Winter Walk

[hot_mes]

Who: Law, Sanji, and Caedra [closed I guess]
What: a very long journey just to learn some stuff and not die on the way
Where: the frozen tundra and also a bunker
When: Feb 15-March ???
Warnings: nothing expected

Law might not have been very proactive forming a group this time, but really, the fewer the better in terms of supplies. The more people, the more they have to carry, the longer they have to stop to make a camp and prepare food, so on and so forth. But expecting it to take a good week or so, he couldn't wait too much longer before pulling his two companions aside and insisting they should get moving. Between his Devil Fruit, Caedra's magic (and lack of need for food), and Sanji's skills and preparation, he figures they'll be fine.

[ooc note: more prompts later depending on other game plots]

Comments

[abyssalarcana]

"Ugh, I know," she sighs. How annoying. Her hopes quite some time back of escaping the reach of the gods by walking away until their power over her faded were dashed when even doing that didn't let her planeshift home. That Door is absolutely the real problem.

"What if we just kill it," she suggests. "Get one of the godkillers from the Null and eliminate it. Maybe then it will stop chaining me here."

As if it was that easy. Yeah, sure, just go get something from the Null. No problem.

[hot_mes]

"That won't help," Law insists. "That'll just strand all of us here."

He doesn't know that for sure but it's his best educated guess. There, that should be enough fire to cook. They might only have that much of it, though, and then it's in for another cold night of huddling together. At least that works?

[abyssalarcana]

"It would make me feel better."

For like a minute, but the cold has made her more bitter than usual and it comes out in morbid sarcasm that isn't entirely sarcastic. At least with these two she doesn't need to pretend she's something she isn't.

What she is is cold, and the cooking fire isn't doing it. That's fine, she can sit up and snuggle up to Law. That part of this journey she has no complaints about.

[hot_mes]

"Yeah, yeah."

Likewise, Law isn't entertaining any grousing but also isn't telling anyone to knock it off, because he'll be the one griping in the cold next, he just knows it. It's easier and better for all of their collective sanity to just accept and brush off and move on to the next thing. Aha, yes, the next thing is sharing body heat, and for once he doesn't say a word, just drapes an arm aroun Caedra and pulls her against him. This is survival, not cuteness, and boy is it welcome. He shoots Sanji a look, hoping he doesn't throw a fit over it because Law's patience is not at all infinite.

[deviledlegs]

A fit? Oh no, Sanji is busy cooking up the protein that's going to keep them going for another damn day. He can't afford to throw a fit with precious food in his hands. Instead, he's sitting cross-legged on the other side of the fire and glaring red-hot daggers at Law's lame knuckle tattoos. Death, indeed, Law. Death, indeed. His own temperature is hotter than the cooking fire's at this point.

He doesn't say a word, silent and seething over his steaming skillet.

[abyssalarcana]

"Boys," Caedra sighs as she snakes an arm around Law's waist. At least Sanji has settled down since his ridiculous outburst-panic attack-tantrum on the ship. The memory of it makes her chuckle even now.

"So! How much farther do you think we need to go? The mountains always look like they're right there, so close. But then they keep staying out of reach. Maybe they move?"

At home, that wouldn't actually be an outlandish proposition and she doesn't entirely mean it as a joke. What if they do move? Or more plausibly, what if it is they, the travelers, who are prevented from getting any closer? It wouldn't be the first time she had seen such an eternal horizon.

[hot_mes]

Yeah, he can feel that roiling heat from here. Sorry not sorry, and basically countering the dagger-look with a deadpan, unimpressed one of his own.

"No, they're just that far away," he sighs. Part of the reason none of his jaunts of a few days here and there have ever gotten anywhere near any bunkers. "It's very much like being at sea. You spot the island a long time before you reach it." But, he feels like he's due a little complaining. "I have no idea but it's going to take days more, I'll bet."

[abyssalarcana]

"Mm. Should have captured one of those wyverns and roped it to a sled. Imagine how much faster we could have gone!"

And how much more trouble they would have had going in a straight direction, in keeping it from trying to eat them, and so on. But how exciting it would have been, riding in style in a craft pulled by a lesser dragon! They're bright, they're trainable. Follow orders or have scales plucked and food withheld. It's simple, really.