[Open] Survival Skill: Level 10

[ziedrich_bearer]

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, You
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: Volcano Event Catch All
WHEN: August 10th to Event End
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Base Camp Set Up | Backdated to August 10th/11th

This? This was something Gladio was frustratingly used to. The end of the world, refugee efforts, trying to help people get settled in and make sure they're okay, it's all something he's unfortunately used to. That had been all that he'd been doing in Lestallum in the start, before Ignis had started them all on an alternate path.

It means that Gladio's really good at this stuff. Good at coming up to someone and carefully moving into take some of the weight of their things with one hand while his fingers pull at the air in that way that he would normally do for a potion. Except in his hand blue light and crystals formed into a bottle of water from the reserves he'd shoved into the Arminger in the past.

"Here," he says, his voice soft. "Take a drink while I hold this. You figured out where you're going to set up yet?"

II. Emotional Support Muscles

Once things are settled... Well, physical things can be settled without the mind and heart being so. Not that Gladio's really the best at knowing what to do to make all of that better. So, a few days in, he contrives something. It's probably silly, but hey, sometimes you need that edge of chuckles, right?

He gets some paper and a marker from someone (he'll have to repay them for this some day), grabs some string from the Lark lady, and writes out his little message. Puts it on a string, hangs it around his chest, and then sits himself down in a common walkway. Now to pass the time, which he does by pulling a book from the Arminger, one he's read several times already but that never stopped him, and got to reading, waiting to see if the sign was taken seriously.

Free Ear to Listen. Or Hugs. Always Free Hugs

III. Workout Through The Stress

When in doubt, lift it out. There was one way to deal with an overwhelming abundance of frustration and all of the other stuff. And for Gladio, there was this. And hey, he probably wasn't the only one that was dealing with things like this. Though he was probably the only one doing his work out completely shirtless with a variety of one handed push-ups, tons of sit ups, and of course squats and lunges.

Dude knows how to take care of his body.

"Hey," he says, between one push-up and the next, "wanna join? As ballast if nothing else?"

Comments

[ziedrich_bearer]

"If you find something, that would be nice, but it's not required. Even a few pounds helps."

And really, he would not want to be crushed if it came to it with the kid lifting something Gladio can't handle.

[supercub]

There's a wooden barrel full of what, wine? Who the fuck needs wine? Oh well. Daniel lifts it from a distance with telekinesis and brings him to himself, hugs it.

"Too heavy?"

[ziedrich_bearer]

As if they even have any wine. It's probably just water. But there are more than one thing to be addressed here.

"What just happened? Did you do that?"

[supercub]

"Fuck yeah I did that!" he gloats because he's proud "I can also break shit with this power, check this out."

He focuses on an empty glass on the table and without moving it he makes it explode.

"I mostly do it for locked doors, safes, that kind of stuff."

Why would a nine year old kid be involved in forcing a safe open, you ask? It's a long story.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Shit man. Gladio winces at the broken glass.

"We didn't have that many of those down here. Maybe don't break the things we need to eat out of or off of?"

Still, he frowns at the idea of the kid getting into safe.

"You okay, Kid? Like, back home. You safe?"

[supercub]

Yeah, uh, let's not bring that up. Daniel immediately gets snappy.

"I don't have a home anymore and everything went to shit."

He breaks another glass, this time to decompress.

[ziedrich_bearer]

That doesn't sound good. Gladio stops his push-ups at that.

"Please don't break the glasses. We need those," he repeats, trying to keep calm.