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Post by Yang on Jul 10, 2019 19:45:47 GMT -6
[Picket Fence] [Property owned by Yang] Leather-Bound JournalA simple wooden fence marks out an impressive plot of land; trees are abundant, and there's enough vegetation that this gardens' numerous inhabitants can tuck away, virtually un-seen unless they wish to be. A partially moss-grown cobble stone path leads to the center of the plot; a hand-built, stone-lined and lily-pad filled pond is nestled into the ground. A stone water-fall comes from under a stone ledge, large enough for a lotine-sized creature to bask from time to time... Garden Residents (inactive):Reinic Level: 9 Loyalty: 25 Stamina: 3 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 3 Mentality:3 Special Abilities: Swim, Danger Sense, Chlorophyll, Glide Moves: Constrict, Deceptive Lure, Bone Shift
?? [lvl. 0] Koi Level: 0 Loyalty: 7 Stamina: 2 Strength: 2 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 5 Special Abilities: Aquatic, Adaptable Moves: Dodge, Nibble, DouseBeyond the pond, a path of dirt leads to an above-ground garden, marked out by sanded-wood barriers. Rows of plump, dark dirt fill the borders. Partially-barren fruit-bearing plants fill the area, lots of their crop already harvested, and still more to go as more fruit ripens. Autumn promises to bring with it, the cold-snaps and the sharp breezes of winter; these fruit-bearing and flowering plants will turn brittle and brown before long... For now, they still get watered, spritzed with lime, and given a look-over for potential fruits to be harvested. To the left, an alcove of deciduous trees. Despite the signs of Autumn, they retain a flush amount of leaves, surrounded by equally plump bushes and long grass. Despite the brilliant sheen of colour and dazzle of light from their leafy wings, a pair of Dragonoak can be overlooked, simply because their stoic and statuesque nature can trick anyone to beleive they're apart of the scenery... Sol Level: 0 Loyalty: 7Nox Level: 0 Loyalty: 7These beings aren't the only ones who stay tucked away from the sight of possible onlookers; Other creatures Yang has collected congregate here, whether in, above, below, or inside the wild, natural growth... Palindrome Level: 8 Loyalty: 15 Stamina: 3 Strength: 2 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Acid Weakness, Cave-Crawler, Double-Headed, Gleam Moves: Scratch, Grounded, Flash, SporeKokoro Level: 7 Loyalty: 21 Stamina: 1 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Fire Weakness, Cold Weakness, Acid Resistance, Earth Resistance, Bioluminescence Moves: Euphoric Vapors, ScratchTo the right, closer to the Hearthstone residence, another elevated garden; This one is larger then the other above-ground garden, but this one has less anylitcal design and filled with an abundance of randomly grown flowers, plants, and other greens. It looks like nature was left to thrive, helped along by the intelligent eyes of a tall creature, over-run by the small critters who chatter among themselves. [/font]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 13:20:41 GMT -6
The latest lab results had been processed. There were more results everyone was waiting to hear on, but they wouldn’t be processed until tomorrow, which meant Yang had a rare, week-day-afternoon off. The autumn air wasn’t a shock per-say, but it was a little surprising to feel a cold breeze on your face. With so much of her time spent indoors, crunching numbers, testing blood-samples, urine, semen, and whatever other variety of bodily fluids that could only be gleaned from the ambling pile of genetics that were the Crossroads creatures, breathing the same dead recycled air that the building shared, Yang was caught a little off-guard by the crispness in the air. The deep inhale that accompanied her first step outside; taking in the promise of summers end, she looked on with a light feeling of delight.
1 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [1/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 13:22:31 GMT -6
Sniffing, she tightened the scarf around her neck in slight before stuffing her hands back into the puffy, dark-brown down jacket she’d brought from the office. Despite her strange blood, a soft thrum that pulsed at a constant temperature of 80 degrees Fahrenheit, her skin prickled in goosebumps at the brisk outdoor breeze. She did her best to sink into the coat, breathing the air deeply while trying to keep well-covered. The fresh air was akin to a cold glass of water for a dehydrated desert-survivor; for her at-least. Full of flavor, the air held traces of what Summer left behind; late-blossoms, late fruit-bearing plants with earlier fallen fruits starting to turn to mush; these smells still lingered in the air. Being in such a sterile environment for agonizingly long periods of time, every tiny scent was a symphony to Yangs’ senses.
2 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [2/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 13:23:23 GMT -6
Yang gazed down at the cobblestone path she walked along. Making her way from the gated fence of her house, to her garden, she combed the ground with her eyes. The grass had been trimmed not a few days ago, and while green, there were pieces that stuck up in a dry, golden yellow. What weeds had been growing in-between the cobblestones, now long gone by a dull blade of a lawn-mower, left behind only bits and pieces of scattered petals. They would be back before long, spilling upwards towards the sun which had parted the clouds, and all but promised a beautiful day today. Yang flicked the latch upon coming to the gate, gently opening and closing it again behind her. The simple wooden fence marked the end of public-plot, and the start of her garden, which in its current state, was over-flowing with overgrown grass, old fruits, gradually wilting flowers, and a mass of trees that had been left to grow, drop seeds, and grow some more.
3 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [3/20]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 14:22:53 GMT -6
From the gate, Yang looked on. She could see the pond 20 paces ahead with its flowing fountain; a waterfall, coming from a stone ledge, pouring into a beautiful pond. Bordered by river-rocks and a swelling of reeds and vegetation, it looked perfect nestled in the slowly-overgrowing gardens. To the right, the trodden-dirt path leads to an above-ground garden, about 20 paces away. Ordinarily upkept with vegetables and spices, she knew it would look but a mess of weeds, forgotten netting, and trodden stems. Laboratory work had consumed her every-waking hour, and what time she could've spent tending the garden had been given up for that next big leap, or that newest creation. She had no doubt that the pets and creatures she kept within this enclose would've long since mowed through it, intentionally or not. The idea of fixing it up wasn't something she was prepared for, but she found another light delight at the thought of picking up a shovel, or a spade, and re-working the plot of dirt. Looking on to the left, another dirt path, that curved long and deeply, its direction consumed by bushes, trees, and long grass. It lead into a good chunk of the land that was left to grow wild; or, at-least, just hadn't been processed into a space that could be Used for something, like gardening.
4 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [4/20] (blaze it)
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 15:11:46 GMT -6
Taking off towards the pond, Yang spied around, keeping an eye out for a sheen of black and grey. Despite the high number of rather large-ish beasts living here, spotting one proved to be a difficult task. Maybe if she'd invested time into them and learnt them, they would get to a point of greeting her at the gate.. Yang mused at the thought. She had so many creatures, customized beasts, yet she didn't know much about them; the idea that a being, especially one of the more...questionable or soul-chilling morals, could not only expect her arrival but be thrilled by it, was a hefty weight of moral quandary that left her feeling light-headed. There was never a shortage of terrible, in-humane and despairing things that went on in the Labs. As easy as it was for Yang to pass-by the basic instinct of compassion when doing her work, it was a whole different story with the living beings that were in Her care, apart of Her life. A few leaves that had dried out over the last week, crunched under the weight of her scuffed runners. The ponds fountain bubbled softly, the lily pads long drifting to the sides of the pond, the clear water only partially disrupted by the ripples it caused. The weighted thoughts of powerful beings who were told- nay, Created! -to listen to their masters fell to the wayside. The beings she had accumulated were no Gods, and as far as she knew, maintained simple, animal thought, wherein their life was as it was, for as long as it would be, un-perturbed by the moral quandaries of their existence. Yang took a slow, deep breath, and let it out in a loud, ugly expulsion. Moral quandaries! Even in a what-was-once sanctuary, the rows that pulled her through her work pulled at her thoughts!
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 15:54:55 GMT -6
A soft coo came from around the fountain, and as Yang leaned to her right, a gentle face came around the corner; Reinic gave a gleeful trill, an obviously happy noise, as she slid into the pond. Gliding effortlessly towards Yang, her long neck reached up into Yangs reaching hands. Yang crouched down low to the waters edge, a soft relief flowing from a bud of anxiety that had been sitting in her chest not a minute earlier. "Hi baby," Yang softly spoke, holding Reinics head as the beasts eyes closed and a soft murmur of noises came from her throat. "How've you been, girl?" Reinics long ears floated on the surface, her serpentine body languidly moving in the ponds water. Yang had forgotten how effortlessly Lotine moved in the water, even with this ones bat-like wings folded along her back. Her flower held an opalescent berry, still small, hard, and as shiny as any stone. It had been a long time since Yang had pampered her, nevermind to a point of producing Lola! With her happily purring as Yang held / pet her head and neck, the idea of seeing about Lola wasn't too far fetched. Surely her beauty would produce fine offspring, geneticly-altered or not! Yang smooched the top of Reinics nose, to which the lotine put underwater, blowing a small stream of bubbles. How silly! 6 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [6/20] Reinic: Lvl. 3 [1/5]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 17:37:58 GMT -6
A soft velvet touch, Yang enjoyed stroking Reinics neck. The girl was otherwise distracted by the pond and its ecosystem, her head bobbing about as she moved on from blowing bubbles to nosing some reeds, blinking languidly before nosing around the lilies. Yang was sure the girl knew every in and out of the pond she had occupied for most of her life; maybe looking for goodies or anything that might've been dropped. Yang couldn't help but glance around too, eyes moving over the river-rocks, the moss, the grass, reeds, and algae with a tired look. Reinic took the opportunity to nose Yangs' free hand, pushing into its palm for some well-deserved pets. Her soft coo had Yang smiling, rubbing under the girls neck & chin despite the water that beaded on Reinics fur. What was a little water on her outdoor coat? Satisfied, the lotine pushed off from the rocks, gliding out of Yangs hands and back towards the pond. She didn't go far; blipping under the surface for only a second, her eyes peeping above the glass surface, her body in comfortable coils just beneath the surface. Yang was left kneeling in the grass, wiping what water stuck to her hands, off onto her jeans. It was nice to see her first and so far, only lotine, and in such fine spirits! Reinic had never been feral, though she had been far more cantankerous the last time she'd stopped in for a visit. Yang watched Reinic swim around in lazy circles, dipping under the water, bobbing back to the surface, and otherwise lazily drifting just out of Yangs reach. 7 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [7/20] Reinic: Lvl. 3 [2/5]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 18:10:52 GMT -6
Yang dipped her fingers in the ponds cool water, flicking and splashing with small movements. There was a ton of aesthetic work to do to her gardens for sure, but more importantly, the animals and creatures here needed attention too. Agh, if only she'd thought to bring treats! Hand retreating back into the coat sleeve, she looked down to the disrupted water with some disgruntled feelings. It wouldn't be that outside of her reach, would it? To make a run to the store? There was still a whole half of the day to her, and without having any plans made outside of work (which was put on hold), the day was free for most anything; including a run to the shop. Reinic swam through her vision, a sleek movement of black and silver below the water. Bubbles and plant particles swirled in the currents she made, flowing alongside the ponds edge, heading back towards the fountain. Her head bobbed up for an instant, dipping back low with a flash of her silver tail. Yang watched in peace; she was so pretty! Obviously the girl was unperturbed by the lack of fresh water, pellets, fish, or anything else Yang could've brought with her. She was happily swimming in her pond, shared by the Seryn who, for the most part, went un-seen. As far as Yang was concerned, the fish were still somewhere in the pond. The rest of the creatures in her garden however...surely they wouldn't've gone beyond the wooden fence? Yang casually glanced over her shoulder, back towards the gate she'd come through a few minutes before. None of the pets had the instinct or headspace to learn the ins-and-outs for a gate, nor did that have power to bust it open. Still; Yang felt like a stranger in a patch of wilderness, and checking in on the other pets felt like her top priority this afternoon. Right up next to a mental note of 'Remember!!; get pet treats! for reinic!!!' 8 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [8/20] Reinic: Lvl. 3 [3/5]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 18:49:50 GMT -6
Something wet dropped onto Yangs face, and she flinched in surprise! Casting a look skyward, a small, grey cloud had smeared itself across the sky. The expansive blue space and what were once white, fluffy clouds, suddenly felt like a looming omen, hovering a lot closer than earlier and feeling a little more unwelcoming than it had been this morning. Another speck of wetness landed on Yangs cheek, and she rubbed it away on her sleeve. Reinic came gliding over, undisturbed by the gentle drops that touched down on the ponds surface. The plants rolled along the waves she made, the surface a rippling buzz as she murred deep in her throat, her head coming up to meet Yangs hand. "Still nice out," Yang murmured, firmly petting Reinics head as her eyes happily lulled shut. Reinic would thrive in this weather; Yang could already feel a chill zipping along her skin. Maybe what she needed out here was a fire-pit; somewhere to burn some logs, create some heat. If not for the beasts, for herself! Even in winter, a nice, stone fire-pit, sheltered by the alcove of trees, would be a perfect way to spend a snowy day. Yang gave a quiet 'Ha!' still petting Reinic generously, while avoiding the delicate flower that grew from her forehead. What was the likely hood of ever having more time off? 9 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [9/20] Reinic: Lvl. 3 [4/5]
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Post by Jack on Sept 19, 2020 19:36:48 GMT -6
CARROT
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 20:30:34 GMT -6
From the waters' edge, Reinics head moved out from Yangs stroking hands, nosing a particular piece of green that protruded from the ground. With a nip, grip, and a tug, out popped A Carrot! Yang gave a second, just-as quiet 'ha!', leaning back in slight as Reinic snacked on the loudly crunchy vegetable. It was always good to see a space where any food could thrive. "Alright baby," Yang reached out to gently pet the girls ears. Reinic's focus on the bits of carrot she'd missed with her enthusiastic eating. "I gotta go check on everyone else now," Her ears were so soft! Reinic gave a warm murr of sound, head swaying back towards Yang with the carrot finished. Yang gave her a second kiss of the day on her forehead, standing up with minimal feelings of pins & needles. Upon standing, Reinic dipped back towards the water, un-interested in following anyone out into the world outside of her pond. Yang stretched sky-ward before bending over to dust off what grass and dirt has become stuck. The rain must've been around earlier, as there was more than a few clumps of green grass sticking to her clothing. Taking the time to pick off any muck, plant or piece of dirt, she gradually turned away from the pond where Reinic continued to swim languidly. 10 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [10/20] Reinic: Lvl. 3 [5/5]
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Post by Yang on Sept 19, 2020 20:44:28 GMT -6
Despite the starting promise of rain, Yang started down the dirt path towards the mess of nature that was the entire half of her garden space. Down a small hill, up another, surrounded every-which way by tree's, Yang had No Clue what the first step would be to tackle a large gardening project such as clearing these massive plants. The whole plot would probably sit untouched for another 50 years, maybe 70. What reason could there be to throw her all into this massive, jungle-of-a-mess? Trudging down the trail on her own time, she looked on along the ground and the trees. It really was hard to see much; the bushes, the grass, the amount of sapplings that had sprouted over the summer. There was so Much vegetation that she was beginning to feel lucky that the trail was still there at all! At thirty paces, Yang came to a small clearing of space. A rest stop, if she'd ever seen one, with pits of material left behind by the Rest-ies. Slowly walking along the 'border' of the clearing, she peered beyond the branches, the trunks, and the bushes. If she could just catch a glimpse of colour, she could track down another one of her creatures. This tactic...probably wasn't going to work with her one that almost looked literally like a tree, but maybe she could spot a kinoko; cute buggers, those ones were, and brighter than almost any other creature she owned.
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Post by Nadia on Sept 20, 2020 10:51:41 GMT -6
The wind blows over the grasses and trees with a rustle. What is there to be discovered further on...?
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Yang on Sept 20, 2020 11:43:01 GMT -6
She saw the red before anything else; just a glimpse through some trees. As Yang rounded the bend and past the thick leaves of some nearby bushes, the smudge of red in a sea of green was revealed to be the backside of an adult Amanita! Sitting at the base of a moss-laden tree, it looked like she was snacking on some mushrooms, and otherwise un-phased by Yangs' presence. Clicking her tongue, Yang crouched down, reaching her hand out in a tempting offer for the Kinoko to come closer. As far as she knew, the amanita breed wasn't poisonous, so handling her wasn't going to be harmful. The mushrooms were more interesting to the girl however, and she snacked on, watching Yang in uninterested indifference. Yang was equally unimpressed. Dumb mushroom animal, couldn't bother to walk the few steps to say hi. 12 __________ Yang: Lvl. 14 [12/20] Amanita: Lvl. 0 [1/5]
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