ORIGIN - Can We Build It?

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TENNESSEE

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play"

It had been a few days since he and Cayenne had decided to help him out with his project and already he felt more motivated and more ready to take on the challenge. For now he left off trying to tame the deer and moved on to Eridanus to make some baskets to carry in the first haul of dirt. It would be difficult on his own but he would manage, especially with Daisy at his side. The Red Rat couldn't carry much but what she could carry would help. So, with the mindset that he could do anything the lemur moved around Eridanus by flinging himself through the trees and picking up vines that he needed. Before long he looked less like a lemur and more like some sort of plant monster. It was by this time that he decided he had collected enough and then lowered himself down to sit beneath a tree where he began to cut and weave and bite the vines into baskets. It was very slow going but with sheer determination he was able to make one small basket, an experimental one that he would tie to Daisy.

"See? This'uns yers, Daisy-girl." He picked it up and showed the Red Rat who looked up with disinterest before curling back up into a ball. During his basket-weaving the rat had showed up to nap next to him. The lemur gave a small laugh before petting her and setting back to work. Time to make some more baskets.

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5/10

there's a beautiful storm in your eyes

the humidity in the room bared down on his russet pelt, the dark color just helping in collecting more of the heat. the brute would stride by with a look of irritation in his face for his whole life he had always preferred the more colder places in origin cave. of course there was no forgetting the feeling of hunger that had been haunting him for quite a while now. it was one of his many regrets for deciding to travel so far from home, the gembound knew that soon enough he would need some sort of shelter, very few of his kind were known as individuals who lived a solitary life and that did not included quintus at all. feelings of regret was starting to sour his mood but then again it was his decision; leaving the opportunity of a boring life in pisces with his parents to start a nomadic lifestyle. there's so much more to origin cave, an exhale of humid breath escaped out of his mouth as he would make his way towards an unfamiliar figure, instead of calling out to get his attention, quintus would use a good few seconds to figure out what he was doing before opening his maw to talk "what you got there?"

TENNESSEE

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play"

He'd managed to make a couple of more baskets in the time that the lion started watching him and was starting a third when he heard the question. The lemur's ice-blue eyes turned to the male and after carefully sitting his baskets aside and standing up. He took off his hat, put it at his waist and gave a polite bow to the brown male. Once he stood up again he donned his hat and said with a smile, "Howdy! What I got 'ere is a few baskets! Imma use'em to carry some dirt right on over t'Polaris. My pretty friend an' I are gonna be makin' Polaris livable again." The idea had him excited all over again.

Wait... He remembered Leon saying some gems would be willing to help out an idea like his. Would this be one of them?

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@Quintus
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5/10

there's a beautiful storm in your eyes

steel blue eyes would fervently scan the other gembound's frame leading him to be intrigued by the strange object he kept on his head and the various baskets he had made. quintus's mind had been so set on finding out what the stranger was all about that tennessee's deep voice would totally startle him to awareness. he could not decide whether it was the gembound's strange accent that surprised him or the fact that he had just let him know of his plans despite the fact that quintus only wanted to know what he was making, strange dude. the idea that he and a friend of his wanted to make polaris livable again somewhat intrigued him but instead of asking about that quintus would continue to look and would notice the positive vibe that the stranger had; something else he would notice whilst looking down at the baskets was the lesser gembound that hanged around him, you going to eat that? looking back towards the stranger that ever charming smile of his would be flashed before he would reply, "name's quintus, what's yours?"

TENNESSEE

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play"

The lemur plopped back down on his rear, right next to the Red Rat with his tail curling over her back. His dexterous paws picked up the materials again as he began to craft once more. "Name's Tennessee! It's nice t'meet ya Mister Quintus!" He quickly finished off another basket before turning his full attention on the lion. "Say, um... I know this is comin' outa nowhere but would ya like t'help? I remember a guy named Mister Leon, he's got th'same color fur as you he does, told me t'be on th'lookout fer fellers that wanna help with m'project." He used one finger to scratch one of his cheeks curiously.

"Would you happen t'be one of those fellers?"

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@Quintus
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5/10

there's a beautiful storm in your eyes

whilst listening to the stranger, his eyes would drift away from his frame to the figure of the lesser gembound, the sight of the rat just fueling the hunger that had been plaguing quintus. fortunately the gembound had been able to quell the temptation that had been attempting to influence him, shit. his gaze would settle on the gembound who identified himself as tennessee once more with a slight look of annoyance adorning his features but the look would disappear as soon as it had arrived at the mention of his father and the arrival of another gembound. "so you're familiar with my father," the brute would allow a smile to reappear on his face before he would open his maw to speak once more, "well tennessee and cayenne, i do happen to be one of those fellers!" laughter would follow after that and he could not help but praise himself on how amusing he was for attempting to speak like the lemur, i kill myself!

TENNESSEE

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play"

The lemur nodded his head, "Sure am! Had a nice lil' conversation with'im! He seemed like a real stand up feller!" The red lemur said with a sincere grin. He really did like the bear and he liked the werewolf that was with him! They both seemed like the good sort to him... Then again, he thought everyone was the good sort. Had to go with not meeting anyone that wished him any harm.

It was then that he heard the approach of a new creature. He only had to hear one syllable of her sweet voice and he was up on his feet, scattering his rat --who let out an annoyed hiss-- and baskets everywhere. He could feel his pulse quicken and butterflies come to his chest. "Quintus! This is the pretty friend I told ya about." He gave a smile to his companion and rushed to go stand by her side. Casually he threw one paw over her shoulder as if to claim her and show her off then thought better of it and put his paw back at his side with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, er, glad t'hear yer one'a those fellers! Help is always wanted!" He used one paw to gesture to the baskets now lying askew on the ground with the annoyed rat trying to curl herself up again. "Y'see, I've made these baskets an' like I said we're gonna be haulin' dirt. Would ya mind if we strapped a couple'a baskets too ya an' filled'em with the stuff? That'd be a big help." The lion was absolutely huge and could easily carry double of what he could. It was just a matter if he was up to the dirty task.

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there's a beautiful storm in your eyes

quintus would eye the two other gembounds with purpose in his eyes for he was obviously trying to keep his eyes away from the lesser gembound as much as he could, my stomach, lucky for him it would not grumble but only he himself could feel the disturbance his derelict stomach was currently giving him. obviously the lion would not notice the budding wariness that cayenne was starting to form, that ever silly smile of his stuck to his face. soon enough the red furred lemur would let him know of his task and quintus could not help but feel doubt, i'm too hungry, the thought of carrying anything else than his own body weight led to him feeling as if his knees was buckling. quickly the look of doubt would disappear as soon as it had settled and the gembound would nod several times in approval, "of course not, always happy to help," perhaps these two could reward him afterwards by finding him something to eat for the prospect of hunting was just making him feel more weary than he already was. without hesitation, quintus would bend down to a certain extent ready to feel the weight that was soon going to be hitting him.