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felldenlogs2019-09-11 12:45 pm
sassywelshcatgirl) wrote in felldenlogs2019-09-11 12:45 pm
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Wrong Faction for a Harvest Moon Joke [OPEN]
WHO: Nia
WHAT: Harvesting, bandit-battling, and training-watching!
WHERE: Farms in Stars territory, and the Court of Stars proper
WHEN: 9/14 - 9/22
WARNINGS: ???
NOTE: I'll match formats for your response.
Stardew Valley
A proper harvest swept up everyone fit to work as a rule, right down to children just old enough to follow behind their parent and scoop up dropped grain or catch a stray sheaf of wheat that the scythe missed. Most of the time, everyone involved worked with a ruthless efficiency born of practice -- grip, swing, slice, bag, backswing, repeat robotically till the field lay bare.
But sometimes that went wrong. An unexpected hole or bump in the ground turned an ankle; a slight misjudgment from exhaustion or hunger made a sweep of the scythe catch skin instead of stem; particularly now, an inexperienced harvested made a simple error with painful consequence. Or someone just worked too hard and too long, pulled a muscle or simple exhausted themselves to the point of serious pain. And then Nia had a role to play.
"Hey! Hey!" came the cry from a nearby field, making Nia's long ears perk slightly. Her Blade form might be impractically attired for a harvest, but it was impractically attired for everything and that didn't really matter -- so dashing across the field to where the cry had come from was a simple jog despite the sweeping sleeves and flowing hair.
At the end of the harvested section, she found a man gripping his ankle and swearing up a storm at a gopher hole. Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened there, did it? She dropped to her knees beside him, and with a soothing word, held out her hands to his leg. Very faint light shone forth, washing over the sprained joint with soothing warmth. It took a while -- way longer than it should have -- but finally the pain left the farmer's face, replaced with sincere appreciation as he waggled his foot and found no soreness or looseness at all. "Thank you, miss," he said, warmly indeed as they both got to his feet. But he didn't have time for more courtesy than that, which Nia understood; she got out of his way as he picked up his scythe, moving back to the path between fields.
"Stronger every time, by the smallest bit," she murmured, looking at her hands as she walked. Interesting.
All right. Time to find the next person she could help.
Bandits!
"Oh, bloody hell."
Six on one was a pretty unfair fight, especially when two of them had bows. Now it was fairer than anyone thought -- Nia had her blade out and stood ready, the weapon back in her right hand as she held her left hand up to the group -- but she was also a hell of a lot weaker than she liked, and it didn't look like some miracle would change that any time soon. Well, crap. Maybe she could stall them --
"Just cut her down," said the wiry one in the middle, the one actually carrying a sword. "We don't have time for this."
Well, double crap.
Nia flung a ball of water at one of the bowmen, just enough to knock him back and send an arrow into the ground instead of her chest, and in the same moment jumped (all anime-style) in a backflip that carried her over the other shot and a dozen feet backwards. Sometimes all you could do was buy time. Teeth gritted, she brought the Catalyst Scimitar forward to guard herself...
Train, Train
So if all this, plus her talks with Strider and Aqua had taught her anything, it was how badly she needed people to trust around here. So with her duties done for the moment and no pressing need for healing or battle on the front lines of farming, Nia mirrored back to the Court of Stars to peer in on people training there.
If that's you -- be it sparring, practicing against a dummy, teaching a class, or whatever you have -- you get a cat-eared girl dropping in on you, curious to see what you're doing and how you're doing it.
WHAT: Harvesting, bandit-battling, and training-watching!
WHERE: Farms in Stars territory, and the Court of Stars proper
WHEN: 9/14 - 9/22
WARNINGS: ???
NOTE: I'll match formats for your response.
Stardew Valley
A proper harvest swept up everyone fit to work as a rule, right down to children just old enough to follow behind their parent and scoop up dropped grain or catch a stray sheaf of wheat that the scythe missed. Most of the time, everyone involved worked with a ruthless efficiency born of practice -- grip, swing, slice, bag, backswing, repeat robotically till the field lay bare.
But sometimes that went wrong. An unexpected hole or bump in the ground turned an ankle; a slight misjudgment from exhaustion or hunger made a sweep of the scythe catch skin instead of stem; particularly now, an inexperienced harvested made a simple error with painful consequence. Or someone just worked too hard and too long, pulled a muscle or simple exhausted themselves to the point of serious pain. And then Nia had a role to play.
"Hey! Hey!" came the cry from a nearby field, making Nia's long ears perk slightly. Her Blade form might be impractically attired for a harvest, but it was impractically attired for everything and that didn't really matter -- so dashing across the field to where the cry had come from was a simple jog despite the sweeping sleeves and flowing hair.
At the end of the harvested section, she found a man gripping his ankle and swearing up a storm at a gopher hole. Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened there, did it? She dropped to her knees beside him, and with a soothing word, held out her hands to his leg. Very faint light shone forth, washing over the sprained joint with soothing warmth. It took a while -- way longer than it should have -- but finally the pain left the farmer's face, replaced with sincere appreciation as he waggled his foot and found no soreness or looseness at all. "Thank you, miss," he said, warmly indeed as they both got to his feet. But he didn't have time for more courtesy than that, which Nia understood; she got out of his way as he picked up his scythe, moving back to the path between fields.
"Stronger every time, by the smallest bit," she murmured, looking at her hands as she walked. Interesting.
All right. Time to find the next person she could help.
Bandits!
"Oh, bloody hell."
Six on one was a pretty unfair fight, especially when two of them had bows. Now it was fairer than anyone thought -- Nia had her blade out and stood ready, the weapon back in her right hand as she held her left hand up to the group -- but she was also a hell of a lot weaker than she liked, and it didn't look like some miracle would change that any time soon. Well, crap. Maybe she could stall them --
"Just cut her down," said the wiry one in the middle, the one actually carrying a sword. "We don't have time for this."
Well, double crap.
Nia flung a ball of water at one of the bowmen, just enough to knock him back and send an arrow into the ground instead of her chest, and in the same moment jumped (all anime-style) in a backflip that carried her over the other shot and a dozen feet backwards. Sometimes all you could do was buy time. Teeth gritted, she brought the Catalyst Scimitar forward to guard herself...
Train, Train
So if all this, plus her talks with Strider and Aqua had taught her anything, it was how badly she needed people to trust around here. So with her duties done for the moment and no pressing need for healing or battle on the front lines of farming, Nia mirrored back to the Court of Stars to peer in on people training there.
If that's you -- be it sparring, practicing against a dummy, teaching a class, or whatever you have -- you get a cat-eared girl dropping in on you, curious to see what you're doing and how you're doing it.