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[ It's been a few days since the first arrivals trickled in to this iteration of the monastery, and there's been some improvement to the area, at least.
Which is fortunate, really, because the clouds have finally decided to open up and let out a torrential downpour.
The grass out in the courtyard almost immediately becomes saturated with water, squishing beneath people's feet as they step through it. Drainage in the monastery is a real problem in some parts, particularly near the marketplace area. Slowly, as time passes, pools begin to form, though some of the remaining debris serves as a decent buffer between the water and whatever crates merchants may have left behind. It may be a good idea to salvage some of that, though it's not likely to be ruined thanks to said debris. In general, it's likely a rude awakening for any new arrivals.
Of course, some would say that rainy days are the best when it comes to fishing; some would even say they're right, given how the fish seem to be out in droves at the lake. If one didn't mind potentially getting soaked, they could bring in a real haul during this rainstorm. The dining hall is not nearly as well stocked as it had been in its heyday, so this could potentially be beneficial for the community.
For some, it's likely best to stay inside and find shelter from the rain. Thankfully, most of the monastery roofing seems to be intact, save for a few sizeable holes in the cathedral. Still, that doesn't mean there isn't a leak here and there, so watch your step, particularly in the dining hall and the second floor of the dormitories as well. It might not be a bad idea to put a few buckets out to catch all that water . . . ]
[[ MORE HOUSEKEEPING, hey what's up guys:
Which is fortunate, really, because the clouds have finally decided to open up and let out a torrential downpour.
The grass out in the courtyard almost immediately becomes saturated with water, squishing beneath people's feet as they step through it. Drainage in the monastery is a real problem in some parts, particularly near the marketplace area. Slowly, as time passes, pools begin to form, though some of the remaining debris serves as a decent buffer between the water and whatever crates merchants may have left behind. It may be a good idea to salvage some of that, though it's not likely to be ruined thanks to said debris. In general, it's likely a rude awakening for any new arrivals.
Of course, some would say that rainy days are the best when it comes to fishing; some would even say they're right, given how the fish seem to be out in droves at the lake. If one didn't mind potentially getting soaked, they could bring in a real haul during this rainstorm. The dining hall is not nearly as well stocked as it had been in its heyday, so this could potentially be beneficial for the community.
For some, it's likely best to stay inside and find shelter from the rain. Thankfully, most of the monastery roofing seems to be intact, save for a few sizeable holes in the cathedral. Still, that doesn't mean there isn't a leak here and there, so watch your step, particularly in the dining hall and the second floor of the dormitories as well. It might not be a bad idea to put a few buckets out to catch all that water . . . ]
[[ MORE HOUSEKEEPING, hey what's up guys:
- please PM this journal if there are more setting changes you'd like to be noted! i.e. if your character did some sprucing up in the greenhouse, just let me know and I will update the setting page accordingly.
- as noted on the "mod" plurk, I'll try putting up open posts roughly once a week going forward. it'll depend on how things are going, no big. ]]
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[ The worst part about helping delegate ("delegate") tasks and whatnot around the monastery is that it requires a lot of walking around, especially outside. So it goes without saying that Hilda gets caught outside in the initial downpour, letting out a slight yelp as she races for the nearest building — the Reception Hall — all while futilely putting one hand over her head as if it will block out the rain at all. ]
— ohh! Why now?
[ Despite her best effort to get under an awning or indoors as quickly as possible, she still ends up being fairly drenched. Hilda rubs at her arms once she's out of the rain, shivering slightly. ]
It stayed just fine for so long, too . . .
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[ As the rain continues throughout the day, Hilda makes her way over to the dining hall, having somewhat dried out by now. She purses her lips as she glances outside before heading to the back briefly, emerging with some of the towels they'd managed to salvage and store with the other cleaning supplies. It's not much, but at least it's something.
She carries it back over, setting it down at a table close to one of the dining hall entrances and sits down next to it, gesturing at the pile as people trickle in. ]
Don't catch a cold, okay?
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Did you find some towels? Excellent. I will be going back out soon, though, so there is no need. Thank you for the offer.
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[Out of everyone who could show up, it's possibly both the most physically capable and easily manipulated of the bunch.]
You gotta direct a lot more work, don't ya? I should probably be movin' stuff myself, butyour job is way more important, right..?
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[ True to form and his own aesthetic, Hubert slinks out of the shadows to stare out to the rain pouring down. And he does seems relatively pleased by the sight of it.
Breathing in deep, he pauses to glance toward his soaked companion. Holding his hand out to his side, he sparks a flame in his hand to help warm her up. He can't promise that it'll completely dry her wet clothes, but at the very least, she'll be warmer than she was. ]
It seems that we meet again, Hilda.
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ahhh I lost the notif for this, I'm so sorry for the late reply!!
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The rain is penetrating, cold, and persistent, but rain is always the best weather to coax fish into your basket, and Flayn is not one to idle while the fish are biting. Determined to keep herself relatively dry, she goes out to the pond covered in layers of cloaks and fabrics she's managed to find, enough so that she looks like a living mobile laundry pile. It's kind of cute, if not terribly bulky and inconvenient.
Still, she's a woman on a mission, and sits on the pier with a fishing pole, her bait one of the many worms that have begun to emerge from the dirt with the advent of rain.]
Hm, hmmm...hmmm hmm hm hmmmmm...!
[Flayn, if no one brings you inside you're going to end up with a nasty cold...on the other hand, there are three fish in her basket already. Seems like they're biting.]
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[Felix, ever the pot calling the kettle black, folds his arms as he stares at Flayn's... get-up, for the lack of a better word. Still, that's a rather impressive haul she's starting to build...]
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[Fishing is not something Dimitri is particularly good at, but when there are this many, he can't resist trying a little bit of spearfishing. He leaves his armor and his cloak indoors, but opts to leave the clothing he has underneath them on — he hasn't wanted to remove them to wash them, and this is a good opportunity to make sure they get thoroughly rinsed out. He can be found at the water's edge with a sturdy spear from the training grounds. For the most part, he's still and quiet, but when he spots a target he'll move with shocking speed for a man his size. It's not the most efficient method, but he is gathering a decent-sized pile into a nearby bucket. He'll greet anyone that passes by with a small wave and a smile. Either he's unaware of how crazy he looks letting himself get soaked without making even the slightest attempt to cover up, or he just doesn't care.]
Stables
[Once he's satisfied with his catch (which he drops off at the dining hall), Dimitri meanders his way over to the stables to clean out the watering troughs and place them in the rain to take advantage of the weather. If the horses are going to be assisting in clearing out rubble, then they need to be properly cared for! He seems particularly focused on his task, and he won't immediately notice anyone that comes across him.]
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[Eventually, though, even Dimitri starts to feel cold and clammy, so he makes his way back toward the Knight's Hall. His shirt gets hung by the fire, but he's too modest to just strip down entirely, so he'll stand near the hearth to just let his pants dry right on his body. He'll make an attempt to finger comb his hair so that it lays properly as it dries, but it's not particularly effective... Exposing all that scarring on his torso is a little embarrassing, so he'll initially seem a little startled if anyone joins him, but he'll motion for them to come over by the hearth after a moment.]
You must be chilly. Come, sit.
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he should have known that he wouldn't be the only one here, and yet. ]
Tired of spearfishing?
[ yeah, he saw that earlier. felix doesn't wait for a reply and instead moves over towards the hearth. his fingers are icy. ]
I'm surprised they didn't think you were a feral animal and tried to put you down.
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Naturally, that meant avoiding Dimitri whenever he could.
Thankfully, it's an easy enough task, especially when Dimitri's hulking figure is something he can sight from a mile away, and when Dimitri himself is occupied, like that whole spearfishing business he had the questionable pleasure of witnessing.
That prompts him to avoid the lake for the rest of the day.
It's with that resolve in mind that he enters the Knight's Hall later in the day, raring to warm himself by the fireplace there. He's sopping wet from running about, soaked to the bone as he meanders towards the aforementioned--
--Only to find the one person he'd been consciously avoiding this whole time.
Of course, he bolts for it once more, but this time around, Dimitri manages to grab hold of his arm, along with those words.]
Ugh... whatever.
[Damn it, why can't this boar just leave him be?! Well, Felix knows when he's trapped, so he simply sighs and relents, stepping towards the hearth and determinedly avoiding Dimitri's gaze.]
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[She can't breathe. She's been out in the rain so long she's visibly dripping and trembling and she can't breathe because why is he naked?!
...well. Half-naked. Half-naked and glistening in the firelight though, which is demonstrably worse! ...p-probably. Despite her father's wishes on the matter, outside of school and battle Bernadetta's experiences with men are paltry at best.
Which is why she's standing here, frozen and gaping at him like a fool, one of her completed and dry, plush quilts held in front of her like a shield.
After a short, belated scream, she throws it at him.]
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combo breaker DOCKS
The puddles had only just begun to spread into pools when he set out past the gate, to the bounds he'd roped off. So began a series of observations and further experiment: the rain seemed to fall beyond, but if he waited for the rain to fill the mug he'd brought along then threw the accumulated water at the air, it splashed back onto his face.
Yeah, time well spent.
Between the need of his hands for much of that, and the direction of the wind blowing the rain, Claude's fair soaked himself despite the umbrella when he returns through the marketplace. Ascending the front steps, then veering around the outer corner toward the pond, stopping.
Quite a sight, that. Claude watches as Dmitri whips into action, spears a fish, waves. Bemused but waving back, he crosses the docks, looks into the bucket. ]
Nice haul!
[ And it may make little difference to either of them, but Claude raises his arm and with it the umbrella, holding it over Dmitri's sopping head. ]
We are in your debt, Dmitri, for drowning yourself to keep us fed. How long have you been out here?
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No, I believe you need the fire more than I.
1/2
2/2
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So, once he returns to the Knight's Hall, Sothis is tucked away in the corner, a fixture like anything else, and only stirs when she hears footsteps and the rustle of fabric. She lingers nearby, only raising an eyebrow when Dimitri starts to strip, eventually clearing her throat to announce her presence. ]
Will that really be efficient?
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AaaaAAAAaah! No—nonono, stay put! Come on, don't do this to meee...
[Over the past few days, thanks to a friendly nudge from Dimitri of all people, Bernadetta has been working on sewing the tattered remains of various fabrics and furniture stuffings into serviceably cozy quilts. She had finished a few and moved them out of her nice, safe room to breath in the sun, but quickly had to drag them out of the rain, once the downpour started.
Her room hadn't been big enough . to hang them up to dry, however, and so she had . been forced from her trusty old sanctum by pure necessity. As much as she was still hesitant to think too much about the Black Eagles themselves, their old classroom was one of the more spacious and intact rooms left.
So, that leaves her here, with a jury-rigged laundry line sagging under the weight of three wet quilts as she frantically tries to keep the thin rope from falling down from its hastily tied fastenings entirely.
Off behind her on a mostly-intact table are the beginnings of a fourth quilt and the supplies for more, safely and dryly tucked away, if you want to snoop.]
Dining Hall
[Bernadetta is only briefly inside the Dining Hall, as it so happens. Each time, it's to grab one of the empty, abandoned casks littering the kitchens. The tops have all been splintered from weaponry or stained from usage as crude plates, but that's fine. There are still some brushes left fro scrubbing pots, so once the rain has put a few inches of water into each vessel, Bernadetta half-crawls inside and scrubs them clean. Once's that's done (a few times, because they are filthy) she dumps them out, rights them, and leaves them to collect more water and goes to salvage the next one. They'll need it, if the days keep stretching on like this...]
...oh. Oh no. Bernie, you idiot...!
[This is how you find her: drenched to the bone and looking upon one of her first barrels in dawning horror, unable to drag it back inside all on her own now that it's almost full.
And there are easily ten more barrels in various stages of being filled.]
Dining Hall
What in the world . . .
[ Finally, her curiosity gets the better of her, and Hilda stands, heading over to the doorway to peer out after her. ]
Bernadetta? Hey, um. What are you doing?
[ How many barrels are there out here, anyway? Ten, at least? Geez . . . ]
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Still, more than that, it's the scream that catches his attention in the first place, perhaps the most familiar thing he's heard since his arrival.]
It isn't going to.
[Felix says, grabbing hold of the makeshift line opposite Bernadetta in an effort to keep it steady for the moment.]
If you can hold on for a while, I'll redo the knots. Though I think we'll be better off finding sturdier rope to use if you want these to hang for a while.
I'm so sorry...
poor bernie
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[ felix doesn't really mind the weather being the way it is until he makes his way back to the dorms. he spent the morning with some light training, so now it's time to head back, get a change of clothes and.. well, go back to training, probably. there really isn't much to do when hunting is out of the question and you can't even leave the grounds to take long walks away from everyone. garreg mach sucks.
what sucks even more is the sight of a steady stream of water slowly trickling down onto his bed when he pushes open his door. for a moment felix thinks that maybe the damage isn't too bad yet, but then he notices the slowly growing puddle creeping out from underneath his bed and.. yes. his mattress is definitely soaked.
so, he grabs the only thing the weather can't take from him - his pillow - and sets out to find a new place to sleep. or simply just to store his pillow, who knows. ]
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[ in the end, he decides to put off the, uh, unfortunate bedroom situation for now, and instead makes his way to the dining hall. there, he finds himself confronted with buckets upon buckets of fish. he can understand that people want to take advantage of the weather, but this is.. too much. even for him.
which is why he won't bother joining in on the fun - fishing is for old men anyways - and opts to grab a knife to do what he can do best: stab things.
no, actually he's gutting these cold, wet little bastards, but they're the perfect victims to let off some steam. it doesn't take long for him to get completely immersed in the task, and by the time he notices someone approaching him, he has made a bit of headway into the mountain of fish the dining hall has been graced with. felix turns with a frown. ]
What? Do you want to join me?
[ yeah, why don't you? it's not like this crazy guy with blood splatters on his face and a bloody knife is anything to be scared of. ]
Dining Hall
Hilda wrinkles her nose up slightly as she stands over him. There's nothing to fear, not really, but he's still . . . well, a sight. She sighs, placing a hand to her cheek. ]
Well, I was going to ask if you needed a towel, but . . .
[ Maybe not yet. ]
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i laughed way too hard at this
VICTORY!!!
oh hubert u clumsy slut..
HMPH!!!!
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[ oof. it is a bit frustrating to be set back by nature, especially since claude distinctly recalls fixing the roof. ah, the cruelty of time. or whatever this is. he sighs as he pulls up the ladder and a few planks of wood. climbing up, he starts to work on the roof, nailing it tightly against the broken roof. when he accidentally drops his hammer, claude restrains the urge to curse, glancing down at whoever is near. ]
Give me a hand with that?
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[ he's not sure why he found it so captivating. watching rainfall. fodlan was so rich and green for the most part that it still takes his breath away. and yes, he misses the wide open spaces, the heat of the desert sun. but it's not a terrible bargain, having the sound of rain against the stone roofs, pattering their melody.
he raises a hand out, letting it pelt his hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. ]
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Okay, okay. But just this once—!
[ She gives him a small, playful smile at that. ]
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courtyard, coughs
<3
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[Edelgard, having not much to her than her brute strength, has volunteered to walk the monastery and empty all the buckets and barrels. She is swift and with purpose as she patrols the halls making sure that their precious shelter doesn't become worse than it already is.
What's unfortunate, though, is that since her body is small she cannot really see where she's tossing the water outside if the container she's emptying happens to be a wine or a pickling barrel filched from the market rather than just a measly mop bucket.
Sorry, buddy. She won't even know she drenched someone unless they yelp or until she puts the barrel down.]
Dining Hall
[Many people filter in for mealtime. Edelgard watches them filter in as she sits in the back by a broken window. The sound of the rain soothes her. A calming reminder of the decisions she has made upon coming here. Her hands are politely folded in her lap, and... it almost looks as if she's refusing to eat. Which is... a half truth. She's waiting for people to have their fill before taking her share. She wants to eat either alone or only in the company of a small few considering she will be refusing to remove her gloves while she eats. The Emperor doesn't want questions.
So if you happen to lock gazes with her, because she is watching, she'll avert her eyes. It's rude to stare, after all. Though...
She will be staring. A lot. Is that her stomach growling? No, it's thunder!]
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Without asking if he could take it or not, Felix seats himself in the aforementioned space, content to eat his share of fish in silence.
At least until a certain someone's stomach starts growling. Felix looks up from his food, giving Edelgard a rather pointed look.]
What are you waiting for? The food's right there.
[He points his thumb towards the aforementioned, clearly judging Edelgard for her life decisions.]
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big splash - classrooms
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Dining Hall
[The place's stocks certainly have seen better days, and it's with some disappointment that Mercedes notes it's devoid of ingredients she could use, besides some spices and preservatives that she isn't too fond of.
Thankfully, someone has taken the liberty of fixing up the leaks, so Mercedes instead focuses her attention on their sizable stock of gutted fish. As those things will not be cooking on their own, she takes it upon herself to grab some of the more intact pans and seasonings to do it herself.
Thank goodness for Fire spells.
It isn't long before a fragrant aroma starts wafting from the dining hall, and Mercedes starts laying out plates of smoked fish, smiling at any arrival and gesturing towards the prepared meal.]
Please, help yourself.
[As for whether it tastes good or not, that will be like playing a round of Gautier Roulette. Mercedes may have learned some tricks of the trade from Ashe, but applying them is a whole other question, especially when Mercedes decided to be adventurous with some of the spices she used on the fish.
Variety, indeed, is the spice of life.]
Cathedral
[While the dining hall may be a little more patched up, the same cannot be said for the cathedral, which is currently leaking worse than someone's mouth at a confessional. Mercedes shakes her head in dismay, and without anyone in sight, begins the arduous task of setting up buckets around the place.
She can be found meandering about, placing them in strategic places as she sees fit. Still, there's way too much leaks, and help will be very much appreciated should it come.]
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Please, allow me. [His voice is raised to be distinct over the noise but still very much in the nature of a polite introduction to his presence. Without waiting for her permission, he places one of his own beneath a long drizzle and eyes it with no small amount of dissatisfaction. They will have quite the time of it if they intend to keep the cathedral from overflowing.] I had wondered if someone would give thought to the cathedral during this weather. I cannot say I am surprised to see that it was you.
hello!! this was quite a pleasant surprise!
hello hi! 💖
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Still.
Meat.
MEAT..!]
All I've seen around here are the horses and those are special, we can't eat them...
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[ he grins. ]
I'm sure we can rustle something up. The fish are still around.
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[Some bad habits were bound to stick around.
Linhardt was fast asleep in the courtyard when the downpour began. He was lucky enough to have a bit of roofing over himself so that a huge amount of rain didn't suddenly fall on his face as an unpleasant wake up call, but that didn't stop the water from draining over to his napping spot. Pretty soon he was sleeping in a growing puddle of rainwater, and didn't appear to be waking despite the less than pleasant development.
Fixing things up around here was hard work. And he honestly didn't mean to potentially trip anyone looking for temporary shelter from the storm.]
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[When he wasn't busy fishing and also happened to be awake, Linhardt took it upon himself to start trying to bring some semblance of organization to the library. Not only did he want to clean it up a bit, but Dimitri seemed to think there might be some solution to their problem hidden away in the books here.
Hopefully he was right.
Linhardt saw it as his scholarly duty to investigate. He was currently seated on the floor, back against one of the bookshelves, flipping through the pages of a large tome on advanced support spells. Maybe 'Warp' could give him some insight into this place. At least as a starting point.]
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( training grounds )
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out and about
Focused as he was moving forward, he was startled by the sudden appearance of a cloth over his head.
That was nothing compared to how he felt when he heard the other's voice and saw his face.]
Dimitri?
[What happened? He looked more like he had during their time at the academy, rather than the older Dimitri he was beginning to get used to here. Was he under the influence of some spell? Or was this place dragging in doubles from alternate timelines as well?
This called for some serious research. When he had the opportunity, of course.]
...Yes, let's hurry! [He could ask questions once they were out of the rain.]
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SingingFishing in the RainAnd guess who’s out in it?
No umbrella to be found here, but if you see a cloaked figure out on what used to be the wooden pier that extended out over the fishing pond, look no further. Here stands Ashe, looking like an extra from My Neighbor Totoro with a--... is that a palm frond? Something similar to it, at least, in one hand, makeshift fishing rod in the other. Naturally, it’s not incredibly effective, so he’s soaked; but that’s not enough to send him skittering back inside.
After all, those native to Faerghus never were very daunted by the weather -- come rain, sleet, or snow.
Besides, the important part is he’s got a pile of fish at his side in a pail that’s quickly collecting water, leaving the scaly inhabitants therein to flop about hopefully. ]
Or maybe that’s the holder, dripping wet.
Regardless, he’ll look to whosoever elects to receive this bounty with a taut smile, gray hair pasted to his very wet, freckled face. Despite looking like he’d fallen into the pond over the course of fishing in it, Ashe appears absolutely accomplished; maybe even proud of himself. ]
Here we are! [ Again, trying not to sound like his strength is being tested right now, but it was a bit of a hike up all those steps with this cargo in tow... ] This should be enough to get us by for a while.
((ooc: if there’s something specific you’d like, hmu! Silent#1183 at the disco))
dining hall → walks in five days late with fodlan starbucks nbd
She glances over from the table she's sitting at near one of the doorways — though not too close, what with the storm and all — and perks up at the sight of Ashe and his many, many fish in a bucket. ]
Oh, wow! You brought in a real haul, didn't you?
[ She giggles slightly, not moving to help him. But then again, if Ashe is struggling with a bucket like that, what hope could a delicate flower such as herself have? Instead, Hilda gestures to a table nearby, where knives have been helpfully staged for people — people that aren't her, of course — to properly clean the fish. ]
You can set it down over there.
honestly i didn't expect to get ANY replies with how late i posted lmao, but hello hi! c:
i am here for youuuuuuuu
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[ As if this place hadn’t already given Sylvain a fine how do you do upon first introduction, now it’s raining its absolute ass off. The monastery, while clearly having stood the test of time to some extent, seems less than well-prepared for the weather this time around, fixed to flood in certain areas.
The marketplace, for example, has its fair share of blockages that threaten to leave it underwater. And, though the weather is hardly ideal for manual labor, for some odd reason, Sylvain sees fit to take charge of the task of moving those lingering crates. Largely wooden, most are waterlogged, boards bowing and warping under heavy weight when lifted. Makes for some real slow going, when each one needs to be carried up the steps into the entrance hall.
But, on the plus side, at least his armor leaves him largely shielded from the rain? So there’s that. Still, the job would move twice as quickly -- and might be twice as entertaining, even -- with assistance. ]
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[ If there’d ever been a better time to have a semi-permanent slumber party with someone, he can’t think of one. With the rain coming down as hard as it is, even the newest, toughest roof would have quite a job ahead of it -- the one over Sylvain’s dorm room? That didn’t stand a chance.
Still, he’s got to try to be resourceful, here. So, any residents in the rooms below or adjacent might hear a bit of dragging and heavy shifting coming from his quarters as he does some, well, let’s call it interior design. If the roof is going to drip right onto his desk, he’ll just move it out of the way; the same goes for his bed. Regardless, he could probably rightly wake the dead with this kind of racket.
And when a stray droplet takes out the last flame on his candelabra, he’ll finally relent and go looking for help. Door-to-door, if he has to, just to find someone who’ll lend him a flame.
just pretend he’s mimi marquez, it’s fine,pls light his candle?? /end bad Rent reference]