[OPEN] NO MORE BEAR MEAT

[wilder]

Who: Zelos and YOU
What: Sick of hanging around the Sanctum (and bear meat), Zelos decides to head out
Where: Silverglen Retreat
When: Todayish?
Warnings: Swearing and violence most likely

[A. Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO RED, BRONZE AND GREEN FLIGHTS.]

[It seriously hadn't taken long for Zelos to be sick of hanging around the Sanctum and training all the time. Being kept somewhere for his safekeeping had never sat well with him, after all. So he worked on learning about the other areas from the dragons. Sure, most places in the area seemed to want to happily kill him- but it sounded like Silverglen Retreat would be alright for a first stop!]

[Especially if he wanted to get food that wasn't flame-cooked bear meat.]

[And so, ignoring warnings of how it was dangerous outside, he headed out to Silverglen Retreat. He made it there without incident, and once he proved he was a Redsworn, he was allowed in with only wary staresm - which was something he was used to anyway.]

[His hair probably makes him for an easy person to spot in the marketplace, and currently he's wandering the stalls trying to figure out how to get supplies in a trade-based economy when your life skills are well, limited, to say the least.]

[B. Forest outside Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO ALL.]

[Eventually it seemed some elf decided to throw him a bone (or just get to stop hitting on their daughters for stuff) and made an arrangement that if he brought back a number of stag flanks- they'd give him some supplies he needed. Which hey, he could do that! He could fight, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[Except, for one problem your character might come across, as he kneels over a stag that's clearly been killed by fire and sword cuts - a look of frustrated confusion very clear on his face]

Damn...where's the flank again?

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[gravitywell]

[ OKAY, SAFE

there are worse things than a head bop. ]

I'll try not to do it again. But no promises!

[wilder]

[Yeah he just doesn't have it in him to spank you Genis. YOU NEED YOUR SISTER FOR THAT]

[His eyes narrow]

You better not!

And if I can't fix my hair? I'm cutting off some of yours.

[gravitywell]

[ PRAISE THE HEAVENS because that's a thing that no one really needs to see, okay.. ]

H-hey! No way!

[ .. he's totally going to do it again though sorry this is a fate you can't escape. ]

[wilder]

Uh huh. Maybe I'll start with one of those long locks you got...!

[gravitywell]

[ NOT HIS BUNNY LOCKS... genis grips them both in fear!! ]

Y-you'd better not! [ DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO GROW THEM ] Unless you want me to light that red rat's nest on fire!

[wilder]

[A single "ha" comes from Genis gripping his bunny locks because frankly that's adorable and funny looking]

Yeah? Well whose fault is it that it looks like a rat's nest now, hm?

Don't worry, if I can fix my hair your cute little locks will be just fine.

[But if not you're gonna look like a 5 year old gave you a haircut]

[gravitywell]

[ adorable and funny looking is what genis does best (after sass) ]

Yeah, well.. I guess it's an unfortunate side effect! But I dunno, maybe you should just stay a sheep instead..

[wilder]

Ha ha, Iiii think not.

[BEING A SHEEP SUCKS NEVER AGAIN. But let's change the subject before the brat gets ideas]

What're you doing out here anyway?

[gravitywell]

[ BUT YOU MAKE A MUCH BETTER SHEEP, he would say, if zelos hadn't segued so smoothly into another subject. good job there. ]

Oh, um.. just.. l-looking for some food, that's all!

[ but his big doe eyes say THAT'S NOT ENTIRELY TRUTHFUL. ]

[wilder]

[HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE THAT. He is best human-angel--thingy! WHATEVER HE IS]

Really? Do they not feed you in your Sanctum?

[He says it half-jokingly because seriously considering they are dealing with dragons, he's not gonna rule much out.]

[gravitywell]

Well..

[ um ]

.. we still have to scavenge, for some things! I thought I'd be able to get something in the town, but..

[wilder]

But...?

[Come on Genis he isn't a mind-reader! ]

[gravitywell]

[ HE WAS ASSUMING YOU GOT KICKED OUT OF THE TOWN TOO, BUT APPARENTLY NOT.. ]

They.. wouldn't let me in.

[wilder]

[HAHAHA NOPE. ITS JUST LIKE HOME GENIS]

Seriously? What- do elves have a problem with half-elves here too?

[gravitywell]

[ BEING A HALF-ELF IS SUFFERING, THE STRUGGLE IS REAL... genis winces visibly. ]

I don't know if it was exactly that, but..

[ well. it still hurt. and ticked him off, too!! ]

[wilder]

[Oh, whoops. Maybe he had put that too harshly...somehow? Gah what's that weird tact thing people keep going on about.]

Well- who cares what they think. They're just some guys with weird eyebrows who live out in the boondocks. What do they know?

[gravitywell]

[ TACT INDEED.. god.. but zelos manages to salvage it somehow in that.. weird way that he's able to do the comforting thing. it actually works with genis, surprisingly, because he GETS UNCOMFORTABLE when people try to coddle him, so.

go figure. ]

Heh.. yeah, what's with those eyebrows, anyway?

[wilder]

[Aw yeah he wins. Or got lucky, whatever. HE'LL TAKE WHAT HE CAN GET]

I don't got a clue. They're pretty stupid.

[EYEBROWS SHOULDN'T HANG OFF YOUR HEAD]

Anyway, one of them said they'd give me supplies if I brought them some stag flanks. If you help out, maybe I could be persuaded to split the goods.

[gravitywell]

[ genis "starved for social interaction" sage is more than happy to jump all over this, you know, and his face brightens openly for a moment -

- but then he remembers his sass, and exhales in a haughty snort. ]

Well.. I suppose I miiight be willing to help you out. I doubt you have any idea what you're doing, anyway..

[wilder]

[ Meanwhile Zelos "what is social acceptance" Wilder just assumes that face brightening is because he's being offered a chance for food. It's understandable, really!]

[He scoffs]

Please. Like you know how to do this any better.

[Even if that would be helpful because my god what is a flank]

[gravitywell]

[ way to misinterpret, zelos "bad ending" wilder!! ]

Hey! How do you know that, huh? Raine and I have spent a long time on the road you know, and I know tons about cooking, and preparing meat! And I've read books..

[ so okay he's never actually done this physically himself before, but.. ]

[wilder]

Really?

Well, go ahead then! [Gesturing at the still dead stag] We need the flank.

[gravitywell]

B-but..

[ euygh!! you're the physical one here, zelos, you can get your hands dirty. genis pulls a face. ]

You're the one who's good with the sharp things, okay? How about you do the cutting, and I do the telling-you-what-to-do.

[wilder]

'Good with sharp things'. Wow, that doesn't make me sound shady.

[But he sighs and moves to kneel. He rather not fuck up the chance for dinner over making the kid do stuff out of spite]

Fine. Tell me where to cut.

[gravitywell]

Okay! The flank, right? That's this part.

[ the upside of having a little genius sponge mind - genis might never have personally done this himself before, but he's seen plenty of diagrams which he can call to mind literally photographically, so. convenient! he pops down onto his knees to point out a place on the lower belly, just before the thigh, outlining a shape with his hands. ]

Here! Though it seems like a waste to just leave the rest, there's all kinds of usable meat..

[ this is how poor people think okay. and chefs. ]