Mingle: For a limited time only...

[hearsthesea]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere on the hub
When: Days 134-139
Open/Closed: Open mingle goooo!

[Copper, lizards, and vines - oh my! With the recent installation of 9S and co.'s scanning equipment and the also recent, significantly wetter rainstorms there's quite a lot to check out on the island right now. Plus, the monitor robot still needs a name. You're not going to leave them nameless forever, are you?

Too bad Genette's put out word that everyone's about to be moving location soon. That means these are the last days the coven has for a little while to get everything in order, whether it's to take things to the next destination or to leave them behind. Get your bags packed and your huts cleaned, everyone!]

Comments

a.

[reckoner]

[ After the spectacle of Ray's aborted lesson on the first day, Gaelio has kept at the back of his mind the need for a supply of material for use as fishing lines. As word spread of the vines, as his mind adapts to the task of devising creative uses and short-cuts to functional tools, the thought strikes.

It strikes and he follows, stepping with care, forewarned of their nature. As he readies both dagger and hand-axe, the commotion gives him pause. That, then, he pursues.

Which, yeah.

On finding the source, it's quite a sight. Gaelio stands, blades at the ready, surveying the man and the spear too far from him to be of any use. Debating, Gaelio starts toward the spear.

Mouth twitching. ]

You look like you're having fun. I might join you.

[ A little exercise, wrestling with the plantlife. ]

[cuchulainn]

[ damn. and here he was hoping he'd manage to drag himself out of this predicament before someone found him but then, he hadn't exactly been quiet, had he? what a fool.

though... what the stranger said had him stopping his movements all-together. ]

Hey, are you an idiot?

[ it was casually spoken despite the mass of plants that were still wiggling around him. ugh. cue a jerk of his arm out of a particularly eager vine. well, at least this guy wasn't archer. no, maybe it being a stranger was a blessing. ]

There's no way this is any fun.

quickly sneaks between classes

[reckoner]

[ Once, that might have offended. Now, the quiver to his lips steadies into a proper curve, the slant of a smirk. ]

I could be.

[ With easy indifference to the status of his idiocy.

The spear, though large in its own right, has the disadvantage of lacking both mobility and a mouth to draw notice. With how thickly the vines snake and writhe around it, much longer and it would be difficult to see, and harder still to cut free. Thus, the priority.

Though the guy's condition should be evidence enough, the vines prove more formidable than expected. His reflexes are good -- honed for mobile suit battle, but steadily trained here for more proximate survival -- but he still must near-continuously hack with dagger or axe at tendrils whipping for wrists and arms. ]

But, it is losing its appeal.

[ A grunt in the last, dagger in belt as he yanks at the spear. ]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[cuchulainn]

[ lancer wasn't incapable of dealing with multiple threats at once- well, assuming that's what that man was. no, he wasn't, but in his attention he dealt with him as such. after all, despite the hilarity of the situation he was stuck in, it was still a vulnerable state.

but who was he kidding? the vines were more of a danger to him than anything else right now. being strangled by them wasn't appealing in the least. so, he continued to move- almost constantly tugging his arms or legs in an attempt to get free. or at least, to keep from being overwhelmed.

just think, not too long ago he could have simply gone incorporeal and never gotten in this mess. wouldn't that be convenient? ]

If that's the case you should get going, unless you want to get stuck as well.

[ ...ah. or not. should lancer be grateful or not that this guy was attempting to get his spear out of the vines? he wasn't sure yet. ]

If you've got a dagger- [ which lancer can see that he does. ] -you'd best use it. Not taking these seriously is what got me into this.

(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

[reckoner]

[ Plenty of movement, plenty of fight in him. If he could spare a moment to look away from vine management, Gaelio would have taken it to appreciate the spectacle. But the vines keep their enthusiasm, so he keeps his focus.

Well, until the advice. Gaelio pauses, raising his eyebrows toward the man and mess. ]

I'd intended on a third option, unless you're insisting. You'll see to yourself, will you?

[ The third: help get this guy free, of course. He hadn't stopped by to steal the spear and mosey along.

The quip costs him. Though he manages to wrench the spear free, another vine has made headway from wrist to elbow, and Gaelio must fumble, passing spear and hand-axe between hands, before he can hack at it. ]

I've got -- [ CHOP. ] -- more than that.

[ See: hand axe.

Stumbling back then, Gaelio gets far enough to not be in immediate reach. The axe joins the dagger in his belt as he feels the heft of the spear, debating. Little practiced with this with sort of weapon with these hands, and Kimaris Vidar wielded a lance.

But it has reach. Either he could cut at the fines from farther, or risk having it snatched away. ]

_(:3」∠)_

[cuchulainn]

That I can do.

[ limited as he was by his lack of servant granted skills- and even some of those that he had in life -if there was something lancer retained, it was his ability to fight. simple determination; it was that. what kind of laughing stock would he be if he let some plants harm him more than he already had? well, it wasn't as if he was infallible in the first place. but still.

it wasn't a particularly exciting struggle, though. at least on his part. he watched with curiosity- again, despite the crawling vines -as a hand-axe appeared, chopping with admirable strength through the encroaching plants. and now he had lancer's spear, which lancer was eyeing with obvious need. it wasn't anywhere near a comparison to the gae bolg, but it was still something he could use if returned to him.

ah, this was becoming tedious. if he could just get his arms free, and his hands on the spear, he would be out in short order. the close-quarters nature of his position was no hindrance for him. ]

Are you planning on handing that over or not?

[ come on man. ]

[reckoner]

[ While Gaelio would not normally underestimate anyone on this island, circumstances being what they were, the objective facts remain hard to overlook. This guy might be formidable, but currently, he's more than half swallowed by vines.

If he's to see to himself, he'll need assistance first.

Thus, once at a distance safe enough for it, a skeptical look up from the spear he weighs. That look only intensifies, complete with shifting brow, when asked such a question. ]

Wouldn't you need a free hand?

[ Or lose it again. Gaelio had been debating whether or not to use the spear to loose the guy, but decides now against it. Not in that he'll walk off, stealing the spear. Instead, that he'll allow him to put truth to his claims. Curiosity whetted.

More familiar now with the hand-axe, he keeps the spear in his left-hand, angled against shoulder, while taking up the smaller weapon. Watching feet and dangling growth, Gaelio darts closer, swinging in hard, swift blows, severing the vines clutching at wrists and arms.

Then, he passes over the spear, and edges back. ]

Go on.

[ Give us a show. ]