Please do not kill Opus.
[1: Outside]
The world is blowing white and cold that sneaks through his garments like a burglar in the night, but Resnick remains still, waiting for his prey to come closer. Pressed against the snow bank, he can hear their squawking as they shuffle. He plans to catch one as it comes shuffling down on the side he's dug himself into. Closer...closer...he shivers but remains silent.
Then the distinct sight and smell of a dozen emperor penguins waddling over a snow bank on their way to the sea. He springs out of his hiding place towards the closest, tackling it. His knife is in his hand in a flash, and at the bird's throat, the other hand keeping the beak out of the way.
That's when he notices that it's rather sadly squirming and its companions are shuffling away at a speed that a small child could keep up with. He sighs and gets up to let the creature waddle away. How terribly pathetic.
He's still got his comm on him. Perhaps you saw this from one of the windows.
[2: Kitchen]
Later he'll bring some penguin eggs back, along with an albatross with an arrow still sticking out of it, which he promptly shoves into the oversize freezer after feathering and skinning it, due to not having considered how exactly the fuck you cook a goddamn albatross. The penguin eggs get hard boiled, something even someone as unschooled in cooking as him can't screw up.
He has not read Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
The world is blowing white and cold that sneaks through his garments like a burglar in the night, but Resnick remains still, waiting for his prey to come closer. Pressed against the snow bank, he can hear their squawking as they shuffle. He plans to catch one as it comes shuffling down on the side he's dug himself into. Closer...closer...he shivers but remains silent.
Then the distinct sight and smell of a dozen emperor penguins waddling over a snow bank on their way to the sea. He springs out of his hiding place towards the closest, tackling it. His knife is in his hand in a flash, and at the bird's throat, the other hand keeping the beak out of the way.
That's when he notices that it's rather sadly squirming and its companions are shuffling away at a speed that a small child could keep up with. He sighs and gets up to let the creature waddle away. How terribly pathetic.
He's still got his comm on him. Perhaps you saw this from one of the windows.
[2: Kitchen]
Later he'll bring some penguin eggs back, along with an albatross with an arrow still sticking out of it, which he promptly shoves into the oversize freezer after feathering and skinning it, due to not having considered how exactly the fuck you cook a goddamn albatross. The penguin eggs get hard boiled, something even someone as unschooled in cooking as him can't screw up.
He has not read Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.