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[OPEN] shitty situations for all, and for all a good nighttime stab

who: Laura and you.
what: ... Trouble, mostly...
when: Now-ish.
where: Multiple Places! Mainly roof, outside of wall, and on the skytram.
warnings: Blood, violence, gore. Stabby things. EDIT: Also, talk of self harm in Ivar thread.

Laura fights near the wall, Laura takes a tram, Laura has a bad dream while looking for santa at night.

... Also, bloody situations and digging out of a giant animal corpse. It's gross, I know.

Bracket and prose both A-OK, and time and space can be bent, I'm chill. The last prompt is for medium injuries if you wanna hurt your character, because everyone loves getting stabbed by children. Or if your character is a magic healer, feel free to get stabbed real gud and heal up or what have you. (Basically I'm just avoiding severe injury or death before Christmas okay).

Shitty Situation A

[Red splatters on the snow when her claws spear through the first creature's head -- some sort of hybrid beast, one that hunts for food, whose pack has strayed far from the darker areas of the abandoned area and closer to the wall. They surround her because she looks like easy food in the colder, needier climate, and the fight is on. The child growls when they growl back, and she leaps on one of their backs, hacking and slashing with reckless abandon.

They get in their own claw marks, too. Laura's shirt and jeans get torn into, skin as well. It hurts awfully, but Laura's more offended that they're ruining her cool cat shirt.

Her cool neon hat goes flying off in the breeze, carried over sloping snowy hills.

When she kills the last beast, which is considerably large -- the size of an elephant, the alpha, maybe -- it falls right on top of her. Luckily, her claws were out, and... uh... if you're unlucky enough to have found her after the fight instead of during, you will be unfortunate enough to watch a small clawed girl burst through the top of the beast's ribs, covered in blood from her... tunneling...

Just. Um. Yeah. Victory, I guess.]

Shitty Situation B.

[Laura stands in a skytram car, one hand curled on a metal bar. She's covered in dry blood, head to toe. All of the other passengers keep a very far distance around her.

... She's trying to head to the clothing store.]

The One Chill Situation.

[She sits on the roof, binoculars in her hands, watching the sky skeptically as the daylight fades. It's pretty cold up here, but she doesn't seem very bothered, wearing a few jackets and a good pair of boots. Got a red nose, too, but otherwise undaunted by the weather.

She falls asleep up there by accident, curled in a sleeping bag she apparently bought just to do this very thing. Trying to catch any signs of a 'santa' figure in the night, it seems.]

Shitty Situation C. (alternatively: like father like daughter)

[Nighttime.

She rolls a little in her sleeping bag, plagued by bad dreams. Little unintelligble mumbles escape her, sweat on her brow and hands in tight fists in the slippery fabric. She jostles enough that the action figures tucked away with her topple out.

No... stop it...

[The rest is Spanish -- "don't touch me, leave them alone, dad, help me"--

If one attempts to reach out and wake her -- they better have good reflexes. Because she will jackknife immediately up with a hoarse scream, claws out and lunging to stab at her fantasy captors.]

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[A wordless nod, before she moves to also inspect the creature. It's certainly not the best meal, but the fur would be useful for sure — and its bones are quite large. Laura wouldn't know the first thing about survival techniques like this. She was designed to be a weapon in a modern world, anyway.]

The smallest one should be light enough. I can help you pull it.

[She's strong enough to drag around a grown-ass man, anyway.]

... You would skin it - for fur?

[A relieved smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he gave her a nod.]

Alright. You are also stronger than a human? [He gave her a soft smile.] I am envious.

[He took one of the thing's legs, leaving the other for her to grab so they could haul the thing back.]

Yes, for fur. Even this one is quite large. Large enough that we could split the fur if you would like. A small blanket perhaps? Or some clothes? [He'd be happy to show her how to dress an animal once they had the thing back on their side of the fence.] And I am curious about the meat. I think I shall try it, though it might be a mistake. [He smirked.]

[Envious? That's new. She's certainly not used to any of that. She starts the task of dragging, letting him steer the ship, so to speak. Look at these bloody people dragging around beast corpses. Your home would be proud.]

... A blanket sounds nice.

Why would the meat be a mistake?

[It, surprisingly, doesn't take them all that long to get the carcass back inside the outer fence. Ragnar had come prepared with a pack of rations, a waterskin, and a few more survival essentials like flint and rope.]

Might. It might be a mistake. [He nodded towards a spot he liked the look of, dragging the beast over to it before dropping it] It may not taste very good and it may be very tough. It is hard to say. These look -[he used the dull side of his axe to push up one of the animal's jowls to reveal its teeth]- like they may be predators. Predators are not good to eat. Their meat is usually very tough. But we shall see.

[He flipped the animal onto its back.] Have you ever done this before? Cleaned an animal after hunting? It is not so hard.

[She shakes her head promptly.]

... They gave us our meals on trays, where I lived.

[She's never seen anyone outside of Transigen cleaning an animal after hunting, but maybe she wasn't around for that sort of thing. It doesn't particularly occur to her that there are places where it's done, away from human eyes.]

Like... plates? [He really had no way to imagine what she actually meant.] Plates are good.

If you want to learn... I can explain what I am doing and why. [While he spoke he set the creature out, moving its legs out of the way to expose its belly as he pulled out a knife.] With your... hands, I would think you would be very good at this.

If we want to try to eat it... which we do, we have to get the insides out so they do not spoil the meat. It's important that the knife is sharp and it's even more important to not cut too deep, or it will cut the organs open by mistake. And all of that spilling inside is not good.

[She nods firmly.]

I'm very careful. [And she's more than happy to help, and carefully she holds up her fists. The blades slide back out, splitting the skin between her knuckles.] This is something important to know, yes? For survival. I want to learn.

[The suddenness of the appearance of the blades obviously surprised him, but it was a definite impressed surprise, not a fearful one like she might be used it.

He shrugs a little at her question.] If you want to hunt and eat what you catch, it is good to know.

I am going to start the cut and you can finish it, yes? Just remember, we do not want to cut any of the organs up. [He took his knife and started down between the creature's back legs and started to work his way up.] Ah. Good. This beast will be good for your first time. The skin is loose, so you can pull it up a little to help keep from cutting too deep. [He was crouched beside the animal and, as he removed his knife to give her room, he also moved out of her way.] You can cut up to... mmm... just below where the ribs start. That bone there. [He pokes one bloody finger on his own chest to show the bottom of the sternum.]

[She gives a nod.]

I learned about human anatomy. Not so much this kind, but... I will be careful.

[Her motions are very precise, very careful, and she hardly seems fazed by the gore as she pulls up the skin.]

Does it look good to eat?

Anatomy? [He cocked his head to the side, not recognizing the word. The context was fairly clear though, but he liked to learn these new words as he came across them.] Animals are usually very close to humans when it comes to what is on the inside.

[He gave her a reassuring smile, nodding as she cut.]

It is hard to tell yet. But we want to get all of this out. This is the messy part. [He gave her a smirk.] It is easiest to just reach up in here and scoop it all out. Do you know what a heart and a liver look like? Those are good to eat, so we want to keep them. Then we can skin it and butcher it. And then we can try the meat. But, if you want, we can sneak a little now... maybe from its back leg.

I know them, yes.

[Because it's important to know what you're ripping out of someone, potentially, but she doesn't really want to phrase it that way. Instead she leans in and carefully watches.]

I guess it would be smart to try it first.

... What if take a lot of time to prepare it and it tastes badly?

[Little did she know that Ragnar would completely agree. Knowledge of anatomy, which Ragnar had learned in the opposite way that Laura had - from animal butchering first which could then be applied in battle.]

You have a good point, so we can stop and take a little piece as soon as all of this is out.

[He finished gutting the animal, reaching inside its chest with one hand before carefully pushing a knife in with his other hand to cut the innards off well above the stomach. Once there was a pile of guck, he tugged the emptied carcass a few feet away from it.]

Alright. Cut a little off the leg here. A pretty thin strip so it cooks fast. [He shrugged a little.] It smells alright.

[He went about making a small fire, made a lot easier since Cisco had introduced him to the tiny miracles that were lighters.]

[It's effortless, the way she slices the strip, thin and ready for cooking. The bloodied and rather untalkative child carefully hands it to him and watches him with earnest interest, as he prepares the fire. It's important to know; she might have to do these sorts of things in the wilderness... Rictor knew how to make fires. She should have asked him when they were at the campfire, but... she'd been preoccupied with her turbulent emotions regarding her father.

It's hard to think about. She sits on her haunches and looks thoughtful.]

If you are out in the woods on your own, it is best to do all of his by some water. Even a little spring or snow helps.

[He's likely referring to the fact that his arms and some of his face and neck are all covered with drying blood.

He gets a fire going without much effort and used his knife to cut a fresh twig from a nearby tree, taking the meat and skewering it so he could hold it out over the fire.]

There are different ways to do this. But we are just going for quick, so we can taste it.

[He looks over at her suddenly, smiling softly.] I do not know your name. I am Ragnar. I have a daughter your age. She is here as well.

[She gives a nod, equally grimy. Right. Closer to water.]

... I'm Laura. It is just me here.

[She envies the idea of having someone else here. Someone who understands, or at least just knows you. As it is, it's been difficult to open up more; the others, like Rictor, they help her come out of her shell.]

You should meet my daughter. Maybe you already have at the- [he pauses for a second, obviously trying to remember the right word]- school. At the school. Her name is Gyda. [Ragnar and Gyda also spoke with a very obvious accent, so maybe Laura had noticed his daughter because of it.

The meat looks relatively cooked, so he moves the stick away from the fire, tilting it a little to examine the slice they have.]

It smells good. [He shrugged a little and eased the meat off the end of the stick, pulling it roughly into two pieces and handing her one as he took a bite of his own.]

I haven't met her yet. I don't... 'socialize' much.

[Spoken as everyone else tends to speak, anyway. She carefully handles her piece of meat, eyeing it and its nicely cooked state. So that's how it works, huh...? For some reason, it's easier than she thought it would be. The fire-making, not as easy — well, she can maybe light something if she sparks her claws together— but this, much easier.]

... I will look for her, though.

[Ragnar made a face at Laura as he chewed on the meat. As he'd expected it was on the tougher side since the animal was likely a predator. And the taste was... unique. Not in a good way.

He chewed for another few seconds and then finally gave up, turning his head to spit out the strip of meat he'd been working on.]

That was... pretty terrible. [He smirked, chuckling softly.]

I am still going to skin it though.

[She grins after her bite, taking another sharp, ripping bite herself and chewing in earnest.]

It is not the worst.

[Really, the child is a disposal, she can tear apart anything food-related.

She looks humored, though, relaxing a little in his company and smiling with full cheeks.]

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