Nesir Aeser (
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towerofanimus2013-01-07 10:35 am
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Carving [Open]
Characters: Nesir Aeser and you
Setting: Workshop floor
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Nesir recovers from December and spends some time in the workshop
Warnings: none so far
Nesir went to the workshop for quite a practical reason, since recieving her poison kit as some kind of twisted reward she had a job to do. The cloak she had been given by Chidori, which she had to admit had probably saved her in the coldest days of December, needed modified, nothing big just a few hidden pockets like what she had in the sleeves of her uniform. It only took about an hour and then her cloak was back on, because even though the heating was back on it was still Winter and Nesir liked being warm.
She was about to leave when she was drawn to the wood and the tools, not the strange looking tools that worked on their own, just the basic tools that Ral had taught her to use. It had been a long time since she had carved, since before she lost her fingers at least but she had nothing better to do and it had always been something that helped calm her.
And in this place she needed all the calm she could get. She sat back down after gathering what she needed and started work on the lump of wood.
Anyone who knew Nesir well would not be blamed for assuming she was making something practical, a weapon of some kind. But as it started to take shape it looked more like a flower, rough work, it was hard when her dominant hand was damaged and she had never been good at carving in the first place despite Ral's teaching.
She was lost in work and for a moment, if you really didn't know her, she looked almost innocent.
Setting: Workshop floor
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Nesir recovers from December and spends some time in the workshop
Warnings: none so far
Nesir went to the workshop for quite a practical reason, since recieving her poison kit as some kind of twisted reward she had a job to do. The cloak she had been given by Chidori, which she had to admit had probably saved her in the coldest days of December, needed modified, nothing big just a few hidden pockets like what she had in the sleeves of her uniform. It only took about an hour and then her cloak was back on, because even though the heating was back on it was still Winter and Nesir liked being warm.
She was about to leave when she was drawn to the wood and the tools, not the strange looking tools that worked on their own, just the basic tools that Ral had taught her to use. It had been a long time since she had carved, since before she lost her fingers at least but she had nothing better to do and it had always been something that helped calm her.
And in this place she needed all the calm she could get. She sat back down after gathering what she needed and started work on the lump of wood.
Anyone who knew Nesir well would not be blamed for assuming she was making something practical, a weapon of some kind. But as it started to take shape it looked more like a flower, rough work, it was hard when her dominant hand was damaged and she had never been good at carving in the first place despite Ral's teaching.
She was lost in work and for a moment, if you really didn't know her, she looked almost innocent.
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That's not very nice, Nesir!"Yeah! I used to have some crafting skills. I even once made my own sword, but that was a loooooong time ago. Most of the time I was just working with wood, though. Little things like that." And boy were those crafting skills rusty. He wasn't even sure what he'd make.
shes so mean I'm sorry ;;
Pfff, it's okay, he needs a little sense smacked into him anyway. X'D
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Nesir knew other worlds were different but this seemed far fetched.
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"No. You did no be telling me."
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"So you do be ruling your country?" Except he made it sound like there was more, he was tied to it and felt what was going on... like a bond...
"A figure head who do be bound to the country they do be ruling..." One way she guessed to ensure decent levels of ruler-ship.