SHARPE'S AMMO ⚔ VOICE | ACTION

[greenjacketed]

[ despite muddy vowels and yorkshire drawls, sharpe's voice is remarkably calm when it bursts across the journals in the morning. he needs something to take his mind off other aspects of his life. and so -- this is the major speaking, not just the man: ]

Good day to you -- to the New Feathers and the old alike. My name is Sharpe. And as I understand it, ammunition is scarce in this place. For any in need of bullets, I'll have a pretty pile of cartridges as soon as I'm done rolling'em. I don't much mind sharing. [ a pause. ] They're 0.61 inch lead balls with a greased patch. But if that won't do, missions are a fine way to requisition more shot. The points are worth spending. A soldier can hoard his ammunition if he likes, but all the bullets in the bloody world can't improve a piss-poor shot. For that? Practice is what's needed. [ and practice is what he wanted.

oh and he might as well ask: ] Any soul got an axe I can make use of? Only for the day.

[ after bungling his way through any on-book communication, he'll get to work; with certain social turmoils still troubling his soul, he certainly needs the distraction. first, he'll be keeping busy behind the barracks. stripped down to his braces and cavalry trousers, he clears excess brush from the treeline and puts to good use some of the trees that were downed by the recent storm. moran mentioned a firing range and sharpe wants to see this dream realized.

the afternoon brings a small change of scenery. he will later be sitting by the fountain, rolling cartridge shot. the powder can get messy; as such, it's a job he prefers to do outdoors. the added ability to people-watch doesn't hurt, either.

hell. if you're lucky? you might even catch him humming. ]

Comments

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

I've an ax if you've need of it, Major.

[She wouldn't be needing it today- the bulk of the tree limbs surrounding her own home were dealt with or set aside so she could take a break from their breaking.]

[Voice]

[greenjacketed]

Won't be for long, Miss Adele. You have my word.

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

Take as long as you need, if it's out of the house I won't have to clear branches today.

[Voice]

[greenjacketed]

[ ...clearing branches? still? ]

If you've work to do, I would gladly lend a hand.

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

[They were large branches and she spent the bulk of the first few days post storm in the clinic. She is terribly late to the house cleaning game- she knows.]

The bulk of the remaining work involves cutting the limbs we've dragged to the back of the house into firewood. A day's respite from that is more than welcome- I do not mind lending the ax.

[Voice]

[greenjacketed]

I'll chop it for you, Adele. In return for the axe. Won't take me long.

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

If you insist Major.

voice

[relictusdeus]

[Having had his chest tube removed not long ago, the Forgemaster is now flipping through the pages in the comfort of his subterranean home. It offers a brief escape from the keen restlessness he'd felt trapped in a room for days on end with no journal.]

Given the proper materials, an axe could be forged within the hour... should you desire something... stronger.

voice

[greenjacketed]

[ hmm. sharpe takes his time in replying, but... ] Miss Adele's offer should do, lad. No forging needed.

voice

[relictusdeus]

[He lets out a breathless chuckle.

A shame. [As expected, he verges on adding, but bites it back.]

Do be careful that she does not... wheedle things out of you.

voice

[greenjacketed]

Them's no kind words to say about a lady, Isaac. Nor no kind implication to make, either.

voice

[relictusdeus]

[Scoffing lightly.]

You think her a guileless, blameless creature by virtue of her being a woman?

voice

[greenjacketed]

Whether she's guileless or blameless has nothin' to do with how you should speak of a woman in a public forum.

voice;

[dragoneer]

[Did someone say AXE? That's one of Hiccup's specialties, as far as weapons go. Buuuuut it doesn't sound like he's looking for an axe for weapon-y use. Still.]

We've definitely got axes aplenty at the smithy if you're still looking. Seriously. I make them and they don't get a lot of use, so you've got a lot of options down here.

voice;

[greenjacketed]

[ it's not that he's not grateful, hiccup. but... ]

If they don't get a lot of use then why do you keep making'em?

voice;

[dragoneer]

[Because not enough people come to the smithy looking for whosits and whatsits galore.]

Ahh...I guess that's a good point. It's just something I know how to make well. Stick with your strengths, you know?

voice;

[greenjacketed]

[ he laughs. ]

Aye, lad. I'm well aware of the practise. [ it's why he's been a soldier all these years, after all. ] So. If I came by later, I'd be privy to my very own finely crafted axe then -- eh?

voice;

[dragoneer]

[FINELY CRAFTED...is a lot of pressure. Hiccup supposes it's true, though.]

Well, you won't find better ones, in any case.

voice;

[greenjacketed]

The smithy, you said?

[voice]

[tellmejohn]

You would go on missions to get ammunition for others?

[voice]

[greenjacketed]

[ there's a thought... ]

Perhaps. [ ... ] But I'm no quartermaster.

[voice]

[tellmejohn]

And yet you offer shot to others?

[...] Projectile weapons, correct?

[voice]

[greenjacketed]

Shot I didn't pay good points for. There's a difference.

And -- aye. Guns.

[voice]

[tellmejohn]

Ah. With solid projectiles. Slugs?

[voice]

[greenjacketed]

Lead balls, to be precise.