08-19-2017, 10:12 PM
[align=center][size=8pt]He needed to think, and he needed to burn off some fucking energy. He was so sick of this fucking place; next chance he got he was grabbing Calum and leaving. Johannes was the center of his annoyance.
Moksha was out in the middle of the woods finding strong trees to cut down. He only needed one or two, since they were rather tall. There would be a lot of work with pulling branches off, but those could be used for firewood. With an old axe in hand, Moksha could be found with his sleeves rolled up and already halfway through the trunk of a tree that was a good two feet around, maybe two and a half. He was chopping it away from the camp, and out into the least-populated portion of the territory to avoid most people, hopefully nobody was stupid enough to be around while the 'click' 'clunk' of him chopping a tree echoed around.
Johannes. The only think keeping Moksha from digging his fingers into the little fucker's throat was the fact that he still didn't know where Advay was. Other than that, Moksha had a weird set of morals; he felt the need to help the people here but hell if he didn't want half of them dead. Especially Johannes. Ignorant, pompous fucking prick he was. One moment he was a stuttering little shithead, how the hell he became leader hadn't worried Moksha, so long as he kept people safe. Then.
The scene replayed at an annoying rate each day in his mind. His own knowledge was mining and industrial shit, he knew nearly nothing else about anything. Herbs, nope. Animals, nothing. He could barely hunt; his aim was shit. But he could wield a pickaxe and accurately eye-ball the distance between supports like no other. His old group had been working on a factory, one that generated electricity through burning coal. The mine had been dry but Moksha had planned out to deepen it; they'd done well for a little while, starting to find coal before the damn accident happened and the entire community scattered.
Johannes acted like he'd been some child just digging with a plastic shovel with all of those rocks and shit. Between having dealt with smaller cave ins before, he'd known what he was doing. Then there was part of him that knew it was spite that he didn't go back and keep digging after Johannes called him reckless. He should have, and he knew that, but he half wanted Gray to die to make a point to Johannes that he wasn't some pissbaby to yell at like he did the rest of these people.
He wanted to pop that fuckers head like a zit.
The tree began to creak and Moksha called out "Incoming" as it began to crash through the other trees. Heaving a big sigh, he began to chop at the other branches as the whole thing settled, dust billowing around him.
Moksha was out in the middle of the woods finding strong trees to cut down. He only needed one or two, since they were rather tall. There would be a lot of work with pulling branches off, but those could be used for firewood. With an old axe in hand, Moksha could be found with his sleeves rolled up and already halfway through the trunk of a tree that was a good two feet around, maybe two and a half. He was chopping it away from the camp, and out into the least-populated portion of the territory to avoid most people, hopefully nobody was stupid enough to be around while the 'click' 'clunk' of him chopping a tree echoed around.
Johannes. The only think keeping Moksha from digging his fingers into the little fucker's throat was the fact that he still didn't know where Advay was. Other than that, Moksha had a weird set of morals; he felt the need to help the people here but hell if he didn't want half of them dead. Especially Johannes. Ignorant, pompous fucking prick he was. One moment he was a stuttering little shithead, how the hell he became leader hadn't worried Moksha, so long as he kept people safe. Then.
The scene replayed at an annoying rate each day in his mind. His own knowledge was mining and industrial shit, he knew nearly nothing else about anything. Herbs, nope. Animals, nothing. He could barely hunt; his aim was shit. But he could wield a pickaxe and accurately eye-ball the distance between supports like no other. His old group had been working on a factory, one that generated electricity through burning coal. The mine had been dry but Moksha had planned out to deepen it; they'd done well for a little while, starting to find coal before the damn accident happened and the entire community scattered.
Johannes acted like he'd been some child just digging with a plastic shovel with all of those rocks and shit. Between having dealt with smaller cave ins before, he'd known what he was doing. Then there was part of him that knew it was spite that he didn't go back and keep digging after Johannes called him reckless. He should have, and he knew that, but he half wanted Gray to die to make a point to Johannes that he wasn't some pissbaby to yell at like he did the rest of these people.
He wanted to pop that fuckers head like a zit.
The tree began to creak and Moksha called out "Incoming" as it began to crash through the other trees. Heaving a big sigh, he began to chop at the other branches as the whole thing settled, dust billowing around him.
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