it's just your light that gets dimmer

aw - drakehund pnpc thread

POSTED: Thu Aug 30, 2018 5:16 pm

You will see me sipping on a soul of a new hope

'Please be careful.' Saga urged, though her tone was more exasperated than genuinely concerned. Brom was perch almost two stories about the damp, dark ground of the barn. The fact it wasn't a large structure had played a large part in the reason why it was still standing. Unfortunately, some decay was unavoidable and that's what Brom had been seeking to remedy. In a further twist of misfortune, the cocksure builder figured that the best way to assess the damage was to clamber up high and see for himself. The wolfdog would hear nothing contradictory to what he's already set his mind to and with surprising ease he clambered up high.

'I'm fine!' the blue-eyed boy argued back, just as his grip on a slimy piece of wood slipped and he was forced to drop onto a lower beam with a dull thud. There was a loud creak, but the thicker beam didn't give way. I'm fine... Brom said, spotting the derision on Saga's lips before she had the chance to speak. She pulled a face and with a shake of her head left the younger male to his devices and sought the warm air of the barn's doorway. Basking in the sun, she let out a howl, calling someone to come to the Orchards. She wasn't about to be left solely in charge of this manchild...

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Last edited by Saga D'Angelo on Mon Oct 15, 2018 10:37 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Aug 30, 2018 10:09 pm

Kenai had just begun to settle into her new home; a small two story cabin fit enough for at least four individuals with four rooms, an outhouse in the back, a full kitchen which had all it's innards minus the cabinets removed, and adorned with wood carved furniture, an apothecary and medicinal plant cabinet, and a place to craft her bows and arrows. It was quaint and still missing things, but it was all a work in progress. Many of the windows had been broken out so any left over unbroken panes were used to fashion a small greenhouse with whatever wood she could find. The greenhouse was about six feet long and four feet tall which was enough to grow her small herbal plants she couldn't find so often. Any other plants she managed to gather seeds from were also planted behind the small greenhouse and grew rather quickly. She hardly touched those so they were allowed to grow, unless they needed trimming to promote growth. It was one of Kenai's favorite pass times.

Kenai's property was growing to be something wonderful. She already had a place to get crops in, fences were being crafted and built, and she even contemplated building an outdoor shed, but she had little materials left to do that with. Besides. The small stables and fenced round pen and paddock needed fixing. Perhaps she would be lucky one day and get a horse. Who knew. That was going to be the last thing she would repair once she was completely settled. While Kenai worked outside tilling the ground and preparing the rows, a howl emerged on the wind and Kenai stood up quickly. It sounded like it was a call for assistance, so Kenai quickly set her hoe down and went to see what all the fuss was about. Kenai had met a few of the other Luperci here, but this call was not familiar to her. Another face she hadn't met yet? Perhaps. As Kenai raced in the direction of the howl, she passed by other buildings that seemed occupied on the heavily used path. She would arrive a few minutes later.

The sunshine glowed on the barn and lit up a black and white speckled female with long hair flowing behind her. She was more white speckled with her base coat being black, and she looked to be a little lighter weight than Kenai, but she stood up well. Concern was on her face as Kenai approached. "Is everything alright?" she asked as she heard a noise from inside the barn.
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POSTED: Sat Sep 01, 2018 11:31 am

Word Count → 2+ :: ooc

The sounds of ungainly climbing and near misses still filtered out of the barn and into the sunlit meadow that lay before it. Mismatched ears picked up on it, twitching backward in case something catastrophic happened. She was almost disappointed when it didn't, her warnings had largely been empty threats and it didn't sit well with her to be proven wrong.

Underfoot the grass was parched, what had been a deep green, wet with dew, during spring had faded into a yellowish expanse with an almost strawlike texture. Granted, both the modest heard of sheep and the handful of horses the Vale kept seemed happy enough to snack on it even in its current state.

Saga had just been about to return to Brom when an earthen figured approach from the trampled path that led from the village. Another loud thud sounded out from high up in the barn and the sound of falling timber, followed by the cry of 'Still okay! albeit a little less confident this time. The Starkhelm turned to the fellow Wolverthorne with a dubious frown, 'Perhaps we should go find out...' and turned away into the bar. From the gloom of the barn's interior, green eyes flashed back towards the light, urging this newcomer to follow on.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 20, 2018 11:52 pm

Good lord I lost this thread! I'm sorry!

Kenai didn't hesitate when she heard the thump and "Still okay!" come from inside, and Saga's frown. Kenai followed immediately into the barn and stopped in the middle to look around. Where did it come from? She looked around and then finally up to see a figure up in the rafters. "What in bloody hell is he doing?" she asked with heavy concern on her voice. Kenai wasn't sure if she should climb up there herself into the rafters or if she should catch him, though if she tried to catch the figure then most possibly she would be injured. Saga was much lighter than she so there was no way she could catch him either. Perhaps her Secui form might allow for the Luperci to land? Thoughts raced through her head.

Kenai looked at the barn and noticed that it wasn't exactly in the best of shape for being able to climb the rafters in, especially with the way the wood creaked about. Kenai bit her lip. This could be a really bad situation! The wood had molded, rotted, and in places been eaten by the livestock. This was no place for live stock and Luperci to be mucking around in. And with the solid ground most likely the climbing fool would break a limb or two, or worse. There had to be something the Luperci could land in! "If he falls, is there something we could pile up soft enough for him to land in? I doubt any sort of cloth could be used to catch him without ripping."
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POSTED: Mon Oct 15, 2018 1:50 pm

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'Fixing the barn roof.' The D'Angelo woman explained skeptically, 'If he falls, maybe he'll learn his lesson...'

The sight Saga was greeted with drew a sigh that demonstrated just how much her patience was being tested. A large beam, part of one at least, now lay on the barn floor having fallen a considerable height. The Starkhelm raised her eyes towards the rafters and caught the sheepish white face peering down from above. Beside him, a jagged face of wood jutted out from the ersatz walkway, presumably, this was where the beam had split.

'You're supposed to be fixing the roof, not making worse...' she griped sternly. This, however, did not invoke any hint of remorse in the carpenter, who instead of apologizing, gave his superior a toothy grin and swung back and forward playfully on what remained of the beam. "He's going to give himself a disease playing with broken, rotten wood..." Saga thought.

'Gotta break things 't fix 'em sometimes...' Brom taunted, patting the beam, which gave an unsteady grown and momentarily wiped the mirth from his face. It soon came back, however, with the cheery addition of, 'Lot of it's rotten, so I've gotta take it out anyway. This's just an added bonus!'

Saga didn't buy it, and it showed. She gave the wiry teen a dismissive huff and turned back around to address the stranger. She did so in an almost robotic fashion, realising she had no idea who they were. 'Saga D'Angelo. Starkhelm.'
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POSTED: Fri Nov 02, 2018 7:34 pm

Kenai kept watching the man up above in the rafters while trying to find something soft for him to land on. Kenai sighed as she found very little to protect him from a fall. The beam that had originally been above in the rafters was now down below on the ground. If a lot of it was rotten like he said it was, then it was very possible whatever else he was standing on would also fall away. Kenai was concerned for his well being even though she knew little of him or Saga. Kenai didn't want anything to happen to him since he was a part of the pack after all.

When Saga introduced herself, Kenai looked up and stood next to her, extending a hand out for a shake. "Kenai Stone. I'm new here." she said. "I don't believe I'm in a .. house yet. I'm still adjusting to your customs." Kenai's heavy Scottish accent showed more when she was shy at meeting someone new, which she was at this moment. Eventually she would overcome her shyness. Most likely she was more nervous about the individual in the rafters than she was shy about meeting Saga.

Kenai didn't dare want to risk climbing up in the rafters either. "I don't suppose there's anything to prevent a hard fall is there." Kenai said simply as she looked around the barn again. "I doubt I could catch him." Kenai couldn't tell the size of him when she looked in the rafters again but she guessed he might be bigger if he had the strength to climb the rafters like that. "How skilled of a carpenter is he?"
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POSTED: Sat Nov 03, 2018 8:28 am

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Saga paid little interest to Kenai's halfhearted attempt to seek something, anything, sort enough to cushion the impact of two storey fall. Her own opinion was that if he fell, it was his own problem. If he chose to climb up into a structure that he knew wasn't sound and, as a result of that, fell, his own hubris was the central source.

Green eyes lingered on the newcomer for a moment, noticing the accent more now and becoming silently curious. Her own accent was barely noticeable in most circumstances, though hints of the mountain language never quite faded entirely from her vocabulary at any point.

'No.' came Saga's blunt reply. There were no hay bales, of course, they'd been moved into another building in the orchard due to the roof of the barn's leaking holes. But even if there had been the Starkhelm would have refused. Winter was creeping closer and foliage would become scarcer and scarcer until hay was the only nourishment the livestock would be likely to get for some good few months. 'No.' she repeated again, 'He's taller than you and built better.' Catching him was no option for either them, both were far smaller than the domestic hybrid.

'Fairly skilled. He's skilled enough to know better than to climb on rotten rafters, at least.' The Starkhelm said begrudgingly, watching the carpenter like a hawk. He was surprisingly agile, snaking around the upright pillars and creeping along the horizontal ones. Saga was mildly impressed to see he was at least testing the beams before he made them hold his weight. That didn't stop some complaint from the beams, which creaked and groaned all the same. The important thing was that they held. He'd made a circuit of the roof space eventually, finally coming back to a halt just before the spot where the beam had broken off.

'Think this is the only spot where the beams are no good!' Brom called down from above, 'Everything else looks alright!' Saga nodded shallowly, turning back to Kenai and commenting, 'At least there's some good news...'

Ultimately she had been full of fear that the entire roof, or even worse the entire barn itself, would have to be rebuilt. She just about trusted Brom's skills enough to take his word as gospel. At the very least she wasn't willing to climb up there herself and inspect for herself and the proof that no more beams had fallen was enough to satisfy the Starkhelm.

Calling up to him, she sought even more certainty, making sure her assumptions were correct. 'So only that part needs to be refurbished? The rest is fine?' Brom didn't give much verbal confirmation, uttering out a cocksure 'Mhm!', as he made another not so careful circuit around the grid of beams. This time he took a little less care to tread lightly, taking more liberties with the beams. Surprisingly, they held just as they did the first time, even with the added physical emphasis.

Saga turned to Kenai again, shrugging and sighing, 'I guess he'll be escaping a fall now then...' A hint of disappointment painted her words, she absolutely hated Brom being right. Especially when he partook in such potentially dangerous situations. Under her supervision no less.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 11:58 pm

"Skilled enough to know not to climb on rotten rafters, at least." Kenai didn't feel satisfied with this statement, but said nothing. She simply crossed her arms and frowned as the two women watched the man-child up above. Kenai could hear the frustrated tone from Saga and noted that she wanted the man to fall. It was possible that she was hoping he learned something. Kenai continud to watch the man up above climb through the rafters like some creature agile enough to go through the branches of trees. On one hand, she agreed with her frustration since it was a dangerous task, but on the other Kenai also understood of getting up close to investigate the rafters and to hopefully prevent a cave in. When the man began to bounce harder on the beams, Kenai felt much better that they would hold.

"It seems sound. Just need to cut away the moldy parts and replace it with stronger beams." she said. Kenai offered a shrug at Saga's disappointed lilt but secretly, Kenai was grateful that the man wouldn't fall down. She wasn't the type to wish that on anyone even if they deserved it, though there were times she wished that stupid would just learn a lesson the hard way and stop being stupid. "What will you need to fix it?" Kenai shouted upward to the man. While she wasn't skilled with repairing buildings, cutting materials to size or anything of that nature, she was skilled at using her muscle to assist in the building process. Kenai hoped that at the very least a ladder would be provided at some point as a safer way to get up and down from the rafters up above.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 13, 2018 2:34 pm

Saga didn't care that Kenai didn't find her answer satisfying. It was the truth, even despite the frown and crossed arms that the more junior (in rank at least) Wolverthorne displayed. An answer came eventually, with a slightly sulky edge to it that proved Kenai's assumption right. 'He's been building ever since he was able. So, again, he should know better.' She really did want to see him fall, but she doubted he would learn any semblance of a lesson from it. Boys would be boys at the end of the day.

'Well, at least there's some good news...' The dappled Starkhelm said softly, glad that the barn did not sound as if it was going to collapse in around them and leave the Mistwalker'slivestock homeless. 'And how long will it take you to fix it?' She asked, calling up to Brom, offering up another question for him to answer.

'Wood, a saw or two. Nails if we can get them but I can do without...' Then he shrugged, very reassuring, 'As long as it takes. Depends if I have any help...'
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