Darky
Flea Market Artist
Veritas et Aequitas
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Post by Darky on Feb 7, 2022 11:33:41 GMT -6
Sunday Stamina: 5 Strength: 4 Resistance: 4 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Stone Skin, Thick Fur Moves: Bite, Silence, Sweet Scent (Sweets)
Taught Tricks: Name, Come, No, Stay, Follow, Bow, Lay Down, Accept Sudden Movements, Tolerance, Tack Up, Carry Load, Carry Rider
There's more than one way to catch a fly, or so the old saying used to go. The task on the board that day was an odd one, to be sure, for it seemed both an overly easy task, as well as far more complex than some would imagine. When the sphinx read it, her immediate thoughts went towards locating the faeron and bringing them along. After all, small airborne dragons who love insects seemed the perfect fit for such a task as hunting infinitely small prey.
But then again.. controlling said faeron would have been a challenge on its own, and ultimately they might have got into mister Turner's crop every bit as much as the bug were, chaos unbridled as they were. The sphinx spent most of the way back home in deep thought as how she could solve this deceptively simple conundrum.
Until inspiration came from a saying the locals seemed quite too entirely fond of.
(1) Sunday: 20 (1/5)
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Feb 7, 2022 11:34:11 GMT -6
One can catch more flies with honey - something which seemed both truth and bizarreness to the mammalian, as her experience with honey was rather limited. Now a carcass, even one sun-dried and sand-blasted, that seemed to work for the flies just as well as anything else she knew, but somehow she didn't think bringing along Nightmare to act as semi-dead bait would work half as well with all the fruit around.
So, instead, something much larger, much rounder, and much fluffier was slowly walking behind her as the mammalian arrived to the orchard where the berry bushes grew. The poofasaurus had enjoyed a rather nice vacation from doing anything, training involved, so it was initially a little difficult to get her to even wake up from her mid-noon nap, much less to lumber to her feet and leave.
But eventually she did, and gradually the two were able to get through the City without too much incident (but still with a fair amount of looks from passer-bys), before they reached Turner's garden proper.
(2) Sunday: 20 (2/5)
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Post by Darky on Feb 7, 2022 11:34:45 GMT -6
It was a good thing Turner was still busy with the shop on the other side of the complex, for the sphinx rather wondered what he would have made of the sight of a poofasaurus arriving on scene to 'fix' this problem. There was a logic to her madness, though..
Carefully, the sphinx navigated the poofasaurus through the rather narrow gate (for her size, at least) and guided her between the berry bush lanes to the centre of the garden, being mindful to avoid her stepping on anything. In truth, Sunday's largeness belied a certain lightness of feet, which might have surprised some. Still.. even light on her feet meant a wrong step could cause considerable damage to the next harvest of berries..
Once to the centre, the sphinx merely commanded the poofasaurus to lay down in the grass, rather ending up looking like a pale round hill of white fur (Or a strange-coloured haystack, if someone were to be more nearsighted). (3) Sunday: 20 (3/5)
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Darky
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Post by Darky on Feb 7, 2022 11:35:11 GMT -6
Next up came the wait. The sphinx didn't have to wait all too long, as soon enough a certain sickly sweet aroma began to drift through the air, the natural odour for the poofasaurus in question. Reminiscent of caramels and sweets of different kinds, saccharine to the absolute core. A scent which many shop owners would surely wish to bottle if they could, in order to make their wares in stores that much more mouth-watering, and thus likely to sell.
But the intended effect here was not entirely different to that. Where many shopkeepers of confectioneries and candy stores would constantly rue the presence of bugs and flies repeatedly assaulting their wares, here that was the entire point.
To offer the bugs something much sweeter than berries. Not something they could eat, for as sweet as she smelled, the poofasaurus' fur hardly tasted any better or worse than normal fur, but the bugs certainly didn't know that.
(4) Sunday: 20 (4/5)
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Post by Darky on Feb 7, 2022 11:35:44 GMT -6
It wasn't long until a much more visible swarming began to happen around Sunday, who, for her part, seemed to hardly notice the sudden attention. Which wasn't saying much, as she often hardly even noticed much larger things trying to climb her fur, such as the hatchlings back home.
The further the scent spread, the more it began to draw in the various bugs, who left the berries in favour of much sweeter prospects. Ones they might have been disappointed in, if they truly knew the cause of the scent, but fortunately the gradual buzzing cloud seemed much too confused to notice the deception.
When the sphinx felt like they had gathered enough to spare most of the garden (for she couldn't exactly inspect every bush for remaining ones), she had the poofasaurus stand up and follow her out of the garden, the buzzing entourage still surrounding her. A pied piper of flies.
They would head into the deeper forests surrounding the park, where eventually most bugs would disperse, but whichever ones remained intermingled in her fur would surely provide the ghaenelts at home with an enticing eat, more so if they had to dig around Sunday's thicket of a coat for it.
(5) - (added) Sunday: 21 (0/5)
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Post by NPC on Feb 23, 2022 21:25:10 GMT -6
Congratulations, you have successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to the bank and your prize will be sent out shortly.
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