Just as soon as they'd come, the gentle weather of the past few days vanished without a trace, replaced by temperatures below freezing and occasional snow flurries. Wrapped in furs and huddled around a fire, Peace cursed the fickle weather that plagued the mountainside. Not even really wanting to be outside during this weather, Peace skipped her daily workout and opted instead to head to the city after lunch. If she was lucky, the ambient temperature down in civilization would be way more acceptable.
Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 3:55 pm
Gil noticed immediately upon waking up that his shoulder was feeling much better. Under ordinary circumstances, he'd imagine that he was entirely healed, and he'd stop using his sling but the articles he'd read on the consequences of trying to use a dislocated shoulder before it had healed had thoroughly spooked him. The sling wasn't coming off a day before the recommended time in a little over a week and a half. Gil couldn't even imagine several; more months of this, which was what he was given to understand he would be in for if he rushed this. So, given all this, he grudgingly put his sling on and headed outside to begin his day.
Interlopers had begun to encroach on the edges of his territory, just as he'd feared they would, and Gil had to force himself to avoid them by sticking to the inner depths of his territory, barely suppressing his urge to make an ostentatious show of force and kick them (possibly literally) out of his forest. To distract himself, he worked on more of his whittling projects, and thought of ways to spend the nest egg he'd been sitting on. His primary concern was preventing something like his shoulder injury from happening to his legs, the source of his power. Or even worse, he could lose a leg to a bullet, a blade or to some parahuman's attacks. Yes, armor and particularly leg armor was at the very top of his shopping list, he decided. Thinking about it further, he realized that this was probably an excellent time to do some looking around on that front, it wasn't as if he had other matters to attend to while he was injured like this. Gil grabbed his bearskin cloak and his hat, and started off towards the city.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2017 8:52 pm
The morning began cold as the previous day had been, but as Peace came back from her workout it was already warming up significantly. It was a great relief to her that the weather was turning, as the previous evening had been bitter as a tundra as she returned from her class. As much as she enjoyed sleeping by the fire, it put her mind at ease not to need it to live.
The day was fairly uneventful, all things considered. She went for a brief swim after the day warmed up, sat by the fire for a bit, then went on a hike through some of the nearby mountains. Aside from an overgrown bicycle hidden in a bush and some bones long since picked clean by scavengers, she didn't come across anything particularly noteworthy. It was just a relaxing stroll overall and segued nicely into an evening of reheated meat and listening to birdsong under the stars.
A thick blanket of fog billowed through the trees below Peace's mountainside camp, making her feel as though she were on an island peeking out over an ocean of clouds. It made her wonder if this was what it felt like to stand at the summit of one of the tall mountains. She hadn't ever had the pleasure to scale such things, but she figured it was unlikely anyone would ferry her to someplace that remote without a good reason.
Breakfast was fruit that Peace picked up on her way back from her morning workout, picked from some fruit trees she found on an island in the middle of the river about a mile and a half north of her campsite. It had been quite a swim to get out to the island, and once she was there she decided she would rather eat breakfast there than try to make the trip back with her breakfast in hand. While she was down in the valleys she also decided to climb a tree to see if she could get a view just over the fog line. She couldn't, but it was fun nonetheless.
Lunch was the rest of the turkey she'd killed. The venison was definitely nearing the end of its life expectancy, but she figured she would save that for dinner and then pitch whatever she couldn't finish. After relaxing for a few hours, she headed to the city for her martial arts class.
Peace strolled back to her campsite under the calming light of a twilit sky and collapsed into her shelter the moment she got back. She lazily heated up some of her venison, ate it, and then buried the remainder outside. She had just enough fruit to get her through lunch the next day, but she'd have to go find some more food to make it past that without trouble. She wondered what delicious meats she'd uncover the following day during the brief moment between when she laid down and when she fell asleep.
The following day was dry and still, though luckily it was also a very mild temperature. Though sore, Peace still went on her morning workout after eating a breakfast of peaches. After her climb, she had the idea to try and grab some fish while swimming, not realizing what a bad idea that probably was; true to form, she threw herself at the task but had nothing to show for it. After returning to camp for lunch, head hung low, she returned to the river and crawled out onto a boulder. From that vantage point she was able to punch a fish to death, thereby securing herself some dinner. The rest of the day she simply relaxed, recovering from days of repeated exercise and the fatigue brought about by her martial arts training, followed by an early bedtime.
The next day's weather was much the same as its predecessor, but this time with a slight breeze out of the north accompanied by spitting rain and distant rumbles of thunder. In the face of uncertainty about incoming thunderstorms, Peace opted to forgo her usual workout in favor of hunting before any severe weather hit. The morning yielded little, affording her only a small fish for her breakfast; the afternoon, on the other hand, was much more productive: on her way to a fruit grove, Peace spotted and got the drop on an osprey, pouncing on it like a cat and punching it hard enough that its neck snapped. She took it back to camp and prepared it posthaste after munching on a few fruit she scrounged up on the way back, but before she could properly cook it, she remembered she had her class and headed out to the city.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:56 pm
Peace awoke the next day having sluggishly made her way back home late the previous night. By the morning the sluggishness seemed to have infected every bone of her body, fatigue weighing her down in a way that even the phenomenally nice weather couldn't get rid of. She laid about her encampment for a great deal of the day, only really getting up to move to pick some fruit for an early dinner. Ultimately that dinner wound up stretching out over several hours as she watched a few wispy clouds roll past overhead. When evening came and the stars started twinkling overhead, she stared up at them absentmindedly, ignoring the urge to have thoughts as she ignored the ache of fatigue in her muscles.
Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:17 pm
The next day roused Peace out of the doldrums of her enervation, mostly by sweating her out. The heat of the day penetrated even her shelter, which stank with the smell of warm rocks and drying leaves. It was almost a relief to head to her martial arts class, despite how hard a workout she knew was in store for her.
