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towerofanimus2013-12-10 01:29 pm
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2013-12-10 01:29 pm
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Characters: Reno, and you
Setting: See prompts!
Format: Either/or
Summary: Going hunting, going tanning, infirmary hopping, letter writin', memory viewing
Warnings: Talk about tanning animal hides, sort of gross and if you're squeamish probably should skip the tanning prompt.
Early December, any day in the late afternoon, Tanning Leather, Workshop
Hunting was a laborious process even in the Tower, especially considering what was being hunted. Reno had a short list of the kind of monsters that were easily killed and harmless for tanning purposes. Most of the time, he's on Floor 32 however, being easier to hunt in with the cover it provided, and if he managed to run across an animal, that was just extra food for the family.
The chill was sharp now, every day he went out he was thankful for the leather cloak Xion had made as a prototype. He didn't have a thermometer or anything to measure the temperature except experience, but he could tell each day got a little colder, and if this was how things were going to keep going, they would see bad weather pretty shortly. That's just how Decembers went.
Still, the cold was enough to have him bringing someone along on these hunting trips now, for the extra help he needed getting the tanning afterward done or the bagged meat to the industrial kitchen. And he was enjoying the company after so many weeks of doing missions alone.
Early December, any day in the late afternoon, Tanning Leather, Industrial Kitchen
Tanning leather was gross. Really gross. Despite talking with Xion about it before, he decided to do it himself before handing the leather over to her because he found the quicker the hides got processed, the better they turned out. That meant hours instead of days, but at least the process wasn't as hard as he thought it'd be. A book on the subject taken from the library had taught him animals could be used to tan their own hides... if you didn't mind using the brains. The problem was instead of being able to use the Workshop, the industrial kitchen was way better suited to store the parts and other things necessary for the process. The brains had to be stored until he cooked them down to a soup for rubbing into the hide, and then the hide itself had to be stored for a few days, then smoked.
Hauling brains and hides around the Tower wasn't easy when you were trying to keep the gross off of your clothes, though.
Still, Reno was used to gore and even had a system to tan the damn things even after a really successful hunting trip that netted him three or four at a time. Making tanning racks hadn't been all that hard, and a flat bladed knife made a passable scraper. He had a section in the refrigerator set aside for the materials and even used the kitchen's smoker to full advantage. Any meat he managed to get went right into the Turk's stores in the freezer.
December 6th, Late Afternoon, 1-04, Roommate/Vistor Shenans?
Today, he really just needed a break. A rest from all the hunting and tanning and everything else. He'd never liked the cold. It seemed to sap his energy and drive from him, even way back when things had been normal and Midgar still existed and the Turks were in the good graces of Shinra. His bed had entirely new sheets and blankets on it, a welcome change to the bloody ones Gilles had created with his bullfairy surprise recipe. It was nice just laying in bed, thinking for once.
Vacations were rare and hard to come by, and it was sort of odd but he found himself wanting more to just sit and sleep than do something fun like go to the sauna or to the media room. Maybe it was just a reflection of getting older. He sure as hell wasn't twenty-three anymore, but being in your prime didn't mean recovering wasn't getting harder. Still, time was precious before the big End, and Reno used it to pen a couple of letters to his family on a piece of board sitting on his lap.
December 8th, Morning, Floor 100
On his way down to the kitchen for breakfast, Reno paused on this floor. He wasn't sure why, and even less sure why he stepped out on to this floor completely. The last time he had been here, it had shown him a world he didn't really want to see anymore. Something to taunt and mock him.
This time, it was different. The holograms had changed from Midgar to another city, one just as familiar, but held a note of nostalgia inside the walls and golden gleam. Junon stood proudly facing the ocean, taunting those who would try to destroy her with the immense cannon jutting out from her center. It wasn't the Junon of modern day, where the cannon had been removed and set up in Midgar, or even the Junon of recent day, when it had been complete.
Junon, as Reno remembered her when he lived there so long ago, the walls still incomplete and the cannon still only a shell of a dream. The red streamers hanging from every building bore the name of the company, a salute to Rufus's father. The ocean glittered with the sun overhead, and the breeze made the streamers flap and shimmer.
Awkward, Reno stood in the middle of the street, one hand on his hip and the other tugging at his mouth, wanting to leave, yet strangely compelled to stay. Was this... that day?
December 9th, Morning, Upper Levels, Mapping
The winter season meant there was less time for normal missions, but this was an important thing and Reno wasn't happy to find he actually had to go out of his way to find a day to go map the upper levels. This time, he wasn't alone, which he was just as glad for, because these floors he wasn't quite as familiar with, and if anything, the fox tales that still waved behind him reminded just how unfamiliar he was...
Standing on the staircase, Reno looked over some of the maps he had done already, trying to decide which one to do next. "So, whatcha think? Got any ideas what floor we should try next?"
December 10th, Early morning, Infirmary
It was his own damn fault he hadn't looked where he stepped, and he was pretty lucky it was just a flesh wound, but it was still enough to get him to hobble to the infirmary for a dressing. The little shadow blob seemed to laugh in his attempts to remove the blasted thing from the living, if it even was living, which made him more annoyed than anything. His foot was going to be sore for a few days.
That didn't really explain why he was covered in blood head to toe, however. The stains were going to be a pain in the ass to get out of his clothes...
Grumping to himself, he marched around the infirmary, ignoring whatever worker units that were there, grabbing up some supplies. Anti-biotics, bandages, and some tape. Plopping down in a chair, he examined the damage and made a face when he realized it wasn't so much his foot as it was his ankle. His shoe suffered some damage but nothing that couldn't be fixed or glued together. Annoying, definitely, and something of a setback while he waited for it to heal...
Setting: See prompts!
Format: Either/or
Summary: Going hunting, going tanning, infirmary hopping, letter writin', memory viewing
Warnings: Talk about tanning animal hides, sort of gross and if you're squeamish probably should skip the tanning prompt.
Early December, any day in the late afternoon, Tanning Leather, Workshop
Hunting was a laborious process even in the Tower, especially considering what was being hunted. Reno had a short list of the kind of monsters that were easily killed and harmless for tanning purposes. Most of the time, he's on Floor 32 however, being easier to hunt in with the cover it provided, and if he managed to run across an animal, that was just extra food for the family.
The chill was sharp now, every day he went out he was thankful for the leather cloak Xion had made as a prototype. He didn't have a thermometer or anything to measure the temperature except experience, but he could tell each day got a little colder, and if this was how things were going to keep going, they would see bad weather pretty shortly. That's just how Decembers went.
Still, the cold was enough to have him bringing someone along on these hunting trips now, for the extra help he needed getting the tanning afterward done or the bagged meat to the industrial kitchen. And he was enjoying the company after so many weeks of doing missions alone.
Early December, any day in the late afternoon, Tanning Leather, Industrial Kitchen
Tanning leather was gross. Really gross. Despite talking with Xion about it before, he decided to do it himself before handing the leather over to her because he found the quicker the hides got processed, the better they turned out. That meant hours instead of days, but at least the process wasn't as hard as he thought it'd be. A book on the subject taken from the library had taught him animals could be used to tan their own hides... if you didn't mind using the brains. The problem was instead of being able to use the Workshop, the industrial kitchen was way better suited to store the parts and other things necessary for the process. The brains had to be stored until he cooked them down to a soup for rubbing into the hide, and then the hide itself had to be stored for a few days, then smoked.
Hauling brains and hides around the Tower wasn't easy when you were trying to keep the gross off of your clothes, though.
Still, Reno was used to gore and even had a system to tan the damn things even after a really successful hunting trip that netted him three or four at a time. Making tanning racks hadn't been all that hard, and a flat bladed knife made a passable scraper. He had a section in the refrigerator set aside for the materials and even used the kitchen's smoker to full advantage. Any meat he managed to get went right into the Turk's stores in the freezer.
December 6th, Late Afternoon, 1-04, Roommate/Vistor Shenans?
Today, he really just needed a break. A rest from all the hunting and tanning and everything else. He'd never liked the cold. It seemed to sap his energy and drive from him, even way back when things had been normal and Midgar still existed and the Turks were in the good graces of Shinra. His bed had entirely new sheets and blankets on it, a welcome change to the bloody ones Gilles had created with his bullfairy surprise recipe. It was nice just laying in bed, thinking for once.
Vacations were rare and hard to come by, and it was sort of odd but he found himself wanting more to just sit and sleep than do something fun like go to the sauna or to the media room. Maybe it was just a reflection of getting older. He sure as hell wasn't twenty-three anymore, but being in your prime didn't mean recovering wasn't getting harder. Still, time was precious before the big End, and Reno used it to pen a couple of letters to his family on a piece of board sitting on his lap.
December 8th, Morning, Floor 100
On his way down to the kitchen for breakfast, Reno paused on this floor. He wasn't sure why, and even less sure why he stepped out on to this floor completely. The last time he had been here, it had shown him a world he didn't really want to see anymore. Something to taunt and mock him.
This time, it was different. The holograms had changed from Midgar to another city, one just as familiar, but held a note of nostalgia inside the walls and golden gleam. Junon stood proudly facing the ocean, taunting those who would try to destroy her with the immense cannon jutting out from her center. It wasn't the Junon of modern day, where the cannon had been removed and set up in Midgar, or even the Junon of recent day, when it had been complete.
Junon, as Reno remembered her when he lived there so long ago, the walls still incomplete and the cannon still only a shell of a dream. The red streamers hanging from every building bore the name of the company, a salute to Rufus's father. The ocean glittered with the sun overhead, and the breeze made the streamers flap and shimmer.
Awkward, Reno stood in the middle of the street, one hand on his hip and the other tugging at his mouth, wanting to leave, yet strangely compelled to stay. Was this... that day?
December 9th, Morning, Upper Levels, Mapping
The winter season meant there was less time for normal missions, but this was an important thing and Reno wasn't happy to find he actually had to go out of his way to find a day to go map the upper levels. This time, he wasn't alone, which he was just as glad for, because these floors he wasn't quite as familiar with, and if anything, the fox tales that still waved behind him reminded just how unfamiliar he was...
Standing on the staircase, Reno looked over some of the maps he had done already, trying to decide which one to do next. "So, whatcha think? Got any ideas what floor we should try next?"
December 10th, Early morning, Infirmary
It was his own damn fault he hadn't looked where he stepped, and he was pretty lucky it was just a flesh wound, but it was still enough to get him to hobble to the infirmary for a dressing. The little shadow blob seemed to laugh in his attempts to remove the blasted thing from the living, if it even was living, which made him more annoyed than anything. His foot was going to be sore for a few days.
That didn't really explain why he was covered in blood head to toe, however. The stains were going to be a pain in the ass to get out of his clothes...
Grumping to himself, he marched around the infirmary, ignoring whatever worker units that were there, grabbing up some supplies. Anti-biotics, bandages, and some tape. Plopping down in a chair, he examined the damage and made a face when he realized it wasn't so much his foot as it was his ankle. His shoe suffered some damage but nothing that couldn't be fixed or glued together. Annoying, definitely, and something of a setback while he waited for it to heal...
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