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what fires are for - Deimos - 05-22-2020
Materials and people already gathered (though there was one he’d gladly leave behind), they marched towards the middle of the Sanctuary, the intent behind their purpose fundamentally clear. With the Sparkbird’s presence, LongNight might end before they were all struck down by monsters, given into the tricks and schemes, or having to burn down another shelter. It hadn’t come last year, and the brazen notions of the flames, of the vitriol, of the vehemence behind everything etched, sketched, and stoked ambitions, aspirations, all over again. They’d instigate measures once more, and do it correctly this time.
Once they’d reached the designated cobblestones, the Sword dropped his bag of tools, and drew out the sketches and diagrams he’d worked on with Amalia. [say]“Since the Sparkbird is fire-based, we were intending to assemble something not so flammable.”[/say] A shrug rolled through his shoulders, and he continued on towards the willing participants. [say]“We will make iron bars, with supports at the bottom, and an iron nest to hold the creature.”[/say] He pointed towards the latticeworks of several diagrams off to the side, and then the nest itself. It would have to be broad to encompass the entirety of the beast, laden with offerings being contorted, created by others. Decorations would come later too, a means to enhance their chances of the bird arriving.
[say]“Jigano and I will start creating the iron,”[/say] and he nodded towards the Sage. [say]“Support beams first,”[/say] before the main rod jutted towards the sanction. Inclining his head to Aisha and Sunjata, he extended a pair of shovels to each. [say]“If you could dig some holes here,”[/say] where they could place the beams – and he pointed to the middle contortions, ready to be freed of ice, snow, and dirt, [say]“We can get to work.”[/say]
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[say]
Participants:
1.
2.
3. Sunjata
Let’s get rolling!
Jigano and Deimos to making iron latticework pieces for the bottom, support beams.
Sunjata and Aisha to digging holes for the beams to go in.
No post order![/say]
RE: what fires are for - Sunjata - 05-22-2020
Things were going okay so far, and with it Sunjata could only assume things would go to shit as soon as were humanly possible. For now, however, he does as he said he would. He arrives quietly with the group, continues to say nothing, and simply listens, because he knows he’s not entirely welcome here — but the Sparkbird had been important, that was the whole point of it anyway. He’s never seen it, arrived a year after it had last appeared. But if there was a chance to get it to show this year, he was all for helping where he could.
So he takes the shovel, glad that the wound has healed enough that this shouldn’t affect it too much, at least praying it doesn’t. So he sheds the jacket and furs he’s worn, going to the space indicated and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, giving
Sunjata starts digging!
RE: what fires are for - Jigano - 05-23-2020
He was surprised to see Sunjata join them, and he didn't bother hiding his frown as Safrin's Assassin came trundling along in their wake. The bard slanted a glance at Deimos, but the General's stoicism set the tone for the job ahead and Jigano followed his lead in giving the Torchliner no trouble. Aisha rated a smile, though, and a welcoming nod for his feline friend. "Good to see you again," he murmured warmly before Deimos laid out the first tasks.
He watched Deimos first, to make sure he knew what the General planned before plucking the strings of the magic in his soul, a familiar enough chord by now: crimson and bronze and green; fire, creation, and earth. The harmony he struck was true, a clear chord only he could hear but all could see as the iron took shape in his hands, lengthening and contorting into the dimensions the General commanded for the perch's base. Steady and sturdy, slow and careful, Jigano molded the metal he called into existence to help his companion create a sturdy base no monster of LongNight could easily break.
RE: what fires are for - Aisha - 05-23-2020
Aisha was joined shortly at the construction team by a couple familiar faces, to each she gave a easy going smirk. Once they'd finished getting introduced and prepared the crew was off to work, Deimos leading them to where they would start their work. Aisha gave a humorous huff at his insight about building a non flammable perch, but was otherwise quiet and attentive until it was time to start.
Digging, sounded easy enough, and Aisha was always down for a little brute force. She lifted the shovel she was offered, shifting her grip until it felt just right, the way a swordsman would with her armament. Then with a grin to Sunjata she moves opposite him and begins digging her own hole for the beams, the width and depth necessary kept in mind as she went.
Aisha gets to digging!
RE: what fires are for - Deimos - 05-23-2020
They all got to work – adhering to the task ahead. While not monumental, it was still a vital aspect to LongNight tradition, faith instilled by Naturals, and if they were successful, an end to monsters, fiends, and demons terrorizing the constant night.
Together with the Sage, they managed to lay out portions and pieces of iron, long, broad contortions of latticework. Fire, earth, and creation melded and molded together, and the Sword required fundamental concentration as the formation began to take shape from his gilded, glowing hands, inhaling, exhaling, furrowed brows wielding and welding the shape together, configuring artistic design while still implementing a worthy construction.
Jigano’s adhered much the same, sturdy beams to become the supportive ties to the main frame, shaped and honed by the diagrams and plans before them. Steadiness, careful precision, and adhering to the fundamentals had permitted both of them to contort the first pieces. Deimos nodded, pleased with the outcome, once they laid them out to cool in the snow. [say]“Good. When the holes are ready,”[/say] and his eyes glanced over to Aisha and Sunjata. [say]“we can start putting everything together.”[/say]
If only it could run so smoothly. Aisha’s digging techniques worked admirably, and before long she had hers hollowed out, rounded, perfected devices for their future endeavors.
Sunjata, on the other hand…
Tripped, and nearly fell headlong into his first. Deimos managed not to laugh, but a snort threatened to rumble from his chest. Instead of any of those reactions, because some were downright petty, he maintained his stoic, reticent features, and glanced towards Aisha. [say]“Could you assist him?”[/say]
Then his gaze segmented back to the bard. [say]“We should start on the main beam,”[/say] since it might give Aisha and Sunjata adequate enough time to render the rest of the holes complete, and they could align thing properly; not wanting to place the supportive pieces and portions until they had something directly in the middle to attach and lacquer them to.
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Everyone but Sunjata rolled well! Sunjata trips into a hole.
RE: what fires are for - Sunjata - 05-23-2020
Oh but of course, things go south. They always do when he helps Deimos as it seems. But ever the one to try to keep some semblance of ‘put-togetherness’ he tries to recover as he digs, finds a rock that he steps back on, slipping and propelling him toward said hole. And really, it’s nothing else worrying aside from the stitches in his gut as he moves to try and keep from getting dirt everywhere. Deimos’ words utter into the air, and he hisses against it, shaking his head to Aisha and he pushes himself up and out of the hole he’s been digging. “[say]Don’t.[/say]” Comes the accented reply, before he’s out and planting the shovel briefly, turning away from the rest of them a small amount as he feels something almost wrong within those stitches.
He lifts up the shirt just enough to see the stitching, inspecting the it the best he can, finding them quite irritated and hot with that blunder before he’s lowering his shirt again and grabbing the shovel with a bit more frustration, putting it in and continuing to dig while hopefully being a bit more careful of where he’s digging and his surroundings, trying to keep the slight winces from showing along his face.
Grumpy sunjata almost tore a stitch but he continues to digggg
RE: what fires are for - Jigano - 05-24-2020
Care and teamwork were the key to success, the bard studying the diagrams and Deimos's own construction before beginning his own and following through with patient endeavor, not needing speed in this task so much as perfection - or as close as mortal men could come. His magic was strong and true, practiced by now and applied with a calm, steady will until the finished support lay in the snow next to the General's and he paused to roll his shoulders and neck, loosening muscles held tense with concentration.
He looked up just in time to see Sunjata's stumble, a silver brow arching at the pratfall but saying nothing to make the situation worse. He wasn't sure what the Arbiter was here trying to prove - maintaining Devilish contacts? Trying to appease a guilty conscience? Or something else entirely? - but he was helping, and the bard could grudgingly admire that.
Then Sunjata had to go and ruin it by refusing to let Aisha help after he'd proved himself unable to handle the job himself, thereby slowing everyone else down over his pride. The hard line returned to his mouth and he shook his head, turning back to Deimos with a nod. "Lead the way, and I'll follow with reinforcement," he agreed, reaching for the chord and tugging the musical magic in his soul to add onto and strengthen the bones that Deimos laid down for the main support.
Jigano follows Deimos's lead to strengthen the main support as Deimos crafts it.
RE: what fires are for - Aisha - 05-24-2020
Aisha dug and dug, coat sleeves smeared in reddish brown earth. At last she'd gone deep enough and her section was perfectly hollowed out, she stepped out of her hole with a satisfied expression scrawled across her face. She'd staked her shovel next to the finished product just in time to watch Sunjata tumble down into his ditch. Deimos and Jigano were efficient at holding back their amusement, Aisha however snickered, finding it all too funny not to laugh.
She moved forwards to help him out as Deimos said but he stopped her, not nearly as humored by his slip up as she was. She didn't say anything, so as not to beat a man while he was down, and got back to work beside him with a smirk on her face.
Aisha gets back to digging with Jata!
RE: what fires are for - Deimos - 05-24-2020
Of all the thing that could’ve gone wrong within this threshold, Deimos didn’t expect hole digging to be one of them.
But now it’d happened multiple times (ignoring Sunjata’s ridiculous prideful pouting), the clink of both Aisha’s and Sunjata’s shovels hitting either frozen ventures or rocks underneath. They weren’t going to make any headway if this continued to occur, and for a moment he stilled, eyes peeling back to Jigano’s actions.
While the Sword’s configurations had begun to take shape again, Jigano’s went slightly off-kilter, not quite meeting designated points, the manifestations becoming skinnier, thinner, the filaments wearing. They wouldn’t be capable of holding the nest, much less the massive creature they intended to lure.
So he breathed in a massive inhale, maintaining the stoic prowess, not letting irritation, vexation, or exasperation getting the best of him. He’d been in the same state before, wondering why on earth failure kept clawing down his spine.
[say]“Jigano,”[/say] and his head inclined towards the Sage, then the holes. [say]“Could you see what it is?”[/say] Perhaps the bard would have a solution. That way Deimos could still continue working, filling in the void of the Sage’s prior motions, and hopefully Aisha and Sunjata would have more success.
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[say]Buh, bad rolls.
Please let
RE: what fires are for - Jigano - 05-25-2020
He had never expected his assistance to go so wrong, not with how much practice he'd had with this exact aspect of his magic. Then again, he wouldn't have expected simple hole-digging could go so awry either, trusting Aisha's skills even if his opinion of Sunjata was at an all-time low. As he struggled to strengthen his metal weaving skills, Deimos's frustration was echoed on his own beetled brows and tense jaw until the General redirected him, a break in the failures to perhaps regain a bit of perspective.
Following the big man's gaze, the bard nodded and set down his current project with a sigh, hiking over to the recalcitrant hole with a frown for the prideful Arbiter, whose help so far had been anything but useful. The frown lightened as he looked to Aisha, a flicker of a wry smile sparkling in blue eyes as he glanced over to her completed hole with a pulse of admiration for a job well done before he turned his attention to the stubborn earth that resisted all efforts to dislodge it.
He couldn't do much about the frozen bits, water manipulation not being one of his skills, but the rocks? He reached for them with his magic, attempting to lift them from the pit with the strength of his will and pile them off to the side, out of the way of the diggers.
Jigano attempts to shift the rocks out of the ground in the area of the hole using Mastered Earth Manipulation
RE: what fires are for - Aisha - 05-26-2020
Digging holes was growing incredibly boring, and tiring, and unsatisfying. The further they went the more dead ends they met, bigger rocks blocking their way. Aisha finally growled her distaste, staking her shovel with a frustrated vigor and stepping back. [say]"It ain't fuckin budging,"[/say] she called over from where she aided Sunjata and his ditch, maybe he was a little justified in his mistake after all.
Deimos suggested Jigano use his magic, Aisha was just fine with letting him. She stepped back some more, closer to the bard and shot him a quick weary smile. She hadn't seen him use his magic that much before, and was excited to witness it now.
Aisha steps back to watch and let Jigano move the rocks.
RE: what fires are for - Sunjata - 05-26-2020
In all honesty, Sunjata (
At least until the digging straight up results in nothing. Aisha’s statement is met with a frustrated sigh of agreement, moving back with the shovel and letting his gaze remain on the dirt before them to try and wait for Jigano’s magic to work — and then perhaps continue on.
Sunjata also steps back to wait for it to be cleared!
RE: what fires are for - Deimos - 05-27-2020
Finally, things began to move on.
Jigano’s earthen machinations didn’t quite manifest what they required, but with Aisha’s brute strength and Sunjata’s persistence carving its way through the frozen loam and soil, the holes were finally dug, hollowed, and the Sword breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, the beast finalized contortions of the main beam, maneuvering the metal into precision again, molding, conforming, melding, ensuring the rest of the vessel was the same. He stepped back, glancing at it, surveying, examining, before nodding, certain it would hold. [say]“Good,”[/say] he nodded towards all of them. [say]“Take a break,”[/say] because he knew the cost of strength when hitting through glacial wakes, granting them an opportunity for a breather. Besides, the other groups likely wanted to add to the décor before they roamed into their next task.
During the interim, he permitted his own moment of repose, for enchantments likely wouldn’t be necessary for the next couple of moments. He, and the rest, would only have to pull from their muscles and stability.
Once they had their reprieve, he gathered them together again. [say]“I need one to help me lower the main beam into place,”[/say] and he lifted the top portion off the snow, waiting for another to grab hold of the bottom contortions, so they could gently place it within. [say]“And the other two can grab another beam. We will angle them to the main beam as a way of support.”[/say] Then hopefully he could almost weld them all together, granting roots, fortifications, and footholds.
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[say]We have dug the holes and can move on!
Deimos needs one more to help with the main beam, and the other two can grab one of the support beams!
RE: what fires are for - Jigano - 05-27-2020
It wasn't perfect, but it was done, and that was what mattered in the end. The bard ambled over to
When they were regathered around the General, Jigano had a moment of almost deja vu from the year before, a wry smile crooking his mouth. He nodded recognition of what was desired, taking a quick glance around at the other two. "We're probably best matched," he offered Deimos, moving to take up the other side of the crossbeam. Matched in training as well as strength these days, familiar with each other's abilities, magical and otherwise, he hoped neither would be affected by cold hands or a clumsy step. Besides, it only made sense to leave the support posts to those who'd dug the holes they would fit in.
Jigano takes up the other side of the main beam to help Deimos lift and position it.