Humanitarian act the Chaotic version - RPLOG
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Date
29/8/476
Log
The Farm was busy as usual, but this time everyone efforts were focused on something else other then harvesting. Namely the removal of the debris and other things that the tornado had torn up. "Come on, get your backs into it!" Zarine shouts at a few of his workers as they try and lift the bell that had been thrown here by the tornado into a cart.
Arimia makes her way out to the farm and looks around, banded tail flicking behind her. She watches as the workers try to lift the bell for a few moments before making her way over. "I'm sure it's a rather heavy bell. May need more workers tryin' to move it."
Emmett the Goat arrives on the scene too, dressed for work and eager to get busy. At the very least, he did bring an axe for self-defense should it come to that. "Wow. Well, count me in!" he calls, rushing in to make his arms and back useful. He's not the biggest fellow (actually pretty average), but he's happy to lift where he can.
Sveta arrives on one of the carts inbound from Firmament, replete with lumber, brick, nails, metal rail and other building materials. A few tools stick out from the pockets of her work clothes, and there're more in the back of the cart courtesy of the craft school and various individuals, of course. The goshawk had been expecting a need for skilled hands before coming out here, but manual labour isn't out of the question, either. "I wonder if that thing's still functional," she mutters as she hops off onto the sodden, wrecked ground.
Actually making a somewhat punctual appearance, Dio strolls into the farm not long after the others and looks up the various debris, letting out a short and impressed whistle. "Ooh, I bet we could get that bell in the air before ya even know it with a good bit o' manly elbow grease." As he walks towards the others, the lion pulls down the sleeves of his coats and gives everyone a good flex of his leonine muscles in a brilliant show of bravado. "If most of us get under the thing, I'm sure we could do it. In fact, let's do it now!" Obviously quite excited, Dio heads for the bell in a quick pace, rubbing his hands and preparing to lift it up with a few stretches.
With the help of Dio and Emmett the Bell is easily lifted into the cart, the workers letting out a collective sigh as the heavy thing is not out of their hands. Zarine nods in thanks to them both. "Thank you kindly, I'm guessing you're here to help then?" He asks as he leans on the cart. "That Tornado did a number on the farm sadly, so there will be a lot of work."
Arimia watches as the bell is moved, making absolutely no move to help with it. She looks toward Zarine and says, "Selena or someone'd have my hide if they found out I sat 'round at home readin' while there's folk needin' help out here. Jus' don' go askin' me to do any heavy liftin'. I ain't much good at it."
Emmett looks relieved to have Dio's help; that made things much easier! The goat steps back once the bell is on the cart and lets out a deep sigh, lifting his chin. "Yes, that's right," he then answers Zarine. "Anything I can do to help out, I'd like to do. This affects everyone: farmer or fighter, commoner or noble."
Sveta shrugs, apparently feeling no remorse at watching both Emmett and Dio do the heavy lifting, although she does give the latter a nod of acknowledgement. "Is there anything that needs fixing or mending out here? Best to apply folks to whatever their talents best suit them for. Of course, if there's anything else that can be done..."
Dio crouches down and puts his hands under the bell, using his powerful legs to heave the bell up with the help of the workers and Emmett, taking a moment to wipe off his brow after the take was complete. Hopefully his display of strength impressed many a lady within the audience. "Indeed, I'm 'ere to help fer whatever needs doin'. Just point an' ol' lion in the right direction and I'll get things goin'."
"Well, one of the silos were damaged. We have a few broken carts, and some of the pens have been broken as well." Zarine lists off a few of the things that need to be fixed. Thankfuly there were no ladies for the Lion to impress, just more Farmhands working on fixing up the place.
Arimia flicks an ear and looks around, as though trying to spot the damaged items mentioned. But she's a city girl, and any damage to the farm buildings and the like would have to be pretty major for her to realize that's not what it's supposed to look like. "I'd suggest fixing the carts first. Then they can be used to help with other things."
Emmett makes a mental note of each. "Silo, carts, pens..." The goat strokes his chin, contemplating this. Arimia's suggestion catches his attention though. "It's possible, especially if we're going to work with the silo and whatever's suposed to be stored in there. I did bring my tool set as well."
Sveta rolls her eyes and shakes her head at Dio's display, although she graces him with a small smile. "Yes, that would be the most logical first step, Arimia. I think I've got some spare wheels and lumber in the back of my transport." She picks up a brisk pace, heading for a handful of the carts Zarine's just pointed out, and gives them a quick look over.
"Nothing too bad, just the spokes and axles are gone, and there're a few holes in the cart beds - the frames are still intact, and that's what matters. If you gentlemen could make another show of strength and bring me some wheels about this big-" the goshawk gestures with her hands - "that would be appreciated."
Having spent a few years or so around farms, such things repairs and things weren't totally out of his range of abilities. Though there were probably more crafty types that could patch a hole with more grace than simply putting a few planks of wood over it. "Some wheels, eh? Sure thing lass." With a nod to Sveta, the lion heads over to the goshawk's initial transportation and takes out a wheel about that big, one in each hand and dropping it in front of her.
Zarine walked up next to Sveta, a little impressed with her work as she manages to fix the carts. "Well, now I'm definitly glad I called the Freeswords for help..." He mutters, scratching an ear as he stands back and lets them work. The Animal pens and the Silos were next. The pens were mangled mostly, wooden planks making up its walls strewn all over the place, the cows no longer contained and roaming freely. As for the Silo, the entire right side of it was just the bare bones. The planks torn off by the strength of the winds.
Arimia flicks an ear and looks around. She starts to head toward the pens, but upon seeing the cows she abruptly changes course and makes her way toward the silo instead. "I'll climb up this thing an' work on getting the various loose an' ruined boards off an' out of the way. Then folk who know what they're doin' can start replacin' 'em." She looks over the silo again, looking for a ladder, stairs, or just a good part to start climbing.
Emmett lets out a chuckle and gets his tools handy. "Sounds good," he calls to Arimia. "I think I ought to be handy enough to help with these pens. Dunno so much about herding animals though," he says with a laugh. He starts gathering up what planks he can to see what can still be reused and what's junked, and he'll do repairs where he can. "We'll probably need some of your supply," he calls to Sveta.
