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sixthiterationlogs2016-08-03 01:04 pm
andrend) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-08-03 01:04 pm
Not a great day for a swim
WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: The Mill on the river, south side.
WHEN: August 3rd
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Closed
The wheel on the mill didn't spin or connect to anything anymore in a meaningful way. It was easy enough to realize it was meant to do something and that the slow, repetitive thunk of the wheel as it tried endlessly to continue to spin was not by design. Even from the house he had settled into, Ren could hear the dull repetitive thud like the endless open and shut of a door on the ship. At first it had been a surprisingly welcome sound. There was something almost familiar in it. But after the flood, the predictable repetition had been altered, the wheel jammed up with bits and pieces of driftwood that turned a slow and methodical thunk into a series of irritable clunks and straining groans.
The current on the river was never really slow, but it was slower now that the flood waters had receded some. Ren left all but a pair of his black trousers on the bank of the river, near the front of the mill and dove into the river to try and get a better look at the large wooden wheel early into the afternoon.
Even with the water levels receded, the current still required a steady effort of swimming against it to keep from being pulled downstream, and that made getting a good look at all the debris difficult. In the end it meant Ren had to hold onto the thick wooden rim of the wheel and try to pull at the debris. He was smart enough to not blindly stick his hand into the mess of sticks, logs and questionable objects. He didn't have much use of the force left to him, but it was enough to feel for and tug individual branches loose a few at a time. It was so much more effort than such a simple task should have been for a powerful force user like him.
One particularly thick branch came loose at the wrong time, and the entire wheel snapped forward with a crack of the wood trapped within it and a loud, straining groan, jostling its passenger free. The snapping and cracking of wood continued and for a moment it seemed like the wheel might finally be free, but the massive wooden waterwheel just spun a few short twists more before catching again and dropping old driftwood that had settled on one of the slats back into the river with a series of loud splashes and a curse from the man they nearly would have buried on the way down were it not for a push of the force and a quick backstroke out of the way.
The repetitive clack and creak of the wheel didn't improve from the shift, changing into a back and forth splash and groan rather than just the thud of failed turns.
Another curse in huttese and Ren pulled himself back onto the bank and used the force to fling a few small rocks as hard and fast as he could at the wheel before laying out in the dirt. He had nothing to vent his frustration on or with and it was slowly driving him insane.
WHERE: The Mill on the river, south side.
WHEN: August 3rd
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Closed
The wheel on the mill didn't spin or connect to anything anymore in a meaningful way. It was easy enough to realize it was meant to do something and that the slow, repetitive thunk of the wheel as it tried endlessly to continue to spin was not by design. Even from the house he had settled into, Ren could hear the dull repetitive thud like the endless open and shut of a door on the ship. At first it had been a surprisingly welcome sound. There was something almost familiar in it. But after the flood, the predictable repetition had been altered, the wheel jammed up with bits and pieces of driftwood that turned a slow and methodical thunk into a series of irritable clunks and straining groans.
The current on the river was never really slow, but it was slower now that the flood waters had receded some. Ren left all but a pair of his black trousers on the bank of the river, near the front of the mill and dove into the river to try and get a better look at the large wooden wheel early into the afternoon.
Even with the water levels receded, the current still required a steady effort of swimming against it to keep from being pulled downstream, and that made getting a good look at all the debris difficult. In the end it meant Ren had to hold onto the thick wooden rim of the wheel and try to pull at the debris. He was smart enough to not blindly stick his hand into the mess of sticks, logs and questionable objects. He didn't have much use of the force left to him, but it was enough to feel for and tug individual branches loose a few at a time. It was so much more effort than such a simple task should have been for a powerful force user like him.
One particularly thick branch came loose at the wrong time, and the entire wheel snapped forward with a crack of the wood trapped within it and a loud, straining groan, jostling its passenger free. The snapping and cracking of wood continued and for a moment it seemed like the wheel might finally be free, but the massive wooden waterwheel just spun a few short twists more before catching again and dropping old driftwood that had settled on one of the slats back into the river with a series of loud splashes and a curse from the man they nearly would have buried on the way down were it not for a push of the force and a quick backstroke out of the way.
The repetitive clack and creak of the wheel didn't improve from the shift, changing into a back and forth splash and groan rather than just the thud of failed turns.
Another curse in huttese and Ren pulled himself back onto the bank and used the force to fling a few small rocks as hard and fast as he could at the wheel before laying out in the dirt. He had nothing to vent his frustration on or with and it was slowly driving him insane.