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crescentview2022-12-10 01:58 am
for8000amonth) wrote in crescentview2022-12-10 01:58 am
| you put a fever inside me
▶ WHO: Adelis and you!
▶ WHAT: December open/Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until January
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: TBA
≫ The Hands-on Approach
[ he was hoping he'd be able to put off dealing with it for longer, but life is never kind, as he's come to learn the hard way. he's put a decent effort into the fields thus far, but as the days went on, it became harder to stand outside for long periods of time...especially under the blasted sun, which still made his eyes throb in pain. even it's warmth can't chase off the ice cold beneath his skin, which drains the color from adelis' features and leaving him pale as a ghost.
finally, he can't take it anymore. his pride be damned, he can't stand being nearly utterly useless. so he shoves that stupid card in his pocket, laces up his heels and attempts to make himself look presentable, and locks the door behind him on the way out.
maybe you're a neighbour, who's farm happens to be not too far. maybe you're passing by on errands, to and from town. or maybe you run into him in town itself, gaze latching onto the first tolerable(?) person to pass his vision. ]
...Pardon me.
[ he looks, well...not good. he's abnormally pale, circles dark under his eyes. while adelis holds himself up high, back straight and gaze sharp, there's an exhaustion clinging to his limbs that's easy to note. ]
I require your...assistance with something, if you've a moment to spare.
[ he's trying really hard to make it look like this isn't paining him to ask. ]
≫ Overdue
[ while not the sort you'd think to frequent the library, should you enter one day, you'll happen to see him with a rather tidy stack right next to him. the titles vary, all from various genres and tip sections, but judging by the scowl on his face, he's not having a particularly swell time.
there's an exasperated noise as he drops the one he was currently holding beside him, closed, with a soft thunk. ]
Useless. [ he isn't shouting it, but he isn't particularly keeping quiet, either, as he grumbles to himself. ] This would be far easier if I could parse half the bloody words they were using. 'Simple' my arse.
[ maybe he needs a dictionary. ]
≫ Wildcard
> want something in particular? want to fill out some bingo? shoot me a pm or dm and i'll write something asap.
▶ WHAT: December open/Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until January
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: TBA
≫ The Hands-on Approach
[ he was hoping he'd be able to put off dealing with it for longer, but life is never kind, as he's come to learn the hard way. he's put a decent effort into the fields thus far, but as the days went on, it became harder to stand outside for long periods of time...especially under the blasted sun, which still made his eyes throb in pain. even it's warmth can't chase off the ice cold beneath his skin, which drains the color from adelis' features and leaving him pale as a ghost.
finally, he can't take it anymore. his pride be damned, he can't stand being nearly utterly useless. so he shoves that stupid card in his pocket, laces up his heels and attempts to make himself look presentable, and locks the door behind him on the way out.
maybe you're a neighbour, who's farm happens to be not too far. maybe you're passing by on errands, to and from town. or maybe you run into him in town itself, gaze latching onto the first tolerable(?) person to pass his vision. ]
...Pardon me.
[ he looks, well...not good. he's abnormally pale, circles dark under his eyes. while adelis holds himself up high, back straight and gaze sharp, there's an exhaustion clinging to his limbs that's easy to note. ]
I require your...assistance with something, if you've a moment to spare.
[ he's trying really hard to make it look like this isn't paining him to ask. ]
≫ Overdue
[ while not the sort you'd think to frequent the library, should you enter one day, you'll happen to see him with a rather tidy stack right next to him. the titles vary, all from various genres and tip sections, but judging by the scowl on his face, he's not having a particularly swell time.
there's an exasperated noise as he drops the one he was currently holding beside him, closed, with a soft thunk. ]
Useless. [ he isn't shouting it, but he isn't particularly keeping quiet, either, as he grumbles to himself. ] This would be far easier if I could parse half the bloody words they were using. 'Simple' my arse.
[ maybe he needs a dictionary. ]
≫ Wildcard
> want something in particular? want to fill out some bingo? shoot me a pm or dm and i'll write something asap.
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He nods, eagerly leading Adeliss a short way down towards the farm he shares with Syrlya. The tree in question probably comes into view soon enough - not necessarily taller in scope, but broader, with its branches much higher off the ground.]
Right. Up we go.
[He gets a running start, and the fact that the man is at least athletic becomes quickly apparent. He's not nearly as fast as he's used to, with what the goddess has done, but he still gets a good enough jump - one foot off the ground, the other off the trunk, grasping his hands firmly on the thick spiraling of an outstretched bough and letting the strength of his upper arms work from there to hoist himself up.
What a pain, to not be able to just jump up fully... but it could be worse, he supposes.
Catching his breath, he straddles the bough underneath him, lowering his arm.]
Come on. Let's get you up here.
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Indeed, it's bigger...somewhat. The boughs are far higher up, and that in itself poses a better challenge to somebody with long enough arms. Not that it intimidates him any- he's climbed far higher, even while younger.
He is, however, not expecting Otegine to do a fucking running start, yeeting himself straight into the tree and hauling himself up by the sheer force of his arms alone. It would be impressive, and perhaps it is a little, if Adelis was anybody else. He is himself, however, and the look on his face flattens out somewhat as Otegine perches high up...and promptly offers a hand.
Rude.
Just for that, Adelis walks up, yes, but he certainly doesn't take the offer of help. Instead he reaches up, and with a surprising speed for somebody wearing a pair of 3 inch heels, promptly scales the trunk with utter minimal difficulty. Climbing higher than Otegine's resting form, he then takes a seat on the thickest part of the branch, peering down with no shift in expression. ]
Did you say something.
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[If Adelis is expecting annoyance, he's not getting it. Otegine is openly, almost boyishly impressed.]
Adelis, you did that so fast! That was awesome!
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Well. Otegine's a simple man, he supposes. ]
I'd have been out of a job bloody ages ago if I couldn't climb a simple tree.
[ At the very least, he's comfortable where he is.... ]
1/2
[sugoi...
He gives a breathless little smile up to Adelis, cocking his head to the side as he adjusts his weight.] See, and I wouldn't gotten to see that if we chose something smaller, ri--
2/2
Otegine gets little more than an exclamation out before the entire bottom bough, already a little too worn to support him for long, snaps cleanly from the tree.
Down he goes with a yelp.]
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Sitting pretty where he is, Adelis can faintly hear the tree groaning in protest as Otegine moves, but he thinks little of it if only for a brief moment until there's an audible cracking of wood, and his whole body tenses in reflex-
Right before he's forced to witness Sir Otegine, One of the Three Great Spears of Japan, promptly eat shit and hit the ground with all the grace of a fish dropped on land.
....Hm.
There's a moment where Adelis just stares, in disbelief, at the large man-shaped pile laying near the trunk, before he finally deigns to open his mouth. ]
...Perhaps something smaller would have been more merciful on your pride.