ORIGIN - Fishing For Fallen Folk

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Fisher was finally feeling well enough to stand, and after hunting down a bit of cave rat, he went sniffing around for Black and Fallah. He was on a mission now, a long forgotten mission, and he had spent a few days thinking about just how to explain the situation to his friends. Holding a plump rat in his jaws, he was sure he would locate one or both of them soon enough. Hopefully they would want to come along on his potentially dangerous mission and all.

He wasn't sure where they kept getting off to, anyway. Black hadn't directly mentioned his little stone-egg thing to him, and Fallah kept somehow sniffing off at new trouble even though she had nearly died less than a cycle ago-- but whatever. He wasn't too worried. They weren't too far, usually. More than likely, they were together, even.

The mustelid kept his head high and his hopes-- well, not so much. They were there, though, even if he kept them sort of tucked under his belly because any time he had high hopes some taller gembound seemed to come by and snatch them away. Or, y'know, his bad luck got to him. Either way. Better to keep your hopes low to the ground and close to your paws, or something.

@Black @Fallah ;; fisher is going treasure hunting, if either of you wanna join. prepare for feels and potentially a yeti attack if we can find svag.

Black lay where he had done for days, no--weeks; flat on his belly and chest, alongside the growing moonstone chrysalis.

The thing shimmered in Polaris's lights with an odd beauty, and the stoic dog found himself gazing at it for hours on end, his mind empty of all thought. Now and again, his tail would thump once or twice; he was content.

The stone was two-thirds as large as he was, now. Whatever was within would be almost his size, once the rock had finished swelling. Fallah was somewhere nearby, or so he thought... it was hard keeping track of time when you stared at rocks for days.

With a soft grumble the dog shifted in place, laying his head on the edge of the stone. It reminded him of how he'd lay when Fallah had been near death: curled over her chrysalis, protecting it in silence. Now, though, it wasn't a stone that was linked to death and dragons; it was a stone linked to new life, or so he thought.

The dog thumped his tail again, closing his eyes to rest, unaware that Fisher was nearby--and searching for him.

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Fisher eventually found Black, and with a wag of his tail and a garbled woof between a cave rat in his jaws, he tried to get his pal's attention. When that failed, he set down his prey and tried again.

"Hey, Black! I got you a cave rat! Have y'seen Fallah? What're you up to--" the mustelid began to rattle off a huge ball of words from his braincase, hardly pausing to breathe. He didn't even give Black the chance to explain what was going on, he was so preoccupied with the urgency of his task, "--Look bud I know this is kind of sudden, but there's some stuff I need to find here in Polaris. Think you can help me out? I gotta sniff out some... Important.. Things. And it might be dangerous, so maybe you could help me out?"

He nosed the black furred pitch rat towards the canine, his tail wagging furiously. His friend could eat and they could go off.. He really wanted Fallah to help, but if he couldn't find her, well... He didn't really have the opportunity to wait. He had been putting this off for way too long.

@Black

Black stood at once, alert, ears pricking up. He turned to face Fisher, alert and square on his four pillar-like legs.

"I will aid. What do you need from me?" he stated, and asked, simply. To him, it didn't matter what Fisher needed, what he was looking for; it was his duty to help, and so he would. He simply needed directions and he'd immediately follow them.

He seemed almost empty, more like a robotic shell of a dog than a thinking, feeling being. His blue-grey gaze was as vacant as it was intense, alert and awaiting input. There was not even a hint of curiosity.

...He was also drooling, just a little, with a string of it hanging from the right-hand side of his jowls.

His thick, short tail wagged once and then he stood, ready to leave the moonstone chrysalis behind to help.

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@Fisher

Fallah padded around Polaris. She would visit Black and his egg, then go off, then find Fisher, then go off. She wasn't terribly good at sticking around- it made her nervous. She wanted to move, then she wanted to be by her friends, then she wanted to be alone. It was a usual cycle, and maybe the curse, of being a cat... specifically a cat named Fallah.

The lynx came back to Polaris, though and found her friends there.

"I will aid. What do you need from me?"

Black was speaking to Fisher. Had he asked something? Fallah came up and looked at Fisher quizzically. Was something up? Had he needed something?

Fisher's tail wagged furiously as both Black and Fallah volunteered their help in his venture. He nodded to the pair of them and then began to explain quickly.

"A gembound died here in Polaris many cycles ago," he told them quietly. "I think her gemstone is still here, and I want to find it. Make things right, sort of. Anyway, it's still pretty dangerous around here, so stay close to me, okay?" The noodle didn't wait up, however. He immediately bounded off towards the Spire, towards the place where he thought he might find the gemstone of Deus.

He just hoped he wasn't too late to make amends, in the end. As he bounded along, he continued to explain his plans. "I also want to collect some of the shards of the crystals around the Spire. The Spire's energy is so strong that it amplifies my magic-- so maybe if I take some of the crystals with me, I'll have an easier time... controlling myself, if that makes sense. I actually summoned that storm during the battle, remember? I feel strong here-- stronger than I do anywhere else..."

Fisher realized that he might have been rambling a bit too much and passed a glance to both of his friends, a nervous smile playing on his face. He was really excited, honestly. Hopefully the exposition would go well.

It didn't take long for him to get to the base of the Spire, but he knew he would have a rough time finding the gemstone. The shards of the Spire were easy though-- in the battle and the earthquakes, small pieces had shattered everywhere. Mostly pieces not from the Spire itself, but from the clusters of similar blue crystals around. He just had to figure out a way to collect and carry them, really.

They drifted into the area surrounding the Spire, and as Louie meticulously moved his rocks from one side of the base to the other, his ears twitched at the sound of Fisher's talking. Hardly anyone came here without a purpose, and as the trio wandered closer to the base, the fox whirled on his heels and a guttural growl broke free from his throat. No, he didn't register the familiar sight of the mustelid as his body shook with tension and nerves that they had ventured so close to this place. Stomach churning violently, his brow drew together in a scowl as he his voice broke pitch multiple times as he addressed them.

"How -DA-re you." One dull eye critically examining the challengers, he felt his body shake and he almost burst out sobbing from the frazzled and obviously broken charges being fired throughout his brain. That was all he could find himself being able to squeeze out of his tightening throat as he opted instead to pace back forth. In a line to block the three from getting any closer to their destination. The gembound felt the ground beneath his feet begin to sift and shuffle as he drew out the fragments of sand, minerals and ultimately glass to his aid.

From Fisher's standpoint, there was no way he could have been able to expect what had happened when they approached the Spire. Yet as the frothing, violent fox appeared, snarling and bristling, something peculiar sparked in the mustelid's body.

"Louie? What--" The ground shifted, shards sparking in the violent energy of the Spire and the vulpine's raging magic. His heart stopped for a moment, his emotions pulling towards the fox and, for a brief moment, aligning. A sickness flooded the mustelid's mind, a blinding confusing animosity that made him almost numb to the others around him. A sense of murderous intent tore through him, causing his lips to draw back into a matching snarl. For a moment, it didn't matter that he knew the fox before him, he just wanted to tear into that crimson monstrosity and end its life.

It faded out as quickly as it had come, and the noodle trembled with the pain that lingered in those insanity driven emotions. Something was horrible wrong, and it made his throat swell with fear and misery. Whatever had happened to the gembound he once knew as a friend, as someone who had saved his life, had broken the beast. "L-louie, it's me! It's Fisher!" He barked rapidly, the fur on his pelt standing on end as he backed up towards his friends, knowing that in a fight the half blinded fox wouldn't stand a chance.

Fisher didn't want to hurt Louie, and he certainly didn't want to kill him, but for a moment it was impossible not to remember the life he had taken before. One wrong move and he could destroy them all, invoke the wrath of the Spire and send them all to the bowels of the cavern's depth.

the fuck did i forget to tag people oH MY GOD;; @Louie @Black @Fallah rip me

That name rang no bells. Not immediately. But his mind was so foggy and his own spirit so muffled that it only made sense he couldn't recall something he hadn't heard of or spoken of for so long. Muscles tweaking and body spasming periodically, he felt the glass withdraw closer and begin to almost hug him for some small comfort. "Fi-Fisher?" Repeating that foreign word as it rolled over his tongue, it didn't trigger anything and his empty eye closed as he shook his head multiple times. Louie. That rang a bell and he straightened up growling through his teeth. "My name is IKHAEL."

Truly, he understood that he had gone by that pseudonym, but he couldn't find himself trusting or believing a "stranger" that didn't even know the truth. Taking some hasty step backwards, the Spire was beginning to thrum angrily at the disturbances of magic and personality shifts it was feeling below. Louie could feel this, he had been out here long enough to know, with magic already erratic he attempted to direct the shards towards the trio. Whether or not he was in control of such a thing was debatable, but he had to protect everything he had here. Which was nothing. Just a pile of rocks and his gem to keep himself company.

Nothing moved, the air was merely present with his shards before they all dropped back to the ground, clipping at his fur and scratching his skin slightly. It had failed. "NO, NO, NO." Empty Louie shrieked and howled once again as he felt cornered at how he had failed something. The whole reason for his gem being in control was to prevent such errors. But alas it hadn't worked and he dropped to the ground submissively staring up at Fisher.

@Fisher @Fallah @Black

Black had drawn protectively close to Fisher--nearly standing over him--and when the fox screamed, his hackles bristled. He growled very faintly, a distant rumble of thunder emanating from his chest.

But then Louie was on the ground, lying there, and Black was left staring rather dumbfounded. If the fox were a threat--then he would have attacked. If the fox was merely lying there, though, being dangerously insane--how could he handle that? He could not bite the life from him first; that would be... not-protecting. It would be murder.

But he didn't want Fisher to approach, either.

With a snort the large dog padded forward, attempting to snuffle into Louie's fur, sniffing his head and along his back VERY closely. If the fox was going to snap, and attack, it could bite him; if it was not, then he would know its scent, and its intentions. He was as a king's taster, testing the food before his master risked his life--only Fisher was no king, and Louie was no meal.

The black dog even raised one massive paw, his thick tail wagging slowly and raised high in the air, and he pawed very lightly at Louie, assuming the fox remained there long enough.

I do not know what is wrong with him... but I will ensure he does not harm Fisher. Or Fallah.

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@Fisher @Fallah

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