(Event) The Great Bridge | Page 3

Given that she wasn't used to hard work quite yet, and felt the people currently working capable all on their own to build the bridge, Comet resorted to her natural abilities. She would put on a quick, entertaining show for the hard workers made up partly of talent and all kinds of good looks to increase morale. A small break would motivate them to carry on for even longer than before, right?

Thrown die:

33

 

It seemed there were enough people busy with lifting heavy objects, so Mizuki was free to try doing something else to help. Given that she still wasn't an engineer she tried to think about something she could do, and ended up...

Sniffing all the wood used in the construction to check for signs of woodworm. Which wasn't exactly glamorous, but at least it gave her something to do which other people would have trouble doing.

Now if only she could make it look dignified, instead of just pressing her nose against wooden parts.

Thrown die:

9

 

As fun as it was to ogle muscular men working hard, and as much as they seemed to appreciate her voicing her approval while cheering them on, Vina would feel bad if she did absolutely nothing other than make a lot of noise and give people subtle boosts.

Luckily there were always little wounds to be taken care of in a construction site, especially one as large as this, so the druidess had no lack of patients to heal and rejuvenate before sending them back to work.

Thrown die:

46

 

Quinn reached out and gave @Comet a tap on the back to alert her of his presence after he made strange gestures with his hands to keep the workers under his illusion. "Long time no see, how've you been?"

Thrown die:

13

 

Rudiford was hanging off a beam protruding from the edge of the canyon, his body quivered from the violent winds that threatened to knock him off the path. The youth groaned as he slotted a few bricks into the proper place, all the while depending on his deathly grip to make sure he didn't get knocked off. The labor was rough, but Rudi persevered.

Thrown die:

88

 

Cain wondered. What was he here for? So many lost. So many connections cut short. So many plot lines left hanging. So many shadows, where former friends laid. He had played Terrasphere to be free, but instead, just found himself burdened with more lives. A heavier weight. Magi, comatose and now absent. Lady N, who went missing on the news after he met her in real life. Seigi, who may be naught but an electronic ghost now.

What was he here for?

He raised his hammer, and struck in another stake.

To remember them all. To avenge them all.

Thrown die:

9

 

Aalam just loaded the blocks onto the cart and pulled it to the front of the working area and rise and repeat. There was nothing complex about what he was doing, and he wasn't talking to anyone. He would just load up some more bricks and place them where the workers would be able to get to them quickly. At least in this, there was no killing no plotting it was just an honest days work in the sun. Let it judge him for a change.

Thrown die:

90

 

As the cutie in the hoodie expected, his tinkering was excellent, and as he looked out, over everyone else, he knew no one could surpass his excellence, his magnificence, his contributions to the task at hand. Iván was never one to compare, not out of nobility but out of apathy, but at this point in time, he found it a necessary distraction to curb all his unnecessary and unwanted thoughts. They were building a bridge. Connecting their nation, their lives, to the place where Titanius, the Ancient Dissonance, was from. Nice.

Thrown die:

37

 

Alpha was, surprisingly, quite enthusiastic to participate in this civil chore. Sure, the thing was mostly hard work in the seething light but it was pretty much playing build-a-bridge with real life Legos and, well, Alpha was quite the Lego fan. She hoped they could make a miniature Death Star next.

Thrown die:

94

 

Right, so maybe he wasn't getting quite the pedigree of wandering spirit he needed. Maybe he accidentally got some of the mortar sacks with his claws while carrying them around. But every bit counted, right? Even the bit that involved yelling at the less helpful spirits investigating the build site.

"No, not a toy! Stop that! If you kill someone I'm making sure their ghost knows it was you!"

Ah, yelling at empty air and getting strange looks. Spirit magic was truly the gift that kept on giving.

Thrown die:

33

 

He’d taken the bridgebuilders aback—they had not expected Rook to be so QUICK! He zoomed up and down the terraces and jumped from beam to beam, pillar to pillar, handing out the blueprints. It left him with nothing to do and soon he was taking other messages, handing notes from foremen and Ciri and from the outside lines. “You’re sure a speedy little guy, aren’tcha?” One man commented when Rook came from the sky with a little fwump, exchanging the rolled-up sheet of parchment for another one. “Careful out there!”

Pah! He was not Rook the Careful!

Thrown die:

63

 

Janet dusted off her hands and looked around. All the workers had been given their obligatory broccoli and she had gotten rid of her reject broccoli stash (there was nothing wrong with them, they were just taking up space in her inventory.)

“I suppose I can give you a hand,” she said to the man who’d been complaining as he struggled with a stack of two-by-fours. He looked at her skeptically. Janet put her hands on her hips. “Oh, Just hand it over! I'm stronger than I look.” She was already rolling up her sleeves to do it.

Thrown die:

73

 

Destiny sighed, scratching the back of her head. Well this was damn boring—“Hey! You!” She was pointing at a skinny figure who had just darted out of the woods and grabbed one of the worker’s toolbelts. “Aw, c’mon, just give that back. Why do you even want it?” Did people seriously sell that stuff?

The guy dropped the thing and scampered off. She hoped he wouldn’t be trouble later. Des picked the belt up, scowling after him and wondering if she should call for more guards. Nah. If he came back, least it’d give her something to do.

Thrown die:

71

 

Shewn about had been the debris of construction--the unused scraps. Undoubtedly, if no one were to tend to the sawdust, stray nails, and sleeping workers, an accident was tragically likely. Armed with with a broom, and an summoned imp awkwardly smacking an appropriately sized dustpan into the ground, the witch was hard at work, clearing the same persistently soiled patch.

Occasionally, her intense focus on tidying up would get broken by movement through her freshly swept spot, "You there! Be mindful of tracking this mess further, I've quite the day ahead of me, already."

Thrown die:

73