dwarf when he passed. ]

Oh, so you survived the recent attack.

[donttelltheelf]

[Gimli remains surprisingly neutral in the face of Ganondorf.]

So did you, though I resent the surprised tone at that.

[great_king_of_evil]

It was not my intent. After all, I've never had an occasion to witness your battle abilities. We... died too quickly last time, though I think you were last?

[ Neutral is good, they could be great buddy. Maybe. No. ]

[donttelltheelf]

Perhaps.

[Keeeeeeping it neutral for the time being. You have no idea how hard that is, given his usual temper.]

I was rather preoccupied at the moment, to worry about much other than trying not to die, I'm afraid.

[great_king_of_evil]

[ It must be even harder with the smile on Ganondorf's face. Seriously, Ganon's not being annoying o purpose. Promised. ]

It's not like we had a lot of time to react after all... Gimli? It is your name I believe, right?

[pauldrons]

[Zack had come up here with a purpose: find something that could be used to make a staff. Not that he'd been having much luck in that regard; there was more metallic debris than wood up here, and leaning metal bits against walls was getting tiresome.]

Come on...gotta be something around here...

[donttelltheelf]

Looking for something, lad?

[Gimli emerged from a pile of debris, looking... in a better humor than one might expect.]

[pauldrons]

[Zack startles a bit, but quickly recovers and rubs the back of his neck, casting a look around as if he hasn't done that a few dozen times already.]

Yeah. A big piece of wood. I need to make a staff for a friend, but I don't think a pipe's gonna work for that. [siiigh] I just can't find any wood. Must have turned into splinters or something...

[donttelltheelf]

Wood, huh?

[Gimli frowns.]

Haven't seen much that isn't splinters yet. But I haven't dug out everything yet. I'll help you look, lad, if you want.

[pauldrons]

Would you? Thanks. I'd appreciate that.

[He really does, turning a grin in Gimli's direction. He's always grateful for help.]

There anything you're looking for? Two sets of eyes are better than one.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo had been wandering through the floors, he couldn't do his job really when everything was wrecked though he did work the best he could on the floors that were okay.

But for the most part he had been wandering, wondering if there was anything they could do to help fix things. Romeo didn't know how to fix things this big. Everything was all wrecked and he didn't know where to start.

He saw the dwarf in the worksop and watched him quietly for a moment, he had met lots of different people in the tower but an adult who wasn't that much bigger than him...]

[donttelltheelf]

[Gimli pulled on a sheet of metal, grunting as he tried to dislodge it and shove it aside. The pile he was standing on, though, gave an unpleasant shift as he finally got the metal to budge, so he had to shift on his feet to keep himself from falling. He slid down to the side, grunting again as debris fell over loudly. He snorted.]

Well. That's one way of doing it, I suppose.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo ran over in a moment, thinking the man was going to fall into the pile of rubble and never be seen again!] Are you alright sir?

[donttelltheelf]

Ah, just fine, my boy, just fine.

[He offers Romeo a light laugh.]

Just handling stubborn things, is all.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo grinned glad that he was alright.] What are you doing that for sir?

[moontothetide]

[Tara has just spent the last few days poking through the damage, sifting through the debris - starting with her own, and then seeing what harm the rest of the tower had come to while she's been gone.

Today, she comes down the steps to the workshop and just...stops, staring dully at the mess. She'd never spent much time here herself, but it was a room she frequently passed through, and to see the normally pristine place full of useful things reduced to so much...nothing is disheartening.

It's a few seconds before she spots Gimli shifting through what's left, and a few seconds more before Tara finds her voice.]

Um...d-do you need help?

[donttelltheelf]

[Gimli looks up, offering her a wan smile.]

All help is appreciated, my girl, but I am not sure I'd feel good making a woman dig in place of a dwarf. Why don't you lend me your eyes, instead?

[moontothetide]

[This is normally where Tara would say that, just because she's a woman, it doesn't mean she's not capable of digging through rubble.

The slightly odd realization that she's talking to a dwarf, coupled with her own mental exhaustion, makes her nod instead.]

W-What do you need them for? I mean, um, are you looking for something in particular?

[donttelltheelf]

Tools, my dear. With all this destruction around, it is the tools we should salvage first. Maybe you can see something I can't.

[He doubts it, but a stuttering woman is not a woman you coddle. Not in Gimli's world-view. You don't acknowledge potential weakness, you turn it into strength instead. So he'll give her something to do and feel useful doing, and maybe she'll relax a little and stop stuttering about... Hopefully. He just wants to help, really.]

[moontothetide]

[If more people took that tact with Tara, she would probably be a less neurotic person in general.]

O-Oh. [It seems so obvious, pointed out like that, and she turn away to hide her embarrassment and also to scan the room. At first glance, there isn't much - splintered wood, smashed up glass - but, then, she does a double take, and points.] Hammer! There's a hammer. And, um, s-something else. Some kind of...clamp?