Gathering Peascods [closed]

[mountain_tree]

Character(s): Micas, Ana, Simera
Content: Looking for food and other useful things
Setting: The residences around the Library
Warnings: Simera being really cute. Potential killing of things.

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[ivyalchemist]

Ana followed, right arm hanging loosely at her side as the blood continued to soak in to the pink fabric, spreading in spots like blossoms across the top. Hex was going to throw a fit to see her in such a state again, but at least the injuries were far less than the previous time.

Out in the glaring red light again, she glanced at Micas long enough to see the frown, and gathered just what was going through the girl's mind.

A glint, faint at first, caught Ana's eye, and she turned. The grin that spread across her features was positively wicked, and for the first time since their arrival she finally felt like something was giving her an advantage.

"Hang on," she said to Micas, darting to the side where the hub of a rusted, slightly tilted car sat in a driveway not belonging to the house they were just at. It was small, looked vaguely like a compact car from her world, and some flecks along the rusted surface seemed to indicate that it had been blue in color before its untimely stationary demise.

Her arm still stung like crazy, making it hard to flex fingers or move it, but she was still able to tap her fingers to the charm and place both lowly on the vehicle. The reaction crackled and fizzled over its surface, glowing brightly yellow as it warped, twisted, and shrunk.

The light faded slowly, some arcs still lashing over the ground, but in its wake a small, wide metal cart was revealed, the wheels large, rims flat with a multitude of crisscrossing spokes to keep it supported. It had no engine, but a wide, high backed seat had been put in the front, some low walls constructed in a box behind it, perfect for carrying things.

"Well, what do you think? I mean, we'll have to pull it, but there's enough of a small slope here that it shouldn't be too hard," she asked of the other girls, beaming at her creation.

[mountain_tree]

Eyes widening in alarm at first, Micas just gaped as Ana turned the rusted hulk of metal into a cart.

Oh, you brilliant beautiful woman, she exalted, hugging Ana carefully and then lifting the corpses of the gimacats into the cart, still favoring her right arm somewhat. Making sure Ana still had the knife to defend herself with, Micas headed back inside to re-claim the bags from the kitchen.

Maybe there were bandages somewhere in the building. Or soap.

[thejoychild]

Simera poked at the bandage Micas had tied to her leg. The flesh underneath ached, but no long had the sharp, stinging pain it had when the knife was there. She got up after a moment and picked away the few bits of debris that were still embedded in her hip before following the other two girls out of the building.

When Ana made the cart, Simera clapped her hands and squealed delightedly. She liked the lights as well as the way the object had changed shape under Ana's hands. 'Oh that's neat!' she exclaimed. 'How did you do that, Ana?' she asked excitedly as she picked up one of the gimacats to help Micas put them on the cart.

[ivyalchemist]

"That," Ana stated, placing a fist on her hip, other arm still too achy to move properly, "would be alchemy. Me and Hex can both do it. We just use energy and symbols to change one object in to another. Can't make it any bigger, though. It has to be equivalent exchange, same for same."

Her slightly rambling explanation over, she snagged another of the cats, grimacing a little as something made a nasty, sickening squish noise, and hauled it slowly over, only able to grip with one hand.

"I just hope the boys aren't running in to as much trouble as we had..."

[mountain_tree]

Micas looked quite pleased, loading up the bags on top of the dead cats. She'd never used a cart before, but just looking at it, the mechanics of the simple machines had been apparent enough to her.

She looked at the others, pointed back inside, and tilted her head to the side, a questioning look.

[ivyalchemist]

Ana stared at the point, gears grinding until she realized finally that Micas was indicating the house and what may still lay inside it. In the fight, they'd missed a chance to get the actual food stuffs they needed.

Nodding, she snagged the half full bag and the other empty one, shaking off some of the blood that splattered but had yet to dry on the off white fabric.

"Some one should watch the cart. Simera, want to come with me to grab some of those jars before we take off?"

[thejoychild]

'Kay!' Simera hurried eagerly after her and into the pantry. She started climbing up on a lower shelf to reach a the larger jars on the upper ones.

[ivyalchemist]

With Simera tending to the pantry shelves, Ana ducked down and repaired the damage done by her alchemy first in order to access the lower cupboard doors blocked by the wall and spikes.

Dust billowed out in a puff from the first door, resulting in a harsh cough and a layer of it sticking to the still damp blood stains on her. She waved it away and crawled in, getting even more filthy on the way, but came back victorious, several unmarked cans scraping as she shoved them out behind her. They clanked and rolled, but no major damage was sustained. There was no way of know, of course, if anything inside was edible, but it was a matter of getting what could be grabbed, not being picky.

She loaded up her bag until it was near bursting, looking to Simera to see how she was doing.

"How's it going up there?" she called, jokingly cupping a hand around her mouth with a grin, teasing the girl about being up so high.

[thejoychild]

'There's some metal jars, but they're gross,' Simera announced, hooking her arm around a large, glass jar and pulling it to the edge of the shelf. She then held it out for Ana. 'There's orange things and green things in jars too! And there's lots of dust!'

[ivyalchemist]

"Well, so long as nothing's dented or open, it should be alright. We can sort through anything that's nasty inside back at the library," Ana reasoned, standing and brushing her pants off, frowning when it only served to smear the blood around.

"If you're ready, lets get going. We still have to pull the cart."