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Post by Èdan on May 4, 2022 4:20:43 GMT -6
Maybe the next time around he'll also need to invest in a lid for the damned thing.. Or just find a more permanent solution entirely. (Magic's always a tempting thought in that regard, and he would be lying if the idea of a magical pocket of water for fish containment wouldn't have been a thought that had occurred more than once. But magic's an easy way out and wrought with ways it can utterly backfire, so best not unless there's literally no other option. Last thing he wants is to have the dimension destabilize and suddenly spew the whole of the contents out in a great splash of water, right in the middle of the street).
"Go see if you find anything else," he points the pup back towards the encroaching shore, while he fusses around with the tools and bags, packing things up. A tin of pellets ends up in his hands, which, well.. Might as well. He stands and heads to the shore, to scatter them near the pup's location (As he'll need as much help as possible).
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Post by Èdan on May 4, 2022 8:06:11 GMT -6
The pellets are as likely to attract fish as the pup's attention, but at least it keeps both of them entertained in the meantime. With a pitter-patter of paws, the rakai dashes side-to-side across the shallow waters surrounding the slowly sinking pellets, as if expecting something to happen any second now (When in truth the constant sound and motion is more than likely to actually drive anything away). Fortunately he's pretty quick to tire from it and suddenly slows to a stop, hunching down in the stony shore, as if to stalk the waters.
It's still hardly a 'stalking' act worthy of note considering the gilded scales hardly blend in, but perhaps that glint might be enough to attract some attention. In the meantime, the courier walks back, snatching up the broken net along the way. As messed as it is, there's unexpected opportunity attached, so he figures to hold onto it just a tad bit longer.
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Post by Èdan on May 4, 2022 8:11:18 GMT -6
As he's folding it, a glint of red flashes past from among the grey-green seaweed and soppy algae, just quick enough to catch his attention, but not so quick as to be unable to react - Within the next second, something falls due to the shifting of the net and the man's reflexes are quick to follow. The hand springs outwards and snatches the red shape, well in time before it would have met a rather nasty splatter on smooth, but solid pebbles below.
The head slowly tilts, as he brings the round shape closer. Another egg? This one couldn't have been hiding among the netting this whole time.. (Not intact, at least. Between the beating it took to drag out of the waters, and the abuse when reeling in the ram fish, anything soft-shelled would have surely been crushed). And at the same time, something as bright red as this could hardly be considered 'easy to miss' among a shoreline of dull grey.
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Post by Èdan on May 4, 2022 8:15:35 GMT -6
For a good long second he half wonders whether he's somehow stepped into the manor (But several reality checks within his mind quickly dispel that notion. Things can be bizarre even without the world being bent around the incomprehensible reality of one mad entity). He turns the egg around, finding no more or less marring marks that the other one, though by comparison the grey stone could at least be explained away as easily hidden.
Another possibility is someone or something left it, when he wasn't looking. Of course, that would presume that he isn't, in fact, paying attention to their immediate surroundings (And while the courier could certainly come across as someone more sedate in nature on the surface, that hardly means as much is true beneath). If anything, the appearance of an interloper would have far sooner alerted the pup, who seems to have a near sixth sense towards anything that would give him a reason to begin barking loudly.
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Post by Yang on May 4, 2022 21:14:31 GMT -6
Something lays tucked away, not far from where you are...
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Post by Èdan on May 5, 2022 5:48:25 GMT -6
The head turns briefly, perhaps even comically towards the pup stalking the shoreline. There's no more indication of anyone else being around on shore than before, and if anything it more seems like his entirely focus has been funnelled into the water before him (Which, of course, now would be the time here the pup would discover the ability to focus on the task at hand). A moment's consideration passes, and the head instead turns upward.
But no, the skies are still overcast, but otherwise clear of anything passing over them in the same turn. Something like an egg could still well survive a fall from a great height.. Just because it isn't probable, doesn't mean its impossible. Alternatively, maybe there really are windblown nests along the shore, where the nest itself has long since scattered only to leave the eggs hiding in plain sight.
Whichever the case, he'd certainly be interested in seeing what sort of beast thought that was a good idea.
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Post by Èdan on May 5, 2022 5:55:33 GMT -6
He looks back to the shoreline, seeing it ever creep slowly closer. The pup hadn't moved from his stalking position, but the waters were slowly starting to reach his paws by this point. Well, they still have a bit of time to tidy up, but not much. If there really are some unseen eggs scattering the shoreline, then the incoming tide will surely surface them one way or another.
As he begins to fold up the net once more, walking back to where the bucket sat, another thought ends up crossing his mind - There's potentially predators who would also use this type of "floating free lunch" to their advantage, particularly flying ones.. And given the city has no end to dragons and dragon-like, even water-based, perhaps they are in something of a hurry after all.. Best hope that the lures catch something soon, so they don't have to wait around to find out just how true that might be.
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Post by Èdan on May 21, 2022 4:00:40 GMT -6
No sooner does the thought cross his mind that he spots something in the floodwater, bright and purple against the otherwise bland mix of gray and teal - Another egg, already floating along the slow current. Tucking the fishing rod under arm, the courier walks towards the waterline, wading in about ankle deep in order to reach out and pluck it from the waters. This one wouldn't have been on the shoreline where they stayed, at least not anywhere closed. Considering the current, it's far more likely it was already floating downriver by the time it got to their spot.
So. Something depositing them upriver, then? Certainly a possibility, and could explain the odd spots and nooks these things end up in (And while he's heard of a distribution system, he somehow doubts it works quite as well with a distributary. Then again, this is the city, the heart of all things science and ethically questionable, so stranger things..)
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Post by Èdan on May 21, 2022 4:05:25 GMT -6
The pup's fish quest hasn't yielded much more results in the meantime, though there's still a sense of trying so the man leaves him be for now. Passing the pup, whose feet are now more in water than out, he does not it takes a couple of steps longer to get back to (Relatively) dry land. The thing about observations is that they only start accounting for escalations once there's sufficient information for it. Where the flood looked crawling in initial observations, he can't help but notice that the tide's really looking to pick up the place. They might well have a lot less time than he though..
"Don't get yourself drowned," he calls to the rakai, as he walks back to the bucket and toolbox with quicker step. The egg gets stowed in the satchel, the fishing rod briefly set aside while he throws everything else back into the toolbox, not being particularly picky as to where.
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Post by Èdan on May 21, 2022 4:10:22 GMT -6
Most of the hooks are largely spent and unusable, though they could still serve other purposes (Plus, with the boots still drying out, the less he has to worry about stepping on any of them in a rush, the better. He's not about to spend a healing elixir on something as simple but irritating as a foot wound). In the shuffle, there's a pause as he looks closer to one compartment of the box and pulls out a still intact hook that had been hiding at the back corner, out of sight. From the looks of things, it might very well be the last one..
The eyes dart from hook to fishing rod and back. Well. They are about to leave anyway, so might as well. Picking up the rod, he undoes the knot on the line, pulling off an older hook and replacing it with the spare. Turning, he stands and scans the approaching waterline of any deeper spot a bit further in.
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Post by Èdan on May 21, 2022 4:14:43 GMT -6
It might be approaching fast, but that doesn't mean it's anywhere deep enough to have something swim around in it (Or even crawl, for that matter) that isn't looking to have a sip of fresh air in the process. Spotting a darker area a little to the right, he casts the line in that direction, though isn't very particular as to whether it lands exactly there, or close enough to its edge to matter. With the hook in place, he places the rod between two heavier rocks, to avoid it getting yanked into the waters and resumes packing.
Moving the toolbox to the thick grassy bluff on the side is easy enough, but it takes a considerably amount of strength and careful steps to bring it up the dry mud slope all the way to the top. The remains of the tangled net follow soon after, though largely as a result of being a backhanded toss from below.
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Post by Èdan on May 21, 2022 4:20:55 GMT -6
That's all the equipment, leaving only the pup and the fishing rod itself. Walking to where the two stones are keeping the rod in line, he gives the pup a whistle. To the pup's credit, the ears do perk up even though his face remains staring at the water, as if transfixed on something within. So much so he doesn't really seem to noticed the rising tide, or simply isn't too concerned about needing to swim. The courier whistles again, as the pup's a bit further out than the voice can carry (Comfortably, at least. And what's the point of training them calls in whistles if you still end up exerting your not-exactly-great vocal cords anyway).
Finally, the pup's head does raise and he gives a quick 'come here' motion, pulling the fishing rod loose. Once he's close enough, he looks down at him, "Come on, we're packing up. Find what you'll find and then we're leaving." Lastly, the fishing line gets reeled in, before he's able to climb up the shore slope himself.
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Post by Jack on Jun 11, 2022 19:40:49 GMT -6
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Post by Yang on Jun 16, 2022 16:42:41 GMT -6
Something can be gleaned, not far from where you are...
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Post by Èdan on Jul 15, 2022 11:47:03 GMT -6
Some time passes before the courier chances to grace the riverside banks again, though by no means long enough to cause the summertime swelter to subside. If anything, it almost feels like the weather's only looking to add to it. To most it might be close to unbearable, and admittedly it's not exactly a comfort for him either, but the courier's attire is light, the cloth airy (and he's rather used to a sense of warmth in all times of the year. If anything the outside felt a little closer to normal than, say, winter).
The courier is also not alone, though that fact isn't too surprising. Either shadow or pup make up the usual compliment to the river side outings. What's surprising is perhaps that neither seem in presence that day, and instead there's a different sort of shadow training his wake, fluttering and dashing from rock to rock, tree to tree and bog to bog, light of foot and quiet of sound.
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