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towerofanimus2012-11-08 05:46 am
handstands) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-08 05:46 am
Entry tags:
stranger i've known you for so long
Characters: Terra AND YOU!
Setting: cafeteria OR graveyard OR workshop
Format: action preferred but I'll follow you!
Summary: Terra tinkering or Terra cooking or Terra mourning
Warnings: horror and sadness or just dorkery?
[CAFETERIA - November 8th]
[once upon a happier time, it had been Terra's job to cook for his small family back home. now that there are halfway decent ingredients, he's trying to make something more appetizing than just that horrid oatmeal. as much as he'd like some hot bread, baking had been Aqua's chore, and he doesn't want to trust any appliance in this place that he's not comfortable with.
he works at making a healthy and delicious salmon dish in a sweet and sour sauce, with vegetables and almonds steamed in lemon juice and a bit of mashed potatoes with garlic to finish.
you want some? he's more than happy to make you a plate!]
[WORKSHOP - November 9th]
[being safe with dangerous wood-cutting tools is difficult when there are no instructions or safety equipment. Terra's doing his best to be cautious with the huge pieces of wood he's working with, cutting machinery screaming away...
it's just a huge, thick piece of wood. one end is already sanded down, clearly finished (as best as he could manage). he's working on the other end, trying to make a handle. he's not particularly worried about making a clean job of it, considering he doesn't know what he's doing - he seems to be more worried about the weight and balance, picking the piece up from machinery often to test just that.
a bit obvious what he's trying to make a substitute for.]
[GRAVEYARD - November 10th]
[he'd heard about it. and avoided it as long as he could bear to.
but now he's here. and he wishes he could have resisted a little longer. or forever.
Terra's sitting as one would for training; on his knees, head bowed. he's not moving. just silent in front of several graves, two reading the name of his best friend: Aqua. one for his little brother, Ventus. the other...his Master. Eraqus.
his hands lay useless and motionless in his lap. his posture is not straight and disciplined as it would normally be, but bent and defeated. if you look at his face, there are tears.]
Setting: cafeteria OR graveyard OR workshop
Format: action preferred but I'll follow you!
Summary: Terra tinkering or Terra cooking or Terra mourning
Warnings: horror and sadness or just dorkery?
[CAFETERIA - November 8th]
[once upon a happier time, it had been Terra's job to cook for his small family back home. now that there are halfway decent ingredients, he's trying to make something more appetizing than just that horrid oatmeal. as much as he'd like some hot bread, baking had been Aqua's chore, and he doesn't want to trust any appliance in this place that he's not comfortable with.
he works at making a healthy and delicious salmon dish in a sweet and sour sauce, with vegetables and almonds steamed in lemon juice and a bit of mashed potatoes with garlic to finish.
you want some? he's more than happy to make you a plate!]
[WORKSHOP - November 9th]
[being safe with dangerous wood-cutting tools is difficult when there are no instructions or safety equipment. Terra's doing his best to be cautious with the huge pieces of wood he's working with, cutting machinery screaming away...
it's just a huge, thick piece of wood. one end is already sanded down, clearly finished (as best as he could manage). he's working on the other end, trying to make a handle. he's not particularly worried about making a clean job of it, considering he doesn't know what he's doing - he seems to be more worried about the weight and balance, picking the piece up from machinery often to test just that.
a bit obvious what he's trying to make a substitute for.]
[GRAVEYARD - November 10th]
[he'd heard about it. and avoided it as long as he could bear to.
but now he's here. and he wishes he could have resisted a little longer. or forever.
Terra's sitting as one would for training; on his knees, head bowed. he's not moving. just silent in front of several graves, two reading the name of his best friend: Aqua. one for his little brother, Ventus. the other...his Master. Eraqus.
his hands lay useless and motionless in his lap. his posture is not straight and disciplined as it would normally be, but bent and defeated. if you look at his face, there are tears.]
no subject
It's someone he doesn't know, and so he holds onto a natural level of caution as he approaches, keeping his stance casual but a hand near the puppet scroll tucked into his sash. He's up for a chat with a fellow wood-worker -- though something of an amateur by the look of it -- but also aware that there are some real psychos in the tower.
This guy doesn't look like one, though...]
Making yourself a little something, huh? That's an odd-looking sword if I've ever seen one.
[His tone is friendly rather than mocking, just making conversation.]
SO LATE UM OOPS HI ;;
Making it not very well, if that's what you mean. It won't be much of a sword, at this rate.
[he grins a little at the stranger, but feels no need to explain what he's really making.]
NO WORRIES :D Backtagging is fun!
You like a little assistance with that? Woodworking's a bit of a profession of mine.