Nature Exploration

[fuckingnature]

Who: The Daring
When: Day 11, Morning to afternoon
Where: Past the safe apartments (You are now entering giant hallway territory)
What:

[ Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to maulings you go. ]

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[negativegate]

I-I can't just deal with it later!

[Stupid fruit! They'd better get it over with so she can fix this thing.

Rita glares at the bird, and steps forward, waving a hand.]

What do you want, bird? Get out of here!

[blackshadow]

[ What is it, a cat? Tyr's a little suspicious, but it's just a bird. He swings his staff to shoo it away. ]

We'll deal with it once we're out of here, but let's at least get something out of this first.

[fuckingnature]

[ The bird puffs up a little bigger than abruptly opens its mouth; the sound it emits is an absolutely ear-splitting screech that causes temporary deafness for 5ish minutes. ]

[ En... enjoy that while your puffy bird dashes off. ]

[negativegate]

[nmjkansd Rita would have a smart reply to that if she weren't wincing and covering her ears (too late).

And then she shouts something!]

What the hell--I-

[She can't hear herself...]

[blackshadow]

[ Nope, all Tyr can hear is the ringing in his ears. He reaches his hand up to feel if there's anything off, but it's not like he could do anything about it if there was. He sort of wishes he actually swung at that bird's head now.

Too late for that though. Even though he can't hear himself talk, he still turns to Rita and tells her- ]

This is exactly why we should hurry up. Come on.

[ That said, he goes forward to take all the fruit from that tree. ]

[fuckingnature]

[ The fruit on the tree, for some reason, grows mainly on the inner branches of the tree- when you reach to pick them, you'll find that the leaves of the tree, which densely cover it, are covered with thorns on one side. Pulling your hand out of that tree is not going to be fun. ]

[negativegate]

[She glowers at Tyr with a furious expression, crossing her arms. What's he even saying?!

As he goes to the tree, all she does is mouth 'idiot'.]

[blackshadow]

[ It sure isn't, but he doesn't notice at first because of his gloves and sweater which are suitably thick. It's once he tries to grab the fruit and pull it out that he feels the thorns digging into the fabric of his shirt and, to a lesser extent, his gloves.

If Rita could hear him right now, she'd hear him gasping. As it is, all he's doing is stalling at the tree to figure out the best way not to rip up his hand and forearm. ]

[fuckingnature]

[ The only way would be to let go of the fruit. ]

[negativegate]

[She has no idea what the problem is; she's agitated and deaf and defenseless, though, so she quickly gets fed up and comes forward to roughly jab him in the shoulder and wave a hand as if to say hurry up.]

[blackshadow]

[ ...That's so mean. He looks back at her with a glare, but he can't even wave her off with his staff in his other hand. He guess the fruit isn't as important and getting cut up, and he lets go off it and pulls his hand out carefully. He can feel it caught on his clothes, but screw it. Pulling out! ]

[fuckingnature]

[ There's some minor tearing on your clothes, but your hands only got scratches! ]

[ All that fruit is still in there though. Mocking you. ]

[negativegate]

[Frowning here, but she sees what happens, and silently sighs. If only she could burn the stupid things!

And most of the things in her toolkit are small, and she doesn't wear any armour...

Oh. Rita takes off the goggles from around her neck, jabs Tyr in the shoulder again to get his attention, and wraps the strap around her hand so that the lenses cover most of her hand.]

[blackshadow]

[ Tyr was going to dig through her bag for some pliers or something, but if she's willing to let her goggles get scratched up, he won't even try getting that message to her. Especially since her favourite form of non-verbal communication seems to be jabbing him roughly. Scooting to the side to let her through, he inspects the damage. It's definitely not bad, but...

He pulls of his left glove anyway and unrolls the cuff. Now he'll jab at her arm with it. ]

[negativegate]

[All the jabbing. Rita pauses from reaching towards the branches to glare at him, asking 'What'?]

[blackshadow]

[ He doesn't need words to know what that look means. He lays it over his hand and mouths, Put it on.

Under the goggles, preferably. He just doesn't want to see her wrists and fingers get cut up. ]

[negativegate]

[After regarding him a moment, she stops glaring and takes the glove with a nod. Her own fingerless ones won't offer much protection, anyway, so she slips his on, then readjusts the goggles overtop.]

[blackshadow]

[ And then he just sits back and lets her try her luck with the tree. ]

[negativegate]

[Goggles on, she slips her protected hand carefully through the branches towards a somewhat close fruit.]