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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2024 19:25:28 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on May 18, 2024 19:33:18 GMT -6
Whats worse then a pack of omnivorous hounds? Its a retorical question. But really, what is? A picky turtle. Oogwai kicks away the latest offering of food, murp jerky that the houlou go rayzor about, glowering at the fox offering him food. How dare. Snapping his beak shut dangeorusly close to his fingers. The animalfolk yips and growls briefly at him. They glare at each other. The turtle glares looks almost cute because of his small size. He's grumbling and growling in strange sounds that the voltitan doesn't know, or care. A grumble inside. He's hungry, and picky, and will not eat anything. So off Kristofor is carting the turtle off, he's going to take the stupid thing to the river and see if he'll eat freshly caught fish. Thats the idea anyhow. Until he is passing the questboard, and a note with a large red cross circle around a fish catches his eye. A fish removal quest? Perfect. 1
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Post by Kristofor on May 19, 2024 21:35:49 GMT -6
The notepaper has an address on file which isnt' actually far from his shop. Taking this to memory, Kristofor wheels around and takes the cart back home. Here's where things get tricky. Oogwai's no fan on being picked up. His front end is quite dangerous with that snarp little beak, and his fingers are not on the menu for a grumpy tort. However, his back end? Seems to be less dangerous, so far. And the little voltitian can't see behind him like an herbivore animal can. Thus probably omnivirous. Picking up the baby turtle from behind, he makes a loud hissing noise, flailing flat little blocky legs as he gets yet another UNWANTED, CLEARLY UNWANTED flying lesson. Does NOT like being handled. 'You, will be fine.' he tells Oogwai with a stern tone, making sure his grip is firmly out of that stretchy little neck's reach, noting the length of his claws too. Kicked into being dropped is last thing he wants. 2
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Post by Kristofor on May 19, 2024 21:41:48 GMT -6
Ever since the wheelbarrow incident, carting loads is a chore Kristofor avoids doing himself. Short distances are fine but he always forgets to bring gloves, tailored to a fox's hand shape. And Oogwai's about the weight of the juvenile houlou already, he bets its mostly shell. Its like a lead weight. But he can carry Oogwai like this, just for a short time. To his luck, its only four doors down, a beautiful pond in the front yard of a large residence. Someone's out there, jabbing a long stick into the water with exclamations of anger and exasperation. "What, what do you want." they snap. Kristofor puts Oogwai down, to both their relief, explaining he's here about the fish removal. "Well. You're late. And-" their gaze travels up and down him. "A fox. Don't your kind hate water?" "That is a cat. I'm quite capable of handling water." At his full straightened height, Kristofor is taller then the quest giver, who looks...miffed. 3
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Post by Kristofor on May 19, 2024 21:48:07 GMT -6
"Look, just get the fish OUT and I do not care what method you use. I want this pond fish free by nightfall." with that, they stalk away, throwing the long stick aside with force. It clatters against the ground, now quiet. Some reception for a fox and his turtle. Fish free by nightfall? He could do that. Its a fancy little pond, clearly built to 'look' natural but the rocks are fake. They echo a hollowness when rapping his knuckles against them. Wow, fake rocks. Sure it wasn't fake fish too? The water is clear and bubbles every now and then from the depth, of maybe up to his waist at the deepest point. RRROIBIT A pause. Looking around the edge, he spots it. A palm sized frog, chilling on the fake stone, blinking those unusual sideways pupilled eyes at him. It croaks. Lookign from it, to the water... he can see swirls of small shapes. Thats...a lot of fish. 4
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Post by Kristofor on May 19, 2024 22:03:40 GMT -6
Shuffling his way up to the water's edge, Oogwai peers into the water. He's had very little experience with water, as Kristofor has given him water but not let him IN IT. Those pale minty eyes follow the tiny shapes before a splash happens. He's walked right off the edge and into the water! Alarmed, the fox reaches forward to grab the turtle, but the voltitan kicks off from his splash, and is zooming. The length of the tail behind him moves around like a rudder, and the baby turtle is making circles around the inside of the pond's circular body. Well... he is a reptile. Right? One that is good in water? He's making a few laps before coming to the surface, sneezing water out of tiny nostrils. He looks at the fox's frozen posture, almost falling into the pool himself but braced with one long leg against the rock, attempting to grab him. 5
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2024 4:42:02 GMT -6
YipsMuch worry too much. Oogwai decides, watching the animalfolk slowly retract their shellless body back onto having all feet on land, although his eyes show fear. Fear for him? Absurd. He is TURTLE, and thus he can water. Spreading his toes out as far as possible, the tiny unused skin stretching between the toes to give more movement freedom. Land is slow, water is free. He is FAST in water, kicking off the surface to dive down. Silvery longeats swirl around him with complete obliviousness of soon to be eaten things. Longeats, this was his meal, and he would eat them. One drifts just close enough to his jaw...SNAP. Many dart away with the disappearance of one down the throat of what they cannot see. For he is TURTLE and thus can't be seen in water. 'I start wondering sometimes if he's smarter then I am'. Kristofor mutters to himself, his hind leg aching from the support of all his weight against the rock to attempt to reach Oogwai. 6
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2024 4:47:29 GMT -6
Being so young, he assumed the little turtle to not be very mobile in water, to sink like a rock for lack of a better choice of worded term. Being proved wrong very quickly. Would all types of Voltitan be this mobile in water? He doubts it, Oogwai's just a special little tort, is all. Well if he wants to chase minnows all day for his meal, thats his choice. In the meantime, he'll skim the top of the water with a net or something to catch what he can. ROOOBIIT. Looking up, he stares at the frog. It hadn't left. Didn't jump in the water after Oogwai's dramatic splash of an entrance. Its eyeballs blink at him. He blinks back. Not fearful. Well, he's not a cub anymore, seeking to grab anything he can get his paws on to show his father, or join his cousin in pranking with collection of said frogs. Reminds him of a dinner plate, with how...flat it looks. 7
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2024 4:55:42 GMT -6
He's reading too much into the situation; because it is plain unusual for a frog to just sit there, unless its a very well done fake and there to confuse him, or the humanfolk who made the pond to begin with. Drawing a small net from his satchel, one he uses for skimming mosses off the pool in the garden next to the shop or his own loose fur out of the bathing tub once done using it, the fox slowly lowers the skimming net into the pool. The frog does nothing but blink and watch him. Beneath the surface, he can see, Oogwai attempting to jet himself around using tail power and little kicks to figure out steering, as walking and swimming are two very different forms of movement. And he can swim, thank you very much. He's very good at swimming, but the loose fur being left everywhere puts a damper on things. The 'fish' are super interested in the occasional leftover white-blonde hair clinging to the net though. 8
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2024 5:04:19 GMT -6
He's not met an animal with so little... instinct to flee on meeting a fishing predator, even if he's not splashing about like a cub or a lunatic, snapping up fish. No. He'll stick to land for this. But that frog's gaze does linger on him, way too long he feels. The tiny fish swim into his net with hardly trying. Like they're attracted to his loose fur. Ooh, thats an idea. Suspending his net far enough out of the water that the fish don't escape, he runs his fingers through the longer fur that is on his head, sprinkling a small handful of hairs over the surface. They seem to drift like fish food or dried worms. And the fish SWARM those hairs. Several little mouths attempting to feed on a hair at once. Pity for them as its a trick! His net skims the surface just far enough to capture them, adding to the small wriggling pile. Now did he have a way of taking these fish home. Because beneath his work, Oogwai is snapping up whatever drifts close. Pausing to rest. 9
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Post by Kristofor on May 23, 2024 5:10:27 GMT -6
That might be an idea for when he goes to the river, and not dealing with a localized version of minnows, to tie a few of his hairs to the bobber and hook of his own fishing tackles, something he'd usually never do. But its better then having a slowly stuffing bag of shed hair that can be felted into thick liquid drawing sponges. He saw it on the television once, and thought it a marvelous idea, because this much shed is embarassing. Like he'll never be rid of his winter coat, and summer he can feel is around the corner. Oogwai surfaces with a splash, expellng water from his nostrils again. Where YipsMuch. Right, nothing. Just BigMouthSwimmer. Left, oh, there is YipsMuch. He is catching many fishes. Oogwai is pleased. He will eat these small fishes until they run away. Several hours, and a large collapsable water bowl later, the fox is fitting the lid on the bowl over a rather large mass of wriggling minnows. Finally stepping forth to shoo the frog away. It doesn't go away until the humanfolk comes out to inspect the foxfolk's work. He's holding a wet turtle in the back half, like one holds dowsing rods. Shooing him aside... what was the verdict. Because there's no movement in that pool now, just in the bowl at his feet. 10 +2 Oogwai -fin
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Post by NPC on Jun 8, 2024 20:40:49 GMT -6
Congratulations, you have successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to the bank shortly.
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