Come down with fire

[satanicpanics]

Who: Eddie & Carl
When: September
Where: Solvunn
What: Quest time is upon us
Warnings: Probably nothing, just prepping some crops



[ Shit’s not good. Shit’s really not good, and it’s turned Eddie right back into that frantic, nervous person that he hates so much, jumping at every noise and instinctively ready to run away when it suits him. If he wasn’t sleeping before, he certainly isn’t sleeping now, and he’s running on a steady stream of anxiety and shitty Inn coffee. The Free Cities and Thorne are burning. Solvunn has been spared, but for how long? Eddie doesn’t know how the politics of this world work (he doesn’t really know how the politics of his own world work either), but this is sounding like they’re on the verge of full on war, and that’s...great. Just great.

Helping with odd jobs serves as a good distraction, though, and he would like to help however he can. That's how he’s ended up with the least rock n roll job of them all: preparing sacks of grain to send to Thorne. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, made clear by the way he hesitates with the pest deterrent. He gears up to spray it, then stops, lowers his arm and turns to Carl. ]

So, uh...how much of this do you think they want us to use? Like, I’m not gonna poison everyone in Thorne if I spray one too many times, right?

[ It’s a genuine concern to have right now. Eddie doesn’t want to be the reason Solvunn is dragged into the fighting. ]

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[postocular]

[ The last thing he wanted to expect in this place was the rumors of war. Hearing that Thorne set parts of the Free Cities on fire and that some of their country is burning, too? None of it is good. How could they possibly be equipped for a magic war? Guns he's familiar with. The scariest part of a gun is the threat of being shot, but magic? That seems pretty fucking limitless.

Maybe because he's been through a kind of war before that he's able to keep a cooler head about it, though on the inside he's antsy and doesn't feel like he's doing enough to help. Thankfully, there are jobs that they can do to help that doesn't require being out in the thick of it. He'd asked if he could go help run supplies, and at first, he'd been disappointed when he was told no... but he gets it. Doesn't make it suck any less.

Carl stops what he's doing, looking up at Eddie curiously. Well.. It hadn't really been specified, had it? He offers a shrug, eyeing the sack of grain nearest to him. ]

I would guess that it doesn't need to be a lot? Enough to stick to the bag but not enough to soak it? Is that a thing?

[satanicpanics]

[ Eddie’s experience with war is practically non existent. The Cold War is still happening back home, but it’s just that: cold. No one is fighting, they’re just making threats like they’ve done for years. The anxiety that something might happen was always there, but it’s something that was easy to forget on a day to day basis. Whatever’s going on here is unavoidable, and it feels like Solvunn is just holding its breath waiting for something to happen. Eddie certainly is.

He would love to be more like Steve Harrington, ready to jump into action without giving it much thought, but he’s sort of the complete opposite of that. He’s the type of person who dwells on things and overthinks the danger in a situation. He’s also definitely laid awake at night, haunted by something stupid he said five years ago. Because of that, this job was his first choice. He’s not ready for a supply run yet, and while preparing crops might not feel or sound as helpful as a supply run, someone has to do it.

A little more instruction would have been nice, though. ]

I guess. Shit.

[ Clearly not confident at all, he sprays once and steps back, like he’s afraid the entire bag of grain is going to catch fire or something. When his fears are not confirmed, he leans forward again for another quick spray. He laughs good-naturedly, knowing how ridiculous he looks. ]

They really thought any dunce could do this, huh? What do you think? Am I gonna prove them wrong?