(Special Event) Crafting Parachutes

Sera awoke to the message requesting crafters to come back parachute for an aerial assault. Interesting. Okay, she could help with that. She quickly placed the Trinity Plushie she had received the night before into her inventory, and followed the crowd of people toward where the crafting was taking place.

She was a weaponsmith. Stuff like this wasn't really her thing. Or so she thought. As she watched others do it, it seemed to come naturally to her, and before long she was blazing through it, making a parachute that would certainly keep someone from becoming a rather large stain on a rooftop. She frowned a bit. "This seems very... modern," she muttered. "Like we're bringing too much of our world into theirs..." she shook her head. Didn't have time to focus on that. She had a job to do.

95 + 15 = 110
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Nalani had decided she wanted to be part of the air troop. She'd clocked out of the event earlier the day before after the supply run to get a good nights sleep, in her bed at home as well, and signed back on early in the morning to get up and be, well... Helpful. The signal went out to help out with the parachutes, and although Nalani wasn't a magecraft user anymore, she hurried on over to help out with something she planned to partake in after. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

However, once she got there, she found herself hopeless as she had no idea what she was doing. Blinking around at the other adventurers, she spotted one girl that looked kinda friendly, and made her way over to her, smiling gently, (@Sera Phim) "Hey, uhm, I don't entirely know what I'm doing but I want to be some sort of help, so... If you need anything, just ask me," she said as cheerfully as she could, before kicking herself mentally. She hadn't even introduced herself, "And my name is Nalani, by the way. Are you planning to help out the air troops?"

26 + 0 = 26
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Gwyn had been up before the call, restless and antsy with so many people coming and going through the camps. Even with the surrounding wilderness she felt like there were simply too many eyes for her to close her own for long. Considering she intended to join the forces thrown into the fray, she figured it was only fitting that she aid in making their parachutes. She didn't have any skill in crafting, but she sat near enough to Sera to watch her work for a moment before she retreated with her own bundle of resources to stitch and sew.

She'd learned an ugly, but strong stitch for patching clothes and backpacks a long time ago, but that didn't mean anything with this goal in mind. It took more time than she cared to waste, but she was determined to help however she could. Though she decided she would definitely grab one of the parachutes Sera made for her own use when it came time to make the jump.

35 + 0 = 35
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Considering how it was Jack’s original idea to make use of the parachutes for an aerial assault, the man found himself woefully bound to his profession’s tools. Having sat here for quite some time, he’d continue to stitch away with due diligence in order to achieve the guild’s goals.

That wouldn’t change the fact that this was dreadfully dull however, in fact mind numbingly dull. Compared to sewing various pieces of equipment for other adventurers, this left him a bit lacking due to time being of the essence. They needed to be rather plain and mundane in order to function properly. Anything too flashy would be easily spotted.

25 + 30 = 55
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Sitting underneath the tent with his back to @Jack Anders , Astor bitched and moaned about having to sew these parachutes. Although he tried his best to make the patchwork presentable, it was fucking ugly. While look is one thing, Astor prayed his handiwork is strong enough to withstand the strong wind without being torn apart from the pressure. If it does, Astor can bet his hide he was a goner. When he noticed Jack diligently sewing the parachutes, he propped his chin up on his hand and placed it against Jack’s back.

“You’re seriously good at that dude, are you actually Martha Steward and have simply been hiding your secret identity all this time?” Astor spoke and he watched the movement of Jack’s hand, hoping to simulate it when he goes back to sewing his work parachute. He seriously prayed that someone else will take this monstrosity from him so he can use a proper one made by someone with Jack’s trades skill.

11 + 15 = 26
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Others had joined them quickly, a small group working in the area with large swathes of cloth, multiple rolls of line, and a worrying amount of sewing needles. Gwyn was finishing one of the parachutes when her thoughts began to drift to the coming battle. She was excited for the entry to such a fight, but the looming battle with the Falderen soldiers themselves? She had nothing against them themselves and she desperately hoped that they would surrender or attempt a swift negotiation. It certainly didn't seem that way, but that was how the cookie crumbled and all. Not everything could be so clean cut and simple. What would life be if it was? Peaceful, yes, but painfully boring. It was more an early grief setting in that she'd managed to fight all that time without claiming a single life from either side by her own hand or arrow. A creeping feeling of regret that she'd have no choice but to finally lay them low.

In her distraction she had picked up the next parachute to start one when she startled violently in pain. Her cobbled together stitching pattern had gone a little crooked and the unconscious shift of her hand to fix the angle had ended up jamming the sewing needle underneath her nail. Gwyn winced as she pulled her hand away, curling the other fingers of her hand around the wounded digit and squeezed. The pressure soothed some of the sharp pain, but it still throbbed. How stupid of her. It didn't even hurt that bad, but the surprise awakening from grimmer thoughts had been more than enough. She shook her hand irritably and scowled down at the chute. She'd have to redo that whole damn seam now.

8 + 0 = 8
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Though slowly learning to deal with his grief, Jack remained plastered to his workbench while continuing to stitch away at the parachutes. He had long accepted that this horribly tedious task was something necessary and his groaning had long ceased. A disgruntled look remained plastered across his face however as he’d silently mull over this grim fate.

The more he thought about it, the more it wriggled under his skin. They had opted for the more dangerous task of the two, the aerial assault. At the very minimum they could’ve gotten someone else to take up the leg work while they put their lives on the line, right?

Having snapped out of his daze, he'd turn to let out a weak laugh while returning banter to Astor. He'd come off as a bit grouchy however. Clearly he wasn't enjoying the forced labor. "Hey, fuck you. I'm not going to jail like her after this, alright? Also uhh... you should probably put your name on that parachute. You know, to be proud of your handiwork and claim it as your own." There was no way in hell he wanted to use that one. It'd be best to differentiate it from the rest.

14+ 30 = 44
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Quietly busying herself with giving assistance to @Sera Phim, she glanced over at the other side of the tent at some voices to spot a man who she recognized as their Guild Leader talking to @Jack Anders, who seemed focused on his parachute building. Her eyebrows furrowed together, it was nice to see him safe. She hadn't known about his whereabouts the whole event, so it was enough to calm her little bit of anxiety she had about if he was okay or not.

However, she didn't go over and talk to him, and just turned her gaze back to the work at hand, frowning a little to herself. It wasn't like they were dating, she didn't need to go over and see if he was alright. She was just someone he flirted with on the off time they saw each other... Not really special. She refocused herself on Sera's work, glancing over to see Asti standing guard by the tent door. Even she hadn't realized the man was there, and that was probably a good thing.

12 + 0 = 12
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Astor hated sewing, he wasn’t even doing any stitch work by now and was simply stabbing the fabric with his needle and fused cloths together using his fire magic. He was pretty much done with the parachute he was making for himself so safety was no longer an issue. In fact, safety was never guaranteed anyways, considering that they were pressed on time, and they needed to make a tons of parachutes to be ready for the aerial task force. So, Astor did the best work he can.

When Jack responded to him with that line, the blonde scoffed at him as his eyes narrowed antagonistically. “Well, if I were to die falling from 60 meters, I would rather not get caught with my name on the parachutes. That would tarnish my good reputation that I have been working so hard to achieve around here. And besides, I think it’s bad luck in some culture, like this one documentary I have been watching had said when they explored his tribe in Africa. I don’t believe in African voodoo, but it’s probably best to avoid the mere possibility right?”

Just as Astor continued his handiwork, he spotted @Ilusa Nakhalee and waved her over, intending on introducing his companion to @Jack Anders . If she were to come over to his side, he would have struck up a light conversation with both her and his friend. "Oh, have I ever introduce you to a friend of mine, Bao? She's a cool pocket healer I picked up on the first day the game launched. It was when we were scattered across Brisshal. I have been thinking about inviting her to Yulan after this battle. Oh by the way, how are things with @Nalani Rosa ? Are you getting somewhere? Or is your social anxiety getting the better of you huh? Want big bro to help you out?"

33+ 15 = 48
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Alpha was completely enraptured by the entire craft-making party they had going on here. She had glanced over Astor's message and, finding herself bored to death from the monotony of her camp, rushed to this entire parachute club or whatever it was. She found herself no disappointed as she stared at the pieces of raw material with her tongue jabbing out the side of her mouth. The novelty of a new experience helped calm Alpha's feelings of worry and longing for her animal companions and, instead, gave her an outlet to focus on outside the battle hours. "Okay, this goes here. This goes there..." she squinted, trying to figure out how to put all the pieces together. She groaned as the parachute fell apart before she picked up the pieces and attempted to glue them back together again. "Nalani," she whined, watching as she helped out Sera (she met the loony woman once killing hedgehogs and Alpha was honestly scared of approaching the green-suited woman). "This is so confusing!"

And, right after her complaint, she immediately hurrahed with surprise and a quick sense of pride. "Oh my god!" she squealed, lifting the poorly-made makeshift parachute above her head, beaming. "Look, I made one!" she grinned and, without further ado, grabbed more pieces and attempted to sew them together. She was determined to make more than Jack-Butt could ever dream to make!

25 + 0 = 25
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Roland yawned lazily as he pushed himself off the rock that had served him as a bed the night before. His back groaned in a complaint as he did, but nothing more so than his head which swam when he tried to move. His rough night of drinking in excess had made him late to join the initial siege party. Not that he cared as pushing ladders through the soggy dirt underfoot never sounded like fun, to begin with. As he pushed himself upwards though he saw a small contingent of people surrounding a large table full of cloth. It seemed Jack's idiotic plan of being thrown by Oakhearts was in full effect, meaning a full frontal siege was coming. Roland cursed under his breath as he trudged forward to the table inspecting the shoddy craftsmanship. The majority of parachutes looked like they were merely a handful of linens sewed together in a circular pattern.

Roland sighed, this wouldn't work. It wouldn't work at all. Most modern day parachute's fabric had a give to them that allowed air to collect underneath. These were just going to get someone killed. Regardless, having missed the rest of the group Roland was stuck helping. Instead of sewing, however, he took out his alchemic ingredients and began coating the insides of the chutes with an oil designed to help the fabric stretch out when impacted. He hoped it would make a difference, mostly.

76 + 10 = 86
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Sewing wasn't actually a skill she possessed in real life, nor a mastery she pursued in this game, but delicate control over her fingers over a task that required finesse and precision was right up her alley. She took to task she had been given like a fish to water. The needle felt almost like an extension of her fingers and she found little difficulty working through the fabric.

The sharp pointed metal end pierced the cloth and with a pinch and a twist of her other hand, was made to pierce a second layer of fabric folded over it. Rather than do the tedious job of moving her hand above and underneath a layer of fabric, she merely folded them together like a paper fan, penetrating the folds in such a way that they produced a neat and almost obsessive compulsive arrangement that looked professionally done.

A lucky break perhaps, but the musician was rather enjoying this activity. She had almost been a fan of those home economic classes when she was still healthy enough to study and this was something close enough to that, an activity that demanded little thought that it was practically cathartic for a tired mind after a long day.

90 + 10 = 100
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She wasn't a crafter, but YULAN's guild leader had been adamant that all players help out if they could, and so after aiding the siege camp (little good she did there) she'd went straight over to the mess of cloth and leather, picking up one of the giant sheets, as well as one of the sewing kits, before plunking down nearby to work on this. Her parents hadn't considered sewing as something she had needed to know, and when her clothes got worn down she'd always preferred to simply throw it away and get a new one, so this would be a new experience. It was just moving the needle in a routine pattern though, so how hard could it be?

Amane immersed herself in the rhythmic motion of moving the needle in and out, and pretty soon she completed the parachute. Holding it up to admire it, squinting against the rain cascading down its sides, she thought she did a pretty good job. Sure, the stitches were pretty ugly, but they looked strong, and would probably serve someone well when they were hurtling through the air via Oakheart. She flicked it, trying to open it up in order to fold it into a neat square, but just as she started she noticed that...something wasn't quite right. It seemed a little small, and for the life of her she couldn't find where the four corners were. In fact, with growing horror, it soon became evident to her that there were no four corners. She'd stitched the wrong sides together.

For several seconds Amane just stared, before furtively glancing around, trying to ascertain if anyone had witness her shame. With a sigh, she dropped back down, taking out a small knife and began undoing all her hard work. Hopefully this wouldn't set back the siege by too much.

- 40 (fumble) = - 40
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It was a success!

The Siege Tower was docked and she roll her shoulders in relief.

But the preparations were not yet, there was still the other group and since everyone finished with the tower, many now wandered over the other group; Ilusa was one of them too.

As it took her a little while to get the supplies, thread and needless and swathes of material, she spotted a familiar blonde who waved her over. Perking up, she walked over to him, noticing there was someone sitting next to him. Curious, she glanced first at @Astor Balthas and then @Jack Anders, before finding a free place for herself to sit down, closer to Astor, whom she knew.

Tactfully, she mentioned nothing about the shape of the parachute Astor had, but, truthfully, she suspected her own would not come out any better. She did not have the tailoring skill after all.

As the introductions came, Ilusa looked at the man named Bao (not aware that she was given his real name instead of the avatar name), smiling and waving at him; her tail swaying in a pleased manner behind her.

“Hello. I’m Ilusa. And aspiring healer.” But because of the relatively low time spent playing the game, her skills were not as high as those of many other players. And then she glanced at Astor, with a questioning look. Her? Joining a Guild..? It was not something she thought about and no one else had offered before… She knew Astor the most out of all people in the game, so she decided to agree to it, should he invite her.

After those short introductions, she got into making the parachute. While she knew how to sew in real life, here it was… Much harder. Slower. And the needle often did not want to go the right way, so she concentrated on it, eyes narrowed in focus, tail laying still, ears lowered a little as she slowly was making process. Slowly, carefully, bit by bit, the material was taking the expected shape.

64 + 0 = 64
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