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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:04:11 GMT -6
First she closed her tackle box- she didn’t need that spilling everywhere if she tripped over it. Then she pulled a folded up mess of metal out of her bag. It didn’t look like much like this, but it was actually a tripod for her pole. That way she could leave it alone for a while without having to worry about it getting pulled into the water should that freakishly strong fish show up again. She was starting to hate that fish, whatever it was. She fiddled with the contraption for a bit, finally managing to unfold it into its full form, setting it up on the ground. With that done, she slotted her pole into it and stood up. It still wasn’t INCREDIBLY stable considering that it was still set up on soft, muddy ground but it was a great deal better than her last setup, which was… absolutely nothing.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:04:26 GMT -6
From there, Fiera went to get her chair set up. She had this slung over her back on top of her bag, which was a bit uncomfortable to carry but nothing that she couldn’t handle. (By which she meant she whined prodigiously as she walked with it, but wasn’t about to set it down.) Unlike the pole stand, this one was a lot easier to unfold and she almost managed to do it in one fluid motion, having to shake it out the rest of the way. Still, at least it was up now. She dragged it in front of her pole stand, nodding with satisfaction. Then she nudged her tackle box over to one side of her chair, keeping it within hand’s reach. Now she could afford to “decorate” a bit and get properly unpacked. Part of her was still nervous about this, considering that Ophelia could decide to cause trouble again any minute now…
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:04:46 GMT -6
But she decided to give the amphadron the benefit of the doubt. It looked like the tadpole was now racing around the inner perimeter of the pond as quickly as possible, going faster and faster for a reason Fiera could only begin to guess at. Still, she wasn’t about the discourage the amphadron’s speed training. The tournament that she intended to enter Ophelia in was coming up any day now, and she needed her amphadron to be as well prepared as possible. Right now Ophelia was quite zippy, but Fiera knew that as they got older, amphadron slowed down… a lot. Ophelia would definitely be one of the slowest competitors in the competition at this rate, and any boost in speed that the humanish could get would be a blessing. Unfortunately, it wasn’t looking like Fiera would have time for gym training for the young moss amphadron’s sake.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:05:05 GMT -6
In fact, she was struggling to make time for training itself. She had meant to have Ophelia all done and ready by now, but for various reasons the humanish hadn’t been able to finish her up yet. It wasn’t any fault of Fiera’s of course- it never was- but it meant that Ophelia would be lucky to finish her training in time, and it was starting to make the humanish quite nervous. She loathed coming in second or, god forbid, third, but if she didn’t get going on Ophelia’s training soon, she wouldn’t place at all. And that was a shame! Fiera knew that amphadron had a lot of potential- it was why she had picked one, after all- but they were quite underused in the tournament circuit. The humanish was hoping to change that fact with Ophelia… but it would take a lot of work on her part.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:05:18 GMT -6
Well, Fiera was nothing if not a creature that enjoyed hard work. Sometimes. When she felt like it. Look, she had had a hard life, she deserved to take some time off, okay? Ophelia deserved to have a nice life too, now that she was looking at her. She might not like this fishing trip right now, but getting out like this, letting her pet explore the world, was one of the things she liked best about her pets. Getting to give them a nice life that she didn’t have. Ophelia was young! Fresh faced! She should be able to enjoy life at least a little. Or at least until it was time to get going with the tournament training again, because Fiera REALLY needed to get back on track with that. With that in mind, Fiera checked her watch. They had been here for quite a while now...
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 1, 2020 11:05:30 GMT -6
Well, she would have to stick it out for a little longer. She had still caught barely any fish! Her bucket was pathetically empty right now, with only one lonely yellow fish for her trouble. It gazed up at her smugly, as if mocking Fiera for her poor fishing skills. Fiera gave it a glare so harsh it could crack ribs, but thankfully the water softened the blow and merely reduced the fish to a fearful lump in the corner of the bucket. “That’s more like it…” The humanish grumbled, turning back to the pond. She could afford to ‘decorate’ a bit now, but she figured she should check her line first. She had spent a lot of time putzing around after all, and she knew that there was still some manner of giant fish in this pond. She had no doubt that it would strike again, and this time she would be ready for it.
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Post by Nadia on Aug 1, 2020 17:04:41 GMT -6
Oh! It's... not a fish, but it's... something.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 2, 2020 12:07:00 GMT -6
Sure enough, as soon as she thought that, she saw the tip of her fishing rod bend down toward the water, as if pointing at something in there. Had the fish come back for more? Well, Fiera was determined to be ready for it this time, and she scuttled over to pick up her rod and start reeling. As she began pulling it in, she realized that this fish must have been huge. After all, she couldn’t feel any give on her end of the line. Ophelia hung close to the shore, watching eagerly as Fiera struggled against whatever was on the other end of the fishing line. The humanish leaned back with all her strength, trying to give the line a little slack so it didn’t straight up snap like last time. Fiera was pretty sure that if the same thing happened twice in a row to her and she had to re-string her fishing pole AGAIN...
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 2, 2020 12:07:18 GMT -6
She would probably just snap it over her knee and go home, to be honest. Really, fishing was annoying enough as is without the constant string of tragedies that kept befalling her on this trip. Still, it didn’t look like the line was going to give out this time, and she felt a sudden, signficant give all at once. Did the fish just… give up? That wasn’t like most fish, but who knew. Maybe there was some bonkers animal in this pond that would put in massive effort and then just keel over for anything that came at it. It wouldn’t be the weirdest creature she had seen in The Labs City, that was for sure. As she reeled in the fish though, she was sure that something was wrong. She never pulled up a fish this easily, it was as if it wasn’t putting up any resistance at all except for the water pressing down on it.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 2, 2020 12:07:32 GMT -6
Finally, she saw the water start to ripple as whatever she was reeling in neared the surface. She didn’t see any movement though. Whatever was on the end of the line was refusing to splash around and otherwise struggle for its freedom, making Fiera more than a little concerned. Had she… killed it? Pulled off something important with her hook? She was pretty worried if she was being honest. A dead fish usually wasn’t worth anything, not to mention she didn’t usually come here looking to hurt things. As the hook finally exited the water however, her sympathy turned to disappointment. It was a piece of seaweed. It hung uselessly from the end of her pole, as if staring her in the face with mockery. She glared at it, taking in the sight of her most recent catch with more than a little loathing, drumming her fingers on her leg.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 2, 2020 12:07:56 GMT -6
It was a pretty regular piece of seaweed, though Fiera knew that some people ate this sort of thing. It was broad and brown, implying a life in an environment that got a lot of light on a day to day basis, which made sense considering she found it in such a shallow pond. It was healthy looking to be sure, but it… wasn’t a fish. Fiera grit her teeth and did her best to not be upset about it, and quickly took it off the hook, leaving her bait untouched. At least that hadn’t fallen off, and she could reuse it for another catch. Small blessings. As for the seaweed, she flung it into her catch bucket, surprising the one fish that still lurked in there. She had no personal use for the seaweed, but she was sure she could find someone who would buy it, or at the very least she could hock it to that one trader.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 2, 2020 12:08:34 GMT -6
That guy always creeped Fiera out, but at least he had consistently good stuff to trade. There was always a catch, you know? If someone had good goods, chances are there was something wrong with them as a person to make them… undesireable. Fiera was just glad that this guy’s only issue was that he had an interesting stage persona. He was hard to haggle with, but Fiera was pretty sure she could get him to take the seaweed. She could sell water to a fish, if she was being honest. And there was nothing Fiera was known for more than her honesty. But now that she had “caught” that seaweed in such a daring struggle of skills… she had to try again. There had to be SOME sort of fish in here, right? Other than her own amphadron? She wound in her hook some more until it was reset once more.
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Post by Nadia on Aug 2, 2020 14:17:18 GMT -6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 4, 2020 11:04:56 GMT -6
After that, Fiera raised her pole above her shoulder and flicked it forward effortlessly. The lure flew out into the water, splashing into the middle of the pond. Fiera smiled- some good luck there, for once. Or perhaps she was just getting better at casting. It was hard to tell sometimes if she was being honest, as fishing was… well, it was easy for her to wait around until something got caught, that was for sure. But the actual skillful parts of fishing such as choosing the right spots and having the dexterity and strength to pull the fish in again… that was a little harder for her. She was managing well enough so far, but it was hard to tell how much of the humanish’s losing streak so far was due to bad luck and how much of it could be attributed to Fiera just plain not being very good at fishing.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 4, 2020 11:05:28 GMT -6
Fiera would, of course, always say it was bad luck. She was great at everything after all- these fish were just jealous of her amazing skills and avoiding her as a result, that’s all. She nodded sagely to herself as the bobber floated in the water. If Ophelia could roll her eyes, they would have probably fallen out of her skull by now. With the cast done and out of the way however, Fiera flopped down in her chair, ready to settle in and wait. She leaned her pole up against the stand she had set up for it, making sure it was secure before sitting back comfortably. As she did though, she noticed something on the ground. She glanced around a bit before leaning over to get a closer look at the offending object, squinting at it through the bright sunlight filtering through the rustling trees that stood overhead.
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