When Smithies Invent OR All The Things Happen (IC LP log Sep. 7, 2019)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2019-09-07 06:39:41 PM

SETTING: Salamandastron indoor archery range

CHARACTERS:
Hares: Gregorian, male. Felicity, female. Cera, female.

LOG:
Gregorian like some sort of crazy inventor has a contraption to test but this is what happens when one gives an imaginative smith free range in the forge. He's been searching for a good spot and settled for the place where one would at least expect to see flying projectiles, the range. A class was just finishing up though and he lurks just outside the door, peering in as he tries to patiently wait for them to finish and file out.

Felicity has also come down to the archery range, but she doesn't have any crazy new dodads to test out. Instead, she has her sling and stones to practice with. Coming up alongside the Blacksmith, she smiles at him. "'Ow are y'today, Greg? 'Ow's Grace?"

Gregorian seems surprised by the voice from outside the room he's focused on and his ear quickly turns that way before he looks over "Oh, doin' well. She's growin' up..." there's a brief glance back to the room before he steps back to get out the way of the fast retreating class "Seems tah like drawin' things more than she like focusin' on writin' about them. How's, erm, Julia?"

Felicity smiles and also gets out of the class's way. "Oh, she's doin' alright. She's actually been be'avin', for a change. I've been tryin' t'make sure she stays away from Grace, though. I think she 'as somethin' nasty in mind. May'ap that's why she's been be'avin'...." The Runner shrugs. "She's not tryin' t'learn t'read." She looks the smith over. "Whotcha gonna do down 'ere? If y're gonna shoot arrows, I could use the practice loadin' up an' firin' m'sling at the same speed an archer shoots."

Gregorian raises an eyebrow and straightens a little taller at the news that someone's plotting against his daughter! But he has to remind himself that this is a dibbun and like it or not you can't threaten dibbuns away from your own children. He's fairly protective "Hrm. I have noticed Grace doesn't seem tah be too keen on her. I hope they'll outgrow the childish rivalries before we have some sort of dibbun war on our paws. Those can get messy" at the question of what he's doing he looks to make sure the class is entirely gone before slipping in to the room and keeping his voice down "I have" he raises a little bundled up package in his paws "Here a prototype shrapnel trap. I found some old plans and I think I've got a workin' one figured but I need tah do a test run. Preferably in a safe space, wouldn't want tah go scarin' the recruits" he chuckles.

Felicity's eyes widen. "Dibbun....war?" She follows the Smith into the archery range. "Is that a thing? An' whot d'y'mean by 'messy'?" She then looks down at the package in his paws. Shrapnel trap? "Well, so o' the Recruits prob'ly need a good scarin'," she mumbles, touching a bruise on her forehead. "Teach 'em t'aim straight."

Gregorian walks and talks, finding a good spot in the room to set up. For now everything's safe and not loaded "Sure, yah take two dibbuns who don't like each othah much, one does somethin', the othah takes revenge, the first takes revenge for that. Might start out as thrown food, puttin' somethin' sticky in their fur, stuff like that but by the time they've grown up a couple of seasons they've got their friends roped intah it and yah find they're sneakin' out at night tah lay traps tah dump paint on the othah or stealin' things" he hehs as he's testing the spring part out. The trap itself seems to be a rough mess of metal with a space in the middle and a little cord connected to a bit that keeps the trap from springing up and open. Pull on the cord and it pops open with a snap. Greg seems satisfied with it so far "The less recruits yah have near prototypes the more likely they are tah succeed I find. Wot have they been doin' tah cause trouble this time?"

Felicity is basically the opposite of comforted by the buck's description of what her sister might start here in a few seasons. Watching him, she starts to fiddle nervously with her sling. "Oh, I was teachin' some Recruits to shoot slings on Wednesday. We were usin' root vegetables so nobody would get killed on accident, and I got smacked on the noggin with a turnip 'cause apparently they couldn't 'it th' broad side o' the Mountain iffens it fell on 'em." She continues watching him cautiously and perhaps a little suspiciously. She doesn't trust newfangled technology.

Gregorian does not say these things to bring comfort, they are a warning! Dibbun hordes are only slightly less dangerous than regular hordes. Greg shakes his head at the news of the recruits aim "I swear some of them must be workin' with their eyes closed" he leaves the trap for a moment to gather a few barrels together a safe distance away for hiding behind "Course, I wouldn't entirely rule out the possibility of a few of them doin' it on purpose. Smackin' a highah rank in the head with a turnip sounds like somethin' we would have tried as recruits if we thought we could get away with it"

Felicity sniffs. "I nevah woulda done that. M'brothah woulda 'ad me 'ide. Not t'mention whot m'parents woulda done...." She gathers the purpose of the barrels and ducks behind them. "Are you sure inventin' new ways t'kill beasts is a good idea?"

Gregorian chuckles "Well we nevah pelted an officah with vegetables but we got up tah enough fun when they weren't lookin'. Thdey key is learnin' wot yah can get away with...which I probably shouldn't been tellin' yah now I am one of the officahs" he lays the cord to set off the trap down by the barrels ready and pauses to look at her when she questions the quality of the idea...He shrugs and continues "Keeps my job interestin' and I'm just finishin' someone else's project aftah they're gone but yah really nevah know wot yah might find handy. Given the chance the vermin will probably be inventin' their own. Yah work out how tah do it and yah half way tah figurin' out how tah guard against it. I don't know how many practical uses they'll have for it anyway but doesn't hurt tah have options" he looks back to the barrels to make sure Fel's completely covered "All ready?"

Felicity glances between the machine and the inventor. Multiple times, back and forth. She turns around, sits down, and plugs both of her ears. "Ready, I guess. Please don't die."

Gregorian just laughs lightly "I don't think it's strong enough tah actually kill anyone" he was working on it. He waits until he's sure she's clear before he loads a carefully arranged selection of shrapnel in to the trap, closes it, sets it all up ready and loaded and carefully backs away, stepping very softly just in case. He doesn't get far before there's a loud snap and the sound of bits of metal flying everywhere about the same time as a cry of pain and surprise. Judging by the very loud swearing he's definitely not dead and certainly not happy. There's a bit of blood, most of it from the paw he's holding tight and a bit from a small hole in his ear. He's got a lot of scratches mostly on his arm and face, a few bits stuck in his arm but mostly seems to be unconcerned and looking annoyed at the thing "Darn triggah snapped! Bloody thing stings like hell"

Felicity jumps when she hears the SNAP, then peers over the edge of the barrels when she hears the swearing. Eyes widening at the sight of his blood, she helpfully comments, "See? Knew 'twas a bad idea. An' now y'get t'explain it t' a 'Ealer. Won't /they/ be THRILLED."

Cera had heard the shout, the cussing and walked in, expecting someone with an arrow in their foot, or maybe but...someone did somehow get an arrow in their butt earlier. She steps in and frowns "Wot....happen in here?"

Gregorian nudges a little bit of shrapnel with his pegleg though there's plenty lying around the floor, a couple of bits in his arm and a very small one even lodged in his cheek. He seems unconcerned but looks surprised when suddenly Cera appears. He frowns at Felicity "Yah know yah can't just invoke them like that!" he looks at Cera "It's fine! Just a little missfire. Few cuts that's all, nothin' life threatenin'" he looks back to Fel "And it's not a bad idea! It just needs more work. Mountain gets invaded, stick a couple of these in the halls, yah don't think vermin will be put off by this?" he says as he lets go of his injured paw to hold it up. There's a few deep cuts on his ring finger but now it's up in front of him he tilts his head. Something looks off...It takes him a moment to figure out his middle finger is oddly short "...It took the end of me bloody fingah off" he immediately starts looking around the floor "Where'd me claw go?" he seems surprised, a bit annoyed but not weirdly not worried.

Cera blinks as she frowns "Ummm...you do need a healer, thats fer sure...sur"She says quietly as she moves forewards and a quick glace at his wounds. "It..could of been worse you could of taken out an eye.."She looks at Felicity "Are...you hurt?" She frowns a little, she has seen a lot worse than this, a lot...

Felicity smiles grimly. "I didn't invoke 'er, Fate just sent 'er down 'ere knowin' y'were gonna be a nincompoop and try t'blow y'face off, wot!" She stands and gestures at him, turning to Cera now. "'E's tryin' out a new weapon, an' it backfired on 'im." She grimaces as he starts searching for a missing body part. "I sweah it didn't fall on or near me, thank everythin' that's good." Shaking her head, she adds, "No, I'm fine. I was safely 'idden be'ind these barrels."

Gregorian holds on to his paw again to at least slow the bleeding there "Yeah, yeah, get yah healin' kit out and I'm assumin' start with the paw" he knows he's hurt and needs the help but he doesn't have to be happy about it and while he's in pain it's at least dulled a little by medication he already takes for his missing leg and he's not inclined to show it. He also doesn't imagine there's anything that could be done for the finger either but on principal he's still looking for it "It's still not a bad idea" he mutters "Just need tah work on the triggah a bit more" this apparently hasn't put him off trying.

Cera slips off and is back fairly quick with some healing equipment and frowns "This...will hurt but it needs done." There is some peppermint oil to numb the skin, some anyways. "I will need to...sew it..." Another hare is here to help if needed as Cera does zone out slightly but then goes to get a closer look at the wounds, starting with the worse one, likely his paw.

Felicity rolls her eyes at the Smith. "Are y'seriously gonna try t'shoot th' blasted thing again afore y'fix whotevah went wrong th' first time? Y'could lose an eye if it blows up again, and I'm pretty sure y'daughter wouldn't be to 'appy about that." She pauses, then adds, "She's prob'ly not gonna be 'appy y'lost part o' y'fingah, eithah. 'Eaven's above, I don't understand inventahs...." She walks over to the little group, being veeeeerrrryy careful to not step on anything except the stone floor. "Can I 'elp in any way?" She asks Cera, noticing her zoning out slightly.

Gregorian holds his paw out for Cera when she returns and looks uncomfortable as they're working on it "It's fine, fix it as yah need" he lost a leg, losing the end of a finger is just not phasing him. The paw is definitely worst with one finger cut to the bone and another missing a bit. Then there's holes in his sleeve and scratches underneath plus a few bits of metal stuck in there. Smaller scratches on his cheek, bit of shrapnel there and finally a hole in one ear that's just about stopped bleeding "No, I'm goin' tah fix it then I'm goin' tah try again" Greg replies to Felicity with irritation "Don't yah try usin' my daughtah against me!" he snaps back as that actually seems to make him angry "Any one of us could get marched out tomorrow and die and it'd just be part of the job. I know wot happens tah her then, yah nevah try tah guilt me with her" he grunts and tries to continue more calmly "Next time I'll bring some armour, perhaps a large shield"

Cera frowns as she works, it likely hurts, like a lot at least a couple times as she manages to tend to the paw fairly well, she freezes and frowns as she listens to him, marched out yep...that's happen, to her....she takes a deep breath and goes to get a piece of metal out and just manages to barely stay calm. She looks at his ear and frowns, oh wait help was needed or was asked of?.. "Help?..Wot...someone else...needs....?"

Felicity opens her mouth, then shuts it for a moment. "Y'right, I'm sorry. I'm bein' an idiot, Greg. I 'ope y'can forgive me. I guess I don't 'andle beasts shootin' themselves very well." She shakes her head. "No, nobeast else needs 'elp, unless y' 'ave a pill to keep beasts from disrespectin' othahs. I was wonderin' if y'needed any 'elp, Cera. I'm not good at 'ealin', but I'm usually pretty good at followin' directions."

Gregorian's whiskers twitch a lot and he grimaces a few times as Cera's working. He handles it well, he's accustomed to pain and his tolerance is high, he just tries to remain still and let her work. He nods once to Felicity's apology "Yah forgiven. I'll feel guilty about choosin' tah come out of retirement despite Grace but I'll not have the guilt thrown at me" he looks vaguely amused afterwards "Though beasts shootin' themselves in this room is practically normal. Everyone knows someone who shot themselves in the foot learnin' how tah use a bow" he looks back down to Cera and becomes slightly concerned when she seems distracted or at if something's wrong "Alright?"

Cera gets out a metal piece, another piece and listens...half listens as she seems to unfocus a little and frowns "Following orders 'tis...good...important..." She still has his ear to look out and maybe get out a couple deeper bits of metal when she looks at some blood on her paws, on the floor and ...hmmms there is blood on Greg's paw, as well she has yet to clean it off as her ears flatten on her head....
"Lost..part of finger.....and....others..." She looks at Felicity sort of unfocused now "Help...help...so many need help. And so much....blood and...they died...." Ok this isn't good as she backs off a little "And he'll die...and your die...and everyone, I ..wanna go...home.." Ummm she is home, ok a little bit ...out of it she blinks a few times "Alright...alright ..no one is alright!!" She shivers and seems to focus a little and looks confused, wait she is home and now she starts to cry.

Felicity freezes slightly and just watches for a moment. Oh great. "Cera? Darlin'?" She slowly reaches her paws out, not making any sudden moves. Battle Fatigue, the Soldier's Heart, whatever they would've called PTSD in the Middle Ages, the Runner is pretty sure the Healer has it. As the other haremaid starts to cry, Felicity goes to gently hug her. "Hey....hey, it's okay, you're alright, y' 'ome now, we'll keep y'safe, I promise." She glances at Greg, silently asking 'what else should I do?!'

"Ah hell" Greg mutters, which seems to be his general reaction to these things "Yah alright, yah safe at home in the mountain here" he tries to reassure too. When Felicity looks at him he gestures his head to the door "Why don't yah take her tah get cleaned up" he figures the blood isn't exactly helping "I'll" he looks around at the mess "Get someone tah help sort this place out and get washed up myself"

Cera whimpers and looks at Greg "Your...not dead.."She looks at Felicity "And..your not dead...and I am not dead"Good no one is dead, that helps calm her as she looks around and allows help ou of the room, she speaks to Felicity "He has a hole...in his ear..still...does he know that?"

Felicity smiles. "O' /course/ we're not dead, wot! 'Twas just some bad memories 'auntin' the livin' daylights outta you, love. Let's go get some tea an' we can talk about....whotevah y'want t'talk about, okay?" She glances back down the hallway towards the archery range. "Oh, don't worry, I'll ask one o' the othah 'Ealer's t'check on 'im. 'E'll be fine. Now, tea?"

~*END*~

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#1 2019-09-07 06:39:41 PM

When Smithies Invent OR All The Things Happen (IC LP log Sep. 7, 2019)

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