08-06-2017, 06:51 PM
The blood speckling his chest was obvious, but luckily his shorts already appeared blood spattered by design. His minimalist clothing had apparently more than quick-dry to add to its list of functionality. The speckle of blood was nothing compared to the small stream trickling down his back, from where he had carried the large boar.
Takezo was still a bit winded, the boar had been quite meaty. That translated to quite heavy and awkward to haul, especially as it started stiffening on his shoulders. The battle had been won, and the war was over. They had plenty of food for the night, and it consisted of more than a few collected nuts and berries.
"I have to admit, not even an hour on this island and I almost consider finding my own. Boar is a bit rare where I am from; they are the first to be hunted." He spoke even as he readied his catch. Apparently it would be he who cooked it too. Not that he minded, the swordsman worked almost autonomously. He dragged the boar back off of the table, to preserve the well made counter from the grizzly task that that was underway.
He dropped the beast onto a grassy patch and used the tip of his sword to cut deep into its gut. The sickening crunch of ribs followed the wet slurping. The swordsman tossed the intestines out into the woods nearby, hopefully to attract a snack for later; baiting future prey.
"Why don't we just spitroast it over a fire?" Dust inquires, enjoying the idea of that meaty monster rotating slowly over an open flame.
"Too slow, we would be waiting till dawn for it to cook clean." He may be archiac, but he knew the problems with eating raw pork. "Besides, this is easy enough. Gildarts, would you use that magic of yours and create us a pit? Dust, firewood, if you please." He spoke confidently, as if he had done this many times before. The ronin's gaze turned to the almost lifeless doll. It was ignorant and lost. Takezo thought he should at least try to include it, but he did not know how. Could it follow orders, or just mimic them?
Meanwhile, Gildarts picks a nice little clearing. "This looks good right here." He pretty much knew what the Ronin was thinking. He had done something similar now and then while he was away from civilization. The only difference is he had magic, the swordsman had to dig it by hand. "Watch your heads," he warned. With a single, devastating punch to solid earth, the ground broke apart. The resounding crunch was almost like thunder as cubed bits fly up and away from the new formed crater.
Almost two foot deep, with Gildarts at the center, and a diameter of four foot. It was perfect for a massive bonfire if that was the plan. "How's this?" The crash mage dusted his hands off, his gaze flicking about to assess the damage he had created.
The swordsman had bolted to bat away a larger rock, but other than a pebble bumping against the doll's shoulder, it actually went surprisingly well. "Perfect." It took only a glance to notice the devastation caused by Gildart's punch. He made a note never to take one of those to the face, the Rage Mage's blast did not seem nearly as destructive.
Dust returned dragging a downed tree behind him. It was dead, obviously felled during a storm or some other natural cause. "All in one, twigs, dead leaves, and logs!" The find was great, considering it just needed a bit of trimming to work for the best. The log would not even need splitting, thanks to its slender trunk.
"Dust.... No one has an axe..." It would seem Takezo was not privy on the upside of summoning using Omnilium.
Meanwhile, he was using that sword to decapitate the boar. The head was thrown into the forest line as well. He hacked off shanks and ribs, yielding four meaty monsters of meat. Simple, elegant, and soon to be delicious. He then cut lines into the meat, to help it cook deeper, faster.
"How... new are you?" Gildarts questioned, as he steps out of his hole. Dust was already working on the ax to cut up the tree, but Gil saw an opportunity. With another little love tap, the tree is broken down into chunks.
Dust is left there cradling a woodsman's ax at the end of it. A little heart broken. "Aww."
The ronin smirked. "You're destruction is an art form. With a little more practice on controlling the shrapnel, you could make a one man quarry." That was a compliment, considering in his time quarry owners were quite wealthy. "Or learn to control what you destroy to create works of art by flicking blocks of stone. That would be fascinating magic to see." Almost absentmindedly, he added a statement that seemed more a thought spoken aloud. "There is a certain beauty in destruction."
Takezo was still a bit winded, the boar had been quite meaty. That translated to quite heavy and awkward to haul, especially as it started stiffening on his shoulders. The battle had been won, and the war was over. They had plenty of food for the night, and it consisted of more than a few collected nuts and berries.
"I have to admit, not even an hour on this island and I almost consider finding my own. Boar is a bit rare where I am from; they are the first to be hunted." He spoke even as he readied his catch. Apparently it would be he who cooked it too. Not that he minded, the swordsman worked almost autonomously. He dragged the boar back off of the table, to preserve the well made counter from the grizzly task that that was underway.
He dropped the beast onto a grassy patch and used the tip of his sword to cut deep into its gut. The sickening crunch of ribs followed the wet slurping. The swordsman tossed the intestines out into the woods nearby, hopefully to attract a snack for later; baiting future prey.
"Why don't we just spitroast it over a fire?" Dust inquires, enjoying the idea of that meaty monster rotating slowly over an open flame.
"Too slow, we would be waiting till dawn for it to cook clean." He may be archiac, but he knew the problems with eating raw pork. "Besides, this is easy enough. Gildarts, would you use that magic of yours and create us a pit? Dust, firewood, if you please." He spoke confidently, as if he had done this many times before. The ronin's gaze turned to the almost lifeless doll. It was ignorant and lost. Takezo thought he should at least try to include it, but he did not know how. Could it follow orders, or just mimic them?
Meanwhile, Gildarts picks a nice little clearing. "This looks good right here." He pretty much knew what the Ronin was thinking. He had done something similar now and then while he was away from civilization. The only difference is he had magic, the swordsman had to dig it by hand. "Watch your heads," he warned. With a single, devastating punch to solid earth, the ground broke apart. The resounding crunch was almost like thunder as cubed bits fly up and away from the new formed crater.
Almost two foot deep, with Gildarts at the center, and a diameter of four foot. It was perfect for a massive bonfire if that was the plan. "How's this?" The crash mage dusted his hands off, his gaze flicking about to assess the damage he had created.
The swordsman had bolted to bat away a larger rock, but other than a pebble bumping against the doll's shoulder, it actually went surprisingly well. "Perfect." It took only a glance to notice the devastation caused by Gildart's punch. He made a note never to take one of those to the face, the Rage Mage's blast did not seem nearly as destructive.
Dust returned dragging a downed tree behind him. It was dead, obviously felled during a storm or some other natural cause. "All in one, twigs, dead leaves, and logs!" The find was great, considering it just needed a bit of trimming to work for the best. The log would not even need splitting, thanks to its slender trunk.
"Dust.... No one has an axe..." It would seem Takezo was not privy on the upside of summoning using Omnilium.
Meanwhile, he was using that sword to decapitate the boar. The head was thrown into the forest line as well. He hacked off shanks and ribs, yielding four meaty monsters of meat. Simple, elegant, and soon to be delicious. He then cut lines into the meat, to help it cook deeper, faster.
"How... new are you?" Gildarts questioned, as he steps out of his hole. Dust was already working on the ax to cut up the tree, but Gil saw an opportunity. With another little love tap, the tree is broken down into chunks.
Dust is left there cradling a woodsman's ax at the end of it. A little heart broken. "Aww."
The ronin smirked. "You're destruction is an art form. With a little more practice on controlling the shrapnel, you could make a one man quarry." That was a compliment, considering in his time quarry owners were quite wealthy. "Or learn to control what you destroy to create works of art by flicking blocks of stone. That would be fascinating magic to see." Almost absentmindedly, he added a statement that seemed more a thought spoken aloud. "There is a certain beauty in destruction."