Beat Your Plowshares Into Swords and Your Pruning Hooks Into Spears

[tyrants_son]

WHO: Lord Felwinter and yooou
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Never send a warlord to do a gardener's job
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A



I. Pruning

Whatever's happened in their absence, it's an annoying setback. Clearly it's more than a case of overgrown weeds.

Stepping outside of the hangar, the warlord looks almost distastefully out at the transformed landscape. His hand curls into a fist before he forces it to loosen. No, he'd have to go about this more cautiously or he'd wear himself out.

"The Agrii were foolish to have us leave everything behind," he says lowly. Yet he's unsure what good any weapon that he currently possesses would do, but he'd still feel better having something.

Without looking back, he begins to step right into the midst of the overgrowth. He'll rip things apart by his hands if he has to, if it'll help to keep the hangar entrance clear for others. Carving a way back to the city and more importantly, the security tower, will likely take more creativity.


II. Trimming the Hedges

Night falls, and not all is peaceful. He can see the movement below, the strange plantlike creatures that prowl. He's unsure who else has become aware of these things, but then that's what brings him out along the rooftops. It's not something he needs to do, even though Tony's words come back to him like some unbidden mantra, but he wants to. Plants cannot stop metal, nor can they stand against fire and void. He has no great designs to think that he alone can drive away these invasive growths, but if he can whittle them away or keep someone from falling prey to these particularly threatening plantlife, then that is good enough for him.


III. Connect the Blocks, La-la-la-la

"I've seen this before..."

As much as he disliked troubling the Exo Hunter for something more suitable than a sidearm, Felwinter hated feeling indebted to him. Or maybe it was the grin that the other always wore whenever he came to ask about a weapon, an expression that came enviably easy to the Exo's face.

Just as quickly as the look of surprise when Felwinter took up the strange bit of painted stone that the Hunter had there on a table. There might have been some strange sense of pleasure in wiping the smug look off of his face, but his thoughts are mostly elsewhere.

His hand closes tightly around it, and he's out the window without another word even after Cayde's "HEY!", greatcoat fluttering after him as he drifts from the old clocktower and to the ground below.

"Who else has these," Felwinter asks himself, allowing himself another look at the piece before he begins to move onward.

Comments

[tyrants_son]

The question had been an innocuous one, but if Felwinter caught on to the defensive shift of the other, he made no obvious response to it. If Tony had some kind of qualms about being known as the rock whisperer than that was hardly his concern.

"I have no idea. But if it's been mentioned specifically then perhaps it was formerly common knowledge." He straightened from studying the painting. "Do we need to reestablish this communication between us?" Despite the fact that they were talking about speaking with mushrooms, Felwinter was obviously serious as usual.

[in_extremis]

This question appeared to require some thought, Tony's focus wandering up toward the sky as he worked his jaw, then muttered, "I don't know, I thought it had been going pretty good, nobody's pointed any guns and I thought we'd been kind of on the same page, except for the flying thing, I guess, we could talk about that..." Both of his arms dropped bonelessly, all of their animation melting out of them as Tony trailed off, and slowly brought his gaze back down to Felwinter.

Clearing his throat, he concluded, "We can try. Can't hurt. Looks like they'll know what's up with these plants."

[tyrants_son]

That, he could agree on. Felwinter nodded as he cast a look around. "With little other obvious options, I think it's worth looking into."

Which meant finding the little things. "The greenhouse, you said..?" he murmured, looking back towards the center of the city. Maybe they could retrace their path if the thing hadn't been overgrown already.

[in_extremis]

Pressing his lips together, Tony gave a sharp nod, then glanced up the slope of rustling leaves toward where they had left their hibernating friend. They had already done the work to get through the density, so it shouldn't have been a huge issue that the rock beast seemed to have rolled onto its side, all of its legs kicking slowly in a way that made Tony frown with concern. This was a new behaviour.

"Come on, before we find out why he's doing that," Tony suggested, starting for the snarl to climb his way out of the memorial, stamping on the young vines that twisted disconcertingly at the edge of the ashy patch that Felwinter had made.

[tyrants_son]

"...." Tony's comment forestalled Felwinter's inquiry as to whether that was normal behavior. "Did he tip over..?" he wondered, even as he took a step away from the memorial and then turned to watch Tony pick his way through the plants.

He'd give him minute or two before grabbing him to make his ascent back to the top of the depression's edge.

[in_extremis]

Tony was not going to get used to this manhandling, yelping in surprise and giving an ineffectual flail of protest once already in the air, only slightly less dignified than struggling his way through some weeds. He still tried his best to recover some of that dignity when he was back on solid ground, pointedly lifting his chin and smoothing his clothes and ignoring that he was capable of making any sound that could be described as a yelp. The performance didn't last long, squared shoulder quickly dropping in confusion as he could now watch the big rock up close, raising a lip at the weird wiggling it was doing in a thoroughly pulped bed of purple flowers.

"I think, uh, he's good, there, for now, we'll leave it parked," Tony suggested, raising his hands against the display and backing away, into the aromatic tunnel they had plowed through to get here. Maybe the mushrooms could also tell them how to properly care for the rocks.

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter simply thought that he was saving both their time by taking this shortcut, and he didn't look sorry in the least, even as he waited for Tony to regain his composure. Casting a look over his shoulder towards the creature, he tilted his head, unsure what to make of the thing, save that it didn't look necessarily in any sort of trouble.

Shrugging, he turned and started towards the makeshift path after Tony. Strange, moving rocks and searching for mushrooms. This was certainly a strange day.