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Post by Kristofor on Apr 8, 2021 16:30:25 GMT -6
Dated: 04 - 03 -2021 - #24
On the Board
"Hmm." And older looking kapper is standing in front of the quest board, looking cross about something. He scratches his chin as he contemplates the board, seemingly only paying attention to one particular quest posted. That is, until he notices you.
"You! You there!" He'd probably point his finger right in your face if you're short enough for him to reach. "Have you seen my glasses?"
Would it be impolite to point out that there are glasses right on top of his head, you may wonder?
He probably notices your eyes drifting upwards because he snorts and stomps his foot. "No, not THOSE glasses. These glasses."
All of a sudden, he's pulling carefully crafted blown glass balls, delicately shaped pet figurines, and all sorts of other odds and ends out of his pockets. You might start to wonder how he's able to carry all of those around in his pockets without breaking them!
He looks down at the various glass shapes he's holding and then back up to you, hope welling up in his eyes. "I had much more than these, I assure you. But when I was running errands it's possible that I may have, hm. Misplaced some. Could you find them for me?"
In Order to Succeed: Explore around the city and try to find the kapper's missing "glasses". Be careful not to break them once you find them!
Prize: Quest Points
Challenge Rating: Medium
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 8, 2021 16:49:32 GMT -6
Enclosed with the pile of shiny rocks he'd bought from the human in the underground shop is a note. Take two of those amber rocks to the local museum. Get a keystone and perhaps a shiny color stone or what not. and see what happens. So thats what Kristofor ended up doing; having bought a wishbone rock off someone and then finding a purple shiny stone that could've stirred a coffee with difficulty and put them together to be brought to the museum. "I am important doctor. you have fossil for me? Give here give here now." The 'important doctor's accent of common proved worse to hear then anything the fox had encountered here yet. Not to mention he's half the size of the fox, with grabby wide hands thaat hold lots of things, who takes all the pieces he wanted to have, and waddles off with them. "I need little time. You go for short walk, and come back." "you took too long, your fossil is revived, here is flittisaur!" The fox blinked as a literal baby bird got shoved in his arms, and the 'important doctor shooed him out the door without any more then that. "Take good care of your new pet!" Uh.... what? 1
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 8, 2021 19:58:06 GMT -6
The baby bird's little wings snagged on his satchel strap as the creature started to slip from his arms, hooking on tight. Think like a sloth. Thankfully Kristofor noticed and caught the thing's little feet on his arm for it to land there. It blinked sleepily, a bit of tangerine orange seen in its eyes as it hung there, against the fox's warm body. It blinked again, eyes half mast. Before nuzzling the softness that clung to every inch near the warm source and going right back to sleep. The creature had purple scales and tiny pinkish red barbs poking out of its head and chicken wing arms. Not really a bird but a naked chicken thing that was purple. Could birds even BE purple? Well if a male dog can have puppies with another male dog without having complications (and he still couldn't fathom that), why not have purple chickens. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 8, 2021 20:05:36 GMT -6
Not wanting to disturb the creature too much, as he'd learned that babies need lots of sleep to grow, Kristofor carefully unhooked the baby bird from the satchel strap so he could pull it back under his arm, open it, and scoot some stuff aside enough so it could nestle inside and keep enough head exposed to breathe. The bird thing sighed as it put its pointed face into its warmth. Good, it would nap there and dry and rest. He'd feed it something when it woke up because go figure, the 'important doctor' shoved him out the door with narry an idea on what to do with a baby bird. Fun. Just so happens that as the fox came past the kennel, a place he no longer occupied for the time being, something shiny rolled in his path, his placed foot stopping the object. "Mine, mine!" something yelled out. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 8, 2021 21:53:39 GMT -6
It was short, and reminded Kristofor of the little creature who owned Sprout the lumpy lizard, the creature surged forward and snagged the shiny object before examining it with careful and squinty vision. 'No harm done, good. Much trouble to polish again.' it jabbered in Laiyan. It was a glass globe, enclosing a delicate looking design inside. How'd this be made... it caught his eye and the fox couldn't help himself to not ask. 'Trade secret!' the creature jabbered, ruffling in its pockets... 'and I lost some! Help find my glasses!' it asked. Fox pointed obviously at the glasses on top of its little leathery head. Hairless, he noted. "Not those!" it cried. Holding up the glinting glass orb. 'Theese glasses. Several lost. Need found. Help find?' Either it wasn't trying to do a good job or otherwise. Or trying to get its point across. The fox didn't try to shush it, for he didn't feel movement from the baby bird at all. 4
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 3:57:51 GMT -6
'I will keep an eye out for them.' he finally decided to tell the small creature. Seemed to pacify it enough to stop throwing its hands about and start collecting its collections into small groups, for glass orbs don't typically pile well. 'Good. good. I stay, you go. Find things, be back.' it chirps distractedly. a good inclanation that he no longer had any reasoning to hang about the creature. Person. Uh... whatever it was. Although he said he'd keep an eye out for the orbs and glasses of various types, the fox had more of a question on what the heck to do with a baby bird. Er, He believed it was a bird, although the feathering looked barby and sparse. The library? The space where he'd adopted Sirius? Asking Ms. Kevin, who appeared to know everything? Maybe ask the human female who owned Dawson's ....playmate? The one from the contest? 5
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 4:10:17 GMT -6
Going back to where he came from sounded like a decent enough idea; if there was one person in the museum who did fossil stuff, maybe there were some that knew about once the fossils were... real. Really alive. Granted, he kept odd moment checking in the bag to make sure the baby bird, still nestled in his satchel, was alive. It had a very slow reaction speed. First time waking up maybe? Or hadn't been tested enough before shipping out the door. A creature from the past, it sounded kind of fun actually. Studying the world and what's in it caught the fox's eyes as he grew up over the years, learning of a history that included their arts. So what about baby birds that apparently are called... what was it again. Flitisaur? Like a butterflysaur? Didn't know. Didn't know who to ask. Nobody was around, so with careful manipulation of his satchel so it didn't drag and wake up the bird, the fox dropped to all fours and walked the streets. Looking for something smaller after all. 6
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 9:04:33 GMT -6
A few children of varying amounts of human ran past him as he walked the street by the museum, squealing in excitement. "Its the dinosaur man, he's going to give a lesson today!" "reawly?" "Follow me!" A lead found, the fox trailed their steps smelling of candy and human child smell (whcih isn't the most pleasant let him tell you) to the outer edge of the museum, where a small gaggle of kids were gathered, and their adult guardians, or parents. He couldn't see too well from being on all fours without being stepped on by small feet, so the fox stood up, dusting his paws to get the grit out of his palms. Ow. The dinosaur man turned out to be a human with enough gray mixed into their brown that he could pass for being just short of old, his 'jungle jane' sort of workwear dusty colored, but clean and well kept. He had his back turned, chalking words and symbols up on the board. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 12:58:14 GMT -6
Kristofor watched him briefly, as there wasn't much around the human besides the board and a rattling crate that might hold a jackaroo. It rattled and when someone got a bit too close, hissed loudly. The someone squeaked and backed off to the amusement of the crowd. "I wouldn't get to close without me being nearby to that box. It tends to be nervous around crowds." The human says to the crowd with his back turned. "Today ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to talk to you about runners. Please stand back while I get the crate open." He steps over to the crate, with a metal chain in hand, and a leather wrapping in hands too. The door clicks, and something mottled screams out, snapping angrily as there is a clicking sound of metal on metal, and the creature makes a horrible noise as it reaches the end of its chain. Caught! THe screechiing might wake up his baby bird! 8
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 18:09:47 GMT -6
The creature’s cries became muffled as the human bustled it back into the crate, and shuts the door before putting the wrap back in their pocket. Kristofor didn’t know who the person was as they started talking, so they sat down to listen as it sounded interesting. Birds are descendents of reptiles who eventually grew feathered wings and learned how to fly. The image scrawled on the board looked like a fat turkey with barbs on its plucked chicken wings with a lizard’s face and no beak. Kind of similar to how th ecreature in his satchel looked. “These creatures were too active to be cold blooded, the original discoveries believed dinosaurs to be cold blooded beasts. They enjoy heat and are active mostly in the daytime, but can adapt to a nighttime environment.” THe fox listened with interest, occasionally filing away anything that sounded remotely useful. The idea of a heat lamp sounded good... 9
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 9, 2021 19:33:04 GMT -6
When the lecture was over, the human packed up and hauled the equipment and the crate back into the museum, much to the disappointment of folks wanting to see what big bad beastie was inside that box. Frantkly the fox was good with not seeing a moster. Heat lamp, or someplace warm. Fidn out if it eats meat or eats sees or what not. To watch his fingers around it. Glancing at the satchel, how could this purple creature be so verouscious from what the lecturer had to say. but finding these glasses for the odd humany creature with shortness and such. Well, all the birds he’d seen in his life like seeds and such, or worms. The tree birds like worms. Probably bugs too. if there were any garden bugs he could get those for the birdlet. Yet he wasn’t sure on that. Ok, time to move one. 10
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 10, 2021 10:12:45 GMT -6
Still nervous and ill at ease, he decided to go inside the museum and ask someone. Because even a baby shouldn't be this sluggish, right? Or he was getting a bit too involved? Calm down. Calm down, he told himself. There were white coats going here and there, up and down, mostly with papers. "Are you lost?" someone asked him as he looked about for help. A deerlike figure with horn nubs just visible through a thick mane of rosy brown fur smiled down at him. Wow, she's tall. "My...er... flitti...uh...saur... I think something wrong." he tries to get out. The words feel thick and stupid in his mouth as he says them, opening the satchel further to show her the baby bird-thing. She steps forward into his personal bubble to lean in and take a good look. Her big doe eyes blink and frown and blink some more. 11
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 10, 2021 10:17:33 GMT -6
One hoof-tipped finger gives the little bird a generous poke. It lolls, breathing but like someone had replaced it with a doll vs a living creature? She looks the fox in the eye. "Come with me." the deer person tells him and escorts him into another room. Its white and smells faintly of being cleaned thoroughly. Looked remotely like a human animal doctor's office. There's a table in the middle, made of metal, which the deer puts a blanket out, and another small blanket. "Put your little one here, and use the blanket to keep it warm. I'm going to go get the professor." she leaves, and Kristofor is left alone in the room. Carefully, he slips his hands around the lolling baby bird and lifts it, depositing it on the table, and wrapping the blanket lightly around it. Cautiously, he draws two fingers across its barbed skull, down the neck, across the back with a bit of pressure. 12
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 10, 2021 10:31:25 GMT -6
"With the amount of fossil revivals the museum's been doing lately, something's bound to go wrong. Its in the odds." someone was saying in Common as the deer comes back, leading a human who is in white and tan clothes, with tan mane on its head and surrounding its... his? face on the edges. "All right, lets take a look at this." The deer doesn't approach the bench and the dour look in the human's eyes makes Kristofor's fur bristle on the back of his neck, as he is still stroking the bird's skull down its spine to the tail. "Your the unlucky number odd, it seems. Number 23." The human pulls on a pair of gloves and snaps them in a way that makes the fox bristle again, fighting an instinct to run. Humans in gloves were bad news for wilds. "There's only four feathered flyers that have been resurrected, 'cording to the records." 13
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Post by Kristofor on Apr 10, 2021 10:46:01 GMT -6
"Would've guessed that superstitious number thirteen would've been the one to go wrong but no. Disproves that myth." he mutters to himself, noticing the fox's stiff posture, he hadn't removed his paws from the bird fossil. "Ok, back off a bit and let me look at the creature." Shooing Kristofor back a few paces, the human starts examining the bird with more roughness then needed. Checking eyes, pulling out a cold metal object to listen to its innards and letting it flop down again. Drawing out a needle the length of his hand and pulling a sample of blood from the creature before scribblign down a variety of notes and bustling away. "Need a blood panel on this one." he says while leaving. Unsure, Kristofor approached and rearranged the blanket around the bird again. Slowly drawing his fingers down the skull, down the spine to the tail. Again and again, just gently. 14
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