we'll save this earth, but into jars

Max Klein · 08-23-2012, 10:44 AM

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(437) Moving this along a bit; we can probably do jumps as to not have to wait for them to do the same thing four times, if you want. :3

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The whole behavior of the elder woman and her mottled friend reminded Max of siblings. It was a thought that did not remain happy. His smile faded and his eyes grew hard and distant. Though only scars of battle showed on his skin, much deeper ones lingered underneath. He thought of his brother, and his sisters, and how they had turned on him without so much as a second thought. As the memory threatened to consume him, the Centurion spoke again and freed him from the chain of memory.

“Oh yeah,” he said blankly, shaking his mind away from such dark places. “Here, I’ll show you what I mean before we lift it.” He turned back to the pile of tools and picked up the rusted by otherwise fully useable hammer. A long nail was in his hand, this one only spotted with rust as opposed to covered in it. They had to go through a lot to find those that would do their job right, and Max was seriously considering finding a blacksmith. Ezekiel had mentioned Freetown before, but Max was ignorant to its location and purpose.

“What you’ll do is hold this where you want to put it in,” he explained, and held the nail between two fingers. “And I’ll show you, before you do, where to do that—but you put this against the wood, kinda at an angle, and then you’ll hit it on the head. Strong hits, not little taps, yeah?” He demonstrated in the air, smacking the head of the nail with the hammer and making a dull ping as he did so.

“Let’s start on that side,” he said, and pointed with his nose. He handed the tools to Vesper and moved to one of the thick lengths of wood. As muscle-bound as he was, he was certainly glad for the other man’s help. “Alright, just grab it under there; that’s right. Ready? Up!”

With a grunt he hoisted, and between himself and the collie managed to move it more or less to its new home on the porch. Being that they had been measured (by a clever use of sinew) the fit was exact. It actually took Max several minutes to shove and twist the thing exactly where he wanted it, knocking bits of rotting wood from above loose in the process. Some fell onto his fur and remained there as, panting, he held the beam in place and used his foot to motion to each spot he had in mind. “There, there, there, and there,” he finished, and waited eagerly to see how Vesper might handle the tool.

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