08-26-2018, 08:27 AM
Enter Leroy.
All that was accomplished by this guy during the past few sessions was complaining, finding an interesting thing or three, and more complaining. And now, due to his useless foot, the amount of labour he could pull off was severely limited.
He didn’t need to be at the forest. He could have walked straight home and it would have been accepted. Though his injury was not major, it seemed to get in the way of things, and when people worked, disturbances and interruptions such as groans and grievances weren’t widely accepted.
Yet, he did show up. His obsessive need to do things dragged him out once more, the same urge that got him to work for Aya, the same incentive that lured him to stay in Tanglewood as a whole. And he was not going to leave until his desires were satisfied, that’s a fact.
The boss-man and Ophelia were already here. The icy samoyed have the call that once a tree is cut down, relocate it to another place; that wasn’t going to happen. He could do the cutting, but the pushing was out of his best ability currently. That being said, he was more than happy to cleave the lives of a few trees short. "I’m wit’ya, hold on," an assurance escaped his jaw in the direction of his feline friend, whom the shaggy mutt precedently found himself working with. Clutching the saw in the canine’s teeth, amalgamated words departed his cheeks. ”Juss beef carebul, I don’ wamb ma fuckin’ anka ta falve ofb (which roughly translated to “Just be careful, I don’t want my fucking ankle to fall off”).
All that was accomplished by this guy during the past few sessions was complaining, finding an interesting thing or three, and more complaining. And now, due to his useless foot, the amount of labour he could pull off was severely limited.
He didn’t need to be at the forest. He could have walked straight home and it would have been accepted. Though his injury was not major, it seemed to get in the way of things, and when people worked, disturbances and interruptions such as groans and grievances weren’t widely accepted.
Yet, he did show up. His obsessive need to do things dragged him out once more, the same urge that got him to work for Aya, the same incentive that lured him to stay in Tanglewood as a whole. And he was not going to leave until his desires were satisfied, that’s a fact.
The boss-man and Ophelia were already here. The icy samoyed have the call that once a tree is cut down, relocate it to another place; that wasn’t going to happen. He could do the cutting, but the pushing was out of his best ability currently. That being said, he was more than happy to cleave the lives of a few trees short. "I’m wit’ya, hold on," an assurance escaped his jaw in the direction of his feline friend, whom the shaggy mutt precedently found himself working with. Clutching the saw in the canine’s teeth, amalgamated words departed his cheeks. ”Juss beef carebul, I don’ wamb ma fuckin’ anka ta falve ofb (which roughly translated to “Just be careful, I don’t want my fucking ankle to fall off”).