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Post by Skylos on Oct 9, 2021 5:28:46 GMT -6
"Emp-ee spaces? No one gardens?" the cat asks. "NO no no, it means nobody has rented out that space in years. Its overgrown and needs a major trimming. I'm not paid to upkeep the lots, just document them. Make sure people follow the two pet rule and such. But as long as they aren't 'living' here, I could honestly care less on how many ins and outs of non plants you bring. This is just official purposes, you know." the Warden babbles some as he walks, his digitgrade feet slapping long toes on the ground. With all the books Skylos has read between procuring the weavers to now, he's surprised the primate mammalian isnt' walking on his knuckles like a gorilla. But he keeps that to himself. Mum latches their legs into the little rope ringlets on his fingers so they don't fall off. "Big space or small space, do you think?" he asks the two. "Med-ee-um". fall 15 tbb 15 [fox gallor]
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Post by Yang on Oct 9, 2021 16:45:02 GMT -6
The area labeled 'The Gardens' is no stranger to brambles, gatherings of native wood-land and other clumps of trees, bushes and wild plants. Kept mostly tidied for the community members and other citizens who come and go, there is still more than enough un-touched nature to give the whole are a 'swaddled-in-nature' vibe. There aren't only plants to be found here, should one listen carefully, or look closely between the branches; a swathe of orange slinks amongst the few bushes that still have splashes of green. A agile face buries itself in one small bush, then another, a snapping beak plucking handfuls of autumn-berries and snapping them up quickly. It's not real close to the pathway the being walks, but close enough that a head pops up; fluffy ears swivel, and beady eyes lock on to the company. Being a Gallor vs. a natural wild woodland critter, the innate need to bolt is faded; rather than dart away, the creature watches, continuing to snap up berries a few yards from where the being stands, its' eyes un-blinking and watching...carefully.
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Post by Skylos on Oct 9, 2021 18:12:38 GMT -6
The Warden is still talking, as they walk. "We've got a few more species-specific rules. Lotine? Water dragon things. Heard of em?" Skylos stares blankly before shaking his head no. "No, well good. Pain in the bum to get them, if you want something fancier. They're super territorial, so you can only have one per lot. Can swap them out if you get another. This is going off the idea you have another place to keep critters. But you have one so that is no problem. Its just here in the garden that they get territorial, I think." Water dragons. That sounded really interesting. Did Kepauvoc know anything about lotine? Likely not, they were winged and winged, to Skylos' point of view, don't go swim typically. But then again, he's seen birds taking a bath in the fountain at the city center. So not every winged thing dislikes water. For Mum its just 'words words words...' and its boring. fall 16 tbb 1
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Post by Skylos on Oct 9, 2021 18:18:32 GMT -6
"Small kennel. Me, t-two dogz, weevers." "Gutsy! Well you're real limited on 'other' critters you can have here specifically, keep that in mind. City Hall doesn't take well to stray monsters running loose. Granted, they don't lift a finger otherwise. So you keep a list of what critters you have on the lot with me, and I can keep track of that for you. Oh, watch that rock there." The attendant hops it, but Skylos has to grab fencing in order to keep from falling on his face, planting his feet down hard to catch himself. "I said be careful!" Drawing a hissing intake of breath, his toepads feel scuffed and painful. Owch. The weaver dug in their pointy little legs to avoid being planted into the dirt themself. "Fine... fine." the cat winces, he'll be limping a tad. "See that one there? Very prolific garden. Ok, here's a spare lot here!" They had arrived. tbb 2 17
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:09:18 GMT -6
"Lot number 447." the Warden says finally, stopping before a lot. Its... Skylos could not help but stare at the literal mess of a lot it was. Overgrown with weeds, maybe a few trees in there, but it went far back as the naked eye could see. Perhaps there's even a hint of orange lurking in the brambles. Even as a giant spider, Mum would definitely get lost in this mess.
"So, about garden space. You can't go wider, but the lot can be long as you desire. no design holdups or stuff like that. If you feel like you wanna redo it, you dig it up and out yourself. Compost bins" they point to the bare edges, crowded out by weeds and practically disentegrating. "Use a spare crate or something for trash. This lot's been never claimed so unless those foolish human kids climb over the fences and drink and smoke and do those stupid human things in a spare lot, its mostly plant matter you need to worry about." the Warden told him. tbb 3 18
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:12:04 GMT -6
"What do you think. Good lot? You like it?"
"Uh..." he couldn't think of the term. "| It's horribly overgrown. Don't you ever tend these when not claimed? |" he asked the attendant in Greek, who only gave him a blank look. Languages weren't his ears. Even if they had a bit of white poking out of them.
"Ah... didn't get that at all." An embarrassed scratch of the ears. "Anyways! Good luck, don't forget to come by mah hut and say 'ello, got me? Toodaloo!" And with that, the attendant was gone, having noted Skylos down on the clipboard, without his 'yay or nay', as being the proud owner, of lot 447. So maybe he told a bit of a white lie. This lot had been previously claimed but the owner had died or something, far as records got concerned. Eh, the cat and the spider would turn it around, right. That was the warden's final thought. Plus he had a magazine issue to finish... maybe. tbb 4 19
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:17:23 GMT -6
Far as anyone has seen because who has looked that deep into their weaver's eyes, those multitudes of eyes don't do humanoid motions. For Mum, it's closing them shut and tapping a leg against a paw pad like they're counting to ten in frustration. Telekinetic Minds weren't nearly as much of mind-flayers as Dream weaver, but a lot of observations of motion and sound vibrations against their web reveal a lot about a creature or a human to them. That mammal monkey thing? Totally a liar. Here's where being able to control objects would be handy. Pelting that stupid monkey butt with rocks as he leaves, waving his tail like a dog monster who's done a good job. I understand that. A long pause, as Skylos stands up on his tiptoes to see those ears disappear into a hut down the way. He's only half-assing his job. Why. He had no idea what to do with a garden. fall 20 tbb 5 Skylos lv 10
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:25:30 GMT -6
This isn't much of an accomplishment, getting a garden permit. You don't even get to keep the slip of paper. Certainly not what the draconic had in mind to show that he's worth the trouble. I need my hands Mum. He brings his hand in a bit closer, and starts unlooping most of the ringlets from his fingers. Even with long fur, spider legs feel SUPER weird wandering up onto a higher perch. More of onto his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt and suspenders is rougher than what a fancy person can afford, but it will give a good grip to whatever is holding onto him. For his own creatures. The lot plate number is the only thing that stands out from a gate almost completely covered in vines. Was there anything to catch hold of the lock with so he didn't stick his paws right into a bowl of thorns? tbb 6 21
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:34:38 GMT -6
What had his mother done when it came to keeping house... She always took stock of her tools. Supplies and such. If they needed something but could not afford it, she borrowed from a neighbor or made one. Some shears would be nice. Good tough iron shears. These baby paws hadn't known the labors of the field specifically. Looking about before he starts opening the gate, the cat notices a nearly falling down shed, its door half-opened. Supply closet maybe? Avoiding more rocks to stub his toes on, the cat moves on quiet feet over to the 'shed' and opens the door. It expels dust at his feet.... and that's a lot of webbing. Did he happen upon a weaver's nest? Mum is making clicking noises on his shoulder before scuttling down and heading into the web mess themself. Wait wait wait, don't get eaten! He calls to the spider. tbb 7 22
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:40:39 GMT -6
This would be a handy time to have Lav here to translate clicky noises, he thinks to himself while watching the lurking gray-black with a green stamp disappear into the fog of unused area, held back by webbing. How dense is this stuff anyhow? He pokes it, because why not. The material isn't nearly as thick as he believed, impaling to one nail through it, and bouncing back from the pressure applied. More of a cobweb than anything else, collecting the dust and whatever else happens to fall into it. There's a high-pitched squeal from inside the web, the cat jumps back, his fur bristling around the openings of his shirt collar and sleeves. The squeal peeters out with a sound like something being impaled, before outcomes Mum, mandibles chomped deep into a large, dead, wolf spider. Do their front legs hold their prize close as they come out to eat it? tbb 8 23
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 4:55:00 GMT -6
I guess I don't need to worry if you can or can't feed yourself at this size. Skylos tells the weaver, who simply shuffles down the cobwebs into a corner where they can eat their prize in peace. I need... a sharp stick. Be right back. Thankfully, this natural patch is full of long sticks, and if he's got a sturdy enough one, turning a cobweb into a cotton candy stick wouldn't be that difficult. He's not afraid of spiders but thank goodness he hadn't stuck his paw in there immediately. The crunching sounds of mandibles breaking into a spider's armored body is kind of disturbing to hear. Especially the cracking. Even as 'babies', these spiders were stupid strong. No wonder nothing natural stood a chance. The cat picks up a long stick, give or take the length of his forearm, and gives it a swish through the air. Decent enough for the job. tbb 9 24
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Post by Skylos on Oct 10, 2021 5:00:06 GMT -6
For the thickness of the webs, a duster wouldn't have done the trick. He's seen sweeps take brushes that would take down webs hop down chimneys and come out a different color entirely, but this is much thicker then soot of a chimney. Satisfied, the cat turns back to the shed, to find the weaver has cut a portion of web downwards, rolling the remains of their meal up like some sort of wad of cloth. Are you finished with that? he asks the weaver. The multitude of green tinted eyes give him a... look thats hard to describe as there is no recognizable 'brows' on a spider's face. No? The weaver continues wrapping their meal and stows it in a corner. Must be full then. Be careful, I'm going to break down the cobwebs. The cat warns the spider, who clearly can see a sharp stick in his paw. The activity is pretty clear to Mum, of what he intends to do. fall 25 tbb 10 [bunnydoe galabex]
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Post by Yang on Oct 11, 2021 12:41:26 GMT -6
Just off in the peripheral, a creature steps carefully along the fallen leaves of autumn; Surely its' curiosity that bring the doe close! Quietly sniffing here and there, nibbling a loose green leaf once in awhile, the Galabex gradually makes its way along the garden, passively taking in its surroundings as it munches on. It seems whatever predators could be in the area have been forgotten, the dipping-and-raising head and big eyes aware, but otherwise calm.
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Post by Skylos on Oct 11, 2021 13:20:42 GMT -6
Mum is the one who's seeing movements out of the corner of their eyes, while the cat has his back turned, passively spinning the stick by rubbing it backwards and forwards in his paws, spinning the webs onto the stick. The cobwebs are extra thick in some places, resisting the gathering. The weaver vanishes into the darkness of the shed again, following the cobwebs up into the upper shelvery. Ah, here was the source of the sticking. A good chunk lodged into a raised scab of sort on the wood. A curious poke... before it took four legs out of eight to drag the cobweb lump off its catch and let it fall. The cat isn't expecting it, and he gives a surprised sound when the tugging gives way too suddenly. He looks up and sees glimmering green tinted eyes watching him. Thank you Mum. The weaver doesn't click or respond at him. fall 26 tbb 1
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Post by Skylos on Oct 11, 2021 13:28:57 GMT -6
Now the cobwebs pulled away more easily. If something caught, he tugged at it for a minute before it suddenly came loose. Might be the weaver in the shed doing this but not like he could ask the spider what they were doing in there. The green twin occasionally could be seen climbing around on the shelves, around dusty and webby objects, probably looking for more to eat. If Mum was still hungry, why not finish that wrapped up spider down near the bottom shelf? Without the cobwebs, at least he can see into the shed now. There's a shovel, a rake that looks like its about to break at the handle, some boxes, that might be a watering can... some little hand claw rakes that work better for being down on your hands and knees for working in the dirt... No gloves, but a pretty handy looking set of garden shears. tbb 2 27
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