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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 3:47:44 GMT -6
Dated: 12-01-19 - #09
This month the quest board does seem to be absolutely covered in requests, and a huge crowd stands in front of it. This obscuring cloud doesn't part for a second to let anyone through, and it seems like the second anyone leaves someone is there to take the empty spot! Someone is standing on the other side of the board, however, their back leaned up against it. They wiggle their finger at you, beckoning you closer. It is difficult to tell if this individual is male or female but they are attractive by conventional standards. The individual gives you a wink. "I've got a dealio for you- if you are willing to hear me out." They say, slyly, voice dripping with something not quite truthful, but not quite a lie either.
"See, I'm looking for someone to, ah- locate an object for me..." They say, practically smirking. "This object is... Well, I've got an idea of who has it. But don't worry about that, see; it belongs to me. I simply... Lost it. At that the individual fans a deck of cards in front of you, grinning; and then they shuffle the deck. The weirdest thing happened, a trick of the light perhaps? Was that your face on one of those cards? They don't look like regular playing cards, either. Shifting, strange, hard to keep your eyes on them for very long.
"Whatdya say? If you accept, I can be sure to get you something real good." They hold a slip of paper out to you, between the cards. It has the official quest seal on it despite the individual's rather slick demeanor that makes your skin crawl.
Will you accept it?
On the Board
In Order to Succeed, you will need to procure this undoubtedly rather 'dark' item for this nearly eldritch individual... Will you accept such a sinister proposition? Whether you manage to keep your morality in tact or not, if you return the item to the individual you will be rewarded.
*Follow the prompt and make a story that is 20 posts long involving your character and whatever pet they bring along performing the quest. You auto-win at 20 posts, but it MUST follow the prompt and be a story. Try to use as few crutch phrases as possible, if more than 30% of a quarter of your writing sounds like you aren't writing a story, you will be asked to double your posts.
Prize: Who knows what kind of horrible sinister thing this individual could procure for you... Note: This quest no longer rewards QP, but you can still get a prize for completing it!
Challenge Rating: Holiday Seasonal (20 'good' posts)
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 4:58:36 GMT -6
'They are healing, but you need to be careful. Rewrap them in less cloth so you can at least open a door again, okay?' the landlord finally left, and the fox relaxed into the only long chair he had in possession. His paws throbbed with the tune of his heart. Mira crawls down her perch to clamber up the chair leg like its a tree trunk, and then crawls onto her fox's fluffy stomach, nuzzling under his chin. He was healing. Healing is good. even if a tad smelly. The leaves held such a pungent odor that she would leave the room if possible while the female who gave them this den made them. But you don't 'make' leaves... do you? 'If I ever have to haul rocks for another project Mira, I am hiring someone who can do the hauling for me.' he decides aloud. The panilla chirps pleasingly. She's about as fluffy as can be, fresh from her debut as a contester. 1
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 5:04:03 GMT -6
'We've come a long way since we got here...' the fox mumbles to the ceiling, tilting his head back as far as his spine would allow, eyes closing. 'Long way...' its true, the panilla agreed as the fox rested, the comforting pulse beneath his fluffiness reaching a resting low and comfortable feel to rest herself against. Not last year, they'd been just leaving his hole full of other foxes with grabby paws and loud shrieks and messy diggers. She knew he felt lonely, even with being around other animals and people. Foxes aren't solitary, it seemed. Mira had him, and that was all she actually wanted. Having jackaroo friend was good, he played yarn ball, even if he didn't want to. A familiar yet lingering to the memory smell passes into the room, waking the panilla from her resting. Crouching in the open window was the same raccoonish female who was responsible for saving her fox? Wheek! What are you doing here! 2
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 14:19:56 GMT -6
Mira's cry of alarm woke the fox, who jerked forwards, looking around sharply for the source of his panilla's discord. Blinking, he saw the female in his windowsill, and he swore he'd locked that window... But her smell sets off further alarm bells, because the room smells of blood. "You're... okay..." breathing a sigh of relief, the coonish creature droops forward and its a godsend he's as fast as he is, catching her before she collides her head with the ground at an angle that could've very well snapped her neck. Mira screeches in alarm as she had to propel herself off her fox when he got up, scrambling back onto a taller surface. Wheeking loud enough to wake the dead. He has to calm Mira before anyone else can hear her... emotionally trying to reach her to be quiet. Confused at his feelings, the panilla backed off of her alarm bells. But now there was another problem. 3
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 14:28:58 GMT -6
When the coonish female woke up, she found herself with a thick red blanket mostly covering her... and she had next to nothing worn. A yip of surprise as she sees the fox, who is exceptionally wearing nothing as well, come in with a armful of clean wrappings, by the edges, it looks like he tore up a sheet. She stammers half formed sentences but can't find the strength to sit up, much less move more then her head, eyes and mouth. "You fell on me." the fox tells her. His voice is long since repaired, a lovely sound to listen to. Any vixen he's dating is a lucky one. "You are injured. Why" and slowly picking up common... good. Leaning her head back against the padded whatever it is that she's laying on, Magpie sighs. "I got a bit too deep in a job...had to get...away." He pulls a worn looking barstool over that lets him sit wihtout having his tail touch the ground, the panilla who was screaming earlier nowhere in sight? 4
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 21:55:01 GMT -6
His own paws were wrapped in a layer of white bandages himself as she watched him handle her injured arm with delicacy thorugh half lidded eyes. She'd hear hell from her roommate, but this was safe at the moment... maybe. "Nice digs, look it you K... eight months in and you're already out of the kennels..." she smiles a bit, seeing around him to the dated but clean apartment. "I'm happy you got settled in..." He nods, ears alert for sound as he worked. The humanish coon winces, as he's sewing her flesh back together like you would a pair of pants. Its really rough, but the stitches will at least hold the injury together till it heals? His paws are trembling, and misses at least once. "What'd you do, your panilla bite you?" 'Wheelbarrow wrecked my pads.' the fox says to his work, not looking up. She makes an 'ohh' sound... did she understand Laiyan somehow now? 'My landlord helped teach me how to patch myself up.' He heard shuffling. 5
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 21:59:21 GMT -6
'Keep your tail close by' he warns gently, pointing at the open door. Magpie looks over, and sees three sets of curious eyes, ranging in color from rich brown to grayish blue, and the sound of wagging tails striking doorframe. Dogs. He was keeping dogs in this tiny place?! 'The puppies like chewing on tails that aren't their own.' With her unsutured arm, still throbbing, she struggled to fit her tail further under herself to avoid a canine related tail accident. "I saw your face in the paper recently. Won a contest, it said." he nods as the coon made conversation and he finishes suturing up her arm like pants, snipping the threads with his teeth. Picking up the supplies and switching places. But not before shooing the animals away and closing the door on them. Something small bumped its way up Magpies blanket to find Mira sitting on the coon female's chest, looking her straight in the eyes. 6
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Post by Kristofor on May 15, 2021 22:16:45 GMT -6
Kristofor had half a mind to pull Mira away from Magpie's face, but the panilla simply settles on the blanket, giving suspicious stares between the two faces with her pale eyes. Magpie just smirks. 'She's supervising.' she says. Ah. Hadn't gotten past her possessiveness really, but had to share with the houlou as she had no choice. 'Whatever you do, don't go speaking to that suave looking individual with cards thats loitering down by the quest board.' she finally starts to explain what has happened to her. 'He's bad news.' 'It sounds risky just hearing about them.' Kristofor mutters to his work. If he had full usage of his paws, the stitches wouldn't look so raggedy. Finally, he snips the thread again with his teeth, and takes the remainder of the wrappings to wrap up her bare arms from wrist to shoulder, tying them off tight enough to hold but not cut off circulation. 7
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 4:28:30 GMT -6
Magpie's laugh sounds painful to his ear as he checks the bandages. 'You're as cautious as when I first tried talking to you, K.' Completely at the mercy of his help, the raccoon relaxed into the long chair again, 'He's got this way of talking to you that just draws someone in like a fish to a baited hook. Its not magic, but ike mind control, almost. I refused him. I swear I did... but I kept thinking about 'it'.' She waves her free bandaged arm around in an oval shape. 'Couldn't get it out of my head.' He could see where this ended up. 'You took the job.' the fox says as he gets up. She nods, with misery. 'And whatever it is, doesn't actually belong, right?' A shrug but a nod. His jaw sets in a way that must be uncomfortable for someone with a long muzzle. 'The prize isn't even that good.' She gripes, digging around in her shorts pockets (thankfully on) to fish out something about the size of an eyeball. 'Raven might be able to sell it.' 8
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 4:42:13 GMT -6
Instincts told him not to inspect whatever it was she held in her bandaged paw, as the fox waved his free arm in a negative fashion. 'I don't need to see it. Its one of the reasons you got roughed up.' She groans but makes affirming noises. Mumbling to herself that Gramps was going to tan her hide for this... in his opinion, what little he knew of the ruffled birdman panned out to being concerned for her vs angered. 'Are you all right with letting the puppies come say hello now? I fear they will break down my door otherwise.' he says, at the muffled scratching and whining, snuffling of wet noses under the door. The anxiety noises and emotions of being apart didn't give him great thoughts that the puppies would behave themselves, going by Dawson's attempts not to puppy up himself. 'Fine, just no tail chewing.' The scavenger muttered, shifting again so her tail was right under her butt and sat up slowly. Mira clung to the blanket as it slid down. 9
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 10:44:31 GMT -6
"No promises." the fox responded in common tongue as he gets the handle with an elbow. The brunt of force holding them back suddenly weakened, a whirlwind of animal nearly flattens him against the wall. as three dogs come pounding out of the other room. Two are smaller, very puppy age as they bounce around, barking madly about being mad for being stuck in place. Another is much much taller, about the height of the chair itself, a deep brownish color she'd only seen on common guard hounds back home. He watches her, she watches him. Surprise. Curiosity? Her instinct as a beast-man warns against dogs in general. They dont' like raccoons. This one isn't on guard either. Friend. Good. the sense of 'thank' came across the emotional link. Safe. It seemed to make up his mind to lean a bit closer and sniff her bandaged up paws before giving a bit of a sneeze and backing off. 10
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 12:32:33 GMT -6
The puppies, however, bounce up and down like the endless reservoirs of energy toddler animals have, one wiht long hair, the other not. Magpie pulls her limbs in away from the puppies paws. Stepping on each others ears as they try to compete for Magpie’s attentions. New new new new! who who who who? The larger dog gets up and grips one of the puppies on the back of their neck with the gentleness of a parent and pulls them back from her when he sees this. Mouth full of struggling puppy, he noses the longhaired pup down. They’ve got their nose too close to Mira, who barks angrily at the puppy’s closeness. Nervous! Angry! Down dog! Away! The larger dog noses the black one again, and with annoyed huff, they drop back down, and wander away with a bit of a sulk to their step. The larger dog releases the puppy in their jaws and noses them away too. ((Puppies for flavor, not levels)) 11
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 13:05:48 GMT -6
Thankful. the fox sighs as he watches three animals go back into the other room before opening a drawer, and fishing out a trio of bones to toss in after them. Clattering, barking, and more stamping around of animals fighting over toys as he closes the door on them. Relief. ‘They are something to get used to with more then one.’ Kristofor says as he comes back to his friend, his arms free of their burden. ‘Dawson is asserting himself as their alpha, a parent figure maybe.’ ‘One of them his?’ She asks. Usually, prizewinning animals are bred for their bloodlines. He nods. ‘The brown one who jumps first, looks later.’ the fox mentions. ‘I adopted the black one from the agency as a playmate.’ Though three dogs might be a bit much to handle in a small apartment… ‘They are cute, but I’m not the biggest fan of dogs. Especially hounds.’ The coon scavenger says with a gradual stretch and relax as the panilla got off the blanket. 12
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 13:16:25 GMT -6
‘I’m sorry, they’ll stay in the other room for a while.’ It always amused the coon female on how some beast-men were very expressive with their emotions via their ears. The fox’s pointed ears flatten sideways and back in a saddened motion, not looking her in the eye. He goes into the other end of hte room, which has a very open plan, between common area and the kitchen. Pulling out a plate, a bowl, a mug, and a kettle. Making tea? ‘How do you take your tea’ ‘Milk if you’ve got it, otherwise I’ll take a slice of lemon.’ Magpie responds. She’s not the biggest tea drinker, but she trusted her gut that the fox didn’t drink cola or darker liquids. The white fluff of a panilla scampers across the floor to reach the fox and treat him like some sort of jungle gym to reach his shoulders. 13
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2021 13:26:36 GMT -6
‘Ever the host’, she thinks to herself while the smells of sandwich and berries fill the room as well as the heat goes up slightly from boiling water. Finally, the fox pushes a plate of sandwiches, a bowl of berries, and two mugs of steaming opaque milk tea onto the counter. ‘Are you strong enough to walk?’ He asked her. ‘I don’t trust myself to not drop the food and drink from here to there.’ “I’ll manage, K.” Carefully, the information broker sat up, Nothing rushed to places it shouldn’t be, so she wasn’t majorly injured…. Right? Gradually shifting her posture so her bare paws brushed the cool floor, pulling the blanket around herself with modesty. It took a try or two for her to manage to stand, but the fox came around the counter anyway. He offers his arm to her, and she takes it, the dark fur of hers hiding a blush. The pale eyed panilla glowers at her. 14
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