ataraxion | 009. text. username: MAGNETO

Yes. i think I've had enough practice on the mud
It'd be good to get off the ground.
wherever you have an open slot.

just claim a space. i'll be around to have a look in a couple of hours.

ok. Any factors i should consider
I guess besides no rot

tall enough to be out of reach of the rhinoceros bears not so tall that it will attract lightning upwind of the trenches a nice view

thanks erik. I'll keep all of that stuff in mind

see you in a few hours.

you're welcome.

[ may be a little stilted against the flow of conversation. it's hard to tell in text. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 07:25 (UTC)

I am yes.

i can help. find a tree and collect bark and leaf litter for insulation. the more fibrous the better.

I will collect, thank you.

I am making pile near tree. I should send you location?

( upon consideration, 'sending him location' means taking a picture of her tree and pile and then a different angle where he can see the nearest landmark to the camp. )

I'll meet you in camp and we can walk out when you're ready.

[ Assuming she isn't miles out, or that she won't mind a long awkward walk through the woods with MAGNETO if she is. ]

Now is a good time.

( it's only as awkward as you make it, sharkteeth. which is to say, it isn't going to be a very long walk - but she'd been inclined to carve out her own space, as it were. in approximately none of the various lives she's led has she been what you might call 'a team player' or 'really into all these people up in her grill'. )

[ Plans, arrangements, meeting places.

Thirty minutes later she’s trudging back through the jungle with a shipwrecked mutant in tow. He’s slick with sweat and doesn’t talk much, gingery whiskers dripping when he freezes to listen, one eye cottoned over blind and the other bitterly sharp.

The sun is high in its arc and most animal life is quiet in the shade, hunkered down, waiting for night.

After a moment, he shifts the pack on his shoulders and continues on without explanation. ]

( so roughly that awkward, then.

benevenuta - who introduced herself briefly as svenja, accent and terseness germanic, temperament apparently serene - accompanies him with shorter strides at a quicker clip to keep apace.

there's a moment where she considers asking, but -

he carries on, so she does, as well. this is probably not a serial killer set up.

the tree she's selected is a decent choice, strong trunk and branches, elevated, unsuitable for someone less athletic in a way that's probably deliberate. she stops at the bottom of it, shrugging her own backpack down off one shoulder as she scrutinises it and the pile she'd amassed in the meantime. )

[ Erik might’ve been a better fit for the serial killer mold before he lost half of his sight and a snip of his ear. Animal fangs have torn long tracks through the meat of his forearm; old scars pucker and pinch around excavated tissue that never grew back. The successful serial killer is charming, disarming, or at least unassuming.

He looks like trouble.

The tree she’s chosen is decent enough to pass a cursory inspection from below -- he sweeps a glance around the surrounding jungle before he leans to shrug out of his pack. ]

I’ll need to clear some of the surrounding forest for materials, [ he tells her, after a beat. Still catching his breath. ]

Unless you’d like to do the honors. [ The look he gives her in aside is not especially optimistic. She doesn’t look like much of a lumberjack. ]

( in comparison to trouble, she looks more like a serial killer.

mild-mannered and pleasant, quiet where he doesn't seem interested in conversation, soft hands, no visible scars (except what looks like it might be a brand, only partially visible on the back of her hip where the waistband of her leggings - purple, activewear, probably used to look great in the gym before survivalist jungle times - sits). she'd not quite jogged alongside him, but didn't tire; doesn't have any breath lost to catch when they stop.

her answering look is bland. maybe a little wry, caught in the right light. )

As entertaining as it would be, I think I leave that to you.

What can I do to help?