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I. The Armory
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
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Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
Donnie hasn't talked about the last mission. He hasn't talked much to anyone. Not entirely strange, but then nor is his preoccupation with work. At the moment he's taking a break from fixing up the armors that had been acquired during the taking of Hesaeth, working instead on more personal weapons. Or in this case, repairing them.
His staff is in pieces. Normally it collapses into something discreet enough to carry, but some of those pieces have very obvious indentations, damage sustained from the encounter with Lord Gundhir's son. The turtlekin picks up one of the cylindrical segments, holding it up in closer inspection. Repairing it would be possible although he'd likely have to reforge some pieces, but what good would it be if it would still essentially break under pressure?
...
Pushing aside an errant thought, Donnie sets the piece down, pulling out his notebook and a folded sheet of paper from within, flattening it out. The original designs for his collapsible staff, and extra notations for other additions to it. It still needs to be sturdier, but lighter too, especially if he plans to include more capabilities.
He doesn't look up at whoever approaches, only barely hearing the footsteps thanks to the mufflers he always tends to wear, especially down here where there's just so much noise. "Hey, know if there's any scrap titanium I can use?"
II. Subterranean Farms
Tucked away from the main fields and nestled in a smallish nook along the carved out walls, the little garden can easily be overlooked if one isn't paying attention to the strange, spiraling growth of vines dotted with small purple flowers that have started to crawl along the edges of the rock there. That's as far as Donnie's allowed them to grow, always taking care to trim them back before they can get out of hand.
He's rigged his own little light source here, simultaneously taking advantage of where crevices throw shadows across the space to allow for all kinds of plants to be cultivated. At a glance they're definitely more of a decorative sort than to be used for food, but he wouldn't advise eating most of these anyway. There are many flowers and herbs, and even a few types of fungi that grow within the natural rock 'shelves' of the flanking walls.
The turtlekin can be found tending to his beloved plants, removing any dead leaves, carefully watering the flowerbeds or tilling a patch of dirt in preparation for planting something new.
III. The Library
The library's become as much of a retreat as any, and in particular Donnie liked to hide away here because of how much quieter it is compared to other areas of the Vault.
He had come here to do some research but the peacefulness of the area paired with poor sleep has managed to lull him into an unscheduled naptime. Hopefully you didn't need that book he's currently using as a pillow, but be forewarned; he's a drooler.
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:39 am (UTC)He does have to blink then, brow arching at Link. "Wait, throw them? They don't have to be planted?" Donnie's not sure that it might be a translation error. He's never heard of plants growing after you threw them, after all. "...how long do they glow for?"
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:50 am (UTC)And in fact Link decides to demonstrate - by talking out another brightbloom seed, pulling off his shield, and tossing the seed at it. Immediately the seed bursts into a full glowing green flower, now stuck to the shield. The light it gives off is now enough to brighten the entire space they're in.
But for Donnie's last question...Link's less sure of the answer. He shrugs. "Ages?"
He's not really sure if brightbloom flowers ever stop glowing, actually...
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:56 am (UTC)"Whoa... That's amazing." If it grows instantly upon contact, would it still grow by normal methods of planting? He turns the seed around in his hand again before once again staring at Link with the answer given then.
"....."
How does that even work???
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:03 am (UTC)And then while Donnie just stares at Link in silence...Link doesn't say anything. He just pulls out a few more brightbloom seeds from his pack, and holds them out for Donnie. And then waits, content to sit in silence along with Donnie.
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:12 am (UTC)"Wait, I can have these?"
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:16 am (UTC)"I've got lots."
Over 200 of them, actually. Brightbloom seeds were very, very common
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:19 am (UTC)"...thank you," he says quietly, a soft smile touching his face. Common or not, they're his now, and he's going to take care of them.
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:29 am (UTC)But he'd gotten more then just his stash of brightblooms, after the raid he and Nephenee did on the merchant house. And everything else was not quite so easy to get more of.
"...Could you grow other things?" he says quietly. "From outlands?"
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:45 am (UTC)"Huh?" He blinks, looking back at Link. "...I could try? Sometimes it's a lot of trial and error, and if things aren't just right, they might not grow well."
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Date: 2024-08-23 04:43 am (UTC)Once more, Link reaches into his back. Except this time, instead of brightbloom seeds, he ends up pulling out all sorts of other things. Like wildberries, brightcaps, stambulbs, splash fruit, skyshrooms, cool safflina...
And as Donnie may notice - there's far more of all these than could possibly fit into the small pack at Link's waist.
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Date: 2024-08-23 04:49 am (UTC)"How are you doing that?" he asks as he picks up the weird berry. "...and how can you just stuff them in there? You don't use flasks and bottles..?" That seems important for many specimens, as well as a means to keep from cross-contamination.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:01 am (UTC)And then, just to demonstrate the wonders of his korok-enchanted pack, Link picks up his shield. And puts it in the pack. Attached brightbloom seed and all.
It shouldn't fit. It shouldn't even be able to get inside, being far bigger than the opening of the bag. And yet, somehow...it does.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:05 am (UTC)"How do you know you're pulling out what you want to pull out?" That seems like the next most obvious thing to ask.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:12 am (UTC)He doesn't really know how the korok-enchanted pack works. He just knows that it does. And by now, it's second nature to use.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:14 am (UTC)That is not by any means a satisfactory answer for Donnie. "And what if someone else tried to pull something out of it?" he asks. "Can I try?" He has no idea what's in that pack, but there's clearly something in it, so will he feel anything like a shield or a seed, or...would it be nothing?
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:23 am (UTC)Right now though, he eyes Donnie. He hasn't said no to Donnie trying, but...he hasn't said yes either. It's not that he minds, really. It's just...that's his pack. With his things.
(Okay, so...maybe he does mind.)
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-23 05:30 am (UTC)"...I don't want you to."
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:37 am (UTC)"...o-oh. Okay," the turtlekin says quietly, shoulders hunching up like he'd tuck his head into his shell, had he the ability to do so. He pokes at the things Link had pulled earlier from his pack.
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Date: 2024-08-23 10:24 am (UTC)But he feels like maybe he owes...something. An explanation, maybe.
"...Empire took it," he says softly. "Just got it back. Most my things were gone."
Inside it still had about half of his materials. But all of his weapons, his armours, his paraglider - the Sword that Seals the Darkness - was gone.
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Date: 2024-08-23 04:32 pm (UTC)The turtle's expression darkens considerably, and while there's a complicated mix of emotions there on his face, it's clear what he thinks of the Empire. He can't really be surprised when the Empire's involved. They take everything.
"That's unfortunate," he says carefully, frowning.
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Date: 2024-08-23 09:03 pm (UTC)Although it's...probably going to take a while.
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Date: 2024-08-23 09:42 pm (UTC)Fighting the Empire for one's belongings might seem a trivial reason, but is it really that much different from anything else? The Empire has taken something from the people here, whether it be belongings or freedom or something else.
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Date: 2024-08-23 11:00 pm (UTC)"Can't get more from home," he says, suddenly switching back to their previous conversation. As he does so, he starts pulling out more items. It's like Link has a near endless supply of ingredients in there, and he's bringing all of them out.
Including what seems to be...flowers shaped like bombs?
"...But they're useful," he continues.
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Date: 2024-08-24 04:17 am (UTC)Naturally he's fascinated by the...wait, is it a flower or..? Donnie reaches out to pick it up.
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