Fixing a hole

[solperierat]

Who: Edward, Beau, Damen, and Tim
What: Fence repair!
When: September 26
Where: Spring side of Nuidan
Warnings: Foul language, probably

Even if Ed is having to dance to yet another god's tune, at least this one is fairly straightforward about everything. Fix some fences, get some tools. Should be easy work, and even if Ed can't quite manage to just transmute the whole kit and kaboodle back to rights in one shot he figures it won't take terribly long.

At least, that's what he assumes until he finds the first stretch of fencing in need of repair. In all honesty it looks more 'chewed up by a storm' than 'in need of repair', though the wood and chicken wire is still at least salvageable. He stares at the mess with crossed arms and furrowed brows, claws tapping against his arm.

"This doesn't bode too well."

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[postictal]

"Well, if you don't mind carrying wood from Ensō, we've got somewhere to start." Tim digs his hands into his pockets, resisting the urge to light one up. That would kind of be antithetical do doing some grunt work.

"We've got lumber around Denny, back from Ziziphus."

[lesbeau]

Honestly, she has no idea how she got into this mess. But Harv said do shit, and she's completely used to getting in with weird groups to do dumb shit, so here she is freelancing again. Her arms are crossed looking at the fence, trying to call on any skills she has to fix this, which are basically none.

"Do we have to carry it all the way here?" The novelty of a real god existing and just being here has started to wear off when it keeps putting her to work. "The so-called god can't even give us supplies to do the job he asked?"

[dedamastai]

"Chuck can help carry the wood."

There's a horse here, just by the way. She's an interesting blue-gray color, and is currently judging everyone else in this group because Chuck likes nobody and respects a grand total of one person on the islands. That person isn't even Damen, it's Laurent. Unfortunately for everyone, being as he's the less useful one, Damen is the one here and on this particular expedition. He does have fruit, though, so at least Chuck will tolerate anything he might ask her to do.

[solperierat]

Ed's tail flicks as he glances back at the group, and considers the options. "Let's see how much of what's left here I can turn into something usable, first. Then some of us can go back to fetch the wood while the others stay to get started fixing this."

As authoritative as he is saying it, Edward does still look to the others for some form of confirmation.

[postictal]

Transmutation, right. That was pretty instrumental in getting Denny to the place it's at now, but it was kind of a lengthy process. Ed is, after all, pretty limited in how much he can convert in one go. In one day, even.

"How much can you manage?"

[lesbeau]

She just shrugs, stretching her arms above her head. "Alright, alright. What're you gonna do, anyway?" Everyone's talking with a certainty that says he has some sort of magic, but she's new and has no goddamn idea.

"I guess I can hold shit? Or if we need something broken. Like uh, strategically. Or if something looking to kill us comes along."

[solperierat]

Ed's considering Tim's question when Beau speaks up, and he shrugs a bit. "Alchemy. I can transmute materials from one form to another provided they're similar enough, and old wood to fresh planks is an easy one."

"Depending on how many are still half-salvageable, I can fix like ten to fifteen planks before I run out of juice." He frowns a little, grumbling under his breath. "Could've fixed the whole damn line in one shot back home, but fuck me, right?"

[postictal]

"What about transmuting the broken fence materials? Can you make them...I don't know, workable again while the rest of us get some lumber over here?" If he sets about doing that while the rest of them focus on transferring the spare lumber via horse and mana pool, that might be an ideal place to start.

Damen and Beau seem adequately stacked enough to help carry and load, right?

HOLY SHIT WHY DID I LEAVE THIS SO LONG

[solperierat]

"Yeah, I should be able to. ...actually, that's probably the better option, huh." Ed scratches at his neck again (is he growing more fur in? This island's seasons better not be forcing a winder coat in, he's gonna freaking cook!) before turning to address Beau.

"It's alchemy, at least the kind from my world. I can manipulate the physical make-up of materials, so long as they're similar enough. So re-shaping things into a useable condition is pretty easy, but I can only do so much each day before I run out of energy."

ITS OK

[lesbeau]

"Huh." She replies simply, folding her arms. That sounds a lot like transmutation magic, which she's fairly familiar with, having travelled with a wizard specialized in such for the last couple months. "So this place really limits magic? I mean, I don't really do all that biz, but it is harder to like, uh. You know what, I have no idea how to explain this."

The best way she could describe it is 'harder to focus', most likely. Monks didn't have magic as much as they tuned into the world, used that to inform decisions, gather information, and occasionally change fate. But she doesn't really think about it in such a fancy way.

"Anyway, yeah, that sucks. Guess you could get started and we can move stuff over. By the time we get back you'll probably have done some shit at least."

[postictal]

"Yeah." He's not really affected, per se, but he's not about to test the one part of himself that might affect, thanks. But, hey - talking business is significantly easier than trying to explain the rules of a place that don't affect him directly.

"Damen and me can start hauling wood while you two, uh...get to work on that, I guess."