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taxonomites2013-04-17 10:24 pm
personaldemon) wrote in taxonomites2013-04-17 10:24 pm
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[Location] Adventure Zone [Sherlock Holmes and Jason Blood, for now]
It's surprisingly difficult to faithfully reproduce cave art while being badgered by questions from Sherlock Holmes.
Jason Blood sighs to himself as he closes up the leatherbound journal he'd been filling with sketches of the symbols (many of them completely unknown to him, which is novel in its own right, interesting), wraps the tie-cord shut, and slides it back into his leather messenger bag.
"Given that Taxon's stars are different from Earth's, Mr. Holmes, I'm afraid most of what I could tell you about traditional astrology may be somewhat moot. I have been charting the local stars since my arrival, and if you think that information would be useful, I suppose I can share it."
(And walking back to town to retrieve those things will feel like less of a waste of his personal time than sitting here attempting to draw while the terrier of empirical knowledge gnaws at his heels, so.)
Only half-listening to Holmes's reply, Jason Blood heads back out the shallow cave's mouth to the comparatively bright sunlight, squinting for a moment against it. Caves, caves; after the ice tunnels and now this, he's beginning to be tired of caves, but the art had been too interesting to pass up.
The path, or ledge might be a better term, that leads down the side of the cliff face to more level ground, is fairly treacherous going. Jason keeps one hand on the rock face, and minds his footing as he goes-- there's a granite scree underfoot which can wrench an ankle all too easily.
Judging only by the sounds of Sherlock Holmes moving behind him, he would wager Holmes is not quite so careful with his footing.
...if Holmes sprains his ankle, Jason resolves here and now he is not carrying him.
Jason Blood sighs to himself as he closes up the leatherbound journal he'd been filling with sketches of the symbols (many of them completely unknown to him, which is novel in its own right, interesting), wraps the tie-cord shut, and slides it back into his leather messenger bag.
"Given that Taxon's stars are different from Earth's, Mr. Holmes, I'm afraid most of what I could tell you about traditional astrology may be somewhat moot. I have been charting the local stars since my arrival, and if you think that information would be useful, I suppose I can share it."
(And walking back to town to retrieve those things will feel like less of a waste of his personal time than sitting here attempting to draw while the terrier of empirical knowledge gnaws at his heels, so.)
Only half-listening to Holmes's reply, Jason Blood heads back out the shallow cave's mouth to the comparatively bright sunlight, squinting for a moment against it. Caves, caves; after the ice tunnels and now this, he's beginning to be tired of caves, but the art had been too interesting to pass up.
The path, or ledge might be a better term, that leads down the side of the cliff face to more level ground, is fairly treacherous going. Jason keeps one hand on the rock face, and minds his footing as he goes-- there's a granite scree underfoot which can wrench an ankle all too easily.
Judging only by the sounds of Sherlock Holmes moving behind him, he would wager Holmes is not quite so careful with his footing.
...if Holmes sprains his ankle, Jason resolves here and now he is not carrying him.