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sticksandbones2023-04-17 12:31 pm
lostpsalm) wrote in sticksandbones2023-04-17 12:31 pm
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first stanza ⚜ THIS IS NOW A MAY CATCH-ALL <3
1 / winddown, woundup
this is THE branch.
he's played his eyes over the trees above every day, going about his business-- looking for signs of death, in the limbs above. something with a good strength, that's had the chance to dry through, that he can break off and start stripping down to a good shape--
and he's found it. something that fits every single thing he could ask for, besides 'having fallen off the tree already.' it's definitely dead, good species, no big damage to it he'll have to work around...
...
instead of going up there to get it, he's sat down at the base of the trunk where he can stare up at it, and.. starts chattering at it. and definitely not in a, 'i'm offering proper deference to the forest' way. ]
I feel like just thinking about it I'm going to get struck down where I stand. Asking someone else for the honor of using their tree for a bow... it, it's a little over the line, isn't it? ...I suppose I've went... far, far past that line already, but... I've... you know, not exactly been trying to add insult to the injury on purpose... ...this would feel like I am doing that. On purpose.
[ Rennuid was one of the last stragglers, coming in from the game. He'd persisted in dicking around in the woods, abruptly frantic and heedless to anyone else despite acting genial enough, if a little nervy, before.
It felt like he was being buffeted back to the space surrounding the well, when he finally gives up and drags himself into the inn. But while he can't keep looking, there's more he can do.
The evening after the game and the morning hence, he's catching people's attention as they appear in the foyer of the inn.
You included! ]
Excuse-- excuse me! In the forest, or, or anywhere here really, you didn't happen to see... a, ah... tall precursor man, in armor and a cape? He's very. Green. Like a new leaf, not like moss... oh, I could have made a picture...
2/ three days post arrival.
[ thanks to his switcharoo act when settling in to a room at the inn, rennuid's started to feel, slowwwwwly, subtly off, hanging around in there. everywhere in there. the bedroom's the worst, but like. he always hip-checks this one corner of the wall, and in the kitchen he simply canNOT ever find the right cup measure on his own.
so, after three nights of tossing and turning not quite able to take the weight off of every spot in his body with a twinge, he's a LITTLE tetchy. i wanna go hoooome, he thinks, despite not really knowing where he means. but his mirror won't even show him what that could be. instead, he sees himself, snug as a bug, sleeping peacefully in the room he'd rejected out of hand.
smug bastard.
ugh. what TIME is it.... he looks out the window, sees it's still pretty dewey outside, and guesses morning. a good time to creep down the stairs and outside.
except for one, tiny, little thing
it's not morning. it's 3am, the witching hour, as rennuid is near incapable of telling time via light alone -- time of day mpstly just changes the saturation, to him.
are you awake in your bed, hearing something human-sized come creeping past your door over creaking planks? stumbling downstairs to rummage for a snack? or even looking out your window at the wrong time-- either way, Rennuid makes for a much eerier sight in the dark of the night; darkness clinging to him more than it ought, eyes standing out with a slight glow. ...who is that? or if you do recognize pointy-ears guy, what the hell is he up to? ]
3/ on behalf of rusty.....
[ he spent some more time quietly accompanying rusty at his post. rennuid's pretty sure all qula'norr, domestic or not, have to eat at least a bit of meat to be healthy...? info needed. he's only ever met people with pet dogs in passing, and "how are you keeping up with feeding that thing, don't they usually rove around hunting things down in packs" had never come up in conversation.
...
rusty seems a little too preoccupied to go hunt himself anything. poor thing.
he hasn't seen anything in the way of game here, but maybe they're all just especially wary critters that flee at signs of approach he can't quite hide... with that in mind, uh.
mr. backwoodsman has started making simple snares and deadfall traps in out of the way spots, and has neglected to mention he is doing that. feel free to catch him during any part of the escapade. or get caught. ]
4/ what wicked webs we
[ a lot of the things Rennuid does can often seem, uh...
obscure?
this is one of them. he's got a big mess of ropes on his lap that he seems to be fastidiously weaving and knotting them together into... something?
whatever it is it is taking FOREVER. the mass of weaved-together rope is growing bigger and bigger every day. as are the webs that the spiders are helpfully weaving nearby always at the same time HE'S weaving. ]
....oh. Did I...
[ he lifts it up, shakes it out to see the pattern properly...
...
he accidentally tied the wrong bits together. ]
...three whole rows back, this time...
5/ deadshot (post meeting)
[ it's just a branch.
it's just a branch.
it's just a branch.
[ a lot of the things Rennuid does can often seem, uh...
obscure?
this is one of them. he's got a big mess of ropes on his lap that he seems to be fastidiously weaving and knotting them together into... something?
whatever it is it is taking FOREVER. the mass of weaved-together rope is growing bigger and bigger every day. as are the webs that the spiders are helpfully weaving nearby always at the same time HE'S weaving. ]
....oh. Did I...
[ he lifts it up, shakes it out to see the pattern properly...
...
he accidentally tied the wrong bits together. ]
...three whole rows back, this time...
5/ deadshot (post meeting)
[ it's just a branch.
it's just a branch.
it's just a branch.
he's played his eyes over the trees above every day, going about his business-- looking for signs of death, in the limbs above. something with a good strength, that's had the chance to dry through, that he can break off and start stripping down to a good shape--
and he's found it. something that fits every single thing he could ask for, besides 'having fallen off the tree already.' it's definitely dead, good species, no big damage to it he'll have to work around...
...
instead of going up there to get it, he's sat down at the base of the trunk where he can stare up at it, and.. starts chattering at it. and definitely not in a, 'i'm offering proper deference to the forest' way. ]
I feel like just thinking about it I'm going to get struck down where I stand. Asking someone else for the honor of using their tree for a bow... it, it's a little over the line, isn't it? ...I suppose I've went... far, far past that line already, but... I've... you know, not exactly been trying to add insult to the injury on purpose... ...this would feel like I am doing that. On purpose.
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That's a good idea, but I don't know how to do something like that. Maybe Nines or Add could help? They're smart. I don't know Nines well, [and if 9S were to leave for an extended period of time, Elsword wouldn't know him at all,] but Add is always reliable.
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[ he backs away a good ways from Elsword, taking careful steps, not bothering to check behind him. boy, if you tried that with felicity around you would go tumbling tripping over a rock. then, he moves his hand beside his mouth -- shielding it, as if he's whispering a secret. he mouths words. there's no sound.
until there is, on a long delay, playing out in an airy, close whisper at the shell of Elsword's ear. ]
See? Like this. But only three sentences at a time, before it needs to be fed again.
[ he drops his hand, straightens up. his voice is back in his mouth where it belongs. ]
...I wouldn't be surprised if they could figure it out~. They both seem very clever.