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BELLAMY BLAKE |
PLANS
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS TIMELINE OF EVENTS
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[Bellamy just lets 'new' slide with a shrug, because compared to other people, it definitely applies. He's not particularly explaining why the guy hasn't seen him around either, not when it involves dropping the word Unseelie.]
[There's a longer answer to that question, one that starts with joining the guard on the Ark and ends with necessity to survival - the training from above molded to suit the ground, leaving Bellamy in a better position than most of the delinquents to lead and conquer and kill.]
Hunting. Mostly. [Mostly.]
[There's a longer answer to that question, one that starts with joining the guard on the Ark and ends with necessity to survival - the training from above molded to suit the ground, leaving Bellamy in a better position than most of the delinquents to lead and conquer and kill.]
Hunting. Mostly. [Mostly.]
[He sighs a little, but he's not surprised. Since losing the lockets, he hasn't had much luck in finding anyone - he's beginning to wonder just how much hope he should have about it.] Yeah, I've kind of stopped expecting much on that end lately. Just doesn't hurt to try.
[There should be a 'thanks' in there as a follow up, but there...isn't. Though not on purpose!]
[There should be a 'thanks' in there as a follow up, but there...isn't. Though not on purpose!]
[He doesn't answer right away, glancing between the guy and the dead swans, his grip flexing on his axe.]
You got something other than a sword? [Because he's still working on mastering one of those - he's gotten far, but he's much better at hunting with axes or knives, and no way is he giving up any of his weapons to a stranger.]
You got something other than a sword? [Because he's still working on mastering one of those - he's gotten far, but he's much better at hunting with axes or knives, and no way is he giving up any of his weapons to a stranger.]
[he shrugs, reaching behind him to unsheathe a fairly large knife from his belt.]
This work?
[he doesn't see why it wouldn't. sure, he could have started with it from the beginning, but he also didn't want to get too close to the swans and the sword allowed a better distance.]
This work?
[he doesn't see why it wouldn't. sure, he could have started with it from the beginning, but he also didn't want to get too close to the swans and the sword allowed a better distance.]
[The Drabwurld is the first time Bellamy has ever actually seen snow, the winter months still a little ways away after the dropship landed on Earth. But this snow – this magic, icy snow that holds more like iron than frozen water is a bit too much.]
[Even if the monarchs hadn’t made their declaration about trying to melt and unfreeze it, Bellamy thinks he’d have helped anyway. It gives him a chance to work a little, practice a little, with his knife. He’s already figured out it can shoot off fire, so he starts with that.]
[It starts out with the knife flickering, covered in flames. It’s not that it fails, but it’s time consuming, waiting for it to melt the snow. He wonders about altering it, after a few more uncovered imps, he focuses on making the knife warmer moreso than the flames. The blade heats up as the flames die down, but it cuts through the ice and snow a lot faster, allows him to break through and give the people stuck inside air. One woman practically throws herself at him, promising him her firstborn child, but Bellamy just awkwardly gives her a blanket to stay warm and urges her to get inside.]
[When he’s not doing that, he’s trying to get imps to work with him. Completing the quest last month for Ariadne has helped him along those lines – they’re more inclined to actually listen to what he has to say than brush him off (or dump him out of a bag).]
[He manages to get out of giving them any sort of monetary bribe as payment. It helps that he’d used his knife to cut through ice that had encased two imps at once, and watching the way he did so without provocation pushed some of the other imps towards cooperation.]
[He’s trailed by two or three at most; Bellamy starts by building fires, and the imps use their magic to expand it, melting people and imps alike that have been buried. They only offer their help so long as Bellamy does the same in return, and honestly, the whole process goes a lot better in their joint effort.]
[At the base of one particularly large pile of snow and ice, Bellamy starts building several fires. He uses his knife to expedite the process, and the imps draw out the flames to make the fires bigger, even hitting some of it with thin lines of fire. But the ice is thick enough that the effort is going to take some time, and the fires require care to stay lit for long. So he settles in, starts on a fourth fire and prepares himself to continue on this trend of very cold days.]
[Even if the monarchs hadn’t made their declaration about trying to melt and unfreeze it, Bellamy thinks he’d have helped anyway. It gives him a chance to work a little, practice a little, with his knife. He’s already figured out it can shoot off fire, so he starts with that.]
[It starts out with the knife flickering, covered in flames. It’s not that it fails, but it’s time consuming, waiting for it to melt the snow. He wonders about altering it, after a few more uncovered imps, he focuses on making the knife warmer moreso than the flames. The blade heats up as the flames die down, but it cuts through the ice and snow a lot faster, allows him to break through and give the people stuck inside air. One woman practically throws herself at him, promising him her firstborn child, but Bellamy just awkwardly gives her a blanket to stay warm and urges her to get inside.]
[When he’s not doing that, he’s trying to get imps to work with him. Completing the quest last month for Ariadne has helped him along those lines – they’re more inclined to actually listen to what he has to say than brush him off (or dump him out of a bag).]
[He manages to get out of giving them any sort of monetary bribe as payment. It helps that he’d used his knife to cut through ice that had encased two imps at once, and watching the way he did so without provocation pushed some of the other imps towards cooperation.]
[He’s trailed by two or three at most; Bellamy starts by building fires, and the imps use their magic to expand it, melting people and imps alike that have been buried. They only offer their help so long as Bellamy does the same in return, and honestly, the whole process goes a lot better in their joint effort.]
[At the base of one particularly large pile of snow and ice, Bellamy starts building several fires. He uses his knife to expedite the process, and the imps draw out the flames to make the fires bigger, even hitting some of it with thin lines of fire. But the ice is thick enough that the effort is going to take some time, and the fires require care to stay lit for long. So he settles in, starts on a fourth fire and prepares himself to continue on this trend of very cold days.]
Edited 2015-03-16 00:33 (UTC)
Depends. Can you throw it?
[In all his time hunting, Bellamy's found it easiest to be able to throw the blades from a distance. The better he got, the further he could throw from, the more acute his aim.]
[That's not say it's impossible to hunt otherwise - it's just easier when you don't have to get up close and personal with an animal about to run off the second you step on a twig.]
[In all his time hunting, Bellamy's found it easiest to be able to throw the blades from a distance. The better he got, the further he could throw from, the more acute his aim.]
[That's not say it's impossible to hunt otherwise - it's just easier when you don't have to get up close and personal with an animal about to run off the second you step on a twig.]
[Describing what the rest of the 100 are to him is hard, when he's confronted with it like this. He would kill for every single one of them, but he's not sure it's a list entirely of 'friends.']
[After a moment, he nods and shrugs at once.] Something like that. With the lockets down, it's harder to find people.
[After a moment, he nods and shrugs at once.] Something like that. With the lockets down, it's harder to find people.
Then try.
[It's hard to explain how to throw a knife, at least not until he can see what the guy's already capable of. He gestures at one of the trees nearby.] It's easier to kill something when you can attack it from a distance, or at least down it for the kill first.
[It's hard to explain how to throw a knife, at least not until he can see what the guy's already capable of. He gestures at one of the trees nearby.] It's easier to kill something when you can attack it from a distance, or at least down it for the kill first.
[with a shrug, ben focuses his attention on a tree, it's not too far, so at least if he misses, he won't have to walk too far out to grab it. he's watched knife-throwers before at the carnival, but that hardly counted for anything. he holds out his free hand, trying to center his aim, and throws it.
the knife falls blade-down into the dirt a few feet away from the tree. it stands upright, still vibrating from the contact.
ben's not so patient when it comes to failure, but he's gotten a little better.]
Goddamn it.
[only a little better.]
the knife falls blade-down into the dirt a few feet away from the tree. it stands upright, still vibrating from the contact.
ben's not so patient when it comes to failure, but he's gotten a little better.]
Goddamn it.
[only a little better.]
[It's almost laughable, but Bellamy knows this sort of thing isn't natural to most people. He doesn't even know why he's helping right off the bat, when he doesn't even know the guy's name yet.]
[But he doesn't stop.] The only thing you can do about that is practice. Hold it again, lemme see your grip.
[But he doesn't stop.] The only thing you can do about that is practice. Hold it again, lemme see your grip.
[Handshaking. He's been doing a hell of a lot more of that than he's ever done before in his life since arriving in the Drabwurld.]
[He shakes Dorian's hand anyway, quick but firm.] Bellamy. [There is... sort of a 'thanks' in his tone??] Where do you usually live, if it's not here?
[He shakes Dorian's hand anyway, quick but firm.] Bellamy. [There is... sort of a 'thanks' in his tone??] Where do you usually live, if it's not here?
( Clarke has her work cut out for her almost as soon as the month begins; thawing anyone out of ice when she's not even all that familiar with the weather in the first place is somewhat of an endeavour. but it's not exactly rocket science for what it takes to unfreeze imps and residents alike. so by the time the proclamation of the monarchs makes it to the third spire, she's already spent a day setting up fires and helping the locals to get inside and take care of themselves, giving information on how to treat hypothermia and ways in which to not make it worse.
even after going to see Lord El-Melloi II and returning to the Third Spire, there's no real pause between helping the locals and researching for their quest. she's back outside to continue assisting when she comes across Bellamy, and she tries so very hard not to start laughing when one of the residents promises him her first born. and while she succeeds in keeping it together at first, it's almost impossible to keep a lid on it as the day goes on, especially when both of them manage to get some down time from actively trying to thaw out the village.
after setting up another fire in one of the streets to keep the cold away from those that are still outside (despite her urging to keep themselves bundled up indoors), she ventures to one of the stalls offering out warm drinks to those that help thaw the city, seeking out Bellamy where he's stationed himself. with various fires burning near him that he'll undoubtedly need to keep stoking for them to melt away the ice and snow that's gathered, she settles in next to him, offering out one of the mugs in her hands. )
Here. They call it hot cocoa, but it's nothing like what we had on the Ark. ( by which she implies it's way better. )
even after going to see Lord El-Melloi II and returning to the Third Spire, there's no real pause between helping the locals and researching for their quest. she's back outside to continue assisting when she comes across Bellamy, and she tries so very hard not to start laughing when one of the residents promises him her first born. and while she succeeds in keeping it together at first, it's almost impossible to keep a lid on it as the day goes on, especially when both of them manage to get some down time from actively trying to thaw out the village.
after setting up another fire in one of the streets to keep the cold away from those that are still outside (despite her urging to keep themselves bundled up indoors), she ventures to one of the stalls offering out warm drinks to those that help thaw the city, seeking out Bellamy where he's stationed himself. with various fires burning near him that he'll undoubtedly need to keep stoking for them to melt away the ice and snow that's gathered, she settles in next to him, offering out one of the mugs in her hands. )
Here. They call it hot cocoa, but it's nothing like what we had on the Ark. ( by which she implies it's way better. )
Edited 2015-03-19 04:07 (UTC)
( Clarke's been brushing up on her local lore, asking questions and inquiring further about the Drabwurld itself. given how frequent it is that fables have come to life in some capacity or another in this place, she thought it at least somewhat necessary to see where there was truth or tale in the past of the land they were in. when she finds out about the Black Shuck and his presence at the yearly festival in October, she starts to debate- because if they can speak to an entity that has feet firmly planted in both this world and the one beyond it after death, it would be naive to not invest in time to speak with him.
she already has a book in hand about local lore, skimming the pages when she wanders to where Bellamy is in the house. not even looking up from the page she's focusing on, she begins speaking. )
Do you know anything about the Black Shuck?
she already has a book in hand about local lore, skimming the pages when she wanders to where Bellamy is in the house. not even looking up from the page she's focusing on, she begins speaking. )
Do you know anything about the Black Shuck?
[Bellamy tosses in another bit of kindling into the fire, nudging it with his knife to help the flames along. He hears Clarke approaching before she sits and looks up at her from his squat, standing up to take the mug when she offers it. It's warm on his hands, a constant warm that he doesn't have to worry about creating himself like he does with his knife.]
Too much fairy dust? [He takes a sip anyway, and it's hot enough to burn the top of his tongue. He scowls for a moment, then reaches down to throw a few more sticks into the pit, just in case. The fire's enough to have melted away the snow around it, a flash of grass at their feet against blinding white, but he doesn't want it to die either. At least not while he's still out here.]
Too much fairy dust? [He takes a sip anyway, and it's hot enough to burn the top of his tongue. He scowls for a moment, then reaches down to throw a few more sticks into the pit, just in case. The fire's enough to have melted away the snow around it, a flash of grass at their feet against blinding white, but he doesn't want it to die either. At least not while he's still out here.]
[his patience has been wearing off from the swans, and this is already taking the cake. he wants to get it right from the start, he wants it to be easy, even if he knows it won't be. it's embarrassing, but he shrugs it off as he stalks to go pick his knife up again before returning. there's nothing wrong with his grip when he shows bellamy, in fact-- it's quite strong. perhaps it's because he's been practicing with it -- and the sword -- for so long.
he doesn't say anything, only waits, but he does look at bellamy with a raised brow.]
he doesn't say anything, only waits, but he does look at bellamy with a raised brow.]
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