[ Though Ian may have spent a good chunk of his youth messing around in the woods, in mines, in caves, it was always short durations. A day or less, maybe overnight if they were feeling particularly bold in the summer and wanted to go 'camping' - smoking pot and getting drunk, frankly. It was never with any real notion of survival, they never did it outside of the summer months, and it was with an absolute abundance of supplies.
He's gonna have to defer to Mace on this. He's glad he made them clothes; shirt, jeans, socks, shoes. He's gonna need to make a flannel for Mace, after this, though torches should create a bit of heat too. They're not long lasting, is the problem. ]
I can do wood. Used to be for, you know, carving, woodworking, but it'll burn. It's simple.
[ Just one component, dense, uncomplicated. Even easier than a basic fucking knife. ]
Start soaking some cloth. It needs to be completely saturated so it'll burn longer. Save some for the handle - something to hold onto. Can't use dry wood as the base or it'll catch on fire. The metal I can make's gonna get hot eventually. Torches are gonna last less than an hour, so we're gonna wanna use them one at a time.
[ Easier to focus on this than third party, third person, eventual attack. ]
If we can get somewhere to camp out, somewhere we can spend three or four hours, I can make hand-crank flashlights.
[ The components are simple. He doesn't need to make the whole thing in one go, that'd be harder. He can just make the pieces and assemble them, they're incredibly basic. The batteries would've been the hardest part, but the kind you wind? Easier. ]
I think... I think when I'm in proximity with... something, one of those, with something not...
[ He can't say not real because they definitely are. ]
With something other, I think it shorts me out. It started goin' out not long before she showed up. Then lit up like a fuckin' beacon when she was close. Lit up in the woods when that thing was trying to trick us into looking, too. So it... maybe it's good, I don't know. Warning system? But it means I can't make you a weapon when shit starts to go down, so.
[ Don't lose that knife. Don't ask for matches. What they've got, they've got. ]
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He's gonna have to defer to Mace on this. He's glad he made them clothes; shirt, jeans, socks, shoes. He's gonna need to make a flannel for Mace, after this, though torches should create a bit of heat too. They're not long lasting, is the problem. ]
I can do wood. Used to be for, you know, carving, woodworking, but it'll burn. It's simple.
[ Just one component, dense, uncomplicated. Even easier than a basic fucking knife. ]
Start soaking some cloth. It needs to be completely saturated so it'll burn longer. Save some for the handle - something to hold onto. Can't use dry wood as the base or it'll catch on fire. The metal I can make's gonna get hot eventually. Torches are gonna last less than an hour, so we're gonna wanna use them one at a time.
[ Easier to focus on this than third party, third person, eventual attack. ]
If we can get somewhere to camp out, somewhere we can spend three or four hours, I can make hand-crank flashlights.
[ The components are simple. He doesn't need to make the whole thing in one go, that'd be harder. He can just make the pieces and assemble them, they're incredibly basic. The batteries would've been the hardest part, but the kind you wind? Easier. ]
I think... I think when I'm in proximity with... something, one of those, with something not...
[ He can't say not real because they definitely are. ]
With something other, I think it shorts me out. It started goin' out not long before she showed up. Then lit up like a fuckin' beacon when she was close. Lit up in the woods when that thing was trying to trick us into looking, too. So it... maybe it's good, I don't know. Warning system? But it means I can't make you a weapon when shit starts to go down, so.
[ Don't lose that knife. Don't ask for matches. What they've got, they've got. ]