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Post by Syd on Nov 28, 2022 13:16:05 GMT -6
CURRENTLYVisitors: Tools/Items: Critters:
Posts: lvl54 (3/5)
Loyalty: lvl55 (3/5)
Stamina: 7
Strength: 10
Resistance: 5
Dexterity: 5
Mentality: 3
Special Abilities: Blind, Danger Sense, Keen Senses,
Bioluminescence, Thorny Body, Empathetic Link (Loyalty)
Moves: Bite, Echolocation, Bone Shift
Tricks: Name, Stay, No/“Wrong”, Leave It, Come, Follow,
Lay Down/“Down”
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Posts: lvl0 (0/5)
Loyalty: lvl2 (0/5)
Stamina: 1
Strength: 1
Resistance: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mentality: 0
Special Abilities: Loosen Feathers
Moves: [Scratch], [Peck]
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There is something to be said for trying new things - which probably included words like ‘growth’ and ‘expanding world views’ and maybe even ‘living inside boxes sucks’, she was sure. Pretty sure. Mostly definitely vaguely sure.
(Not an intellectual type, this one.)
Syd couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this close to the Canyon - or if she had ever, if she was being honest. Her arrival to the Labs had happened on the other side of it, away from this cardinal direction, so there was a good chance she hadn’t given this place even a cursory glance yet. And it would also explain why she’d never seen that needle-mouthed critter before, if this river was its natural habitat.
Said habitat wasn’t all that impressive at the moment though - the bodies of water she was familiar with were thin clear streams carving lines through a forest and the endless wide-open expanse of the sea. Because of this spot’s proximity to the more arid part of the region, this place seemed to consist of just as much mud, sand, and a coarse mix of shells and gravel as it did water, if not more so. And the water itself was so opaque and full of sediment …maybe it classified more as mushy sand now instead, which made it even more baffling as to how fish were able to survive in it at all.
Why had she come here again?
Ah yes; charity. Curse her bleeding heart - a most noble and fatal flaw that she could not help but possess, woe be upon her.
(A billowing snort from below would have dislodged her had she been someone with a more average sense of balance. Words could provide much needed context to a situation, but sometimes a heady feeling of drama was all that was needed to get a sentiment across.)
So here she was, waiting for her new friend to arrive. She’d already not-told Java who she was planning to meet up with, navigated the sticky conversation that happened after Java inevitably found out who she was meeting up with (mind-readers - can’t live with them and pull off underhanded schemes unnoticed, can’t live without them, what can you do?), assured him that since Stack would happily eat anything that threatened her the seeker’s presence wasn’t strictly needed, and grabbed Doc to come along for good measure. Some might argue that leaving a vague invitation at some bar for someone you’ve only met once before with directions to a predetermined and particular fishing spot to attempt an activity that you had no previous experience in was …ill-advised and pointless. At best. But Syd tended to be allergic to the kinds of people who would make such arguments, and since she had many very good reasons for doing the things she did, she felt more than justified in this particular case of trying something new.
She wasn’t too worried about whether he’d show up or not either - it was amazing what a simple expectation and not being there to be questioned about it could yield. Therefore it was only a matter of time in her mind, and she could sun-nap with her personal pricker bush and downy-feathered friend to her heart’s content while she waited.
Dry Season: 1
Syd: +.5
Stack: lvl54 (4/5) / lvl55 (4/5)
Doc: lvl0 (1/5) / lvl2 (1/5) |
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Post by Èdan on Nov 28, 2022 18:07:44 GMT -6
( Bait can be found here )
Perscitus / “Percy”
Level 49 (0/5) / Loyalty 34 (0/5)
Stamina: 1
Strength: 2
Resistance: 3
Dexterity: 2
Mentality: 2
Special Abilities: Lone Wolf, Desert-Dwelling, Nightvision, Swim
Moves: Nip, Time Stop, Wither
Tricks: Accept Blood/Scary Sights, Accept Noise, Accept Sudden Movements,
Stay, Name, Get, Fetch, Don't Eat That, Fishing
( Character Sheet: here )
If he's being honest, he has questions. Fortunately being honest has a tendency to backfire, as does asking too many questions, so the courier is generally the sort who tries to avoid the latter by being very careful with how he uses the former. There's worse ways to exist in the world (And one of the worst is being dead from too much of either). But, he would be lying if the message left at the tavern didn't surprise him, especially considering their little agreement is still, technically speaking, 'in the works' - neither of them are exactly called in to hold up their end, so instead he got called in to.. fish?
As mentioned, he has questions.
While the note was short and the instructions crude at best, the courier spends only the better part of half an hour trying to find the particular spot noted in it. It seems that whoever took dictation on it wasn't particularly clear on the specifics of the message and simply tried their best. The crags and boulders littering the area, making overviews from any one point fairly difficult, certainly doesn't help matters.
The giant black monstrosity glowing red, however, is a different matter. (He didn't know her too well, and yet somehow that just seems like something that would belong to her). Adjusting the net and fishing rod over the shoulder, he takes a moment to ready for whatever chaos will follow. The last beast threatened to eat him, and this one looks no less friendly (if not more so), making him briefly think on whether he should have brought something a bit bigger than the pup at his side.
On approach, the courier gives a loud whistle to catch the snoozing crew's attention, keeping a distance in case the black and red one turns irritable.
. 1 . Percy: 46 (1/5)
Dry Season: 2
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Post by Syd on Nov 28, 2022 19:36:38 GMT -6
The whistle would have woken them up, if her lumbering night light weren’t so perceptively inclined. So what happens is that the drej breathes out a bellowing breath and lifts his head - sprawled out humanish and baby gallor and all - a few feet off the ground and a few good beats before the man reaches the cleared land, unerringly pointed in the direction of those approaching. In response to his whistle, the large creatures almost …shimmies its body side to side, even laying down as it is, to produce a soft clattering of bones and spines shuffling against each other. With a clearer picture of the approaching beings (far too small for him to worry about) he lays his head back down on the mound of sand he’s been using as a makeshift cushion (he is not pampered or spoiled, the shadow-strider did not know WHAT he was talking about) and seems un-bothered when Syd sits up, perched just above his nose with a pile of purple feathers in her arms.
Oddly enough, this is the most her creatures react to either the man or rakai’s initial presence …perhaps because of the distance between them? For good or worse, it certainly seems safe to approach at the moment.
Upon getting a visual confirmation that company had arrived, she shouts back “Took ya long enough! Who’s y’r friend?” in a friendly tone of voice that …seems to imply a level of easy familiarity that they surely did not have yet, but she clearly appears to think they do. Perhaps it’d just be best to go with it?
Dry Season: 3
Syd: +1
Stack: lvl55 (0/5) / lvl56 (0/5)
Doc: lvl0 (2/5) / lvl2 (2/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 2:47:48 GMT -6
The courier is in no hurry to rush the big menacing, spiked monstrosity. Let it inspect, let it look (He has to take a moment and observe it a bit closer, seeing the bony protrusions where eyes ought to be, before correcting himself - "figuratively"), make up its mind and settle down. It's not likely to last, but any sort of calm from any beast is a welcome reprieve to their usual skittishness.
Now then, with a bit more certainty he wont be eaten within moments, the humanish approaches the water's edge, just adjacent to the girl and her motley troupe. At her jab, he merely replies with a mellow, "Wasn't the right time. Wont catch anything if you get here too early." As he sets about assembling the fishing rod and getting the lines and tackles ready, there's an expectation of feeling something probe the mind, a presence or sense of being listened in on. Outwardly it looks like he's just going about his business, but on the side he's keeping close tabs on the spiked one (And little one, for he knows better than to assume the unassuming) showing any signs similar to the pale one from the market.
"This here's Percy," he explains along the way, by means of keeping the easy conversation going. As if to respond to the name, the pup gives an excitable yip, hopping around on the shore stones and getting ready for his part of the job, which presumably is also the fun part for him. "He helps out. Has a nose for things." The man then indicates towards the spiked and fluffy ones, "What about those? Friends of yours, or the pale one?"
. 2 . Percy: 46 (2/5) Dry Season: 4
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 9:19:02 GMT -6
A scrunch of a nose belays her passing thought regarding fish and their habits, as she had never given it much thought previously. If fish knew when it was too early to wake up and get on with their day, maybe they had their priorities in better order than she thought. “Fish sleep in too, huh?” She comments, letting that train of thought finish and disappear into the mental horizon.
The smile she gives his companion is genuine and amused, as if she couldn’t help herself. “I have one just like ‘im at home. A littler one - looks just like ‘im. Could pro’lly pass as siblings, actually.” Said little one didn’t even have a name yet - nothing had struck her so far, and lord knows most creatures didn’t mind the absence of the name until they’re taught to expect one.
As for her own crew? She gives the gallor one last scritch of the head before leaning over and gently depositing him on the sand below, only being half awake as he was. But he was getting there, large gold eyes blinking slowly as the last dregs of his nap were shaken off while he started the process of registering what was in front of him. The humanish does not join him however, keeping to her perch and merely staying bent over, chin on her hands with his breath warming her elbows on every exhale.
“The puffball is Doc - well,” she amends, “he came with this longer, fancier name but I n’er remember it, so we stick with Doc. And this big boy,” she says as she takes one hand to pat the plate of bone beneath her, “is Stack. Doc likes the water and Stack needed to stretch 'is legs, so.” She shrugs, uncaring that her choice in companions didn’t have more applicable skills to contribute, and then smirks as she waits for whatever reaction comes next.
“What, missin' Java already?”
Dry Season: 5
Syd: +1.5
Stack: lvl55 (1/5) / lvl56 (1/5)
Doc: lvl0 (3/5) / lvl2 (3/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 9:43:43 GMT -6
The courier glances up from fixing a line to the fishing rod, "Don't know much about them fish sleeping, but higher light makes it better for us. Less likely to stumble about in the dim 'n all." (Strictly speaking it wasn't a problem for him, per say, but perhaps the courier wasn't so lucky). "Some like to wade out on boats early morn-like, near sea sides, but river fish don't seem to mind one hour of the day to another." There's a light shrug, "Least, in these parts, in any case."
As he's fiddling the pup's already bouncing and jumping around him, excitedly awaiting that go word to start their new venture. He'd still need to wait for a bit, but there's certainly more the extra energy than usual. Who knows? Might be he likes an audience as much as the next dramatically social beast, and has quite the crowd to show off to, for once. "Do you now?" there's a twitch of the brow rising, as the man gives a once-over of the rakai. "Trust told, don't know much about him. Sort of came to me in a round-about way. Might be there's a type goin' around I'm unfamiliar with."
Finally, the rod's ready enough to just lash on a hook and it's time to choose which particular lure or bait will be the choice of the hour. At the indication of missing the pale one, there's a short scoff, "Not so much as I wager he'd miss me." He looks up to her and the crew, a certain note of caution on the subject, "So those two.. they don't, uh.. do the brain thing?" and he does a few small circular motions towards the head.
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Percy: 46 (3/5)
Dry Season: 6
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 10:41:47 GMT -6
Sydulvri gives an airy snort, the wisp of a very teenage essence. “I suppose stumblin’ and dim’n’darkness is a pro’lem for some people,” she generously allows, as gracious as she is flippantly condescending. “Tho’ I don’t know how you’d be able to tell if there’s fish t’find in all that,” she adds, glancing at the often opaque quality of the moving water in a doubtful fashion. “Or where to throw a …” She squints at the tool in his hand. Fish stick? Stick-string? Fish catcher? She’s lived in multiple port cities and she’s bought fish close by the seaside which is pretty close when you think about it so you'd think - OH. She snaps her fingers into a pointing gesture at the man, and finishes with “Rod! Fishing rod! Where to throw a …fishing rod?” Something still didn’t sound quite right, but she was pretty sure she mostly got there, so good enough.
Add another marble to the Maybe He’s New Here pile then; how could he be so unfamiliar with a creature he already owns? Syd casts a mildly judging look in his direction, along with, “They’re called rakai-sarane, and supposed to be ‘lated to ‘em other sarane types with the scales and what not. People go crazy over the big ones with th' wings.” The rolling of her eyes gave an idea as to what she thought of the ‘big ones with the wings’ and their apparent fan base. Her foot shifted on the sand as she nudged the round gallor by her feet, making sure he hadn’t fallen back asleep. First impressions were important - in that she was currently collecting them for Research Purposes - and she figured she only had a short window of time before Stack cottoned on to who (what? eh) they were here to socialize with. Probably better to start small, she figured.
Then her head tilted to the side at the question, silver-coin eyes brightly amused. “The whole in-your-head thing? Nah, Java’s a special lil’ duck that way.” (As if the seeker’s general aura had ever been described as “little” or “duck-like” by someone with half a credit of sense.) She continued, “Doc floats real good and Stack’s got lot’sa spikes, but that’s ‘bout it.
“Why, was that y'r first time meetin’ a mind-talker?”
Dry Season: 7
Syd: +2
Stack: lvl55 (2/5) / lvl56 (2/5)
Doc: lvl0 (4/5) / lvl2 (4/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 11:21:29 GMT -6
There's no shift in the expression at her smug boast about darkness (Made all the more amusing, in context) and the man simply continues fussing about with the hook. "Funny thing about these here rivers is they seem teeming with the buggers," he explains, not necessarily taken back at such exquisite failure of the basics of fishing to begin with (Though there is a growing sense that today might end up running a whole lot longer than he initially anticipated). "Mostly you just make sure its deep enough, cast it off, and see what nature decides to offer you that day." (Simple enough in theory. In practise there's certainly been times when its anything but, though there's no need to grace the kid with such colourful failures).
Crouching down he grabs a small box from the tackle case resting on the ground, head tilting when he looks up, "I've seen both. Winged ones are too loud and aggressive for my tastes. Don't seem too bright neither." There's a quick motion towards the pup, "This one, though? Doesn't quite look like them ordinary types, must have some different blood in him." For one, Percy isn't any one singular colour, primary or otherwise. A fact which didn't seem to phase him much, as he jumped back and forth before stopping with his forefeet close to the ground and tail in the air, the classic invite to play (Or at the very least, to be engaged with).
It takes some fiddling but finally there's a worm on the hook, and he stands again. "Floating's good. The river don't look like much now, but it can still be dangerous for the little ones, so best be mindful of Doc over there." There's a pause as the man sizes up the spiked one for a moment with a short hum. "Big one's.. probably alright on his own." The river also has bigger fish, with matching degrees of irritability, but he'd be lying if he didn't want to see one square up against this thing.. whatever it is.
Stepping up towards the shore, he brings the line up and ready for a cast, but stops at her question. "No," there's a brief shrug, "But first time one seemed ready to eat my face for no reason. Tends to make a guy cautious."
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Percy: 46 (4/5)
Dry Season: 8
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 12:21:31 GMT -6
The girl debated standing up and moving closer to - Aedryn, wasn’t it? - to better see what he was preparing in order to do this whole fishing thing. It was, after all, the Official Reason she’d reached out to him, given his apparent skill in the area and the …lack of said skill in her belt pouch, so to speak. She supposed at some point she would have to actually ask him to teach her and then pretend she was interested in learning about it; but surely she was learning enough just by talking with him for now? The need for participating in the activity didn’t seem all that dire yet.
They’d get there when they got there, she reasoned, shuffling her feet in the sand to either side of Stack’s massive head and giving an agreeable hum when he commented on sarane, only listening in part. A clouded gray pair of eyes watched as Doc fluffed up a bit more and gave himself a little pep-talk chirrup as he rose up from a loaf position to that of a more standing one. Was there …a friend? It sort of looked like someone he knew back home, but this one was bigger and made of many more hops. The gallor took a few steps forward before giving a tiny hop himself, fluttering of too-small wings and all. Like this? Was this how the friend wanted to play? (Not close enough to the man to elicit anything …but she stayed ready to notice when he did.)
When Syd finally got around to responding, it was to wave away the man’s concern for Doc’s safety - among other things. “Pretty sure I can grab ‘im faster’n he can get his tail feathers wet, but sure, we’ll be careful.”
(Back in the more populated areas of the city, several sentient creatures and a couple of two-leggeds felt a cold shudder roll down their spines, and instinctively knew that something offensive had just taken place. Some of them even correctly guessed the source, familiar with the particular flavor of blasphemous hypocrisy regularly employed by a certain ympe they knew.)
Blissfully ignoring the humor that one could find in that statement coming from her, she continued, “Is tha’ what you do ‘round here for coin then? Find fish, sell fish …or I guess borrow out fish, more like. I'd 'magine it'd be hard to feed these kinda joy-bundles when you give ‘way your goods. ” Another hooked smile, tilting her head at another angle in the other direction. "And are you tellin' me you don't have no dead-scary critters back home? No wonder you'n Java didn't hit it off."
Dry Season: 9
Syd: +2.5
Stack: lvl55 (3/5) / lvl56 (3/5)
Doc: lvl1 (0/5) / lvl3 (0/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 12:56:50 GMT -6
There's a temptation to give a bemused scoff at the confidence, but it's quickly stifled. Far from it is he doubting her capability (For he really hasn't had any indication to where that lies just yet. He has a fair clear idea of a few things she's certainly not good at, but that only eliminates some possibilities rather than indicates others), and more appreciating the sheer disregard towards probability. Might be she really is wicked fast on her feet (In which case, he'll learn something), might be she's overestimating and only come up average (In which case, still another learning point). In either case, he can't help but feel the little fluffy one is in for an interesting day.
"Sometimes," is the answer to the coin question. "Mostly I just carry and deliver things within the City. Fishing's more like.. a hobby, I suppose." He brings the fishing rod up, with line at a ready, and makes a swift motion forward to cast the freshly-baited hook into the middle of the river with a soft 'blop' in the water. "Everyone needs something else to do other than their job. Keeps 'em sane." As the red-painted cork bobs on the river's surface, slowly carried along by the sluggish current, the man looks around, finds a larger rock nearby and settled himself down to sit on it, keeping an eye on the line.
"S'not too bad once ya kinda know the basics. Mostly its just sitting, watching, and enjoying the quiet." As to the questions of 'dead scary critters', he merely gives her a plain look, "Not, really, no. What, that the pale one's speciality or something?"
As the conversation is happening there's a complete disregard for proper procedures as the pup is not given an order, as he usually is. But this is quite fine, since the other purple one meets the invitation to play, and instead Percy hops closer to it, occasional yips and short barks for background choir to the humanoids conversing. He's.. not entirely sure how to approach the whole playing aspect, as such, since there's.. a lot going on with the fluffy one, but he does catch a vague scent of water around him, which is an encouraging sign - Now that he at least know what to do with.
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Percy: 47 (0/5)
Dry Season: 10
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 14:00:13 GMT -6
“Hobby, then,” she corrects herself, somehow becoming more skeptical in the process. “So the quiet and the waiting is ..fun? And worth doin’ a bunch?” The tone in which she says this is reminiscent of someone capitulating outwardly to the steps of a thought experiment while inwardly filled to the brim with doubt. There’s kind of an effort that’s being made, but the quality of the attempt is …not that great. For her, mind you, it’s fairly incredible, but that means very little when compared to - well, probably anyone, take your pick. Still, there are occasions where sacrifices need to be made, and this is just one of them. For the greater good and the high blood pressure of those who know her. …Or something.
While he couldn’t jump quite as high as this new friend, Doc committed all of his lopsided proportions to the task at hand, excitement levels rising to match that of this new creature. The air is filled with the addition of small but enthusiastic chirps, under the assumption that this was obviously meant to be part of the playing. To what end he couldn’t say, but gallor around his height weren’t usually concerned with philosophical questions such as these. After a particular hop-skip, he notices the other two-legged’s movement as they take their long stick to a certain spot and sit, and there is ... He stops for a moment, a low uneasy instinct settling back behind his wings ready to flare up even if he didn't understand why - But instead he chitters at the abruptness of a black and sun-yellow friend almost landing half on top of him after a particularly good leap, and is distracted as his view of the man is cut off. He puffs up his chest to try and appear bigger - no squishing him today, no thank you!
After a quick check-up glance and small smile, Syd turns her attention back to Aedryn and the more amusing side of the conversation, letting out a loud exaggerated hum before speaking. “Wouldn’t say it’s his specialty, most-like. Just a nice lil’ extra,” she decides, a sharp canine or two occasionally catching the edge of her lip as she talks. “You must not’ve been here long if buggers like these ain’t just everyday t’you yet. ‘Sides, they’re some’a the best ones even,” she insists, folding over to aggressively hug the drej she’s sitting on. He whuffles at her in a pleased fashion, knowing a compliment when he feels one, and she straightens back up, seemingly satisfied that her point had been made. "I'm sure you'll find one'a your own, if you already know how t'care for y'r more 'greeable ones. Maybe Percy'll even turn nice'n scary once he's a bit older," she offers him, as if that was a gold star tier of a comforting statement. Perhaps to her it was ...?
(If anything was being learned, it was certainly not on her side of this encounter.)
Dry Season: 11
Syd: +3
Stack: lvl55 (4/5) / lvl56 (4/5)
Doc: lvl1 (1/5) / lvl3 (1/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 14:16:55 GMT -6
That thought brings about several others, and its a nice change to be able to chase them for once. Gods.. the pup becoming whatever the 'unpup' version of rakai-sarane is.. He knows the general basic idea of the grown ones, but with Percy being not quite ordinary to begin with it's anyone's guess what sort of genetics will finally kick in once the growth does as well (It was already something of a surprise to discover your once scaly pup one day wake up wreathed in something akin to flame, yet not. And he has a feeling there's many more "yet nots" to come).
Still, it isn't likely to be even close to some other monsters out there (Or back home).
"I've been around as much as anyone," is the calm response to the second time such accusations are made. "The difference is I know better than to deal with them monstrous ones. Far too much hassle, hardly worth the effort." The copper eyes go back to watching the bobbler in the water, "Why'd you think I was trying to sell the toothy one?"
"Sides.. Think of it like a preference thing. Some folk like the peace and quiet, some like the loud and scary. Don't mean either's wrong." A follow-up thought does strike him, then, as the courier adds with a nonchalant face, yet perhaps more amused, baiting tone, "Who's to say there can't be both? River's got all sort of things hidden beneath those waters.."
The pup doesn't seem to notice the sudden exasperation at first, largely because he is already mid-leap by that point. And after that there's a roll and a bark as he remains laying on his back, ears bent flat against the ground and tongue lolling, as one paw reached towards the gallor. Percy's quite perceptive.. when it comes to fish. He's decidedly less preceptive when it comes to social cues, be they humanoid or animal, and as such as far as he's concerned everything is still fair game.
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Percy: 47 (1/5)
Dry Season: 12
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 16:00:02 GMT -6
The scoff heard around the world - or at least, in their particular neck of it. “Know better than to deal with - now that right there, that’s quitter talk. Look, I get it,” she cajoles, spreading her palms out to the side, “not everyone can handle their meat-eaters. But you’re just not gonna find any leaf-munchers with these kinda teeth - lookit ‘em!” Shoving her hands under the soft lip resting under his skull plate, she pulls them up enough to better display the soft-colored (luminescent??) red teeth underneath. Stack only put up with it for a couple of seconds before wiggling out of her grasp, but she was certain the evidence (however briefly viewed) would speak for itself. (Along with her genuine belief in what she was attempting to convert him about …again, it was probably a pretty skewed toss-up as to whether it helped or hurt her case.)
“What, like there’s hidden bits worth finding in there? Okay, sure …”
The disbelief leaking out of every bone in her body at the verbal bait dangled in front of her apparently was a strong enough motivator into finally getting up, however. But it wasn’t like she wasn’t aware of what he was doing, okay? You weren’t really buying into false-bottom pockets if you were doing it ironically - everybody knew that. So the fact that she stood up and leisurely walked around their adorably bonding companions to stand a few feet away from him and casually squint at the rippling water moving past them did mean she lost anything, okay? It was a strategic move and one made with purpose, that’s all.
“You’re not tellin’ me you found stuff tha’ wasn’t fish out here, are you?” Look, she knew that strange things could be found in even stranger places, but out here amongst the mud? Not likely.
And if she happened to dig and scrape back one toe in the sand just to prove there wasn’t anything shiny underneath, it was because she was only proving her point.
Ever so slightly unfamiliar with interacting with playmates himself (seeing as most of the other creatures in his home were quite a bit bigger than him), so after a confused shuffle of consideration, the gallor ever so slowly lifts one front paw to ever so gently to boop against the rakai’s own. …Did he do it right?
Dry Season: 13
Syd: +3.5
Stack: lvl56 (0/5) / lvl57 (0/5)
Doc: lvl1 (2/5) / lvl3 (2/5)
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Post by Èdan on Nov 29, 2022 16:17:07 GMT -6
As shocking as the reaction might be to the girl, the courier seems rather unmoved by the display of teeth (If not, once again, having more questions than what he started with). "Nice teeth," is the main comment, with a pinch of dryness, "Bet those would get quite a sum on the market, too." After all, just because something is considered some form of companion to one person doesn't mean it can't qualify as a curiosity to someone else. Case in point - the fish, which he has no doubts that some have caught and tamed for whichever purpose they thought necessary, while a vastly larger part of the (somewhat poorer) populace likely has them for dinner.
"In any case, it aint the teeth that's the question, its more the size." Semantics. (But he does thrive on them so). "Percy here's easy enough to handle, but something that size," and there's a nod of the head towards the drej, "More likely to push us around than we them. Look at it, could shred either one of us in a dozen different ways and we just pretending it wont." There's another shrug, as he turns back to look at the water, "Some folk just can't appreciate the simple, problem-free life." (Nevermind certain acquaintances can none the less make things interesting with their own).
At the talk of treasure, there is a short, closed-mouthed chuckle, even as the expression remains fairly placid. (Sometimes its a bit too easy, but that's part of the fun too). "Oh, a few times. Some plants.. a can or two.. pearls.." leaving it at that.
As far as Percy is concerned, the rules are something that have always been kind of a "work in progress", nevermind he's now having to translate much of them from gallor into rakai, and back. He perks up when the purple one swats him back, though being already up-side-down means it's more like he perks just that much deeper into the sands. As this makes for a poor view, the pup quickly spins and rights himself upwards again, head low, paws out, tail high. There's also a considerable spray of sand, but that's just makes it better.
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Percy: 47 (2/5)
Dry Season: 14
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Post by Syd on Nov 29, 2022 17:58:51 GMT -6
Look at this one, poking and prodding, rooting around for buttons to push. If Stack felt a spark of mischievous glee flickering across their bond, he made no indication of noticing it (but most likely had plenty of practice in paying it little mind). “I suppose they would, if you got your hands on some.” Here her smile turns wide and sharp, voice pitched to match his dryness. “I’d love t’see someone try, tho’ I can’t say it’d end well for ‘em.” Says the girl with little colorful buttons for a necklace, flashing in the sun. There was an almost jarring juxtaposition between that sentiment and this image that …could unnerve, perhaps, if one thought about it for too long. Maybe best not to.
“And size? Really? Sea’s pretty big, why bother crossin’ it then?” She tuts in disappointment. “No such thing as no-problems. There’s always problems, s’just about picking the ones you’re gonna care ‘bout. 'Sides, magic fixes all sorts of nonsense nowadays, even the bein’-dead-kind. Might as well pick some fun problems while you’re at it.” There was a little less boasting and easy know-it-all confidence with these couple of remarks, strangely enough - it certainly could have been an easy topic to try and lecture current audiences about. Almost calm and measured, if one were to start ruminating on it -
“Tu plenus mendacium, ain’t pearls sea bits? Not,” she gestures outwards, “river bits? The weave on your tale’s all crook’d, no way.” Nevermind, there was the lack of years lived we expected to see shining through.
Oh no, oh dear, the SAND. This had happened once before and he did not like it just as much as he did not now. A forlorn expression settled over his face as he was covered in the stuff, although he managed to scrunch up initially and keep it out of his eyes and beak at least. Topped off with a sad coo, there was a whole production made of squaring off his four paws as sturdy as he could, before his coat pattern and finer features turned indistinguishable as he carried out a vigorous, full body shake and hoped that got most of it out. Intentional or not, splash damage is as splash damage does; you know, that old chestnut of a proverb.
Dry Season: 15
Syd: +4
Stack: lvl56 (1/5) / lvl57 (1/5)
Doc: lvl1 (3/5) / lvl3 (3/5)
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