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Survival skills class -- desert edition -- open
Characters: Auron and anyone else who wants to make sand angels
Location: Desert right outside Death City
Rating: S for sandy
Time: Feb. 17 around 2 p.m.
Description: Auron teaches a few students how survive in a giant sandbox. With an assist from his partner
Yesterday's mission had tired out Auron, but not enough that he couldn't teach. He waited at the gates of Death City for the few students who seemed interested for a short field trip outside the walls.
((OOC: Comment on Auron's parts of the lecture and also have your own threads wherever. Threadjack!)
Building shelter
People might be wondering what the tarp was for. It was one of the most important parts of desert travel.
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Didn't make the sun any less relentless, chuckling away in the sky at what Kanji hoped wasn't the survival class. Knowing how to build a shelter was more than a little handy... he just hoped it wasn't a ton of work.
Not that he'd let himself come off as a lazy kid to this guy.
The tarp he understood, but what else was needed? ...Ugh, his shoes kept sinking into the soft sand. He swore it was the heat that was letting sand piss him off.
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But enough about that, Auron walked a little bit to find a bit of a valley between dunes. "There's a few things we can do with this tarp. Can anyone figure out how it should be anchored?"
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He'd never had a sunburn in his life, but he'd also never been stuck out in a desert before, either. He supposed this was good to know, and nodded, though his face stung: Why'd he have to get singled out like that? People were staring.
He held his head high regardless... screw 'em. Hell, he'd try and prove he wasn't a complete moron, and jumped right out with an answer.
"Weigh the corners with rocks, or... take summa these sticks like tent poles?"
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He walked over to a depression he'd dug into the sand. It was enough to fit a person or two in it. He draped the tarp over the hole, stretching it tight and weighing it down with sand on the sides.
"Better shelter because you're underground where it will always be cooler."
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"There a way you can pull these off without it?"
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Auron tugged at his own coat. "It's why if you're in the desert, you wear robes. It'll protect you and offer shelter if that's all you have."
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He'd have to pass on the robes, however. He tried to picture himself wearing some, and even then his frown deepened. He'll pass on being a laughingstock.
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"Yeah, yeah," he groused. Laugh it up, Auron.
But then a thought occurred to him. He remembered learning about the kinds of animals that live in the desert way back when.
"...A hole in the ground's not gonna keep out the scorpions or the poisonous snakes. There any measures for that?"
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I hope you don't mind...? a little negative cr to spice things up?
His face turned a little pale despite the heat, and he turned to start marching back into the city.
Oooh, Auron wouldn't have known that so yeah
"Is the heat getting to you?" he called out.
poor Auron, getting blamed by an angsty teen.... >_>
He stopped walking, but didn't turn around. He wasn't sure he wanted to, and he wasn't sure what else he'd could say to the man, either. And the last thing he wanted was to make a big scene.
At least he's not whiny like Tidus
I would personally strangle a whiny Takuto....
Maybe he'd go apologize later, when he could shake the feeling of betrayal he knew the man didn't deserve.