Another day in camp. Takuto arose from his slumber, blinking his eyes ever-so lazily. How long had he slept? He still felt exhausted. Eh, mostly from the lack of food. After all, it had to have been a week, right? That's how long his normal sleep lasted.
Takuto heaved himself off his bed, shaking a bit from unused muscles. His stomach howled and Takuto gulped down the hunger and pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
The day... What day? Memories of preparing for the festival flooded back to him as he realized there wasn't much more time left. Whatever day it was.
He hadn't slept through it. With a sigh, he relaxed, and turned to exit his tent. A week and two days. Takuto pondered, wondering what he had missed.
Outside the dark tent, light shown bright onto his face. Takuto's eyes burned as they attempted to adjust to such a light difference, and the sun raided Takuto's light skin.
"Goddess..." He grumbled, rubbing his neck and staggering off to get some food. He received quite a few 'good mornings' with scoffs accompanying them, but he took no notice. Food for now, work right after. Immediately after. Work for hours, days, a week- then sleep. What an unnatural habit that he couldn't alter or change.
Wasn't he forgetting something, though? He rounded a tent and entered it. An aroma emitted from the tent that he was certain of- food. Mouth watering, he grabbed what he could, and stuffed it into his mouth. Manners aside, he was hungry. And a guy. He didn't care what other people thought, they barely saw them anyways. For what he actually did for the clan though, they shouldn't be giving him weird glares though, anyways. Though this only raced through his mind for a quick moment, the rest of his focus was placed on the food in his hands.
[attr="class","boxythingy"]The sun was shining on the horizon when Hatsu woke up and stretched. She felt tired and tense, eyes still drooping from lack of sleep. The festival was coming along, Takuto already finished his part, the rest was hers.
She glanced at the sun, noticed the time and the day. A week and two days since Takuto's been sleeping. 'He should be awake by now...' Hatsu thought as she exited her tent, tripping on a piece of rock and falling face first into the grassy dirt.
"You know Hatsu... You're always falling in that exact spot every morning..." Another clan member yawned while walking right past her. Hatsu felt like growling out of frustration but instead, chose to be grateful since the fall snapped all the sleep out of her system.
The crafter wandered over to a nearby river to bathe and headed towards the eating area. She grabbed a handful of deer meat and squirrel meat. Her hand also reached for an Anyelir turned brown from cooking, the aroma was absolutely scrumptious.
Hatsu quickly made her way towards a table and sat down, she began gobbling her food with less-than-appreciated manners. Her ears picked up on a similar gobbling sound just across the other table. Hatsu quickly dropped her food when a flash of blue and purple appeared in front of her eyes. A smile creeped onto her lips.
"TAKU-SENSEIII~!" Hatsu bolted over the table and wrapped her arms around Takuto's neck in a hug that most likely felt like a choke. "You're finally awake! Let's go build something!!" A bright smile stretched her lips as she craned her neck over Takuto's shoulder to see his face. "You look horrible by the way, I'm assuming you woke up and the first thing you did was get food?"
After the nice glomp, Hatsu finally released him and stared. "So... Done eating yet? I created this cool little strainer for the menders, for the festival. It has wooden circles underneath and a wooden lever, when you turned it around it squeezes whatever's inside and the juice flows to the bottom. Isn't that neat?!"
She always acted as an excited child when Takuto was involved, especially since he was only awake for a week, maybe two if she was lucky... Which she never was. She didn't have anyone else she could share her love of crafting with.
"So... Done eating yet?" She repeated, poking his arm to send a few small jolts of lightning in his arm. "Are you done yet?" Hatsu completely forgot the food she had on the nearby table.
In the midst of eating whatever meat Takuto had picked up, he practically chocked on whatever yanked him back, restricting his neck from swallowing, and making his eyes water. Unable to cough up whatever he had in his throat, he quickly sought to remove whoever had a tight hold on his neck. Not that he didn't have a clue who had accidentally tried to kill him. Who else did he know like that.
Hatsu's comments to him registered, only after he had been freed from her grasp. Before he could even attempt to reply to her, he coughed and coughed. Her enthusiasm was fine and dandy, but that didn't account to how annoying his apprentice could be. The trainee was a trip, alright.
"Food first, then we'll work." He wheezed, blinking back the blur evident in his eyes. Takuto had planned on somehow summoning her to work with him when he was done eating, anyways. He may not have left to get her himself, but he did plan on it. Annoying as she happened to be, she was his trainee, and Takuto would take an ounce of pride in the fact.
"Yeah, I know I look bad. Haven't even bathed- you sure you wanted to glomp me that badly?" He sighed, returning to the deer meat he had been trying to eat before being rudely interrupted by the trainee. He let that answer to his question of whether or not he was finished, though, when she had mentioned the participation in the upcoming festival, Takuto couldn't help but question her. "You do realize you're forbidden from participating in the festival competition, correct?" It was common sense. With Takuto being the overseer to the games, he could possibly find favor in her work as his trainee and be likely to give her helpful tips to win favor.
A few shocks on his arm, he flinched, "Quit it, I'll be done when I'm done. Patience." He shook his head and moved to the side a bit, missing the next irksome electric shock into his arm.
Slobbering down the last bit of food, he looked over to Hatsu, "Done. Happy?" He turned to exit the tent, "Now come on, we've got work to do." He planned to explain what they needed to craft as they walked over to the usual tent he worked in, thankfully, he already had the material to work with where the two were headed. "Hatsu, we'll be making some spare bows and arrows for the Hunter's to use during their event. They need to have standards, but in different sizes depending on the person. No need for decoration, just a good number of them. Up for the task?"
Hatsu stopped talking after a while to let him finish eating, after all, she only turned into a chatterbox because it annoyed him. She got a kick out of that. After he finished his food and asked her if she was happy, Hatsu nodded. "Yep! Very much so."
She followed him outside the tent and walked beside him, intently listening to his directions. Hatsu scoffed, "Come on, when am I ever not up to task?" She shook her head and wondered why he even asked, "how many?" She wondered aloud, half to herself and to Takuto.
Hatsu sighed, she was hoping for something much much MUCH more exciting. For example, some new invention or maybe something less basic. She knew how to make bows, she could probably do them in her sleep if it ever came to it.
"What about after that? What else is there to do?" Hatsu wondered aloud again half to herself and half to Takuto. "Aren't we already done with the menders? There wasn't much to do for that anyway. Unless I skipped over something. Warriors might need extra weapons I think..." She trailed.
NOTES: WHOA SHE'S MEGA TALKATIVE WITH INVENTIONS
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"We've just got a lot to assemble in a short amount of time. Cut it down by half with my need for such a crazy mass of sleep. Better to have more than enough arrows than less though." Takuto answered the question half for him, half for the trainee speaking to herself. "What's needed is the number of Hunters in our clan, double that, then add a bit more to be on the safe side." More than instructions, he spoke aloud to help himself remember what he said. If he couldn't remember, then maybe the one beside him listening would pick up on it, instead.
Takuto could tell by just the look on Hatsu's face that she was wanting and waiting for something more exciting. Like some new project that he was always coming up with or that of the like. "Hey, when the festival is over, I've got a good idea for the both of us." Though he spoke for a moment like she was a kid, he honestly meant what he was saying. "So cheer up and no complaining. For now we work, but later will be rewarded."
The Menders, that was right... "Nothing to really do there, you're right. Ah, that's right. A few extra weapons for the Warriors, just in case something were to break. Have to be prepared when this is all on us." He nodded, partly to himself. Like Sensei like Trainee?
"Yeah your crazy mass of sleep is an understatement." She mumbled, it would have been nicer if her Sensei were awake like most but he made it worth it during his conscious times. At least Hatsu would love to think so. No, she thought so; rather, she knew so. Hatsu chose to drop it, her mental argument would continue on forever at that rate.
The Trainee wasn't aware that her expressions were quite obvious so a smile stretched across her face when Takuto reassured her, or at least, tried his best to. He did speak as though she were a child but Hatsu didn't care, he was more than ten years older than her after all.
"Okay!" She squeaked excitedly barely containing herself from sending jolts of electricity in his arm. The Trainee chose to be nice for once, she wouldn't be as nice next time.
"What idiot would be stupid enough to break his weapon though?" Hatsu grumbled, there had been way too many incidences where weapons broke as fast as the wind blew on a stormy day. "Geez, it's not hard to NOT break the darn thing...Right? I'm not the only one who thinks so right?"
She shook her head then did a quick mental check on what they needed to do again. "Okay, I'll go get my things. Where are we working anyway? Your tent? My tent? The abandoned tent behind all the others?"
Hatsu looked up at the sky and noticed several clouds gathering, signaling rain. Of course, right when she mentioned a stormy day, rain would fall. Just great. "Make that the abandoned tent. Can't let the wood get wet, it's REALLY hard to work with when moist. See ya there!"
With a quick jolting pat on Takuto's shoulder, Hatsu sprinted towards the resources held behind all the tents. No one bothered to keep them covered so any rain would destroy and ruin precious materials that could have possibly been used. Scratch that, most definitely have been used. Maybe she should put a tent on herself? Well not herself but on the items. Hatsu sighed, she really needed to stop that. "Um.. We need these, that, this aaaaand... OH yeah, that too."
Hatsu quickly began making her way towards her own, she needed a few of her own tools. Takuto's tools worked fine but there was just something about using her own tools that made everything so much better. After all that, Hatsu arrived at the abandoned tent to find that it was empty. "Wha-" Hatsu huffed, "Where is he? Please tell me I didn't get here before him, even though that wouldn't suprise me." She rolled her eyes and began setting things up on a nearby table.
NOTES: WOW HER MIND RAMBLES...
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Takuto flinched at the jolts racing through him from his shoulder. 'Goddess...' He slumped, rotating his shoulder a few times to remove the shocking feeling, that ended up staying for a little while after anyways. Misfortunate.
A reminder shot through Takuto's mind as Hatsu raced away: to get the list of just how many Hunters there were in Solarisclan, since there was no exact count for the opposing clan. That was to be expected though. Even if the clans were friendly with each other, the festival would not be reason enough to know the numbers of another clan.
So that was that, Takuto was going to make a few stops before returning to the abandoned tent to work, as Hatsu had decided. He wasn't particularly picky about where he worked, so he didn't mind leaving that up to her.
Before he knew it, Takuto was entering his cousin's tent- that is, the clan leader Yomi's tent. With permission, of course. It was generally a mess, but Yomi didn't care, and he wasn't about to go and judge his own cousin for something as small as clutter around her walking area.
He was handed a rolled up sheet of paper, berry ink being used for all the names of Hunters in their clan, and given an estimate on what Yomi thought was the number of Hunters in Lunarisclan. Given that, there wasn't much reason to stay and out he went, into the beginning of the rain. Tripping over something on his way out, he fell face-first into mud. And he wasn't even to his own tent for supplies. Perfect.
. . .
"Sorry for the hold up, Hatsu." Takuto apollogized, drenched in rain. It was clear he trekked through the dreadful weather, yet still managed to bring all his supplies even if he did fall into the mud a few times. He sneezed, 'it could be worse, right?'
Hatsu had been setting their working materials down when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. "Really Takuto?" She commented, "How did I get here before you?"
She turned around to the sound of him sneezing and noticed he was soaked to the bone. Hatsu couldn't control the burst of laughter that escaped her lips, his hair was sticking to his neck and honestly it looked hilarious. "Really nice." She shook her head until a grave expression appeared on her face. "Oh wait, that means I can't shock you anymore. Maybe I should get you some sort of cloth to wipe yourself..." She mumbled though far from serious.
Hatsu gathered her own tools and materials, setting them on a separate table. She loved working with her Sensei but honestly, she would rather have her space while working. "Do you know exactly how many bows we need to make?"
With that, she began carving a piece of wood into the shape of the bow. In the meantime, she sent several jolts of electricity through it to act as heat which would smoothen the wood out. Her long nails, coated with electricity, sliced a peace of string made from a particular plant. Hatsu expertly tied the string to the bow and set it aside. One bow down, a lot more to go.
NOTES: NUTHIN
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Rather stiffly, Takuto walked to the table which he would use for crafting and set down his things there. It felt uncomfortable in wet clothing, and even worse in wet, dirty, muddy clothing. He may not have been the cleanliest of the clan, but he liked to look presentable, aside from working with elbow grease. There went all the time he spent into making the clothing he wore.
"Don't shock me like this." He mumbled, growing exhausted quite early. He still had work to do and he knew it would be up for days on end, so rest was pushed back for another time. "We don't need me passing out from you adding too much electric shock in a jolt, alright? Easy work, but you really want to do it all yourself and have me sleeping for another who knows how long?"
He slumped down in his chair to start working, but first, took off his shirt ruined by mud. He may be able to get down and dirty for things, but staying that way when it was helpable made his decision simple.
Takuto unpacked what he had brought, and upon Hatsu's question, he remembered the paper he had been given. Probably soaked through with mud. Great. He figured that he might as well check though, on the chance that something were to still survive on the sheet of paper. Sure enough, a few people and a few sizes for bows were there, though, not many. "Well the official count for bows and arrows was here, but it seems like that's ruined so let's wing it and make as many as we see fit." He sighed, quickly cutting wood up in the shape necessary. He was quick with his work, yes, but after years of practice that didn't add any hindrance to his work. He just had to make as many as he could guess. Simple, right?
By the time Takuto began talking again, Hatsu had already made five more bows, well four with one almost done. "Well good point, you don't need anymore sleep." She added with a nod and set her fifth bow aside.
"..." Hatsu froze in mid work when he proposed to 'wing' it. "NO! We are NOT going through this again. Remember what happened last time?" Electricity began snapping and cracking all around her, the disntinctive purple lines flashing and disappearing rather quickly. "We had extra swords which lasted us more than TWO moon cycles!" The almost finished bow in her hand snapped in two and turned into cinder. "Awww MAN! I was almost done with that one too!"
She grunted from frustration at the thought of what she had to go through. The two had set a way more than needed quota and Takuto ended up sleeping halfway through, leaving Hatsu to do the rest of it alone. She couldn't move her hands for several weeks while Takuto remained unconscious. She'd zapped him on a daily basis when that happened, a higher voltage than usual... Not like it woke him up or anything.
"Throw the paper to me." She would have reached for it but judging from her current situation, Hatsu didn't want to electrocute her own Sensei. "Unless you want me touching you with these hands." Her hands, well kept, lifted with the palms facing him. Anyone would have to be blind to not notice the purple electrical lines dashing from one finger to another.
NOTES: SHE WENT SEIKO
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Takuto blinked, taken aback from Hatsu's sudden outburst, "Calm down. So we had extra then? Work taken off us later on. I don't see the big deal." He shrugged, "Whatever though, if you're that strongly against it. I don't have the numbers besides the few on the paper practically ruined. But if you really want to rely on that."
He wanted to chuckle to himself, and mentally did on the note of Hatsu ruining her work. If she got too angry, that was what happens, and she needed to learn that. Anger can affect anyone's work.
"Throwing paper. That would really work well." Takuto rolled his eyes, taking the paper and reaching to her desk, placing it on the table. Surely that would work as opposed to any other ideas. "Feel free to shock me later." He sarcastically mentioned, quickly adding, "Not really."
By that time he was already done with a few bows, and decided to switch over to making arrows. Not that there was much of a difference, but how could you use one without the other? There was a strange formula to crafting, after all.
Hatsu almost growled at his easy dismissal, "Easy for you to say. You knocked out rather quickly to me." She shook her head and reached the paper on the table with low electricity flowing through. Paper had magical properties, maybe not exactly magical but it was able to withstand quite a bit of power. If she managed to keep the voltage at a low level it should start drying the paper without burning it.
The paper began drying while Hatsu's hand hovered over it. The edges got burned, enough for Hatsu to click her tongue in dislike but it was readable. Now the writing was definitely still hard to read but surely it was doable? She handed the paper back to Takuto, "Electricity doesn't travel through paper so you shouldn't get zapped." She added, "Shouldn't."
NOTES: PUT IT HERE
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Takuto was cursing silently at himself for his mistake of adding unwanted mud and dirt from his hands onto the bows and arrows, only looking back at them after the fact. He disliked imperfections on his work, and such easy work, too.
Not noticing Hatsu handing over the paper, it took him a moment to register that she had dried it for reading. "Oh." He blinked, taking the paper from her with caution. When nothing happened, his tense feeling died down and he gave a relaxed sigh. He held out the paper in front of his face, kicking back and squinting to read it. "It lists names and what size needed... There's about twenty names in our clan, and let's assume that Lunarisclan is the same. So that's fifty bows total, just in case, and many more arrows to match. That's what we're looking at." He set the paper down, only to pick it back up and use it to wipe off his hands like some towel.
The pattering rain falling town onto the tent didn't bother him until a gust came in from the outside winds, spewing water in his direction. Mumbling something inaudible, he got up, mostly cracking from the dried mud upon the clothes that remained on, and fixed the tent entrance. "I swear, if any of this rots or this work goes to ruin..." He trailed off, messing with the hair atop his head.
[attr="class","pic"]Hatsu nodded and noticed his tense form as he reached for the paper in her hand. She'd told him it shouldn't transfer to him, didn't she? The Trainee watched as he observed and squinted to look at the slightly smudged words on the paper.
"Alright, so about 60 bows right? Much much better. Last time with made over a hundred, I was really hoping we didn't have that issue again this time around." She gave a nervous laugh and sat down next to her own table, beginning to work on her own set of bows. With this amount of work, it would be no problem making about 30 each. Some carving, more electricity, smooth wood, more thread and voila! Another bow and the process repeats itself.
It was really quiet, way too quiet for Hatsu's liking so she thought of something to say, of course that didn't take for long. "So..." She trailed, wondering if he would even want to answer her question but you never knew until you tried. "Why do you sleep so much?"
After a few moments, she decided to add onto it, "I mean after all, no matter who or what you are, sleeping for such a long period of time is just not normal." She thought for a moment, "Not that I was saying you weren't normal, I was just saying the length of time it takes for you to sleep is weird..."
Another few moments and she opened her mouth to say something again, "I wonder what your dreams would look like... Do you even dream during that time?" Three bows later, she wondered about something, "Hey! You know how supposedly your brain works on electricity? Like its own electricity. Do you think I could look at your dreams if I connected our brains together with my electricity?"
Her eyes widened from excitement at the thought, "Maybe I could even wake you up early or something! Wouldn't that be neat?!" The Trainee squealed in excitement, electricity crackling through her body. She wanted to test this out as soon as possible. "Can we? Oh please can we? Can we? Can we?" She pleaded and moved so fast to stand in front of him that it looked like teleportation. "I promise not to fry your brain. I've been trying and I think I can control it pretty well now. Come on, you can't say you haven't seen it improve over the last couple of days. Right?" She rambled on and on, obviously she didn't care about the quantity of her words.
She set her chin on her hands expectantly, "So?" Her eyes widened, electricity lines zooming through her pupils. "Can we?"
NOTES: DANG THAT CHATTERBOX
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"Why I sleep so much?" Takuto blinked, surprised by Hatsu's random question. Honestly, he didn't have an answer himself. Not normal? Probably wasn't, like she said. Not that he knew anything that was wrong or how to fix it. He was like that since he was little, after all. But was he really born like that, and not thought to be dead at some point in time? Questions based off the first question asked rose in his mind, but he pushed them down to answer her.
He moved his head side to side, cracking it slightly, "I've been having this sleeping habit ever since I was a child." He replied with a shrug. "Normal or not, my sleeping patterns haven't been revealed to change any."
Another question. "I don't think I dream? I mean, it's a faint memory to me when I wake up. Like I have memory of slowly waking up when I know that when I'm really awake, I'm out of bed and to work with no time to spare. So unless I dream of slowly getting up, which I highly doubt." He scoffed, doubting that what he responded with was really dream material. Sounded boring to him, anyways. Wouldn't his dreams be expected to be grand, if he was a crafter that could make something out of nothing with a simple idea? Sheesh.
Oh no. No, no, no. Hatsu getting into his head or even the slight possible thought of something going wrong with a simple flicker of electricity to his mind. He might end up brain dead if Hatsu were to zap him there and work her way inside his mind. "You might be able to, but until you can work that out with someone else, don't try that hypothesis out on me, alright? I don't need to be dead and no other Crafter needs to worry about a case like you." He was practically pale thinking about something going wrong. Of course, what was crafting without taking some chances? On the off chance that she was able to wake him up early, well...
"On the other hand," He said quite slowly, "So long as you have some Menders with you, Goddess, someone like Mainia with you, I wouldn't mind you trying to wake me up early. Once." Did he regret the decision? Would he?
