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towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
The weather's annoying, isn't it?
Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
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[He'll happily take the cloak and, after looking it over, slip right into it.]
How long did it take to whip them together?
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*To find material, cut them to size, find thread when he ran out...the hood was the hardest part, really, and that didn't take long at all. It was greatly helped by the fact that he hadn't done much in the way of clasps or bindings. The hood attached and gave the cloak shape, and that was about it. One or two might have strings to tie it closed inside, but that was only when he could find cords for that.*
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[Sure, there's only a handful of cloaks, but a few hours per each one? A part of Riku wonders if he worked on 'em one after the other or at least took a few breathers in between. Yikes!]
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*A short coughing fit that he tries to minimize, and he gives Riku a small smile.*
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Shouldn't you get at least some rest, though? Overwork yourself at this temperature, and it could come back to bite you later.
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*Cold like this was no laughing matter, after all, with a sickness like this going around.*