Oh but don't bowl me over [open to all!]

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and everyone taking this job!
When: 05/05 - 05/31
Where: Halls of Glory
What: Small description or summary
Rating: Ranging from G, to PG-13, to R. After all, we're not safe for work.




A: General cleaning

To those who knew Caren...it might have been a bit of a surprise. That she was so good at this. Most of the time, she seemed to laze about, not asking for much, reading and seeing about her needs, and not anyone elses.

But here, she was very earnest. Almost too much so. She had scrubbed the courtyard until her hands were raw, and now...was bare foot, and stringing up the clotheslines. Anyone coming up while she's in the midst of this gets a warning.

"I hope your shoes are clean, or you're bare foot. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you for marring up this part of the courtyard." She didn't even look at the person as she said it. She was standing on a stool, barefoot, as she put up the linens. How did she see that person? Magic?

Maybe.

B: Bulletin Board

This part of the job was almost impossible. Really. The notes were tawdry, perhaps more so due to Heaven's feel, and the fact of the matter was, it was...rather something. She kept pausing in the midst of her tearing things down, and staring at some of them.

And sometimes, she even commented.

"No woman would want such a thing. It'd hurt her back." "If it's so big, how could he even fight?" "...ah, I wasn't aware of this pairing."

And so on.

C: Armory

Some of these things made no sense for uniforms. Some of it was all sorts of sizes, for one, but she could understand...at least some of them. After all, her room mates were a great example of various diverse sizes. It was all about getting everything in the right order though. She ended up having to play the game of match the sizes, and making it into a fairly neat pile. Although...some of them, she wasn't quite so certain as to what to do with them.

With a frown, she ended up holding a uniform top. Or, in this case, not much of a top; it looked as if it was designed to show the underboob of a woman. Was there...oh. She plucked it out, and frowned, finding a man's shirt, designed the same way.

...who in the world would or could wear a shirt like that.

D: Roof

"....heh."

Caren stood on the roof, seeing all too many crows. Instead of dressed to clean, however, she was wearing what could only be refeered to as her battle attire. And there was already some monday leftovers on her leg, and some on her back. She tried to be nice about it. This was a job better someone with charm, maybe even natural charm. Instead, things were about to come to a head.

She unfurled her shawl around her.

"It seems you're ready to become target practice." If she wasn't stopped, she would start using her weapon to whack crows too and fro off the roof. Or you can help her, or watch or...even get hit by cloth or a crow. Doesn't matter to her, really.

E: Where the Glory is

She wasn't sure how there was so much art. Really, she didn't think it did anyone any good. Just a lot of gaudy pieces, some of them that were quite untrue. She had been set to taste at polishing some of the pieces. But some of them...

She took a moment to look under a leaf or two, and made a noise.

"You wish." She muttered, before going back to work.

F: Shopping list

This was not how she wanted to spend her afternoon. She had things that she wanted to do, mostly in the way of sparring. And now...there was this.

With a glower, she came up to the next person who she came across, and shoved the list their way.

"Take this. I've no idea what half of these things are, and I do not wish to go shopping. It's easy colle. Enjoy."

G: Wild card!

If you don't see anything here that works for you, feel free to come up with something else!

Comments

A

[impulsives]

[ Considering most of Shinn's routine this few weeks is being bossed around by Caren, the youth was... Quite shocked at the fact that the bossy woman is HANGING CLOTHES!

Forget the threat, he's more surprised by this.

...Also he's bare-footed. ]

...Huh. Didn't know you're actually helping out.

[showsnopiety]

[Lucky, lucky Shinn, he doesn't die right away! Instead he is recruited. Shinn is now part of the wicked vixen's party. Would you like to join? No? Too bad.]

I'm not above doing work.

[She takes a few moments to clip up a pair of pants, neat and precise. It's done so quickly and with the ease of long practice, it's clear she's used to this.]

Come over here. It'll go by more quickly with a second pair of hands.

[impulsives]

[ rip shinn. ]

...Fine.

[ He's going to approach her, clearly not liking this, but considering he's carrying a basket of laundry meant to be hung. Well, he might as well right...

As if it's any difference than his usual routine. ]

d

[baka_jyanai]

-It was time to straight murder some crows. Cirno was in much the same condition as Caren, having had just as much luck with peaceful methods, and now her sword was out, slammed into the ground below and already creating a large patch of ice around her. Which wouldn't effect the crows, much, but would give her plenty of room to move around swiftly.-

Wanna make a bet on who can take out the most?

[showsnopiety]

[No one was going to be able to use the roofs for awhile after this. (Though who would want to, but the bird brained themselves?). Seeing the patch of ice, Caren stepped carefully aside, as she shook out her shawl.]

No. There's no need, so long as they are taken out.

[That's Caren all right, a girl with all the right priorities. Also she didn't want to encourage Cirno to do something stupid.

Well.

More stupid then what they're doing now.]

[baka_jyanai]

You're no fun. -But Cirno didn't pout, and rather got a wild smile on her face when she began to skate towards the flock, swinging her blade out and casting forth a flurry of sleet their way, aiming to take them down in waves.-

Closed: Sion, Early May

[showsnopiety]

[She was, to say the least, a perfectionist. When she didn't know how to do something, she was trying to figure out how to, to the point of running herself to the ground. Even if there were bruises, raw hands, scrapes-even broken bones-it was worth it.

Everything was worth it if it meant that she could perfect her weapon and be useful to those out in the field, whether it was during a dungeon or at war.

Besides, Gilgamesh was waiting for her. Or waiting for the day she ranked up. He was hers, and even if he wasn't the one she knew, she wanted her Servant again.

Perhaps that was what had caused her to work herself to a nub. She had been up at predawn, and worked in the training area. Weapons, mana practice, various sparring matches, shadowing and drills. Not to mention, she had been testing the limits of her shawl and trying to ensure she could handle its weight and train her body to make snap decisions. Muscle memory needed something to rely on.

But while she knew that pawns were, supposedly, weaker than various other counter parts, she hadn't realized how bad it could be with mana deprivation. She had been teasing Adra on and off about it, but she felt empty. It was not the usual comforting feeling that she usually felt, but one that meant she was at her limits.

Which was fine. She would be fine. It wasn't the first time she had stretched herself to her limits. She just needed to clean up, bandage the worst of it, and head to the hall for something to eat.

But there was blood pounding in her ears. She managed to get close enough, to the hall outside of the dorm. But a wave of dizziness came over her, and she found herself sliding down, an arm against the wall and soon her legs against the floor. She needed to calm her pounding heart. She needed to breathe.

Damn her delicate body.]

[sunderings]

[ She is in his arms before she fully sinks to the floor, held close and dear with a hand cradling the back of her head, the other supporting her hips, her legs, as her chin rests atop his shoulder. Her hair is damp with sweat, he notes, as his fingers smooth over the locks in the very same shade as his own, and her heartbeat is a palpable thing as it reverberates through him, her chest pressed to his own as he walks forward in slow, even strides befitting of a King who carries with him something precious.

...someone like a sibling, a little sister, and it is no wonder that some believe the relation to be true when their habits so closely mirror each other's own. She is given to immersing herself in her training, waking before the light in order to use the day to its fullest extent, to test her limits and to break them. For this very same reason, he does not take his rest, given as he is to exploring this realm and its practice of magic, and yet...

How he wished she would take care to mind herself, so that she did not collapse in the corridor just outside the dormitory. Mana bonds bloom fast between them, the exchange warming their embrace, and Sion cannot help but take note of her bruises, the exhaustion which is written in the delicate lines of her body.

Still, he turns his head, presses his nose to her hair as he speaks gently: ]

You worked hard today.

[ ...no, he cannot scold her, for doing what he has done so many times before. But surely, he can carry her to their shared quarters and tend to her there, healing the scrapes of her palms and more. It will not be the first time he's mended her, and it will not be the last—in this way, among others, they are tethered. Held fast. And there are times (now, for example) when he wonders what she must think of him, a perfect stranger met once upon a dream turned a caretaker, of sorts. ]

[showsnopiety]

[She didn't know what was with his sense of timing. But she could not bring herself to be irritated; she was too tired, her breathing still too heavy for a person who was near prone. Here she was cradled, like a child, she thought. She hadn't been as one, but then she might not have tolerated it, even at a young age.

And yet...here, there is the comfort of darkness sinking into her skin, promising horrors and calamity to any that would stand in his way.

The mana that twines around them both, is brought in from the air, is better than if it were brought in from Potekmin, or Shinn. One thought her a bully (rightly so) and the other was mildly concerned about her. Neither would have reacted right to her sinking down onto the floor like this. Her golden eyes open, and shut again. It's easier to keep her eyes closed; she still feels dizzy.]

Yes.

[She murmurs the word, without even sounding snide or grumpy as her usual. How many blisters has he healed, how many more would he see to? She doesn't even complain, knowing what's to come. She's not used to having a caretaker, as she's told him once, and told him many times before. But at least she's limp enough not to make his quick journey a difficult one.]

Don't waste mana.

[It's routine, her mutter, almost reflex now. He doesn't need to use it on her. Sometimes, she's certain he practices healing spells on her like some sort of practice dummy.]

a

[facultative]

[Cleaning was not something he typically did, the Jedi Temple had droids and the Temple employees to handle that and sometimes younglings were instructed to help too. So Anakin hasn't done this in a while, but it's a reasonable request and it's only right they help out when asked to.

He's bringing a basket of linens to dry and he stops and glances down at his shoes at her words. He keeps his things in good condition and while his boots aren't spotless at least he hasn't trailed in mud or dirt behind him.]

They're clean.

[However he frowns when he realises who was talking to him. She was familiar somehow, like he'd fought alongside her at one point.]

[showsnopiety]

Good.

[It's reasonable, and there was a sudden trash and activity, what with the heroes suddenly dropping in. Or at least, that was the impression Caren had been given.

It would be interesting if she was wrong.

Her head peers around the sheet she was putting on the line, and she frowns. That face...she's seen it before. Where? Not in the ships, she thinks. It had been a busy time. The fort? She can't recall. It's vague, and bothersome.]

...are you here to help with the linens?

[It's more or less an excuse to bring him closer, and talk. Perhaps if they interact a little more, she'll know where he's from.]

[facultative]

[He raises the basket slightly.]

And bring more.

[Anakin steps up next to her and it's only because of the stool she's standing on that they're closer to eye level now.]

I know this might sound weird, but have we met before?

c

[sediments]

[ Cracking open a treasure chest in the same armoury, Bolin expects to be greeted with something shining and gold, and perhaps some reveal music playing distantly in the background.

Instead, he's greeted with a cloud of dust that sends him into a coughing fit, and a maze of spiderwebs covering the garments hidden underneath. He frowns, not frightened by the prospect of a giant spider, but not all that keen to reach into the chest with just his hand. It's lucky then that he glances back at Caren, noticing what she happens to have in her hand. ]

Hey Caren, if you're done with that rag can I use it?

[ He is, of course, assuming the fanservice shirt is a rag. ]

[showsnopiety]

[Bolin, for the last time you're not Link. Thanks for not breaking open all of the vases you found though, BTW.

But hearing Bolin's voice, she glanced over to him. Glanced back to the shirt. And back at Bolin.

NAAAAAAH.]

It's not a rag. It's a shirt.

[She dangles it in her pinched fingers so he can see what she's got in her grip. She even waves it a little to make it more obvious.]

Part of the uniform, if what I've noticed is correct.

[sediments]

[ ... Really?

Bolin squints at it a little, getting up from his crouch over the treasure chest to wander over to Caren and look curiously at the "shirt". Then again, apparently women wore underwear to the beach now so maybe it makes sense. ]

Oh, like a bra?

[ Except bras usually aren't so flimsy, at least in his experience. ]

D

[theskyenceguy]

[honestly, at this point, Ema was beginning to wonder if chasing birds was going to become some sort of pattern. should she add "bird exterminator" to her resume?? between the seabirds at Graupera and the crows at the Hall of Glory, she was certainly getting good at the whole "chasing away pests" thing]

[then again, it's not like it was hard]

Hyyyyyyaaa!

[she cries out as she shoots one of the three-legged crows with a paintball. the poor creature squawks and flaps away]

After today I don't think I ever want to see another bird again, honestly.

[showsnopiety]

What about chicken?

[Caren, thankfully, did not have anything to do with the whole fowl incident in the tower, with the Graupera birds and their poop. It really wasn't her style. Instead, she got to bond with Minato down below.

And now she got to snap around a cloth as if this was a locker room, and all of the crows were her team mates.]

Or some other bird you'd like to eat? You could consider it a form of revenge.

[At least Caren didn't say anything about Ema eating crow? Then again, she might have been shot if she did.]

[theskyenceguy]

Only if it's cooked and served to me hot on a plate with a side of vegetables.

[in other words, that didn't count in Ema's book]

Hmm. A side of potatoes, probably. Covered in gravy and butter.

[this sounded like the least healthy meal ever]

D

[dogtrainer]

( This girl before her... Scathach could swear that she had seen her somewhere, even though her memory about it is pretty blurry and hazy.

But that's another question for another day. For now... )

You're speaking to me, or those crows?

( Which work for her either way. She's here to take care of some goddamned crows herself. )

[showsnopiety]

The crows.

[She smiled slightly. There was something about the woman...something of a vague memory of a lance and a cat. But for now, there was a battle ahead of them. Casually, Caren ducked out of the way when a crow decided to fling more leftovers.

Lovely.]

If you want to play later, I would rather take it to the practice grounds.

[dogtrainer]

Just thought I should ask.

( Oh whoops, one incoming leftover! ...Which Scathach just dodged with the slightest of movement. )

So we're having crows for dinner today.

( Said with a deadpan tone as she sasually spun her spear behind her as she prepared herself. Such action might work to shield herself from more attacks, even. )

F

[unguilty]

[ Two... can play the same game? If the lady Ortensia expected Arjuna of all people to be happy doing chores like this, oh how wrong she was. ]

How do I refuse your offer without hurting your feeling now?

[ There is nothing genuine about his tone. It's so full of Archer-class' cynicism and sarcasm. Made much better with his shit-eating grin plastered right on his face, especially. ]

[showsnopiety]

[She considered him, tilting her head. And she offered him a very sweet, very insincere smile.

Ah. Should she claim this brat or no? That was the question. She could hit on him. Or hit him. Choices, choices.]

What a daring question. Perhaps this is merely an excuse, and I may impose myself on you.

Regrettably.

[Ah yes. If it's the shopping trip from hell, that'd perk up both their days.]

E

[sakeplz]

Jiroutachi was quite the sneaky sword when he wanted to be. Which was how he'd ended up behind her. Of course, when she commented on what was under the leaves, he just had to have a look under one of the other statues. You know, for the sake of curiosity!

"But what if they are that blessed?"

He looked over at her with a big smile. "Seems like they'd have a lot of fun!"

[showsnopiety]

What a sneaky sword. Caren jumped in the midst of all of her buffing and huffed, twisting to see who was talking. And looked up. And up.

My, what big eyes you have Jiroutachi.

"If they are, then I'd have to see it to believe it." She told him, raising her eyebrows. "I've heard far too many empty brags and have been disappointed too many times to be hopeful."