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"The fruit kabob was an idea I had when I found a spiky wall that talked when you touch it. Kinda like when you touch a flower that's on fire except the wall doesn't destroy itself and there isn't any kitty to meet in the woods and its words act funny and are hard to understand." Bremen announced with a confident nod, making even less sense than usual.

To tell the truth he didn't really like touching the kabob too much, but he was smart enough to know that all gembounds were different from each other. Some were big, some were small, some liked to eat lesser gembound, and some mostly liked to munch on green stuff. Who was to say that there wasn't some lonely gembound out there that wanted to have a voice that they could hear any time they wanted and a snack to share with the voice?

Speaking of which, the new banana was done! With as much energy as he had for every other action the hybrid rushed over and grabbed the fruit, cradling it between a foreleg and his chest as he hobbled back to the display stand where he sat the glowing banana down. Using his beak to grab the kabob Bremen slung the old banana off, nearly in the dogbird's direction, and pierced the new fruit with the sickly green and black spike.

"Kinda loud, isn't it?" he commented as he placed the item back on its pedestal despite there having been no unusual noise during the exchange. "Oh, did you mean the tunnel that's near the swirly loud windy room? That's a good idea!"

Having an attention span to rival any others the hybrid looked toward the next display containing the skull. "That one I got from our Magus. He's disappeared now just like everyone else from the kingdom. He had a lot of corpses and corpse parts stacked up in big piles that he just left there before going away."




’Thinking... thinking... thinking…’
"This is my voice, isn't it neat?"
Tags: @Oliver

Oliver blinked a great deal, trying--and struggling--to follow Bremen's stream-of-consciousness sort of speech. He had a tendency to do the same thing, himself, so it wasn't exactly that he found it strange; more that it was, when one was doing it back to you, rather disconcerting. The topics switched before Oliver had a chance to consider them, but he did his best to keep up.

"Ohh, err--yeah, I hate that too. They just die on you in the middle of talking, and I hate that--like... I didn't mean to kill it?! I tried to help--what? Yeah, the tunnel! It should work... I could bring back a couple things for you, if you like."

He hesitated at the mention of the Magus. For awhile he eyed the skull, then Bremen, afraid to ask--afraid to admit he didn't know the word, but alas, he didn't. At last he spoke, sheepish. "Err--what's a... magus? What--kingdom? What --who's 'our' like--our magus? You were with others, or? Did they do this too?" At the word 'this,' he nodded at the pile of things, wondering if perhaps somehow, at some point, he'd missed an entire cartel of banana vendors in a mysterious kingdom of vendors, with a Magus, whatever that was.

{Table code credit to Madison, altered a bit!}



@Bremen
It's been a hard few months for the runty female bobcat. First: What few friends she had in Canis were gone. Secondly: She only had a single spell to cast at the long-ago Majicka contest. She was doing little more than what she *had* to do to survive right now.

It was time to move on. She removed her beloved perfectly round and colorful marble. It was her favorite toy from her kittenhood. Of course, she was now fourteen Cycles old, but she couldn't bear to just leave it behind.

She gently gripped the smooth, cool marble in her teeth. With a parting glance at her tiny den, she left, not knowing or caring about where she was going. She made her way through several tunnels until Canis was no more than a shadowy blur in the distance.

She got as far as Polaris. There was some glowing structure there. Felina, wondering what was going on, approached the numerous bright lights. She stopped when there was about three feet between her and the other two Greater Gembounds (Bremen and Oliver).

"Hello. My name's Felina. Can either of you point in the direction where I can live in a new den? My previous one had too many...sad memories."

While she waited for a reply, if any, she extracted her marble from her jaws. She put it on the soil where she was standing. She started rolling it around with her right forepaw. It *might* look quite shiny in the lights coming from the stall where the bananas and other stuff were displayed.

@Bremen, @Oliver


"You found a flower too?" Bremen asked in his usual tone. One would think after this long of high emotion he would settle down but every single small thing seemed to spark a new wave of energy in the thing. "Don’t worry, you didn't kill it. Mine died too but it was just hiding and came back to life later on. They are all tricky like that."

Of course he didn't know that his situation had been slightly different from his visitor's but even if he had known what else might he have done but to try to comfort what sounded like a sad conscience.

"The Marrowbound Kingdom, it was a group in Canis run by a cat-vulture which what pretty cool 'cause I’m a fox-dolphin-heron-cat-vulture. What are the odds that that, being such similar species to a king? My noodlekin is similar too! He's an anaconda-chicken-cat-vulture. All of them are gone now except me and maybe my noodlekin and also the Ingenii that I just found out is still alive and standing right behind you."

With that Bremen scrambled past the dogbird, managing not to impale him with his horn as he rushed by, and stopped right as he arrived near Felina. "Welcome! Welcome! I remember you, you liked to hang out in Canis with all the people playing pretend kingdom. I don’t have any maps to trade but that's a great idea! I've been allllll over the place and know lots of cool secret locations. Do you have a favorite type of place you want to make a den at?"

He had seen but one map in the cave system, once while he was in Pisces he ran across a stone where someone at some time had drawn a pretty picture that if you looked at it juuuust right told about all the different sections of the cave. Except Fornax- that one had been missing for some reason. Did they not know about Fornax at that time? Maybe it had been too big to try to draw. He didn't know but perhaps he could figure out some way to copy it onto something smaller and update it with new knowledge.





’Thinking... thinking... thinking…’
"This is my voice, isn't it neat?"
Tags: @Oliver @Felina
Oliver turned, at first blinking quizzically at the newcomer--then a bit saddened by her words. He was about to give his own answer but Bremen was talking, again, and once more, overwhelming in his flood of words, the tide of which never seemed to stem.

Once more, he listened as best he could, blinking a great deal.

"The flowers come back--?" Great relief struck him. He'd felt deep guilt and grief at having apparently killed his; it had spoken to him some, then simply stopped responding. He'd had no way of knowing it was the snake Septiezal at the other end--he thought he'd genuinely somehow killed a talking, fiery flower.

"That's--great, thanks--..." He turned as Bremen moved past, chattering up the newcomer--apparently a friend, and somehow involved in this entire strange kingdom of hybrids in a place Oliver hadn't heard much of. He blinked a few times, trying to settle the hybrid list in his mind--and what was an Ing... whatever? He still didn't know what a Magus was, even.

He shook his head, and quietly slinked back, leaving Bremen to his friend. He felt a bit baffled by all of this, and as though he might be intruding. "I'll, uh-... Maybe bring you some things. From the tunnel. Good luck--friends are a good thing and um. ...Bye."

Oliver turned, trotting off into the darker edges of Polaris at an ungainly trot, trying to clear his mind of all this confusing information and sort into something more... easily-manageable.

{Table code credit to Madison, altered a bit!}



//exit Oliver
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