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[vacuum]

Who: Nakahara Chuuya (vacuum) & Anyone.
What: October log!
When: Mostly forward-dated to the Wyver move, but some threads will be backdated too!
Where: Everywhere.
Warning(s): Probably none.... I hope.



MOVING

[ It still feels a little too good to be true that Wyver would be willing to take them all in like that, but perhaps that queen was just that good at bargaining. Either way, Chuuya goes along with the temporary evacuation, getting all his things and parking himself at the back of the carriage. The rest of the journey, that - he's been told - would take over a day, is devastatingly boring. That's why he does try to strike up a conversation with the people around him: ] Hey. What do you know about Wyver? All I've been hearing is about how they feed people to dragons.

[ From those racist Olympians, that is. It's funny how some of those people also happen to be evacuating. Or, if his travelmate looks particularly hungry, he miiiight throw a piece of bread at their face. It'll take a lot of coaxing to get him to share the bottle of wine he's brought with him, though. That's his baby. ]

HUNTING/GATHERING

[ A: Even after arriving in Wyver, food continued to be scarce. The people of Wyver were already stretching themselves thin with feeding their own people. Now they had to house all these hungry and wreary Olympia refugees -- naturally, the cooks and marketplace shopkeepers were feeling less than charitable. That's why many refugees have taken to the woods for some good old hunting, and Chuuya's just another one of them. Maybe he happened to bump into your character along the way? Or maybe he's asked them to tag along, because he's only a little guy and lugging around a carcass by himself would tire him out eventually, powers or not.

The actual killing part, he can handle easily. Tracking the animal, though? That's an area he's more inexperienced with. ]

What do you think? This look like a footprint to you? [ It's either a hoof mark made by the elusive Hero's Hart, or it's just a shapely ... dent in the soil. ]

[ B: Or maybe your character catches him seconds before he gets mistaken for a small animal, and snatched off the ground by a majestic Avalerion. ]

What the -- LET ME GOOO!! [ Before he knows it, there are birds claws digging into his shoulders, and he's flying several meters into the air. Bye, homie?? It's taking him back to its nest, to feed him to its hatchlings. Please help. ]

[ Or, idk, let's play with some other animal/plant. I'm down for anything. Chuuya can also be found wandering around the Glided Cage or fighting rings. I'm thirsty so if you leave a blank comment I'll think up something... ]

Comments

qrow (backdated to before the wyver move)

[vacuum]

[ It's probably to be expected that two people with an unhealthy fixation on alcohol would meet in a bar ... for the second time. While the first was sort of awkward, he's glad he doesn't have to approach Qrow this time under the same stupid pretenses. In retrospect, why did he even take on that job? It was demeaning, and they didn't even get paid in the end (because they got into a bar fight and their benefactor ran away).

Though he's still sort of embarrassed about last time, he never turns down the chance to drink with company. He doesn't have a lot of friends to do it with, after all. The bartender looks a little apprehensive to see him, likely because of the fight he had started before, but Chuuya ignores him. ]

There you are.

[unpromising]

Don't tell me if wasn't easy to find me.

[ Even though he was waiting for Chuuya, Qrow has already started his own party. He has a glass in front of him, but it's just his first. He's still pretty sober, but that doesn't mean his personality is telling of that. ]

You're not sick, are you? Some kid kept thinking I was his girlfriend because of the whole thing.

[ Let's not have a repeat of that. ]

[vacuum]

I wouldn't be going out and infecting everyone if I were sick. [ That's what assholes do. Chuuya settles beside him, signaling at the bartender to pour something out for him. ]

What? Do you look like his girlfriend? [ It's a funny thought. Chuuya looks Qrow over, trying to figure out how any girl could possibly look like him. His lips curl in mirth. ] Maybe it's your eyes.

[unpromising]

My eyes...

[ He repeats those words as he twists his torso to face the bar again. He signals the bartender to get him another glass because he downs the rest of his current one after that. The only person he knows who has the same eyes as him is his sister. It's not a very good reminder of anything. ]

Guy was delusional, and pretty dumb. [ A pause, then he face Chuuya again. ] You know him? Some guy named Rhys.

archy

[vacuum]

[ Chuuya doesn't have a lot of friends, given his ornery personality, but he does cherish the ones that he does have. There are a lot of things about him that are morally questionable, but he's never willingly turned his back on someone he likes. Archer happens to be someone he considers a friend, even if he occasionally finds his arrogant, know-it-all personality infuriating. Knowing that he's in quite a pinch right now, Chuuya makes an effort to locate him once he's all settled down in Wyver. Obviously, the fugitives hadn't joined their march to the new country, but he had a feeling they were in Wyver too. It's the closest civilization, after all. Olympia was currently inhabitable.

When he thinks he spots a man who looks like Archer, he approaches him, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention. ]

...Hey.

there you are

[fakers]

[ archer's arrival in wyver had been slightly delayed by the fact that he came separately from the main group, and had to make some effort to avoid detection by any of the olympian guards. getting through the south outpost had been a bit of a headache, but ultimately simpler than he expected.

when he feels a hand on his shoulder, he simply turns, glancing at the person before him. there's no hint of surprise... perhaps he'd already sensed chuuya's presence, or perhaps he's simply good at maintaining a poker face. who knows? ]

Chuuya.

[ had he ever actually called him by name before? probably not, but he does so now. not his family name, but his given name... without honorifics. o_o;; admittedly archer was never the type to observe goofy japanese name formalities in the first place, but there's still a sense of familiarity in the form of address. ]

Good. I was hoping I'd find you in all this confusion. [ he owes you one bro... ]

shh

[vacuum]

[ It might be the first time Archer's ever used his name. He's slightly stunned to hear it, and it does make him happy to be acknowledged. Of course, he's not going to show that in any overt way, beyond the loosening of his furrowed brows. ]

I was wondering what happened to you. Managed to slip into the country after all, huh? [ He's not at all surprised to find Archer surviving and well. He didn't seem like the type of guy so easily taken down. Still, he is sort of ...happy that he's fine. ]

They still hunting you down, or are they too busy with all the clean-up?

[fakers]

The circumstances were... fortunate. An odd coincidence that the same epidemic that forced me to leave Olympia would end up opening the gates for me to arrive here as well.

Though I haven't thought to test my luck against any of the Olympian guardsmen still here, it doesn't appear many care about the fugitives any longer. [ or perhaps it's just been so long people have largely forgotten about him? he won't think about it too hard. ] It's a shame you'll be without the comforts of the big city for a while.

[ olympia really seems more chuuya's jam than wyver, at least on the surface. ]

Im coming for you caps its cr time

[terrantrash]

<sub>[At first glance one might not expect Slaine to amount to anything, but if there was one thing that traveling around the world with his father had granted him it was the opportunity to explore varying types of environments. For part of his father's research he'd spent a duration of time living in a camp within a jungle. Even though he'd been barred from wandering off too far into the lush, dense vegetation, Slaine had taken it upon himself to get as much hands on learning as he could. His days had been spent observing the wildlife around him, and when he wasn't poking around in mud or bird watching, he was comparing the animal tracks or wild mushrooms he'd come across with the information in books he'd read.

It all seemed like useless knowledge back then, really. Stuff to fill his head with and kill time. After all, what was a lonely kid dragged around the globe to do other than become a nerd and absorb as much information as he could. Now though, that he has a stranger in tow - Chuuya was his name, wasn't it? - maybe it wasn't useless knowledge after all. He'd run into the man on what was going to be a solitary endeavor to find something edible to eat, a small basket in hand containing a shovel and a knife. The plan was to dig up edible roots and scour the area for fruits that seemed consumable. Or, well, anything really. He wasn't expecting to be coaxed into going on a hunt, just because he seemed to know what he was doing.

But, here he is, pushing his bangs back out of his eyes, wishing he owned a t-shirt instead of the long sleeved button up he's currently sporting. Jungles sure are muggy.]</sub>

...It looks like it belongs to a pig.

_{[Or, y'know, something related to one.]}

[vacuum]

[ The kid didn't look like much. He's skinny, he's got a pale complexion and he just didn't look like he saw sunlight very often. A guy like this wouldn't normally be Chuuya's first choice for a hunting partner, but presently, it isn't like he has any other choice. He won't be expecting Slaine to do very much, save for helping him distract the beast they're looking for, or haul the carcass back and prepare it. The guy ... doesn't look like he'll be much in a fight. ]

A pig, huh? Must be a pretty big one. [ He's hoping it's that, though. And not some weird animal that could cast some equally weird spell on them. While Chuuya feels like he won't have a problem in a purely physical fight, magic is just out of his expertise. ]

If we find it, we'll have dinner covered and some extra to make a buck out of. Come on, kid. Let's follow it.

[terrantrash]

<sub>[Look, you can't really tan when you're stuck on a space station. Let him live.

Chuuya's assumption isn't wrong though - Slaine isn't much of a fighter and his aim with a gun isn't exactly the best either. Even so, he's smart, even if he doesn't have a high opinion of himself. Crouching down he gets a better look at the hoof print.]</sub>

Wild boar can grow rather large...but they're also very dangerous to approach. Their tusks can kill a man.

_{[Which brings Slaine to his next question.]}

Have you hunted a wild animal before?

[vacuum]

[ He does look like a smart kid, to randomly have that knowledge on hand. Chuuya pays the warning little heed, though. He has a lot of confidence in himself. ]

I grew up in the big city, so I never had to until coming to this planet. It shouldn't be a problem, though. [ Taking down the animal, that is. Preparing the meat afterward will take some researching. ] I've taken down beasts far bigger than some stupid boar.

jae ha

[vacuum]

[ So, in an attempt at hunting a vicious giant boar, Chuuya and Jae Ha - in a dashing display of coordination - somehow ended up tripping over each other, both landing into a big puddle of mud. That's how they found themselves in this situation, their precious hair and clothes filthy and a cloud of misery looming over their heads. If there's anything Chuuya hates, it's having his clothes ruined. They cost a lot, for someone at his pay grade right now. ]

Ugh! This is disgusting -- You should really watch where you're going! [ Time to blame Jae Ha even if it was clearly both their faults. He glances at the pig before him, only to find that it's completely bolted. ] ... And now we lost the pig.

[ Today only seemed to get better and better. ]

[razzledazzles]

[Normally, Jae-Ha could jump right after the thing, but he's too distressed by his current state of disgusting. Rising from the pile of mud with a troubled expression, he flicks some extra dirt from his fingers in Chuuya's direction.]

Have you always worked alone, or are you that poor at reading your partner's moves? I come from above, so you should have expected me. I can't change directions in mid air.

[vacuum]

[ It's quite a testament to their vanity, looking at how distressed they are at their current state of hygiene. Chuuya recoils at the little drops of mud that come flying his way, shielding himself with his arms and backing away. ] Quit it!

Maybe you shouldn't be trying to land where someone's clearly standing at. [ The remark about him not being able to read his partner's moves peeves him just a bit. It's because he's reminded of the partner he did have, and that's always a sore spot for him. Chuuya huffs and starts trudging off in some direction. He doesn't tell Jae Ha where he's going, but he's looking for a place to clean up. ]

[razzledazzles]

The only thing there when I'd intended to land was the animal.

[This isn't the way the boar went, so he guesses they're giving up. Which is fine by him, at this point. He's stressed and tired of this, and Chuuya snapping at him isn't really helping. But he still takes a step to follow after him.]

Well, what now?

mephisto

[vacuum]

[ Dragon's Cove turned out to be everything the locals said it would be; dark, murky and ever present with a feeling of dread. He happened to pass by it as he was doing his exploration, and he still doesn't know what had possessed him to step in and take a look. It wasn't like there looked to be anything of interest to find in this wasteland.

A half hour in the cove and he's decided that he's had enough. Chuuya turns, determined to find his way back to the city. It's here, where the hears the soft sound of water. A river, perhaps? Seems like it. He happens to be thirsty and he's all out of fresh water.

What he finds is disappointing, to say the least. ] Gross. [ Vaguely, he remembers something a local had said about a blood-coloured river. ] That can't actually be blood, can it?

[meinwaifu]

My, I wonder if it is?

[Sorry, was Chuuya just talking to himself? He's going to find himself getting a reply anyway -- the source of the voice being an odd-looking man sitting perched on a nearby cliff edge, looking down as he leans on his wrist. Was he sitting there before? There's no way Chuuya wouldn't have noticed that gaudy white outfit in this dark and foreboding place, right?]

[...of course, he's actually only been in this spot for a few minutes, if that. But he likes to give the impression that he's been following for longer. Because he's a creep.]

For a beast to have eternally stained the area with its own blood, it must have been quite the monster, wouldn't you say?

[vacuum]

Hmph. [ He must really be tired from the move, for this guy's presence to go completely unnoticed by him. Chuuya glances back at Mephisto, wondering just how long he's been there. Hopefully not very long, or he would really be wondering how he lapsed so far in concentration when he's supposed to be a well-experienced fighter. The white suit sticks out like a flashy, sore thumb, but given his own flair for the dramatic it's not anything he'll really judge. ]

That just means we should be more worried about whatever killed it. [ Now, he shoots Mephisto a displeased look. ] If you wanna talk to me, come down here.

[ He doesn't like having to look up when he talks to people -- even if it's quite often that he does. ]

Moving

[sanzohoshi]

[She's traveled before, across entire continents on foot before even! She's got this! It doesn't mean it's easy, but Sanzang's in relatively good spirits all things considered. The itch of wanting to wander and travel had been steadily growing, and it seems now it's finally been scratched.

She doesn't actually like riding in the carriages very much, but she can't seem to convince anyone to let her just take her time and walk herself, so she's reluctantly given in. For now. She's hardly paying attention until the piece of bread hits her full in the face when she turns her head to observe the carriage itself some mow and she fumbles with it, startled, before looking up to see where it came from.

There's a bright little laugh as she recognizes him and she grins] Did you rethink the marriage proposal? [She's teasing of course, and her hands are actually bare for now, sleeves carefully folded and tucked away in her pack.]

[vacuum]

[ He hadn't quite recognized that girl until she started to speak. Chuuya was just asked to distribute the rest of their travel rations, and criminal or not he's not selfish enough to hoard them all for himself. That's what a pettier person would do. Hearing what she has to say forces him to remember their last encounter, and he can feel his face reddening at her little joke. ]

You again! Throwing bread at you hardly counts as a marriage proposal. [ He can tell that she's joking, but he can't help but become a little flustered still. ]

[sanzohoshi]

You know, I'm sure in some country or another it might be! [She gets up a little unsteadily so she can instead plop back down next to him, giggling lightly and smiling.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say the problem was me! Or maybe it's the concept in general...? [HMM. Mentally mark it down: Chuuya has possible commitment issues.] Surely you have women falling at your feet all the time!

[cajolery]

caps.... love me

[vacuum]

i'll love you let me think of something.............

[cajolery]

go use my log.... or just comment and i'll write you something since i'm full of ideas atm