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RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Mau - Jun 02 2015

ooc: short post sorry x: just wanted to get this in.
Even though the fisher was not much bigger than her, and equally as wet, the thing seemed like a much safer place to be than the piece of rock she'd found to stand on. The kitten didn't stop to think. She didn't even wait for the brown creature to get fully to land before she raced over and reached out, grabbing at that gleaming yellow patch of stone on his neck- and with needle-point claws, aiming to get a grip around its edges. If Mau could speak in that moment, she'd be screaming for the weasel-like thing to get her OUT of there! Instead, she yowled pointedly in his ear, wordless complaints that had crystal clear meaning...

...and posted atop the fisher's back and shoulders, she'd cling on for dear life. Even the approach of another cat like her wouldn't spark any good feelings. Perched upon the other animal's shoulders- claws not quite sharp enough to pierce skin, but hooked well enough that she wouldn't slip off, the cat gave a hearty yank in the other direction. It was very much time to go!


RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Fisher - Jun 02 2015



This was what Fisher got for rushing to the kitten's rescue! The long brown mammal hissed as the baby gembound's claws scrabbled around the gem that gave him life and yanked his scruff around. Those claws were pointy, y'know! She even had the nerve to yowl in his sensitive ears, and it was all he could do to keep his patience and not just dunk her in the freezing water.

The lynx told him to go, which he returned with a flat glare, but it also gave its name. Fallah. It seemed like the feline wanted to meet up after this mess. "Fisher, and I'm goin'-- Ow!" The kitten tugged and clawed deeper into him, a sharp reminder of the panicky fuzzball on his shoulders.

It was then that Fisher spotted the dog. A bark friend. Staring at him like a huge lost puppy, waiting for something. By now, Fallah had already vanished, leaving him with the big black bark and the small screechy shrimp. His brain swarmed with trying to solve this problem, the buzzing ringing in his ears. "You! Barkfriend! Find a big rock or something, plug the hole, got it?" He bounded towards the dog, wishing he could hand off his parcel of kitten, but knowing damn well she wasn't about to let go.

... The dog didn't seem to understand him. Frustrated and actually in pain, Fisher's tail lashed as he reared up on two legs and waved frantically with his paws at the hole and at the small rocks and chips of ice at his paws. "Rocks! Go in hole! Block the water!" He yowled, the weight on his shoulders shoving him back on his forepaws, nearly jarring his injured paw. No, no, no! Last thing he needed was to be limping like a cripple again. The pain shot up his leg but faded quickly enough. He shook his head and looked pleadingly up at the big dog. Water sloshed at his paws, cold and icy.

Fisher had to get the kitten out of here... But if the dog understood, was he sending another barkfriend to their death? The thought made his skin crawl, and unable to bare waiting to find out, Fisher ran off, away from the flooding to safety for the kitten.

He could return once he got rid of her, right? He wasn't leaving the giant black woof to drown in his home's buzzing waters... Was he?


RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Black - Jun 02 2015


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A brown creature had appeared beside him, eyes blue as a sky he'd never seen and knew nothing of. It nodded. He stared, taken slightly aback--and then there were words, things he did not understand, and a yowling. A hideous yowling, from the tiny-white-thing which was now riding aboard the slender brown one. He flattened his ears back in shock. Who knew something so tiny could be so loud?

Then they were pointing at things, saying more of those sound-symbols. Rocks on the fisher's hands.

What are they trying to tell me?



The Dog stared, blinking, and then whipped his broad head to stare back at the place where water rushed down. There was rock below, and the water gushed over it and down, but could he stand below it and slightly uphill, to reach it? The water was the problem, he could see that, hear the buzzing noise. Something within resonated with it, spurring him to urgency.

What am I to do? Why did they awaken me? What can I do, that they cannot?



He was larger than the other Gembounds, that was for sure. Possibly they needed his strength? Or his height?

He turned, galloping toward the tunnel wall, leaping over and splashing through icy water that puddled from the spray, making his way directly to the hole in the ceiling.

The hole was about eight feet in the air, maybe slightly more, and the Dog was panting by the time he got beneath it. He looked around for the other Gembounds, and stood beside the leak, sometimes standing on his hind legs to try to get as high as he could. He looked a bit foolish, the ungainly puppy dancing around like that, particularly so close to the roaring water--but maybe if the other animals could climb him...? Alone, he could do nothing, but at least he might make a good stepladder.

They would just need to bring something to block the hole, though the Dog did not think of this--he thought, instead, of magic. He turned back, still dancing on his hind legs, and let out a couple of bellowing barks.

Magic. We need magic. How can I show them?



If he could make darkness, surely one of them could make some sort of block for the thing!

He focused, going motionless on his hind legs, and thought of the void within. A shadowy cloak briefly shimmered around him--barely there, weak from his magical exertion from earlier--but he hoped that they would see it, and understand.

If not, maybe he'd still make a good ladder...
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RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Game Master Madison - Jun 03 2015

Water continues to flood into the room; the status of the hole hasn't changed, however. The buzzing in the room is beginning to grow louder. Upon taking a closer look around, the Gembounds in the room could possibly notice the presence of some large rocks that fell near the ground below the opening - rocks that had once blocked the water passage. These rocks are large enough that, if shoved into the hole, could be used to block it - but they may need to use some magic to secure them there for good. Fire, Water, Earth, Energy or Arcane magic would work best for this task.


RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Fallah - Jun 04 2015



Finally finding their way back, Fallah noticed the large black loud positioned still below the hole. At first, the lynx just tilted its head, watching the being as it stood completely still, seeming focused on its task. Blue eyes scrunched, then finally made the connection- taller. They needed to be taller to close the hole! What now? Rocks! Yes! Fallah found some larger rocks, but couldn't think of a way to get the rock and climb the dog. The dog suddenly released its magic, shrouding it slightly. Magic! Fallah could control water somewhat, though it had only happened with the water inside the cat. What could it do?


The buzzing got louder and the cat pulled back its ears to shield from the noise. Slowly, Fallah thought of a plan that might work. Grabbing one of the stones- the biggest that could fit in its maw- Fallah sprung towards the black loud. It might have hurt as the cat climbed, though it really tried not to use its claws that much. With a heaving jump towards the hole, Fallah attempted to shove the rock in the water and freeze it in place. Ice was water too, right? If the lynx thought about the cold hard enough, and pushed its magic into the water, maybe it would turn to ice around the stone, or maybe even more of the water if lucky. Maybe it would take a few tries. Fallah was certainly ready to try, and if not, too late now.

The stone froze in place, but not much more. If Fallah didn't act fast, it would dislodge easily. After jumping to stick the rock into place, the cat was swept into the water. It was cold and not at all pleasant, but it was what happened. The lynx swam quickly from shore, feeling a little proud and excited from casting the new spell. It shook its coat free of some of the icy water and prepared to try again, hoping the dark loud wasn't too hurt to try again.
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RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Game Master Madison - Jun 07 2015

The feline's attempt to close the hole was successful. The rock was lodged into the hole and the water surrounding it froze, securing it in place. However, water was already beginning to dribble out from between cracks in the ice. While the water had stopped pouring out of the now blocked hole, they would have to move quickly to secure it for good.


RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Black - Jun 07 2015


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Black started and winced as the young lynx sprang onto his back, using its claws to climb him. But that was why he was here, and he endured it stoically, bracing himself with forepaws up against rock as the cat clambered up him.

The surge of magic shimmered through the air, a sense of icy cold emanating from above, and he lifted his head to gaze at the cracking, forming ice--just as the cat was swept away by the water. Black dropped down, watching it with alarm--but it was swimming back already, looking rather optimistic. In fact, it appeared ready to go right back to work on the hole--and it was leaking...

The Black Dog looked from the newly-formed, leaking ice, to the lynx, and then back up again. Where had the others gone? The long brown animal, the small white one, the others? He furrowed a wrinkled brow and stood again, uncertain what he could offer aside from the services of a step ladder.

At least the shallow scratches on his side didn't cause him too much pain. He stood up, paws wide, ready to try again--turning his head to bark once over his shoulder at the lynx. It was as good a "ready" signal as he could give.

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RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Fallah - Jun 08 2015



Fallah took a few steps, then shook again. Man that water was cold! Once thoroughly shaken and barely any dryer, Fallah gave up. As the cat walked, it flicked its paws, trying to free them of water. Small bits of ice that had clung to the reddish fur had flung free easily, it was just the water that was the problem. With a small shiver, the lynx set about finding another point to run up and launch off the big black. Was another rock needed? Maybe Fallah could just use magic to finish freezing the water. Yeah, that was a decent idea, just use magic this time! The cat took a deep breath, could it really cast more magic so soon? Surely, if it tried hard enough, it could.


Nodding towards the big black, the lynx readied its body once more. Its body lowered, it's legs getting ready to spring into action. With a short wriggle, the gembound spring into action. Furry paws slapped against the ground with small, wet splats as the cat rocketed towards the dog. As swiftly as it could, it bounded up and off the other gembound in just a few steps. Gritting its teeth, the lynx summoned its magic, working its was from its jaw out, "Think cold!" Fallah thought, "Just think COLD!"

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RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Fisher - Jun 08 2015

It took him a while, but once his thick, snow-built paws got up the third hill, the kitten seemed willing to let go. Fisher sighed with relief as the claws came out of his fur and he set the kit down, giving her a stern look. "Stay here. I'll come back after I've fixed this mess, got it?" He demanded of the kitten, tail twitching.

With that, he sprinted back to the others. The air was cold and damp, and his breath came out in stammered puffs. Copper eyes flashed in alarm as he saw that Fallah had returned and was already starting to block the hole, with the help of the Big Black Woof as a ladder. His head tilted and he grinned, picking his way along the water's edge. He nabbed a medium rock and crept forward, eyes alert. If another hole appeared, he could quickly go and block it up for her to freeze. Or, y'know, if a crack appeared in her ice.

"Gdd jrb! Keeh p'it uhp!" He woofed through the rock in his teeth, tail wagging wildly as he watched the pair work. It was times like this where he wished he could freeze stuff too. It seemed so useful! All he could do was zap stuff and while it hurt things, it didn't really do much else. Hrm.


RE: Quest: The Strangeness of Cetus (P2) - Black - Jun 09 2015


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Black watched as the lynx bounded toward him again--and winced as, again, it scrambled up his back. This time it used fewer claws, though--or seemed to--and this, at least, was a bit of a relief. The surge of cracking cold came faster this time, like ice dropped snapping into water, and he looked up.

The sound of another creature behind him made him turn back, though--the long, brown creature, a stone in its mouth and a cheerful glint in its eyes, its tail wagging.

Black stared. What is that thing? Why is it wagging its tail? Is it a tiny, tiny dog? And--... Where is the small, white creature?



He lifted his heavy black head to peer down the tunnel, then looked back at Fisher and tilted his head, concern visible in his face, heavily-furrowed brow and all. He gave a brief whine before attempting to speak. Unfortunately, the words--new to him--did not come to him as intended. What he meant to say was something along the lines of, 'where is the white cat,' in terms of location within the rock tunnels. What he actually asked was,

"Rock un-void fur tiny?"


And then he stared at Fisher, as if fully expecting him to understand.

It didn't occur to him to worry about the hissing ice, now, or the strange buzzing or the flare of darkness above. On whether the lynx would be successful in its magic, or whether Fisher's rock would be required--or maybe whether the entire waterfall would break past and sweep them all away. His mind was on the tiny white cat, and whether the creature required his protection.

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