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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-12-03 12:24 pm

Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Countryside

Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Bresilyk countryside (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines

OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside


The countryside is layered with snow that is up to four meters deep, all fallen within the past two months as a cold season falls upon the country. There are numerous roads in between towns and small, domed minesteads and each road is oddly clear of snow and ice. Closer inspection reveals that the surfaces are heated by some technology buried beneath the black surfaces. Occasional construction crews can be seen tearing up or laying down new surfacing over a web of thick, coated wires that presumably provide the heat. Snow is often found sculpted near crossroads, taking artistic shape in anything from beautifully arched sculptures to recreations of local fauna.

Wildlife can be spotted here and there, with a large herd of antlered beasts making their way across the snowy grounds. Webbing between their toes (yes, toes) allows each of the large, white animals to traverse upon the snow-tops with barely a print left in their wake. Hunting parties can be seen chasing after the fringes of this herd while wearing some sort of hovering harness and it is evident that the beasts are a primary source of meat for the people. Birds flit back and forth, a few predatory mammals can be spied at the edges of the icebound forests, and there are a variety of serpentine pets kept by residents fortunate to live in the warmer domed towns.

Speaking of towns, the three within the barrier's reach are spaced roughly twenty kilometres away from one another, forming a triangle of commerce that sustains each. Aihsohlow represents the southernmost town, Phorezton the northernmost, and Markutte the northeastern one. There are a variety of small minesteads in between that would greet travellers, but only reluctantly allow them into their homes. Stories abound of troubles outside the domes and they are not apt to invite said troubles inside.


Roadways | Minesteads | Other
baniichan: (unbutton your clothes)

[personal profile] baniichan 2014-01-05 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Nnn--!" The onslaught skewed Barnaby's glasses, dousing his face in another batch of cold snow. Of course, if Kotetsu thought he could win with that, he was sorely mistaken.

Instead, Barnaby reached for Kotetsu's arms in an attempt to thoroughly pin him to the ground. "Hold still, old man!"
oyaji: (bring it betch!)

[personal profile] oyaji 2014-01-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never, blondie!" Once Barnaby grabbed a hold of his forearms, he continued to struggle, but it was only a ruse to keep the man's attention on his upper body rather than the subtle sabotage that was being orchestrated below.

Kotetsu waited for a shift in his partner's weight, and when he felt it he took advantage immediately. Hooking his legs behind Barnaby's, he used the angle and his own force against him to flip him to the side. Yeah, he might be old, but he still had plenty of tricks up his sleeves.
baniichan: (so uncomfortable right now)

[personal profile] baniichan 2014-01-06 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, what are you--!" Before he could finish his sentence, Kotetsu had dropped Barnaby's shoulder into the cold snow. Sucking in a sharp breath, he realized what his partner intended to do. Well, if he thought Barnaby was just going to sit back and let Kotetsu pin him down, then he was going to be sorely disappointed.

Shifting his leg, Barnaby tried to push back enough to properly straddle Kotetsu.
oyaji: (betch!)

[personal profile] oyaji 2014-01-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Roll over!" he whined as he wrestled with his partner, his upper body strength beginning to lose the fight against Barnaby's strong legs. It sure as hell was a great contrast on the streets when their team work came into play. Against each other, it was really obnoxious!

So, he would have to go with Plan C. He fought ruthlessly to get one arm freed from the man's grasp. It was only a matter of time until a hand slipped out as he fought with renewed vigor. Barnaby could do all the training he wished, but he was just naturally thicker in the chest and arms. He couldn't lose this one! There was no way Kotetsu was going to let this snow newb get the better of him!
baniichan: (read their lips)

[personal profile] baniichan 2014-01-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll have to make me!" Barnaby defiantly shot back. And it looked like Kotetsu was going to take him up on that, if the way he managed to worm one of his arms free was any indicator.

At this point, Barnaby's only options were to either wear the old man down or to try to make an escape. If this were a real combat situation, he probably would have tried to remove himself from any situation where he was at a disadvantage (or used his Hundred Power). But as things were now, he couldn't help but get a strange thrill from rolling around in the snow with his partner.

So he settled on trying to wear him down, and he attempted to grab at Kotetsu's freed arm, his legs still working to turn the tables.
oyaji: (double chaser)

[personal profile] oyaji 2014-01-07 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh I will!" Keeping his free arm away from Barnaby's writhing grip, he scrabbled for a fist full of snow from behind him. Kotetsu held on with all of his might, allowing nothing and no one, especially a blond wintry upstart, to stop his rush forward.

His target: Barnaby's shirt--Well, more precisely, under it. No one was immune to a good shock of frostbite down the front of their shirt. The older man just hoped he could get his hand to his chest before his partner caught him.
baniichan: (head up high)

[personal profile] baniichan 2014-01-08 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
It happened so quickly that Kotetsu succeeded in catching Barnaby off guard -- and shoving a fistful of snow up his shirt.

Oh. Oh, that was cold. Barnaby had never been in a show ball fight before, but he didn't need the experience to know that he hated feeling like someone had just dropped ice onto his stomach.

"Ah--! S-stop that!" he shouted, abruptly curling in on himself so he could clean out his clothes.