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vivalaI. 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?
...
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: 2024-08-28 03:42 am (UTC)Donnie remains where he'd backed off, just at the end of the table. The heat hasn't tapered off too much, he hangs onto it because it's all that's keeping him from cracking. Because while he can sort of get what's so frustrating for Angelika, it still feels like a solid kick in the gut to have his request for such a specific metal written off as some possible waste of material.
He draws in a slow breath, shakier than he would have liked it to be.
"Well I'm sorry if you think that my wanting to reinforce my weapon so I don't get myself or anyone else killed during a mission is tinkering!" he says, sharply, his tone definitely suggesting he's not sorry at all. Angry, in fact, and emotions are something he usually doesn't lean hard into. "-know what, it's fine, I'll just use steel again and hope it holds up against someone with a huge broadsword until I can hack his arm off too!"
His eyes are burning, he hates that feeling, hastily swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.
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Date: 2024-08-28 08:28 pm (UTC)"Donnie. I have to check the materials tables on the exact numbers, but proper steel is going to have a higher strength than an equal thickness of titanium. If you use the right alloying metals and the proper heat-treatment, that is." She paused on the technical details then, and changed topics. "Your weapon broke? I hadn't heard anything about that. Do you...want to tell me about it?"
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Date: 2024-08-28 09:01 pm (UTC)"It might have if I took more direct hits like that. Blocking this one still drove me right against a wall." At least his shell wasn't bruised, although Donnie's sure it would've been if Shu hadn't taken care of their injuries on the spot.
"...maybe I won't always be going up against someone with a sword that's practically my size but if I do, I don't want to end up being useless."
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Date: 2024-08-28 10:59 pm (UTC)"A sword practically your size...do you think I'd have been any use against someone like that?" Well, that was an attention getting question. Was the girl who was half Donnie's mass, and a head shorter any use at all in that sort of fight? There was an obvious answer-but it was also obviously not the answer she wanted to hear. Not when she had drawn her own winged baton from somewhere.
Because if she wasn't useless, when her frame seemed like a doll in comparison to his, when her weapon had the dimensions and decorations of a toy, then Donnie couldn't claim to have been useless either.
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Date: 2024-08-28 11:22 pm (UTC)He shakes his head letting the piece drop back onto the table with the rest of its segments. "Is it wrong to want to make something better? I can reforge these pieces, sure, but if it's already proven that they can be damaged one way, then I want to at least avoid that."
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Date: 2024-08-28 11:45 pm (UTC)She reached over and picked up the broken piece, turning it over in her hands. "I'm not opposed to making things better, but I am opposed to beating ourselves up over things. This didn't break fully, and even if it did, every metal has it's ultimate strength beyond which it fails. There are always stronger opponents. Sometimes, you can't meet everyone with strength that will beat their strength. A win is a win, even if it's not as clean as you might like."
She set the piece back down and returned to her seat, waiting for his response.
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Date: 2024-08-29 12:06 am (UTC)"...I know," he says quietly. Oh does he know. "But I still need to do this." Fixing things is his retreat, and right now he doesn't want to keep letting his thoughts cycle back to the mission or the fight.
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Date: 2024-08-31 09:37 pm (UTC)Finally some technical options to retreat to.
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:48 am (UTC)"Which is why I'm going to make this more than just a staff. I'd already thought about adding to it- it's already designed to be hollow, but if I can make use of that space without compromising the weight too much, then that's at least one more thing I can have up my figurative sleeve."