06-05-2015, 09:44 AM
Harry wasn't sure what to make of Desco saying she was a demon. Demons didn't act like this; like upset little children. Demons were ancient and unchanging and inhuman, and Desco... was a scared little kid. Strange tentacle monster and hovering or not, the wizard couldn't reconcile that with "demon" in any way. "Desco, I... don't think that killing people is the right way to go about this." He could practically feel the frustration from the Winter Knight; the mantle wanted to lay into something. He'd been lucky to escape too much conflict so far. He'd actually spent most of this competition among friends. "We don't know who hurt her, for one thing." And for another, it might just have been Erza, Samus, and Mickey. If they got attacked they wouldn't have had a choice.
Honestly, there was very little to do. Harry looked at the BFG and sighed. This thing was no good for hunting. You'd be able to see it fire from across the island, and anything it hit would be completely annihilated. The wizard had an idea for that, though. It was practical, since from the looks of the BFG technology didn't hate him when he was collared like this. Its practicality wasn't the only reason he was suggesting it, though. "Desco, does that lightsaber split in half?"
"Yes, it does. Desco gave part of it to Luffy, before he found his own weapon. Why?"
"I'm going to go try and find some meat, and I was wondering if I could borrow it, since it's the closest thing we have to a knife." Desco considered that before unhooking the lightsaber, splitting it into two, and tossing one of the halves to the wizard.
"That's a good idea, minion."
Part of Harry realized that if he could take Desco seriously he'd probably be very frustrated, as he trekked through the underbrush as quietly as he could. I am holding a freaking lightsaber what's even going on anymore? He wasn't too proud to admit that he'd accidentally turned it on at one point during the hike and had simply stood around pantomiming scenes from the movie for a good ten minutes. What Star Wars fan wouldn't, if they had a real lightsaber? But now, he was back to hunting for a deer or something he could cook over a fire. It had been over an hour, and only just now did he spot one. He crept closer, until he was sure he'd be able to pull this off.
One of the two spells he'd been able to manage without the collar interfering.
"Infriga." Harry whispered, and the cloud of mist appeared around the deer, solidifying around it and trapping it. Harry ran from his hiding place and, just as the magical ice was starting to fade, ignited the lightsaber and sliced off the stag's head. I guess the red blade fits, after all. Still, we need to eat. He shouldered the headless deer and went back to camp.
It was a fairly long trek, especially with a deer on his back, but Harry made it. Desco was still curled up in her tentacle ball, but Harry left the lightsaber hilt by her for when she woke up. He took the deer near the river and searched for two suitable rocks, hitting one against the other to break off a sharp flake before taking that and tracking down an ivy of the non-poison kind and some bark, using the ivy to lash the sharp stone fragment to the bark to make some sort of crude knife. Armed with an admittedly-flimsy tool, Harry gathered wood for the fire, set a fire, and started cleaning his kill while said fire burned down.
Desco awoke later to the smell of cooking venison. It wasn't going to be amazing, but it was still pretty good meat. The pair of them split a vegetarian chili MRE to augment the meal, making their small amount of provisions go just a little farther. That was when Karl's announcement split the air. "We need to move." Harry stated flatly, as he ate the last bits of his chili and venison and unceremoniously threw the wooden spits that still had venison on them into his and Desco's duffel bags. He scooped river mud over the coals to make sure a forest fire wasn't about to start, then consulted the map and compass before striking off away from the new danger zones.
When they'd found another site near the river that should be out of immediate peril, Harry decided on his next item of action. He stood, shouldering the BFG and his duffel bag. "I'm going for that package. It could be anything. It might be something for those burns. You need to stay here." Something about Harry seemed different to Desco; he was colder. More determined. He didn't wait for a reply before setting off, following what his map said should be a safe route to the diner.
Winter was coming.
Honestly, there was very little to do. Harry looked at the BFG and sighed. This thing was no good for hunting. You'd be able to see it fire from across the island, and anything it hit would be completely annihilated. The wizard had an idea for that, though. It was practical, since from the looks of the BFG technology didn't hate him when he was collared like this. Its practicality wasn't the only reason he was suggesting it, though. "Desco, does that lightsaber split in half?"
"Yes, it does. Desco gave part of it to Luffy, before he found his own weapon. Why?"
"I'm going to go try and find some meat, and I was wondering if I could borrow it, since it's the closest thing we have to a knife." Desco considered that before unhooking the lightsaber, splitting it into two, and tossing one of the halves to the wizard.
"That's a good idea, minion."
Part of Harry realized that if he could take Desco seriously he'd probably be very frustrated, as he trekked through the underbrush as quietly as he could. I am holding a freaking lightsaber what's even going on anymore? He wasn't too proud to admit that he'd accidentally turned it on at one point during the hike and had simply stood around pantomiming scenes from the movie for a good ten minutes. What Star Wars fan wouldn't, if they had a real lightsaber? But now, he was back to hunting for a deer or something he could cook over a fire. It had been over an hour, and only just now did he spot one. He crept closer, until he was sure he'd be able to pull this off.
One of the two spells he'd been able to manage without the collar interfering.
"Infriga." Harry whispered, and the cloud of mist appeared around the deer, solidifying around it and trapping it. Harry ran from his hiding place and, just as the magical ice was starting to fade, ignited the lightsaber and sliced off the stag's head. I guess the red blade fits, after all. Still, we need to eat. He shouldered the headless deer and went back to camp.
It was a fairly long trek, especially with a deer on his back, but Harry made it. Desco was still curled up in her tentacle ball, but Harry left the lightsaber hilt by her for when she woke up. He took the deer near the river and searched for two suitable rocks, hitting one against the other to break off a sharp flake before taking that and tracking down an ivy of the non-poison kind and some bark, using the ivy to lash the sharp stone fragment to the bark to make some sort of crude knife. Armed with an admittedly-flimsy tool, Harry gathered wood for the fire, set a fire, and started cleaning his kill while said fire burned down.
Desco awoke later to the smell of cooking venison. It wasn't going to be amazing, but it was still pretty good meat. The pair of them split a vegetarian chili MRE to augment the meal, making their small amount of provisions go just a little farther. That was when Karl's announcement split the air. "We need to move." Harry stated flatly, as he ate the last bits of his chili and venison and unceremoniously threw the wooden spits that still had venison on them into his and Desco's duffel bags. He scooped river mud over the coals to make sure a forest fire wasn't about to start, then consulted the map and compass before striking off away from the new danger zones.
When they'd found another site near the river that should be out of immediate peril, Harry decided on his next item of action. He stood, shouldering the BFG and his duffel bag. "I'm going for that package. It could be anything. It might be something for those burns. You need to stay here." Something about Harry seemed different to Desco; he was colder. More determined. He didn't wait for a reply before setting off, following what his map said should be a safe route to the diner.
Winter was coming.
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