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[notsellcookies]

It's hard to describe the sound of something being whittled down. There are the long strokes, the short strokes, the forceful slices to take off a particularly difficult lump and the smaller, softer slices use for the finishing touches. The echoing sound of a stake being dropped to the floor with the others, followed by the creak of a chair as a

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[somanyghosts]

"You're lucky I noticed the knife in your hand at the last second," says Plourr with no preamble, sweeping in from a run wherein she may have pushed herself a little harder than strictly necessary.

As is probably evidenced by the heavy breathing, and the rag (what's left of the tunic she'd arrived here wearing) she's wiping her face with.

"You shouldn't sit like that. It's tempting."

[notsellcookies]

"I've got a pile of knives right here. If you really think it's a good idea to try anything funny, be my guest."

He looks up at her after a moment, not stopping his whittling. His eyes take in the rag, her tunic, and her heavy breathing, then turn back to his work.

"What'd you do, go for a swim?"

[somanyghosts]

"You're hilarious." She rolls her eyes, dropping into one of the armchairs in a flurry of arms and legs. The chair makes cranky noises at the sudden assault, but holds.

Normally, there would be braids flying with a sharp movement like that. However, for one of the first times since she arrived in Eden, Plourr isn't wearing them.

"I don't know why you ever joined the military when you could have had a crack career as a comedy entertainer."

That said, she really doesn't know why Marcus joined the military, so a curious look follows hard on the heels of her sarcasm.

[notsellcookies]

He doesn't smirk, or smile, or laugh, but her friendliness in the face of their strange situation is, as always, welcome. He's relaxed, or at least more so than he is around most people, and almost calm. Not quite, but almost.

He does, however, give her an odd look when her joke is followed by a curious look.

"You're not serious are you?"

[grabber_fray]

Mel has her own stakes, made with a considerable amount of care by one of her old trainers, still all kept safe in a pair of bandoleers crossed over her chest.

She also has baby Loo on one hip, who has a wooden toy of her own to assault Mom's shoulder with, but Mom is more absrobed in examining the weapons from a standing position.

"We need the wood for more than weapons," she mentions.

[notsellcookies]

"I didn't take it all," he replies, still whittling away. "But I figure we're gonna need to arm people if they're gonna be wandering around this place as they damn well please. Wood's no good for anything if everyone's dead."

And as far as Marcus is concerned, an unarmed person is a dead person. Personal experience and all that jazz.

[grabber_fray]

"Most people have their own weapons," she points out. The only person who wanders around without them is Claire, and Mel's not too worried about her dying on them.

"You volunteering to train everyone how to use stakes?"

[notsellcookies]

"Do they look complicated?"

He figures anybody who doesn't understand how to use a stake and/or other sharp object is just asking to be offed by natural selection, but it's possible not everybody agrees with that kind of thinking.

[beyond_duty]

"Huh," Kyuzo says as he peers into the building. Maya had wanted to be alone today, he'd known that when he saw her this morning, so he'd taken the chance to do a little exploring.

Kyuzo was wearing full armor, and he eyed Marcus curiously. They'd run into each other briefly on the roof, but the two men had never really talked.

[notsellcookies]

A glance upwards and Marcus catches sight of the other man, who is apparently cut from the same cloth as he is. Large, clearly meaning business, and decked out for war.

As close as he can get to a Gear in this place.

"'Ey," he grunts, still watching the other man. "You lookin' for someone?"

He seemed rather protective of that woman...

[beyond_duty]

"No one in particular," Kyuzo's voice rumbles. "Recon run." And giving Maya some space, but that's not anyone else's business.