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[untempered]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 36, morning
Where: outside the Level 3 windows
What: lumberjacking

[So out on that tree that's closest to the outside walkway, there is a branch about seven feet up from the platform. Currently, there is someone standing on it, a vine tied around his waist and connecting back to the treetrunk, and another tied around the branch. There also seems to be a knife sawing through the branch just past where his feet are... by itself. But not for long, thank goodness, because it jumps back to his hand. The branch could snap right off, doing stupid shit like that.

Which it might, considering he's now trying to break the branch in half with his foot.

While he's still on it.]

Comments

[untempered]

I need to determine what kind of quality the timber is first.

[reaches out and snags the vine that's holding the branch suspended, pulling it over.]

[heroictale]

You're serious in your workings as usual.

[untempered]

I'm breaking down branches dozens of feet above any kind of surface. Should I be taking it less seriously?

[heroictale]

Well, I could save you if you fall.

[untempered]

The idea is not to fall in the first place.

[untying the branch]

[heroictale]

All right. All right. [I'mma just sit over here and sunbathe or something]

[untempered]

...

[tosses the branch down onto the platform. right next to your head.]

[heroictale]

[jerks away from it] Did you have to do that?

[untempered]

Ah. Sorry. Look after that for me, would you?

[letting go of his vine and scaling up to the next branch :'D]

[heroictale]

Sometimes I get the feeling you are not fond of me, Noric.

[leans back down like a hobo]

[untempered]

Whatever for?

[heroictale]

Just a thought.

[untempered]

I see.

What did you do to your hands?

[getting onto the next decent sized branch, and testing its strength under his weight.]

[heroictale]

Have you ever met a Pavo called Nessa the builder?

[untempered]

I don't think so. The last time I was in Pavo was well over a decade ago.

[heroictale]

She travels. Lovely girl.

However, she's here... and her body is warm. Burning.

[untempered]

Did she die of an illness? Fever?

[heroictale]

I hardly know of an illness that scalds the hands.

[untempered]

Ah... I didn't realise you meant it literally.

[heroictale]

Quite. She set Aerta on fire.

[untempered]

--is she all right?

[heroictale]

She's fine but I still do not know what is wrong with Nessa.

[untempered]

[the setting on fire thing is more concerning bro]

Ah.

[heroictale]

[my level of concern is pretty weird okay]

This place just gets more interesting by the day.