Comments | solluna_city: Thermodynamics (complete)

materiamaiden in solluna_city

Thermodynamics (complete)

Sep 08, 2008 18:05

Character(s): Sierra, Connie, Silence
Content: Preparations for cooking, cooking, and scientific observation
Setting: Outside the Hospital
Warnings: self-mutilation

( After seeing Nei'ess and Tyr off, Sierra sent out a silent wish for their journey home to be uneventful. )

silence, hospital, sierra shinra, constance o'shea, booker crane, complete

Comments 19

silenceinred September 12 2008, 06:58:51 UTC

One "animal" in particular did smell blood, but then again, Silence couldn't very well help it.

He'd caught, skinned, and dressed a pair of adult Gimazelle in his absence, having located a very good hunting ground about a mile away.

He had then taken their own lower intestine and fashioned ropes with which to haul them, carrying one over each shoulder like oversized bags, bounding from building to building on all fours.

He returned to the Hospital to find one of the new people, one of the females, standing outside. He smelled blood, new blood, strange blood, but ignored it. It seemed everything in Solluna bled, and he had come to accept that.

He landed about fifteen yards from the woman and crouched, elbows on knees, just...watching, head tilting to one side.

He was curious as to where the others were, but he could wait to find out. Perhaps something interesting was going on...

materiamaiden September 13 2008, 01:55:02 UTC

"OH!" Sierra exclaimed, with laughable delicacy and surprise, whirling to face him as he landed. The gun in her hand was not delicate or laughable, though, as she leveled it at him. But she lowered it when she realized it was him. "Oh, I'm sorry. You startled me," she explained with a smile, lowering the gun and putting it away. She still wasn't sure what to make of him, or whatever gender the monster-person was, but he had been friendly with Toyota at least, and seemed to understand what the woman said to him. He'd brought back food in abundance.

For her own part, she had made a sort of fire pit and put in what wood she could find. This she gestured to as she added. "Everyone else is inside, but I figured we would need to cook whatever you caught," she explained, feeling a bit awkward under his quiet scrutiny. But, given that he was called 'silence' she guessed that, like Vanadevi, he could not speak. "If you want to bring those over here, we can start them. It looks like you've cleaned them already."

lassonthelamb September 13 2008, 02:48:13 UTC

Leaving Miss Toyota with the others had satisfied the need to keep the children watched, and seeing as most were down for the count it would be a fairly low maintenance task. All the better, as it seemed the lady was not suited to high stress. Connie was quite happy in any circumstance, as the adventure so far had provided endless possibilities for entertainment, something new and whimsical and fantastic ( ... )

silenceinred September 14 2008, 02:27:17 UTC

Silence's blank features remained so. He was still only catching snatches of meaning here and there, but the tone of voice seemed to indicate that the newcomer was happy to see him.

He moved to the fire pit, using his claws to quickly and neatly remove the "ropes" of tissue holding his catch, and then to quarter the animals for ease of cooking.

Silence dropped the meat and backed away, moving on all fours much like an ape. He came to settle on his haunches once more, crouching and observing. He knew the other creatures he had found himself aiding preferred their meat cooked.

materiamaiden September 14 2008, 02:51:34 UTC

Sierra watched the way Silence moved and worked with barefaced and attentive delight. But then realized that she was staring rudely, and averted her gaze to smile at Connie with a touch of chagrin.

"How goes everything inside?" she asked her ever-cheerful companion in low conversational tones. "The injured girl is resting?"

As Silence stepped back, looking to her to do the cooking, she stepped forward again, gesturing to the gathered wood in the rough stone circle. It burst into merry flames with a small flash of green from her wrist. "Thank you very much, Silence," she smiled at him, her gratitude as plain on her face as her earlier joy.

Then her eyes turned to Connie again, affection and a touch of knowing mischief. "We'll cook some rare and some closer to well done, you think? Just so everyone finds a cut they like?" She laughed then. "What I wouldn't give for some real bread, or potatoes. . ."