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lifeaftr2019-10-11 01:59 pm
onegreeneye) wrote in lifeaftr2019-10-11 01:59 pm
[OPEN] days don't feel different from the nights
Who: Ginko and anyone
What: Landscape restoration, medical supply collection, and more!
When: about the first half of October
Where: around Enso and islets
Warnings: questionable coping mechanisms
A - Enso
The nice thing about being a troll is that Ginko can get a pretty considerable amount of work done at a time in restoring Enso’s landscape, even when slightly injured. In fact, in the weeks following Ahidalga’s defeat, that’s what he spends most of his time on.
Ginko brings down an axe provided by the Storyteller on a charred, cracked tree trunk, one that was already leaning dangerously over, then plants his hands on the wood, getting ready to push it the rest of the way over.
His ear twitches at the sound of movement nearby, and he glances up just long enough to confirm that it’s a person - whether someone more humanoid, or simply someone he can recognize as not local wildlife - before turning his attention back to the dead trunk. “--Hey. Careful of this one, it’s going down in a moment.”
B - Enso I2
He would hope that anyone else who got burned during Ahidalga’s attack would have healed by now. He almost has, and might have been further along if he had spent more time resting in the last few weeks - but that isn’t an option. He’s got to keep his mind on something.
In this instance, that “something” is harvesting more leaves for treating the burns that people may or may not still be suffering from. He’s managed to get himself up into one of the mangrove trees on this stretch of beach (which wasn’t a great experience with a burn still healing on his hip), and there he harvests leaves from the tree, carefully and methodically. He’d rather not end up hurting it.
Absorbed as he is in his work, he’s not paying much attention to his surroundings - or his tail, which is swishing back and forth below the branch he’s sitting on, potentially at… roughly face height for anyone passing under the tree. From the ground, it might look like there’s some kind of animal up there, honestly.
C - Wildcard
(( OOC: Though Ginko will be spending most of his time on replanting and collecting supplies, he will also occasionally be around to help chase off invasive animals, as well as periodically sleeping in the cottage he shares with Ed and Epsilon on Islet 5, so feel free to run into him anywhere around Enso or on the islet! If you want to plan something out, contact me on this journal, the game discord, or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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What: Landscape restoration, medical supply collection, and more!
When: about the first half of October
Where: around Enso and islets
Warnings: questionable coping mechanisms
A - Enso
The nice thing about being a troll is that Ginko can get a pretty considerable amount of work done at a time in restoring Enso’s landscape, even when slightly injured. In fact, in the weeks following Ahidalga’s defeat, that’s what he spends most of his time on.
Ginko brings down an axe provided by the Storyteller on a charred, cracked tree trunk, one that was already leaning dangerously over, then plants his hands on the wood, getting ready to push it the rest of the way over.
His ear twitches at the sound of movement nearby, and he glances up just long enough to confirm that it’s a person - whether someone more humanoid, or simply someone he can recognize as not local wildlife - before turning his attention back to the dead trunk. “--Hey. Careful of this one, it’s going down in a moment.”
B - Enso I2
He would hope that anyone else who got burned during Ahidalga’s attack would have healed by now. He almost has, and might have been further along if he had spent more time resting in the last few weeks - but that isn’t an option. He’s got to keep his mind on something.
In this instance, that “something” is harvesting more leaves for treating the burns that people may or may not still be suffering from. He’s managed to get himself up into one of the mangrove trees on this stretch of beach (which wasn’t a great experience with a burn still healing on his hip), and there he harvests leaves from the tree, carefully and methodically. He’d rather not end up hurting it.
Absorbed as he is in his work, he’s not paying much attention to his surroundings - or his tail, which is swishing back and forth below the branch he’s sitting on, potentially at… roughly face height for anyone passing under the tree. From the ground, it might look like there’s some kind of animal up there, honestly.
C - Wildcard
(( OOC: Though Ginko will be spending most of his time on replanting and collecting supplies, he will also occasionally be around to help chase off invasive animals, as well as periodically sleeping in the cottage he shares with Ed and Epsilon on Islet 5, so feel free to run into him anywhere around Enso or on the islet! If you want to plan something out, contact me on this journal, the game discord, or at
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Cahypdo was used to such things. Like those trees whose seeds can only be opened by flame. But this is only destruction.
[He sighs, looking down at the fallen tree. Of course he's only one person, and no single person could have protected Enso...but he still can't help feeling responsible.]
At least it shall make for good soil.
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[Speaking of which. Ginko moves around the cracked stump left on the ground, digging in his bag for a few moments for some of the seeds the Storyteller provided.] You want to get some of these planted? I wouldn't turn away help, if you want to.
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[He honestly perks up a little at the chance to be of use.]
I did try to keep the forests here from burning...but I mostly stuck to the residential areas, I suppose.
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We could only put out so many fires. Especially with our numbers split between here and Nastrandir the way they were.
[In the end, they were probably lucky that the whole archipelago didn't end up burnt to a crisp. Not that that makes the forest's destruction much less painful.]
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[He takes the seeds and examines them. Yes, he recognizes these.]
Perhaps it is foolish, but I hoped we had seen the last of Nastrandir's dangers after the sirens ended. I certainly never expected anything like that.
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[He starts nudging at the fallen trunk with one foot, working on breaking it apart to free up more open ground. Like Asgore said, the one bright side here: Good soil to work with.]
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[The last thing Asgore remembers was the Overgrowth, perhaps. But even that was only a plague - for all that it claimed many lives, that must be better than a war.
Asgore watches for a second, and then moves to help break up the log. He's heavy. It goes pretty good when he steps on it.]
Do you know if anyone died in this last attack?
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Not that I've heard - which I'm tempted to take as a good sign. [At this point, he really will take good news where he can get it.] Probably plenty of injuries, but I don't know of any deaths this time.
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[His tone's still heavy - it's a miserable experience regardless - but it could've been worse. With the smashing of the log done, Asgore stoops to take some of the resulting charred fertilizer in one paw.]
I do hope that island vanishes soon.
[It's unusual for him to be quite so openly negative towards anything, but there it is. He turns to spread some of the ash around; no need to keep it all in one small area.]
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[Ginko can't say he's not still sort of curious about what may still lie here, but... not even he can dismiss the idea that it might not be worth it at this point. So far, their findings have skewed so sharply negative, it's hard to be hopeful.
He stoops down to start digging his fingers into the dirt, opening up holes for the new seeds.] If the last few are anything to go by, it shouldn't be long, now.