HMD

Aug. 6th, 2030 10:23 am
helluvachin: (Default)
Alright so you want to tell me what you think of this guy? This is the place to do it. Any and all crit is welcome but flames will be ignored.

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helluvachin: (Always watching over you)
It's done! We finally finished the house! I mean we still have to get it furnished and everything but the build is done! This is the best thing I've been a part of.

[Can you tells that he's excited?]

Uh, if anyone wants to drop by and see it go ahead. We could give a tour or something but it's not that big. Still, it's a house of our very own!

[Then his excitement dies down for a moment as something else comes to mind.]

Ryn, Tammy, you guys doing alright?

[Of his friends, it seems like they got hit the hardest from the fiasco earlier. Hopefully they're okay now that things are quiet again.]
helluvachin: (Face of a stranger)
Well, guess I won't be sleeping much on my back.

[Not that he sleeps much at all but he's doing his best to laugh this off.]

Ryn, I don't want to bug you, but you said you could heal my back right? Whenever you can get around to it I'd appreciate it.

[He'll just be sitting near the house until then. The pain he can handle, what bugs him is all the sitting around waiting for this to heal.]

All this for a stupid hole.
helluvachin: (Give me time to think)
Why hasn't anyone come back yet? Did their plan fail? There's something about this quiet. I don't like it.

[Even out in the forest things are getting to him.]

Is everyone alright?

[Please still be alive friends.]
helluvachin: (...Oh fuck me)
[Since starting the treehouse, Zachariah has thrown himself fully into the project. It's the only thing he's been concentrating on which means his journal is going ignored for the most part. If not for Abeni he would even be forgetting to eat. So when he finally checks his journal he's in for a bit of a shock.]

Uh...

[For a moment he's speechless. Are people really planning on ransacking the keep? Nothing about that sounds like a good idea.]

Just what's going on? Is everyone alright? Does anyone need help?

[Treehouse can wait for a moment because this sounds dangerous.]
helluvachin: (Always watching over you)
[What do you know? Zachariah is using video for once, and he's wearing the widest grin on his face. Judging by the trees behind him, he's just outside the forest.]

So I've been a little quiet lately because I've been busy, but I want to show what Abeni and I have been working on.

[He moves the journal and it pans upwards to show the makings of a treehouse in the branches, one big enough to live in.]

It's our home!

[When he turns the journal back toward him he's still beaming.]

Okay so it's not done yet but it's a pretty good start. A lot better than those stupid cells anyway.
helluvachin: (Looking towards the future)
So before I go cutting down the forest, is there any wood around here that I can get my hands on? I got something big I'm working on and could use anything I can get.

[Right now he sounds more than a little excited. It's been a while since he's had such a big project like this and he can't wait to get to work.]
helluvachin: (Looking towards the future)
You know what I really miss?

[Someone sounds much cheerier lately.]

Playing tag. I haven't done that since I was a kid.
helluvachin: (Looking towards the future)
[Despite the melee going nothing like he thought it would, it's still got him pumped. When's the last time he got to fight anyone like that? He can't really remember. He did spare with someone not long after he arrived here but it's not enough. At heart Zachariah is a boxer and he doesn't like staying away from it this long.

The problem is that he's not sure if anyone here even knows how to box. Of course, that's a problem he knows he can fix.]


So does anyone here want to learn how to box?

[Teaching won't be like having a real fight, but it's a step in the right direction.]
helluvachin: (...Oh fuck me)
Um...just uh, what's going on? I know new people arrive every once and a while but this is getting a little crazy. Crowds uh, crowds really aren't my thing.

[He finds himself throwing nervous looks over his shoulder just as he did back on Halis.]

Man I'm getting a real bad feeling about all this. Abeni you alright?
helluvachin: (Give me time to think)
[The wood creeks heavily as Zachariah opens the journal.]

Um, I could really use some help right now.

[There's another loud creek.]

I'm kind of afraid to move right now.

[Someone woke up as a Goron and he's afraid his big rocky butt is going to fall through the loft.]
helluvachin: (Watching my world shatter)
[Ever since that mistletoe incident Zachariah hasn't seen hide or hair of Iriel. Sure he avoided her a little since that day but now that he was looking for her he couldn't find a trace of her. He checked everyplace she would frequent but it was like she was never there to begin with. He was more than a little worried.]

Iriel? Where are you? Quit hiding.

[He waited for her to respond, and waited, and then waited a little more. Nothing.]

Come on Iriel this isn't funny. Where are you?

[Another pause as he waited for her to answer. Still nothing. This wasn't right. She should have answered by now.]

Iriel, come in. Respond.

[More waiting. More silence. Zachariah's pulse was racing.]

Peaches! Respond!

[Still no Iriel. His heart was slamming in his chest. He was beyond frantic now.]

Iriel!? IRIEL!?
helluvachin: (Face of a stranger)
I uh, I hate to ask this but uh, does anyone have any coins that I can borrow? I want to see if this phone actually works.
helluvachin: (Default)
Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? Is this happening to everyone? Did we do something wrong? Is this just some really shitty prank?

[One moment he's in his forge with Iriel and Ryn and the next he's suddenly handcuffed between them with a key in his hand, which doesn't seem to work on any of these locks. Why is it that every time things start looking normal again something like this happens?]
helluvachin: (Face of a stranger)
[During his recovery time Zachariah wasn't being completely useless. Since he told Kumatz he would at least attempt to make something she could defend herself with, he thought why he should just stop there. There was nothing here that he could really fix using his conventional tools so if he wanted to do something he needed to learn some new tricks. Luckily he found a book on smithing in library and had been reading that while his bones healed. Now it was time to see if he could put what he learned to use.

Unfortunately he met his first real problem as he entered the smithy and began setting everything up. There was no steel in here, absolutely none. That wasn't exactly helpful for someone aspiring to be a smith.]


Anyone seen any steel I could use around here? I'm kind of hoping to get the smithy up and running.

[Pause.]

Oh yeah, once I get this going I don't mind making anything someone might need, but um, I'm kinda new at least so it might not the be the best quality. Yet! I plan on getting a lot of practice at this so uh, hopefully I'll get better.

And uh, I don't really plan on making a lot of weapons either so please don't ask for them. Um, sorry.

[Unless he knew them particularly well, he didn't feel good about arming people in this keep. There was enough trouble here already. The big reason he still planned on getting Kumatz her knife was because he already told her he would and he didn't see her going around attacking people with it either.

Now that that was done Zachariah was going to search for any steel he could use.]
helluvachin: (Defeat is near)
A-Abeni..[Someone doesn't sound good at all.]...Need backup.

[That's about all he can manage right now. His right arm is broken, his ribs feel like their in pieces, and he's got one hell of a concussion. The guy is feeling like shit shat twice.

For now he's just gonna hole up in the kitchen and hide.]
helluvachin: (Face of a stranger)
So...anyone got something they need repaired?

[He's barely done anything since he got here and he's starting to go crazy. Right now he's sitting in the stables' loft juggling some of his tools.]
helluvachin: (Never stop moving)
[He's been wearing the same clothing since he showed up here and taking shelter in a stables full of animals. Needless to say that both him and his clothing are getting a little ripe. Problem is that those hotsprings are way too public for him, last thing he wants is people seeing his scars, and he's not stepping foot inside those barracks if he doesn't have to. Fortunately, after some scouting around, he's found a lake that should do the job. It's still out in the open, but it doesn't look as public as the keep.

After stripping down to his boxers, he quickly begins washing his clothes. His chest and back are almost completely covered with scars, and there are some running down his legs and arms as well. Once he thinks his clothes are clean enough, he'll jump into the water and try to wash some of that stink off of him. Those boxers aren't coming off though.]
helluvachin: (Face of a stranger)
Does anyone know if this place has any punching bags? Shadow boxing can only take a guy so far and I really don't want to start punching walls.

[Well someone sounds much more rested since he last spoke up.]
helluvachin: (Default)
[After playing with his journal for a bit he finally thinks he's got the hang of it. The feed starts and it's a shot of him sitting by the fountain. He looks absolutely exhausted. The bags underneath his eyes are even bigger now. Since his arrival here he can't even get what little sleep he used to.]

Is there any other place to sleep here besides those cells?
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