sixthiterationlogs | Sink or swim you gotta give it a whirl

WHO: Joshua Faraday, Vasquez, Open
WHERE: Around the villages
WHEN: Niddle of December
OPEN TO: All unless marked
WARNINGS: PG, updated as needed

Horses are horses are horses: Around the villages

They're horses. Yep. That's what they are. Long legged horses, with weird tails, and patchy things on their backs... and horns. Okay they're not horses, but they have horns, and he's told one day he can ride them, and so he's going to work with them the best he can.

Which means getting them adjusted to a rope harness. One at a time usually, dealing with their attitudes and confusion, and being as friendly and gentle as he can be with them. Often feeding them treats of peaches from a can he found in the kitchen, and trying to coax them into listen and following and not fighting back against him.

It will take days, weeks even, but much as he might be all attitude with much of life, with the kirin he is tender and kind, working the best he can to get them to work with him and not against him.

Cold air and hot headed: Springs

Part of it all is trying to get his thoughts straight. A large part of it is the long hours of working on the homestead that they're trying to put together, working with animals, and land even before the winter hits, and the lumber and gathering that will help them set up their home. So a couple of times a week he grabs a bag with his change of scrubs in it, ignoring the color that does little for him, and heads for the hot spring.

Stripping down in the cold air, hurrying into the soothing warmth of the water. Staying there as long as he can until his skin starts to prune and the ache leaves, not realizing it's more than just the warmth helping.

Eventually he'll rush out of the water, grab the sheet he brought with him to use to dry off and hurrying into his clothes as fast as he can before he loses the warmth of the water.

Homestead: For Vasquez

All that Joshua's been doing is giving him time to think. Taking time to think about what he wants, and how he feels, and what the hell this place means to him and who he thinks he is. What life he wants as well, though that he's focusing on more than the rest. All that he's been doing to tame the kirins, and cope with the land, and work on ensuring the house is ready for winter.

But he can't avoid it forever. Not his feelings and not Vasquez. He isn't going to turn himself into a wolf, after all.

Eventually he heads back for the house, knowing Vasquez is there and heading upstairs to try and find him.

"Alejandro? You here?"

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“Nearly impossible,” Reeve corrected. “You need a black chocobo and a special breed of yellow. Once you have a pair of golds they breed true of course. But to my knowledge there are three of them in the world right now. One is old, the other two are female.”

Which meant there wasn’t much that could be done. And Chocobos were picky. Given all the chaos in his world at the moment, people spending a lot of time on a rare line of birds wasn’t all that likely. Especially as they had cars and boats.

“I’ve not heard of a Kirin. I would not mind seeing one at some point.”

"Huh. And they're worth a pretty penny I bet too," he says, figuring that it would be like those prancy ass Arab horses he's seen that seem too dainty for real work.

"Sure. I bring them down to the lower village from time to time, or if you head up to the other village. My roommate is adverse to people or something and we live a way bit out."

"I would imagine so," Reeve agreed. "Not that one has ever been sold. I believe Cloud actually gave his away when the battle was over. Perhaps to Vincent? Or was it Barret? And now he has a motorcycle so..."

Truly Reeve thought that a shame. But it wasn't his bird to do anything with. Still, at the suggestion that he could see these other animals, he perked up. Yes, that would be a wonderful thing.

"I would appreciate the chance. New experiences seem to be one of the few benefits of this place."

"He had something worth that and he just gave it away?" He shakes his head, not understanding so much about these kids and their worlds and their choices. Maybe his life really was just simpler. At least until the end.

A brow arches then. "You going to tell me what a motorcycle is then?"

Joshua laughs then, nodding. "Trust me, I know all about them new experiences. Everything about this place seems to be one for me."

"He did indeed. But to someone who needed it more. Of this I assure you," Reeve shrugged.

As for a motorcycle, well... that's obvious, isn't it? It's in the construction of the word.

"It's a two-wheeled vehicle that uses an engine. Motor-Bicycle."

He shakes his head, making a bit of a face as he tries to take in those words.

"I don't know what any of that means. We don't have anything like that, I don't think. Is it like a wagon or something? On two wheels? Really? How does it stay upright?"

"A wagon, on two wheels, that runs under its own power," he says, his hands coming out of the water as he tries to mime the shape of it for an illustrative purpose. "Balance is maintained by the rider's own sense thereof, but at a stop typically a rider will put down one or both feet to stabilize the body of the vehicle."

How did you explain a motorcycle to a man who was apparently still in an age of chocobo power? How did you talk about how much ChocoboPower an engine has? It's all a mess, but there aren't exactly words for it. Not without knowing more of the man's level of tech for comparison.

"Huh. Isn't that interestin'," he says, and he sounds as if he means it. As he truly does. It's something he suspects is common to others but nothing he's never heard of. "Is it running on the type of engines then in locomotives? No, I guess not. Can't shovel coal while riding like that, could you?"

"No," Reeve answered. Engines ran on either fossil fuels or mako energy in his experience, but the oil type fuels. "A coal engine, from my memory, would be too large for such a thing. Typically it's burning refined oil."

Which was a gross over simplification.

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