Blastphemy - Part One

It's a matter of hours after the initial meet and greet of the partially constructed cannon. A number of people have gathered near the plinth and are awaiting anyone that approaches. They smack of the sort that hail from Minos and Sukho, having been motivated to leave the Beast to assist in some of the final adjustments to the land-based weapon. Those not of the blood of storms or fearing the elements have dressed in slickers and coats that will provide some questionable protection from the doozy of a storm headed towards land and surely will swipe at anything exposed.

Ruby has created a shelter near the treeline, using what survivalist skill she has to use the environment to provide for seistas and a place of respite that's on the side of 'roughing it'. A lot of her personal stuff is there, along with food and tools. An attempt has been made to make a nest of sorts for creature comforts. Particularly for one specific creature if she so desires. She emerges from it with wearing the bare minimums. Looking like she's going to go to work in the forget in leather britches and a simple leather halter. Hair tied back and nothing extraneous about her. She doesn't need to lick her finger and put it up in the air to know which way the wind is blowing: It seems to be changing on a whim with wild currents running before the storm front.

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