Dedicate Initiate Lark (
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Different Things To Save
WHO: Lark, Noctis, Link
WHERE: Livestock Nursery, Somewhere in Eastern Temba
WHAT: Lark needs saved from monsters, and later Links tunic needs saved from stains
WHEN: Beginning and end of monster hunts
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Rescued In Time | Closed to Noctis
Earth trembles weren't so strange a thing that they immediately roused Lark from sleep when they were so... limited. She's survived a great earthquake in recent memory, so he wasn't shocked to have slept through whatever was going on now. That she'd managed to slip to the pens where the glownies were kept, where the creatures whickered with distress with something else.
Apparently she'd been lucky enough to make her way over when the Bearger was wandering elsewhere, but now she could see the thing looming in the distance.
"Oh dear," she said, her voice a touch concerned. That was... a bit larger than most things she'd had to defend herself against in the past. What was she to do?
II. What Are You Wearing? | Closed to Link
Truly this had been quite the experience, hadn't it? Monsters terrorizing the city on quite this scale was a new one for her, and Lark was a bit emotionally shaken. But she had been gotten out of the main area of risk and sent off to find her own shelter. Something she was coming out of now that the power was back and people seemed to be reporting success on the network.
"What a dreadful thing that was," she said with a sigh as she straightened herself a bit and stepped out onto the street. She needed to check in on people, be certain they were okay. And make more bandages if needed.
If only she knew where to find them.
WHERE: Livestock Nursery, Somewhere in Eastern Temba
WHAT: Lark needs saved from monsters, and later Links tunic needs saved from stains
WHEN: Beginning and end of monster hunts
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Rescued In Time | Closed to Noctis
Earth trembles weren't so strange a thing that they immediately roused Lark from sleep when they were so... limited. She's survived a great earthquake in recent memory, so he wasn't shocked to have slept through whatever was going on now. That she'd managed to slip to the pens where the glownies were kept, where the creatures whickered with distress with something else.
Apparently she'd been lucky enough to make her way over when the Bearger was wandering elsewhere, but now she could see the thing looming in the distance.
"Oh dear," she said, her voice a touch concerned. That was... a bit larger than most things she'd had to defend herself against in the past. What was she to do?
II. What Are You Wearing? | Closed to Link
Truly this had been quite the experience, hadn't it? Monsters terrorizing the city on quite this scale was a new one for her, and Lark was a bit emotionally shaken. But she had been gotten out of the main area of risk and sent off to find her own shelter. Something she was coming out of now that the power was back and people seemed to be reporting success on the network.
"What a dreadful thing that was," she said with a sigh as she straightened herself a bit and stepped out onto the street. She needed to check in on people, be certain they were okay. And make more bandages if needed.
If only she knew where to find them.
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Sorry, she's lost. And how would you wrap them in meat?
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The name's pretty explanatory, really.
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Yep, that's just not part of his culture.
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"I see your point. I would like to try one sometime."
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She doesn't want to miss it.
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Link always forgets that.
But he nods, all the same.
Then he looks at the door that leads back to the laundry mode. Would his clothes be washed now?
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Which is something that he appears to have no shame about doing, even with Lark right there. Does she mind him rifling through any of the drawers and cupboards? Hope not, because he's doing so.
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When the time comes she rises and goes to find him.
"It is time to move t hings to the dryer," she says with a smile.
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He opens the door, and reaches out to see what the clothes inside are like. Amazingly, they are clean - certainly much cleaner then when he put them in. But they are still very much damp, so this 'dryer' might be in order.
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...What does this machine do?
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"This setting lets you trust the machine. It senses the humidity. When it senses that it's low, it will buzz to tell you that it's all done. And that's it. Once it's done they will be warm, they will smell pleasant, and they will be ready to use or fold.
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"How long?" he asks. Will he need to keep exploring the ship for a while longer?
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This time, however, he doesn't go back to exploring the ship. Mainly because he's already done that, to the point where there really isn't anything left to explore.
So instead Link just finds a clear space in the middle of the ship's common area, and starts moving through a series of well-practiced forms with his sword.
He'll do this until it's time to go back to the dryer.
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"Come, let us see how they have gone."
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Once there, he opens up the machine and looks inside. Sure enough, the clothes are completely dry - something that Link takes a moment to marvel at, as he holds the garments.
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"So, pleased?"
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"Thank you."
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"You're welcome. Though if you have something of wool, it is better to dry it on a line so it does not shrink."
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Now, though, he’s spent more than enough time in one place. And his clothes are done. So he starts to change into them.
He doesn’t bother to hide from Lark or go elsewhere to change though, which might be a little awkward.
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"Once you're changed, will you tell me about what happened?"
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they can ftb the telling so that there isn't stress over it
No stress! Link is just antsy, haha
that's fair. she's probably going to let him go then.
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