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Post by Èdan on Mar 20, 2022 16:03:13 GMT -6
As he's plucking the snail off the line, the rakai comes bounding back all excited, as there's something distinctly in his mouth. This time the man's far quicker to recognize the starfish for what it is, along with the resignation that of course the pup would try to carry it in his mouth. "Ah, hey! Drop it!" The pup stops, and lowers his head, spitting out the fish in time for him to come over. "Open," he holds onto the pup's head with one hand, while the other pries the jaws open and parts the lips.
The good news is, the starfish doesn't seem to be spindly enough to cause damage. Whether it's also venomous is something the next few hours will tell. Letting go, he sighs, "Alright, off you go.." picking up the starfish with the flat of the blade and throwing it into the bucket. Finally, he adds a new lure and some worms to the line, making it ready for a new cast.
( First five posts / Second five posts )
. 70 . (added) Perscitus: 42 (0/5) Dry Season: 70
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Post by Jack on Mar 21, 2022 15:36:30 GMT -6
A Ramfish smacks its tail on the surface of the water and glowers at the person and Rakai along the shore. Didn't they know they were infringing on its territory? A Ramfish is smacking the water down the river. It seems aggressive and territorial, maybe you should show you're not a threat if you want to befriend it... Make at least 2-5 RP posts interacting with the creature and trying to tame it. At the end of your taming attempt, make your last post with [done] and wait for staff approval.
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Post by Èdan on Mar 22, 2022 13:47:46 GMT -6
The line is drawn back, the aim aligned to more or less the middle of the shallow river, and he casts it off. With a faint 'blup' the lure splashes into the water and disappears in the quiet stream, leaving only the bobber to float atop. While the current isn't strong, it's still a river and there's still some pull, so the floating bobber quietly finds its way downstream.. when suddenly the waters further down start to bubble and splash.
The sight isn't entirely unusual, as some fish like to 'skip' the surface from time to time, but what's unusual is the fact it's not stopping. Both man and pup turns their attentions towards the angry waters, equally confused and near equally curious about it. The courier even has half a moment to wonder if some bird managed to fail a dive and is now splashing around helpless to take flight again, when the shape that breaks the surface looks to be far more distinctly green and pink in tone than any bird he's seen hereabouts.
Taming: 1
. 71 . Perscitus: 42 (1/5) Dry Season: 71 KKKQ7Srh
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Post by Èdan on Mar 22, 2022 13:52:50 GMT -6
The fishing line lowers, being the lesser of the two concerns, as not far from the splashing the water suddenly breaks to show a round, brown dome surfacing with teeth attached beneath it. The two points - tail and dome, are easily some two meters apart, but distinctly connected..
"What in the.." the courier's expression is now a mixture of incredulous and confused. Whatever it is, is far bigger than anything he's seen stalk the river so far, heavily plated.. and pissed as hell. Even the rakai seems to grasp the gravity of the situation, barking where he stands, but mostly bouncing in place, unwilling to approach it, but not willing to turn and run back to the man either. "Easy, Percy.." the man holds out a hand to quiet him, only marginally successful and his mind goes to work.
Now a fish like that.. Would be worth quite a pretty penny, and certainly be far more interesting to barter than a handful of snails.
Taming: 2
. 72 . Perscitus: 42 (2/5) Dry Season: 72 L78dx6eF
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Post by Èdan on Mar 22, 2022 14:18:54 GMT -6
With quick motions, the courier reels in the line that had been cast and begins to approach the creature, the pup taking his flank once he passes him. He grabs the tangle of netting along the way. The thing doesn't seem particularly happy.. (And neither particularly bright, seeing as it seems to be doing a territorial display against something on land. But.. that's always a nice little freebie to work with). The size proves to be a problem, however, as it's not quite a simple as wrangling the snapper - This thing could, if it really wanted to, crush him quite well.
Which is incidentally the instinct he's going to be betting on.
Whatever it's senses (Its eyes certainly look too small to be of much precision use. Good.) it doesn't seem to pick up on his unsettling presence until he's much closer. By then the tail splashing ceases, and instead the fish keeps angling its head towards him, doing small quick darts forward in the water, as if looking to ram (Absolutely perfect, really).
Taming: 3
. 73 . Perscitus: 42 (3/5) Dry Season: 73
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Post by Èdan on Mar 22, 2022 14:25:26 GMT -6
There's fear now, that sweet sense of something it doesn't understand, but can't shake (As tends to happen with all of them). The man's steps slow, and become more deliberate, as it tries to keep an eye on the fish's motions, while also giving their surroundings a quick lay-over. River to one side, stony dried up shoreline on their side.. and nice bit of standing water just near the edge of the river's original course, cut off from the rest. It's a couple of meters off, but it shouldn't be a problem - If everything works out, the fish would do most of the heavy lifting.
Placing himself between the pool and the fish, it's time to make it pissed off (Something of a speciality of his, in truth). The courier's posture straightens and he walks directly towards it, unphased and unresponsive to its territorial display. Essentially, challenging it further and fully intent on calling it on its bluff.
Taming: 4
. 74 . Perscitus: 42 (4/5) Dry Season: 74
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Post by Èdan on Mar 22, 2022 14:30:29 GMT -6
While he's doing that, he holds a hand out at the rakai, to signal for him to remain where he is. Initially, the fish backs up in the water, as if to retreat.. but it's only to gain more distance between itself and the man. Slowly, his feet enter the water, and he's about calf-deep in the water.. when suddenly the domed form rushed forwards.
The courier doesn't react immediately. He waits that precious few fraction of a seconds completely still, to allow that beady-eyed aim to hone true and unable to change course, before he finally leaps aside, barely dodging the fins of the fish as it crashed into the shore. A pause, and it begins to wiggle, frustrated to have missed and trying to wiggle itself out of the shallows and back into deeper waters, but the man's much quicker on the draw.
Suddenly, a net lands across the fish's head, that self-same contraption that had caught the man and rakai initially, now utilized to its proper purpose. With struggled hefting and feet slipping against the smooth stony shore, the man drags the fish out of the shallows, onto the pebbles and finally across into the standing water, where it's released into something of a cramped captivity.
Breathing out, he digs around the pocket for some of the pellets, adding them to the water for good measure. The thing's likely to be pissed for a while, but at least it wont go hungry.
Taming: 5 - [Done]
. 75 . (added) Perscitus: 43 (0/5) Dry Season: 75
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Post by Yang on Mar 22, 2022 22:55:20 GMT -6
something peaks out from under some pebbles...
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Post by Ashe on Mar 31, 2022 15:07:17 GMT -6
While it's certainly not happy about it, you have successfully captured the creature! Congratulations! Not too far away, near the shore, is another, much less feisty, critter...
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Post by Èdan on May 2, 2022 15:47:12 GMT -6
A chorus of yapping behind him signals the cheer that's likely to be his only reward for the effort of (Somewhat loosely) reeling this thing to shore. A series of disgruntled splashes follow dejected stillness, until finally coming together into a begrudging resignation, if only because the fish finds the situation improved by the presence of food. The courier pulls back on the net in the meantime, loosening it free and beginning to pack it up again. Not for nothing was the effort quite a gamble, as several tattered and snapped strands of the net prove.. but, it looks like the old thing still had some fishing left in it to give.
And likely might even still have fish stuck in it, considering the sheer chaotic tatters its in.
The man turns away from the shallow pool and begins to make his way back to their initial little spot, though isn't remiss to keep an eye (and ear) open in case the fish pulls any unexpected shenanigans.
. 76 . Perscitus: 43 (1/5) Wet Season: 1
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Post by Èdan on May 2, 2022 15:50:53 GMT -6
The fish, for its part, doesn't prove to be a hassle until much later in the day. Before all that, however, the pup finds something on the shore that sends it into a jumping, yapping frenzy, constantly looking between the ground and him, as if to signal to come see. Admittedly, it was part of the pup's training, though the after effect is no less comical.
"Alright, alright, settle down," he grumbles a moment, tossing the net onto the pebbles and wandering over, "What'd you find now?"
Turns out there's two things - Something living, something not (Or not quite yet, rather). The first of the two looks to be another of those strange five-limbed creatures, though this time in shades of pale purple. It's not exactly making great headway from where it got washed ashore, especially with Percy so hot on its heels with excitement it's almost a miracle he hasn't already stepped on the thing with his prancing.
. 77 . Perscitus: 43 (2/5) Wet Season: 2 3GOt7BW7
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Post by Èdan on May 2, 2022 15:55:17 GMT -6
The first one he recalls to be a prickly lot, not exactly something you want to hold for very long (And most things prickly could inevitably also be some form of poisonous or venomous, so even less of a reason to take chances. After all, if all you did was exist on the bottom of a body of water moving very slowly, the last thing you wanted was random predators to come by and constantly peck at you. The best defence? Direct deterrence. The kind where one group of predators inevitably end up the 'focus group' of testing and finding out, from which others quickly learn to no longer test and look elsewhere).
He'll need to find something to lift it with, what with the previous stick having been a victim of the flood. In the meantime, there's also the other find, which, for the briefest of moments almost looks like a plain rock, if the shape of it wasn't.. a bit too orderly.
. 78 . Perscitus: 43 (3/5) Wet Season: 3 GAgLm6DS
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Post by Èdan on May 2, 2022 15:59:05 GMT -6
The word of "egg" comes to mind even before the concept of one does, but once it's there at the forefront of the mind, the pieces fall together easily enough - Another of those strange eggs, one that seems almost custom made for the setting of a stony beach. He picks that one up and turns it all around. No cracks or damage that he can see.. Which is quite surprising considering the river would hardly be very kind to something so fragile, even at low tide.
Which, incidentally, seems to be turning. It's only some moments between coming across the two discoveries and inspecting them, but the shallow shoreline has steadily crept up the dry pebbled beach, almost looking to free the starfish from it's land-locked captivity. A turns of events that's one part inevitable, given the season was likely to begin turning any day now, but still a bit alarming considering they had set up shop pretty much in the middle of the dry part of the riverbed.
. 78 . Perscitus: 43 (3/5) Wet Season: 3 W__SaxK4
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Post by Yang on May 3, 2022 22:04:49 GMT -6
Something can be gleaned not far from where you stand...
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Post by Èdan on May 4, 2022 4:16:23 GMT -6
Right, well.. perhaps it is high time (And high tide) to pack things up and start heading back home. It's not like he has an overabundance of bait and hooks left, and the bucket's fairly full as is. Nevermind the issue with the ram fish.. (Though he does come to think of a creative sort of solution with a particular bracelet in mind). Ah, yes. And also the starfish, still slowly inching its way back towards the creeping waterline. A quick glance around find him with a piece of drywood plank, that makes scooping the thing up easy enough.
A series of brisk steps sees him back at the bucket, and depositing the starfish within, while also gently nudging down some of the snails that look to have climbed quite a distance up along the edge (And here he thought the biggest concern was keeping the pup away from the thing, in case he decided to take a bite).
. 79 . Perscitus: 43 (4/5) Wet Season: 4 LtJWSZxI
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