Aerta Ferham of Lacerta (
thevineintervention) wrote in
thusia2012-04-01 07:33 pm
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[Locked to their braaaains]
Who: Aerta, Gilgamesh
When: Day 36, overnight
Where:There they stood, lofty arose the forest, and astonished they gazed at the height of the cedars
What: [As two friends battle a monster, there is an invasive weed creeping into the forest. It winds up the towering trees, silently observing as the defeated beast begs for its life.
Once the head is removed, she finally calls out from the low branch where she's seated.]
Gil . . . gamesh?
When: Day 36, overnight
Where:There they stood, lofty arose the forest, and astonished they gazed at the height of the cedars
What: [As two friends battle a monster, there is an invasive weed creeping into the forest. It winds up the towering trees, silently observing as the defeated beast begs for its life.
Once the head is removed, she finally calls out from the low branch where she's seated.]
Gil . . . gamesh?

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Aerta?
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[she leans against the trunk, and the vines creep up a bit higher. the tree creaks a bit in protest] . . . I won't leave.
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It's curious that you're here.
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Feel free to stay. I do have things to get done.
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[wwwalkin']
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For . . . your glory?
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The one most fitting to build a part of the City of Uruk out of.
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[the vines grow low on ever other tree in the grove save the grandest. she rolls over the feelings: love for his city, love for his pride, pride of his city, love for what is wrought through his friendship with Enkidu]
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[readying an axe in his hand, looking nostalgically at Enkidu -- a happy sort of nostalgia, and not a "missing" kind, like what may have been before.]
Flaunting what we accomplished together.
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[annd taking the axe to it, starting to cut it down with Enkidu]
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[walking along the length of it, chopping off branches as he sees them]
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Hmm~?
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[stripping the bark offff]
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When you covet what you've wrought, it feels nice . . .
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[she's sort of . . . poking at feelings. it's somewhere in their bond. their accomplishments. their defiance and victory.]
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[annd starting to chop the tree up, to make it easier to handle]
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