[Speaking of rude tbh... D gives him an extra frown for his troubles, sitting up and brushing snow off his everything. The soreness is already starting to spread, but he does seem to be in one piece without any breaks.]
I'm sure you would. [He means it... but fine, thanks. Not out loud, but thanks. He glances at his cuff.]
I... am not sure how to tell if it's stopped working, exactly.
[That actually gets a pause out of Mikael, because honestly? He's not too sure himself. He'll just offer the advice that he used himself to determine.]
Just check if it can still do things or whatever.
[Yes, so helpful. His pack seems fine, and so slinging that back into place, he reaches for the knife at his waist instead. Still good.]
Without those carriages, we won't get back in one night.
[That's remarkable, excellent advice. D checks to see if it will still do the only thing he really knows how to do - communicate - and, hm. Maybe if he tries again...]
Jeeps. [Idly, because at least he knows what a jeep is. After try number three with the cuff, he sighs.]
[The single word of a correction gets a piercing glare from Mikael, but he decides not to act on that. And it's just that that spares D-- he doesn't feel like murder right now. Carriage, jeep, whatever.
The answer about the cuff gives him an idea of the situation, though, and he looks up to the sky to find the sun and measure the time. It's harder in this setting. The 'days' were slower, and the nights not always reliable. He notes they're still close enough to the cliffs...]
You couldn't just talk to that creature back there? [Belatedly, he asks this. What use are your powers, plant man???]
[Don't hate, he's just saying. And now he'll actually rise up out of the snow, as it's getting too cold.
He's poking through some other functions on the cuff just because - it turns out you still can draw pointless smudges, but they won't go anywhere, how helpful - when he looks up again, raising an eyebrow. Okay, that isn't how it works...]
Would you be in the mood to talk if dozens of angry, armed men were attacking you?
[A beat. Well, this is Mikael...] I couldn't get close enough, even if I had wanted to.
[An answer to that first question, actually, as he pointedly stares at D. But that latter comment is more forgivable, and he turns towards the cliffs and gestures for D to follow, walking that way.]
Come on. We're on the opposite side and we're going to need shelter at some point. Are you cold?
[Hiking, without his shovel... D sighs, tugging his sleeve down over his cuff and following. As before, unless there's something hungry and animal nearby that bears knowing about, he's fine with Mikael calling the shots. Most of the shots.]
..... Good. It's going to be a pain when the cold sets in too much.
[For a multitude of reasons. Shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm as he can for now, he trudges along at a decent pace, eyes focused ahead.]
They probably left without us and whoever else got knocked away. ...I didn't think we'd survive a fall like that, either.
You didn't happen to pack matches? [Wry, because of course they are woefully unprepared. One does not fall off a cliff prepared to set up camp when they get to the bottom.
He looks up at the cliff face as he walks, like it will help. Ugh.]
Well, I am not expecting a search and rescue. I wonder if we've already been declared dead.
[There's no immediate reply to the match comment since he's sure D knows the answer, but the 'declared dead' thing gets an audible scoff from Mikael.]
If they have, they'll be faced with their poor faith! I wouldn't die so easily.
[Despite literally just saying he should have. Details.] We should search the few trees along the way. What we need is wood that isn't too wet from the snow.
[Wow, enthusiasm- that takes him by surprise, a little bit. He'll reserve comment on that, since he's sure the instructors don't really care about "poor faith"...]
And somewhere to put it... Would you prefer gathering sticks or finding a drier place?
Father used to take me camping quite often, when I was a child. [The absolutely saccharine way he says it points out what a load of nonsense it is. Camping with pops... no. But still:]
Under ordinary circumstances, I would outlive you.
[So, yeah. Non-ordinary circumstances include Mikael stabbing him for being annoying, honestly. Now let him go peer at a tree of his own...]
[Just to be clear. But as grumpy as he sounds, those words aren't aggressive... He steps into some of the piles of snow around his tree, kicking when it seems to give more than the rest in search of wood. Strange methods and patterns aside, he probably manages to gather a few sticks or branches here and there...
All the way up to the cliffside.]
Too bad we can't get up there as easily as before.
[He wasn't doubting anyone's skills, please... Twig-gathering puts that topic to rest, mercifully, until they reach the foot of the cliff. It's even bleaker up close, how lovely. D looks up, frowning, then off to the side.]
Do you have any guess how far it is to get around? [He doesn't have enough snacks for this...]
A day or two? In this world's time. That's just a guess.
[A really, really rough guess, considering how much they've been able to travel by jeep or with the help of super powered individuals. Moving against the side of the cliff, he finds a nice area that angles inwards and offers a bit of shelter and drops the sticks in a pile there, eyeing them for a good minute.
It's a moment of deep thought before he finally crouches and pulls out a blade and gets on starting the fire. NOT REALLY SURE HOW THIS WORKS SO JUST IMAGINE HIM STRUGGLING WITH IT HERE...]
[D hums, noncommittal and clearly not very pleased with the prospect of hiking in the snow for a few Ajna days. At least in Sector Z they'd had supplies and fire users, and not - whatever Mikael's trying to do with the sticks.
Helpful as always, D does not offer a hand, but instead nudges some little stones away from a spot on the ground and takes a seat. He'll wait, leaning his chin on his hand and looking out and away from their chosen spot.]
Away from here. [sigh...] Such a shame; perhaps we could have gotten a ride, if I'd had a moment with it away from all the— excitement.
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I'm sure you would. [He means it... but fine, thanks. Not out loud, but thanks. He glances at his cuff.]
I... am not sure how to tell if it's stopped working, exactly.
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Just check if it can still do things or whatever.
[Yes, so helpful. His pack seems fine, and so slinging that back into place, he reaches for the knife at his waist instead. Still good.]
Without those carriages, we won't get back in one night.
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Jeeps. [Idly, because at least he knows what a jeep is. After try number three with the cuff, he sighs.]
It isn't connecting.
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The answer about the cuff gives him an idea of the situation, though, and he looks up to the sky to find the sun and measure the time. It's harder in this setting. The 'days' were slower, and the nights not always reliable. He notes they're still close enough to the cliffs...]
You couldn't just talk to that creature back there? [Belatedly, he asks this. What use are your powers, plant man???]
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He's poking through some other functions on the cuff just because - it turns out you still can draw pointless smudges, but they won't go anywhere, how helpful - when he looks up again, raising an eyebrow. Okay, that isn't how it works...]
Would you be in the mood to talk if dozens of angry, armed men were attacking you?
[A beat. Well, this is Mikael...] I couldn't get close enough, even if I had wanted to.
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[An answer to that first question, actually, as he pointedly stares at D. But that latter comment is more forgivable, and he turns towards the cliffs and gestures for D to follow, walking that way.]
Come on. We're on the opposite side and we're going to need shelter at some point. Are you cold?
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Unbearably so? Not yet, but the day is young.
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[For a multitude of reasons. Shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm as he can for now, he trudges along at a decent pace, eyes focused ahead.]
They probably left without us and whoever else got knocked away. ...I didn't think we'd survive a fall like that, either.
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He looks up at the cliff face as he walks, like it will help. Ugh.]
Well, I am not expecting a search and rescue. I wonder if we've already been declared dead.
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If they have, they'll be faced with their poor faith! I wouldn't die so easily.
[Despite literally just saying he should have. Details.] We should search the few trees along the way. What we need is wood that isn't too wet from the snow.
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And somewhere to put it... Would you prefer gathering sticks or finding a drier place?
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[Difficulty level is another discussion, but. He's heading towards a tree along the way right now, eyeing other ones scattered about.]
Do you know anything about survival, at least?
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Under ordinary circumstances, I would outlive you.
[So, yeah. Non-ordinary circumstances include Mikael stabbing him for being annoying, honestly. Now let him go peer at a tree of his own...]
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[Just to be clear. But as grumpy as he sounds, those words aren't aggressive... He steps into some of the piles of snow around his tree, kicking when it seems to give more than the rest in search of wood. Strange methods and patterns aside, he probably manages to gather a few sticks or branches here and there...
All the way up to the cliffside.]
Too bad we can't get up there as easily as before.
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Do you have any guess how far it is to get around? [He doesn't have enough snacks for this...]
woops I'm still alive here too
[A really, really rough guess, considering how much they've been able to travel by jeep or with the help of super powered individuals. Moving against the side of the cliff, he finds a nice area that angles inwards and offers a bit of shelter and drops the sticks in a pile there, eyeing them for a good minute.
It's a moment of deep thought before he finally crouches and pulls out a blade and gets on starting the fire. NOT REALLY SURE HOW THIS WORKS SO JUST IMAGINE HIM STRUGGLING WITH IT HERE...]
That thing's awake now. I wonder where it went.
shh i'm not doing tags
Helpful as always, D does not offer a hand, but instead nudges some little stones away from a spot on the ground and takes a seat. He'll wait, leaning his chin on his hand and looking out and away from their chosen spot.]
Away from here. [sigh...] Such a shame; perhaps we could have gotten a ride, if I'd had a moment with it away from all the— excitement.