Training - [Herb/Chamotte]

[Chamotte]

TIMESTAMP: Summer - Day 1 - 511 AV Chamotte stared up at the temple of Laviku in wonder. The structure was absolutely beautiful in the mid-day sun. The skies were clear and allowed the sunbeams to reflect off the marine sandstone in ways that brought out the shells and fossilized creatures beneath the layer of rock. The little Pycon hopped up the steps towards the entrance out of curiosity and tilted his head a little depressed as he found the doors shut. "Petching height difference.." He mumbled. The clay man glanced mournfully back at the temple before turning around and hopping back down the sandstone steps onto normal cobblestone. Hauling his little backpack over his shoulder he plucked up a long scalpel sitting beside the road. His curiosity for now would have to go unsatisfied much to his disappointment. OOCSorry about it being so short. Have a lot going on.

[Herb]

Strolling around the streets was beginning to seem like a normal activity, one he thoroughly enjoyed, getting to see all the vast wonders of the world he hadn't yet seen. As he walked around, mostly the side streets that not many people seemed to use, he liked this as it meant he could walk freely, with less effort to dodge the big people. After a few hours of walking round the street, mentally noting all the plants he spotted and as many uses for them as he could remember, a strange sight met him, something he hadn't seen for a very long time. A small clay statue roughly 8 inch's tall was climbing up the stairs of an old building, standing in the alleyway he watched this statue clamber up the steps all excited only to find that that doors were shut, turning round it hopped its way somberly back down. A grin formed almost instantly as he realized he was seeing another of his kind, a Pycon, which out so much as a forethought darted out of the alleyway towards this little statue. ' BROTHER!!! ' He yelled loudly as he sprinted as fast as his little legs could take him, holding his walking staff in on hand horizontally to the floor.

[Chamotte]

"BROTHER!!!" Chamotte jumped in surprise and tripped, his clay body thumping against the stones in bewilderment as he glanced up to be greeted by the sight of another Pycon rushing towards him. Joy suddenly sprouted through his little being as he leaped to his feet. Another one of his kind! And so soon after starting on his journey! Chamotte hurriedly scrambled his things together and sprinted towards the other clay man, noting his vastly different appearance. He grasped the opposing Pycon's clay arms in jovial excitement. "You.." He whispered amazed. "You're just like me! I've only seen two other Pycons. I've heard stories but I never saw anyone else-" He cut off suddenly a bit embarrassed. Stepping back the homunculus coughed and smiled, a split appearing in the perfect circle that was his head. "I'm sorry.. I'm just a bit excited. Can I ask for your name?"

[Herb]

I'm Herb, and no I've not seen another of us in since I left my parents after they attained their final form '. He blurted out almost as excited, looking up and down this new Pycon he noted a small bag on his back and a scalpel looking item. ' Who'd have thought it, seeing another one of us is the same area of me! Oh I wonder how many of us about here. That's a somewhat savage looking weapon, have you had to use it yet on any of these giants? ' Almost jumping up and down, he handled his staff and let it stand back onto the floor.

[Chamotte]

Chamotte grinned as he watched Herb bounce up and down and shifted from foot to foot restlessly. "Fortunately not yet! I've warded off a few crows and seagulls who thought I'd be a tasty snack, but so far I've not had to use it against anything really threatening." The little creature hefted his scalpel up and poked Herb's staff with the tip curiously. "What about that thing? What do you use it for?" Chamotte's senses were exploding with joy. The incredibly thin slits he composed for eyes were wide open at this point, forming small hemispheres in the large ball that was his head. The split that formed his grin widened as well and easily transmitted the emotion he was feeling. It was like a dream come true for the Pycon. He'd finally met one of his kind after seeing these giant humans traverse his every day life. "My name's Chamotte by the way." He spoke up almost shyly. "But Cha works."

[Herb]

' This?, oh no I only use it for nudging people out of the way mostly. Chasing crow's off my garden and some such, though my father was a master with the Py-pole staff type thing, but he made me this staff to learn with. He looks up and down at this new Pycon and suddenly went wide eye'd as if an idea suddenly hit him like a charging horse. Motioning with his staff towards the scalpel. ' Think we should practice alittle? though I'm not sure where we could do it very easily. Our size could look a little strange ' He grinned widely

[Chamotte]

"That sounds like a brilliant idea." The Pycon responded. His body was trembling with anticipation. This Herb fellow was incredibly interesting. Even now Chamotte's eyes were following his structure and taking in every detail. He lifted his scalpel and took a few steps back, his clay feet mushing up against the stones a bit. "Are you sure about this?" He asked Herb. "It could be a bit dangerous." A little voice peeped up inside his head, "Don't pass up this chance! It's another Pycon for petch's sake. If he gets hurt he just needs to eat a bit of food and he'll be right as rain. Just don't aim for the head.." Chamotte blinked almost absentmindedly and focused on Herb, grinning. "But hey.. even so it could be a lot of fun.. By the way.. what's.. Py-pole?.." His own ignorance was making him feel stupid.

[Herb]

' hmmm I know where we can do it...I have a house round here, well close by, we can do some there in the garden bit. Plenty of room there for two of us tiny ones. ' He moved somewhat gracefully, towards to the alleyway he came from urging for Cha to follow him, moving quickly out of pure excitement, dodging in and out of the people in his way, clipping their feet if they persisted in not moving with the tip of his staff

[Chamotte]

Chamotte's feet padded against the ground as he began to jog towards his newly found friend. The surroundings reminded the homunculus of a prison sometimes. The high walls were his cell and the people wandering about his guards. In both stature and physical prowess the humans around Chamotte would easily triumph in a battle against the Pycon. He decided training would mix this up a bit. He could use the experience. The clay man clutched his scalpel tightly in one hand, his backpack bouncing slightly against his perfectly modeled form. His mouth had vanished once more and his eyes were mere slits again. He was still excited but for the most part he was now just eager for training. "How far is nearby?" Chamotte called out.

[Herb]

' Oh it isn't to far, just round a few of these bends.' He kept pace, running round bends almost innately, after a few minutes he stopped outside of a small Pycon sized shack, standing next to a small garden with plants and herbs growing in it. Walking into the small structure, he laid down his bag and extended a warm welcome to his new friend to enter. After settling his things down he walks outside and into the space between the shack and garden with his staff and waits.