You're the prototype for me and if heaven wants to take us they can try
Despite the handicap imposed by having only one blade instead of two, Ronin makes up for it beautifully by doubling his hands instead. The extra body catches Nate’s attention, long enough for him to look up and shoot a beaming grin towards Ronin. ”I guess two heads are better than one, huh?” The results can’t be argued with though, a neat little pile of bandages stacking up, and only a single minor snag, the knife catching the edge of Ronin’s hand, barely deep enough to draw blood.
@Harper’s words earn him a grumpy yowl, claws swiping out once more to try and menace his hands. The bracelet distraction changes the cats mood almost instantly, it’s eyes going wide as it follows the beaded string out of the bag — and right into Harpers lap. The bracelets still clasped around his wrist are far more interesting to the great furry beast than the freed one, and now that it’s on him, it seems to have decided this is as good a place to stay as any. But at least the bag is emptied?
Out of all of them,Arialla is most successful in her task, spiders scattering under the assault of her jar, though there are now mashed spider bits coating the bottom of it. The few creepy crawlers who survived have wisely decided to flee, vacating the box and seeking new dark corners to creep in. Though there are still cobwebs, and some smears that are better left alone, the rest of the box can be sorted easily.
As Sunjata makes a funnel, Nate beans over at his fiancé, eye glittering. ”I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” He joked softly, ecstatic that their task had been made easier. At least, it seems like it will go easier. It works for the charcoal, the bottles filled with the first layer easily, but when they start the next one, trouble arises, in the form of a bigger piece of cork blocking the way for the rest of the particulate. It seems the funnel is slightly too small to let anything through. And when Nate tries to clear it, tries to shove it down, shaking the funnel within Sunjata’s grip to coax the pieces through, the whole set up slips, sending the first bottle toppling over, spreading charcoal and cork all around them. At least it’s only one bottle. Though the funnel not working means they’ll need to fill the second layer by hand.
Nate takes the failure as a sign to look around, take stock of where everyone else was before he got back to business. Seeing the others working at least somewhat successfully, he called out the next step, for those ready to proceed. ”The bags that are waxed can be filled, if you guys don’t mind. Try to keep keep bandages between the glass, so nothing smashes against each other.” He looks down at the mess him and Sunjata have made, and lifts his gaze again. ”It would be great if someone could grab a broom too.”
Round 3! We’re getting there!
Ronin successfully finishes off the bandages, though not without a minor injury.
Arialla smashed a bunch of spiders, and can finish sorting the food into her piles, ready to be packed.
Harper coaxes the cat from its bag, though it’s now decided he’s a much better bed for the moment. He can finish off the last few bags with minimal effort.
The bags can start to be assembled now, with the pieces that are ready to go, and Nate has requested someone help sweep up the mess of cork, so he and Sunjata can finish filling the filters.
@Harper’s words earn him a grumpy yowl, claws swiping out once more to try and menace his hands. The bracelet distraction changes the cats mood almost instantly, it’s eyes going wide as it follows the beaded string out of the bag — and right into Harpers lap. The bracelets still clasped around his wrist are far more interesting to the great furry beast than the freed one, and now that it’s on him, it seems to have decided this is as good a place to stay as any. But at least the bag is emptied?
Out of all of them,
As Sunjata makes a funnel, Nate beans over at his fiancé, eye glittering. ”I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” He joked softly, ecstatic that their task had been made easier. At least, it seems like it will go easier. It works for the charcoal, the bottles filled with the first layer easily, but when they start the next one, trouble arises, in the form of a bigger piece of cork blocking the way for the rest of the particulate. It seems the funnel is slightly too small to let anything through. And when Nate tries to clear it, tries to shove it down, shaking the funnel within Sunjata’s grip to coax the pieces through, the whole set up slips, sending the first bottle toppling over, spreading charcoal and cork all around them. At least it’s only one bottle. Though the funnel not working means they’ll need to fill the second layer by hand.
Nate takes the failure as a sign to look around, take stock of where everyone else was before he got back to business. Seeing the others working at least somewhat successfully, he called out the next step, for those ready to proceed. ”The bags that are waxed can be filled, if you guys don’t mind. Try to keep keep bandages between the glass, so nothing smashes against each other.” He looks down at the mess him and Sunjata have made, and lifts his gaze again. ”It would be great if someone could grab a broom too.”
Round 3! We’re getting there!
Ronin successfully finishes off the bandages, though not without a minor injury.
Harper coaxes the cat from its bag, though it’s now decided he’s a much better bed for the moment. He can finish off the last few bags with minimal effort.
The bags can start to be assembled now, with the pieces that are ready to go, and Nate has requested someone help sweep up the mess of cork, so he and Sunjata can finish filling the filters.
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