10-28-2009, 12:05 AM
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-hopes this is approximately coherent.-
@&#&$Numerous trails cut through Inferni; all he recognised vaguely, though all belonging to faces he did not know. It seemed that Kaena wasn't the only resident hermit: after his last talk with Inferni's queen, he'd found himself drifting off to Halifax. Maserati's plants had taken over the expanse of the fenced in area in the back and a couple pioneers were even settling down in adjacent yards. If they could take such a strong hold within one year, he couldn't help but be tickled at the thought of how the yards would look in those to come. Perhaps he'd do well to knock out some of the fencing to "merge" several of the 1/10th acre properties into a half-acre sized farm. Maybe he'd start trading the shit; Could have the whole damn place up in smoke, he mused with a broad grin as he approached Inferni's border.
@&#&$The harvest would have taken two full day's worth of labour to begin with, but given the activities he partook in all the while, the whole ordeal had lasted about a week. He covered half of the yard at a time, first cutting the budding plants, then curing them in the garage, and then putting them away for storage in an assortment of mason jars that now sat in neat rows on a shelf. He suspected one alone would be enough to last him through the winter--eventually when he'd run through the first three dozen, he'd realised he'd need to start packaging it some other way. After wrapping some in a neat package, he'd set off for home at an easy lope after locking the door to the garage. Holding it in his mouth the entire run, by the time he'd returned home the scent alone was making his head swim.
@&#&$Somehow, even through the stench of weed, the burning scent of alcohol caught his attention and diverted him off from his original course. His journey complete, he found himself returning to his bipedal form on instinct. Kaena was in the distance with her back turned to him--not quite picking up on her mood just yet, he jogged up to her side and swiped at the bottle, a playful grin on his features as he just as quickly, Indiana Jones-style replaced the bottle with the hefty bundle. "Trade ya!" he laughed, skipping away as he took a swig of the bottle, red eyes rolled to the sky above as he gulped down some of the burning liquid. "How'd you know it was my birthday.. almost?" he asked with a sloppy grin, though his features sobered somewhat as he took a closer look at her. Something seemed... amiss. The grin had faded completely as he turned his head to one side in silent question.
-hopes this is approximately coherent.-
@&#&$Numerous trails cut through Inferni; all he recognised vaguely, though all belonging to faces he did not know. It seemed that Kaena wasn't the only resident hermit: after his last talk with Inferni's queen, he'd found himself drifting off to Halifax. Maserati's plants had taken over the expanse of the fenced in area in the back and a couple pioneers were even settling down in adjacent yards. If they could take such a strong hold within one year, he couldn't help but be tickled at the thought of how the yards would look in those to come. Perhaps he'd do well to knock out some of the fencing to "merge" several of the 1/10th acre properties into a half-acre sized farm. Maybe he'd start trading the shit; Could have the whole damn place up in smoke, he mused with a broad grin as he approached Inferni's border.
@&#&$The harvest would have taken two full day's worth of labour to begin with, but given the activities he partook in all the while, the whole ordeal had lasted about a week. He covered half of the yard at a time, first cutting the budding plants, then curing them in the garage, and then putting them away for storage in an assortment of mason jars that now sat in neat rows on a shelf. He suspected one alone would be enough to last him through the winter--eventually when he'd run through the first three dozen, he'd realised he'd need to start packaging it some other way. After wrapping some in a neat package, he'd set off for home at an easy lope after locking the door to the garage. Holding it in his mouth the entire run, by the time he'd returned home the scent alone was making his head swim.
@&#&$Somehow, even through the stench of weed, the burning scent of alcohol caught his attention and diverted him off from his original course. His journey complete, he found himself returning to his bipedal form on instinct. Kaena was in the distance with her back turned to him--not quite picking up on her mood just yet, he jogged up to her side and swiped at the bottle, a playful grin on his features as he just as quickly, Indiana Jones-style replaced the bottle with the hefty bundle. "Trade ya!" he laughed, skipping away as he took a swig of the bottle, red eyes rolled to the sky above as he gulped down some of the burning liquid. "How'd you know it was my birthday.. almost?" he asked with a sloppy grin, though his features sobered somewhat as he took a closer look at her. Something seemed... amiss. The grin had faded completely as he turned his head to one side in silent question.