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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 15:40:18 GMT -6
((ooc: Posting template. Gotta get me one of those.))
Iruman took a deep breath of the fresh morning breeze that cut through the monolithic canyon into Desert province, one hand tight around a fastening rope and the other above his brow to block the sun. Across his back, a bundle of rope and boards shuffled with his steps, and a small container rattled against his belt with the occasional winds. It was a beautiful day even here in the heat, and Iruman bore a resigned smile as he soldiered forth, already in sight of the grand rope bridge that connected the two great lands that he'd called home. It was indeed weakened, as the notice he'd read had explained, and the great blue streak of Zora's River hundreds of feet below was no reassurance to the danger.
Needless to say, however, the smile never faded from his face. 'Alright. I'll need to start somewhere.'
His materials fell to the rock below with a dull thud, and already Iruman was testing the strength of what remained of the bridge. By the sound of the request, it needed replacing, but the job at hand was to replace missing planks and mend parts of the support lines that were beginning to fray so that it might last a few more years. Iruman was prepared to bring it back to life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 14:35:00 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. Amala didn't have much to do at home, in truth. She checked up on the guards fairly often, trained with recruits and sparred with old friends to stay in shape, lent a hand in investigations and general mundane stuff; she generally tried to make herself useful around the Fortress, since she didn't technically have an actual job anymore, given the general lack of warfare. Sitting idle made her antsy and she hated feeling like dead weight, so when she noticed the poster asking for workers to repair the old rope bridge she volunteered immediately. Supplies were ready and waiting, as promised, and though she was told the other person assisting in this endeavor already picked up enough supplies, she got ahold of some saddlebags for Garrus, which the wyvern bore with much displeasure, and loaded them up with planks and ropes and a hammer and nails. Their flight to the bridge was a little stilted and slow, since Garrus wasn't used to the odd distribution of weight on his sides, but they made it to their destination in a timely fashion regardless.
Wyvern and Gerudo made a much calmer descent than they usually did; Amala waited until Garrus was solidly on the ground to dismount, for one, and Garrus landed almost delicately, taking care to mind his cargo. She glanced around to look for the other person helping to repair the bridge, and landed on a young-looking man - Hylian, of all things. That was surprising. Amala waved a hand in greeting, then got to unpacking the (probably unnecessary, given what the Hylian man had with him) supplies from Garrus's packs. He stretched his wings and grumbled as he was relieved of the weight, but didn't take off - he just settled down and rested his head on his claws. Amala stacked her supplies neatly, patted her wyvern on the nose, and made her way over to the man.
"Hi," she said, sticking a hand out to shake. "I'm Amala, and you look weirdly familiar." She could've sworn she'd seen him around the Fortress one or twice, but the chances of that were slim to none. Maybe she'd slept with him and had forgotten him almost entirely in her drunken stupor. That was way more probable. | 
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flying mounts make repairing rickety bridges much safer
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 18:35:36 GMT -6
Tagged: @amala Notes:Impromptu template GO
Also lots of talking o.o
It took a moment or two for Iruman to pick up on the presence soaring by above him, but he bristled with raw instinct as the shadow first tore through his peripheral. Wyvern. He was in another world for those few seconds, his perception exploding outward to identify the closest and most strategic cover, until it settled upon him its unbalanced mass and the slow pace of its descent. The sun made it difficult to see, but he tried his best to follow it with his eyes until it touched down not far from where he'd settled.
That was...
"Hi,"
He'd blinked, but hardly hesitated to take the woman's hand. "Hey," He remembered the strength in her hands.
Oh...
He almost blushed, but kept it together. Yeah, he would have looked familiar to her: they'd met, in a manner of speaking. He gave a coy smile; "Iruman's the name. I don't blame you for not remembering; we were both a bit festive that night." Finalizing their undoubtedly strong handshake, he turned to gather from his materials, but didn't leave his visitor in empty air.
"I didn't know you were the champion of the Gerudo people back then." He gathered up a long, thick rope from among his things as he spoke, and turned to give her a once-over as he finished. "Makes sense, though. He huffed with a hint of amusement, already tying a lead about the bottom of one of the bridge's great anchor posts. "I think if I did, I'd have made a point to give you my thanks. I was out there in the desert back in those days, while you were fighting off the Exalt. There we go~" Cinching the thick rope tightly, he took a ginger step onto the rickety bridge, giving the old acquaintance of his the time to speak.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 18:06:55 GMT -6
my soul was filled with crystal light. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, pumping a fist. Garrus huffed at her. "I never forget a face." Names were a different matter, but hey, as long as she remembered something, right? "Nice to see you again."
She just stood back and watched as Iruman secured himself to the bridge. He mentioned the Exalt's march and she only barely suppressed a cringe, turning instead to pick up her hammer and nails, slinging the former through her belt and clutching the latter tightly in one hand as she gather up a couple of planks of wood. She shrugged off his thanks. "I became the champion a good seven years after that hot mess ended. 'S not like I did a whole lot in the war." With hardly a care she stepped onto the bridge behind Iruman, not minding the slight sway at all. The plank beneath her feet was solid, at least. It was a long drop to the river - plenty of time for Garrus to catch her if she fell. The wyvern was still laying down, but he kept a close eye on the duo from his comfortable sun-baked position. "I was just lucky. Lots of good people died, you know? Better than me, anyway. You wanna thank someone, thank them."
Amala was quiet for half a moment, considering the people she'd lost, then let out a deep, melodramatic sigh to clear the tension building up in her chest. "Too heavy. So, you lived in the desert? Weird, for a Hylian. What's up with that?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 20:13:10 GMT -6
Tagged: @amala Notes:All Serious and Whatnot
The steady creaking of old boards and fraying bindings carried up through Iruman's bones as he pulled his weight, and that of the rope he carried, out over the river. Falling wasn't really a concern, but he would have to take note which boards needed replacing. Meanwhile, he could hear Ms. Ashaliya's response, as well as her first step onto the bridge.
"If you're coming over, bring some rope. It's for the bridge, not for us." He spoke almost sternly, quite focused on the task at hand as he eyed the bridge below, taking another step, and another before looking back. "-and they're not here to thank: you are. It's as simple as that."
He paused for a moment, presumably to allow the older woman time to tie off a rope, then turned and slunk forth at a methodical pace along the bridge, listening for Amala to be following behind. It wasn't lost on him that he'd been asked about his past, and so he spoke back against the wind. "I was born out here, in Desert Province, since you asked. My mother, too; I'm told she was hidden out here when she was a child, to get away from the royal family. Political stuff, you know." He wavered for a moment as a board sank beneath his feet. "Use the edge here." He interrupted frankly, and supporting his weight on the lines, kicked the rotten board in two.
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