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steadypulse) wrote in songerein2021-12-06 11:04 am
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And the World, In Its Cold Way, Started Coming Alive || OPEN!
Who: Soldier: 76 & Anyone
Which: Open Log for December
Where: Edge of town/Residential district and slightly in the forest
What: With snow on the ground, an old soldier had found ways to occupy himself while still keeping his end of a compromise. Can't fault him for building a bonfire, cooking up meat from hunts, and making hot chocolate.
Some of it spiked.
Does have a few odd 'guests' encountered from a 'drink' run, but it is what it is.
Note: Enjoy the sweater
Warnings: Will add as necessary. if any come up.
Build It Up
[There was no real need to cut trees down with how well he knew the forest by now, not delving too deep in to the Wildlands, to instead gather fallen limbs and downed trees. All of them good enough to burn, no other real use to them. Had picked a clearing that he had further cleaned up, digging a bit of a large pit and lining a ring of stones in and around it.
Was good work, halving logs and limbs, building up a pile where he'd cleared away snow to try and keep it from getting too wet. Gave him something to do, kept him from getting antsy with the amount of quiet there was despite the bit of nonsense going on.
Couldn't really help it, wasn't made for sitting still.]
Just need a few more.
Light It Up
[Eventually? There was a carefully built stack of wood, enough that it could be fed by the rest of the wood he had collected to keep it going for some hours. Good.]
Of course the dragon is off hunting when I could use her for something. [It was a half-hearted grumble, 76 looking over the wood pile for burning, glancing over gloved hands briefly. Sure, he had ice, shadow, and electricity but- well. A strike could possibly catch it, but could also catch a few other things. Straight up fire?
There was a chill in the air of course. Considering how the rest of it worked, what he'd experienced and felt wit Kazuma's Noctaere- he was taking a deep breath, but it wasn't as if he ad to dig or pull from very deep. Snow was melting around his feet, flames flickering around forearms and hands, lifting one as fingers curled. Eyes narrowed behind his visor. Shadows curling a bit at the edges—
More than a spark ignited the bonfire pile, shaking his hand with a low hiss, but despite holding on to it after he wasn't removing the glove.]
Of-fucking-course. At least it actually worked for something. [Running on anger alone for a lot of things? Packed a punch, apparently. Christ.]
Roasting On An Open Fire
[The smell of cooking meat on the fire, spit-roasted even, had eventually drawn back his dragon companion- but of course she was curled up near the heat in a dried patch where snow was no longer there. Sleeping and soaking in the heat.]
Yeah yeah, enjoy how easy you can fall asleep as long as you can. Show off.
[Tending to what had once been a boar, the skin of it crisping up wonderfully, and a sort of tray he'd managed having potatoes and greens in a pan cooking under it, sizzling in what was essentially pork fat underneath. Be taken off soon enough, but the boar itself had a bit longer to cook.
That scent was drifting through the air, the warmth as well being carried by the passing breeze.]
Hot Choc-o-lat
[He'd broken out the kettle for this, some milk flavored by one of the cows he'd made friends with at a nearby farm, and- well, the candy shops at least had some normal damn chocolate that could be used for this. Some little nostalgic treat, stirring it in the pot, having used the kettle to cheat just a little with the milk and getting it warmed up. Raspberry flavored milk better than no milk to help it get to a nice and balanced drinking creaminess.
Did pour a bit in to his mug for tasting, humming softly to himself; tactical visor still on, even if the face guard was rested on his thigh. That white beard and mustache not catching any of the hot chocolate.]
Huh, not bad. Not bad at all.
(OOC: closed threads may also get tossed in here I do what I want. PM, catch me in the game Discord, or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Leicon for something like that, otherwise enjoy the offered prompts.)
Which: Open Log for December
Where: Edge of town/Residential district and slightly in the forest
What: With snow on the ground, an old soldier had found ways to occupy himself while still keeping his end of a compromise. Can't fault him for building a bonfire, cooking up meat from hunts, and making hot chocolate.
Some of it spiked.
Does have a few odd 'guests' encountered from a 'drink' run, but it is what it is.
Note: Enjoy the sweater
Warnings: Will add as necessary. if any come up.
Build It Up
[There was no real need to cut trees down with how well he knew the forest by now, not delving too deep in to the Wildlands, to instead gather fallen limbs and downed trees. All of them good enough to burn, no other real use to them. Had picked a clearing that he had further cleaned up, digging a bit of a large pit and lining a ring of stones in and around it.
Was good work, halving logs and limbs, building up a pile where he'd cleared away snow to try and keep it from getting too wet. Gave him something to do, kept him from getting antsy with the amount of quiet there was despite the bit of nonsense going on.
Couldn't really help it, wasn't made for sitting still.]
Just need a few more.
Light It Up
[Eventually? There was a carefully built stack of wood, enough that it could be fed by the rest of the wood he had collected to keep it going for some hours. Good.]
Of course the dragon is off hunting when I could use her for something. [It was a half-hearted grumble, 76 looking over the wood pile for burning, glancing over gloved hands briefly. Sure, he had ice, shadow, and electricity but- well. A strike could possibly catch it, but could also catch a few other things. Straight up fire?
There was a chill in the air of course. Considering how the rest of it worked, what he'd experienced and felt wit Kazuma's Noctaere- he was taking a deep breath, but it wasn't as if he ad to dig or pull from very deep. Snow was melting around his feet, flames flickering around forearms and hands, lifting one as fingers curled. Eyes narrowed behind his visor. Shadows curling a bit at the edges—
More than a spark ignited the bonfire pile, shaking his hand with a low hiss, but despite holding on to it after he wasn't removing the glove.]
Of-fucking-course. At least it actually worked for something. [Running on anger alone for a lot of things? Packed a punch, apparently. Christ.]
Roasting On An Open Fire
[The smell of cooking meat on the fire, spit-roasted even, had eventually drawn back his dragon companion- but of course she was curled up near the heat in a dried patch where snow was no longer there. Sleeping and soaking in the heat.]
Yeah yeah, enjoy how easy you can fall asleep as long as you can. Show off.
[Tending to what had once been a boar, the skin of it crisping up wonderfully, and a sort of tray he'd managed having potatoes and greens in a pan cooking under it, sizzling in what was essentially pork fat underneath. Be taken off soon enough, but the boar itself had a bit longer to cook.
That scent was drifting through the air, the warmth as well being carried by the passing breeze.]
Hot Choc-o-lat
[He'd broken out the kettle for this, some milk flavored by one of the cows he'd made friends with at a nearby farm, and- well, the candy shops at least had some normal damn chocolate that could be used for this. Some little nostalgic treat, stirring it in the pot, having used the kettle to cheat just a little with the milk and getting it warmed up. Raspberry flavored milk better than no milk to help it get to a nice and balanced drinking creaminess.
Did pour a bit in to his mug for tasting, humming softly to himself; tactical visor still on, even if the face guard was rested on his thigh. That white beard and mustache not catching any of the hot chocolate.]
Huh, not bad. Not bad at all.
(OOC: closed threads may also get tossed in here I do what I want. PM, catch me in the game Discord, or
it do /o/
[Chances were good she might, but even with the smallest of chances, keeping in touch would be more of a definite.
Nodding as he still kept sat back on the log-]
Just make sure there're good supports to keep some bit of air flow, nd whatever you use can support weight and not let any melted snow through the later freeze. Meant to use the warmth of the ground and keep it that way. [- and he couldn't help that one. Old farm boy.] Think you'll be able to manage, though.
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[She appreciates any and all tips that she can get. If Aerith were here with her, she thinks she would be proud of how much she's learning, but it's just that—Tifa is still learning, and it hadn't even occurred to her to think about the weight of the snow. Some durable, thick wood will be needed, it sounds like.
Tifa sets her empty jar aside.]
Thank you for the hot chocolate, though. And the fire. I'm all warmed up and ready to go.
[She gives the tiny dragon around his neck a smile and a wave as well.]
Guess I'll be seeing you around soon!
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Could say anytime, now that I know I can make it and get some good chocolate from it.
[More and ore things becoming available in town, even if he couldn't help but be a little wary. Better that he could cook for himself- and soon provide non-fae made food for other people as well that might also hold similar wariness.
His head tipped, faint smile just visible, with a small wave of his own, the little dragon trilling with a sway.]
See you then, and have a good rest of the day.