[TCS] A New Leaf: Part II - Printable Version

Bebby was messing with the claw game again, and Nemean threw her head back with a giggle. "Don't bother, that thing's rigged," she told Bebby. She swept down, tossed her drink over her shoulder, and frowned briefly at the fact that Porkchop had taken the cloth that would've totally looked great as a saddle blanket on her new mighty steed. Oh, well; she picked up the dark pink one in its stead and buzzed back to the candy-cat, aiming to flap the cloth out like a bedsheet before laying it across Bebby's back, between her wings. "Nobody's ever supposed to win those," she went on. And she wasn't wrong--despite what should've been a perfect grab of loot, the claw just... let go at the last second, seemingly of its own accord, and came up empty.

Meanwhile, the carnies hastily wrapped the pink orb, leaving the knot loosely looped so that Porkchop could carry it in his mouth, or over his snout. Then they stood back, making way.

"So, mighty steed-wise!" Nemean cried, and clapped her tiny hands together. "I get on your back, and we make a GRAND entrance. I'll do the lights, the sounds, you just gotta strut your stuff, uhh, what's your name?" She attempted to land on Bebby's back, neatly on the cloth.

"Anyway we're going to Cetus. The shithole," she clarified. "Aquarian's smelly swamp. Let's go!" she added, and then, yawning and pointing; "It's, uh. That way!"

As they prepared to leave for Cetus, Fahl was left with a choice, eyeing the fish that swam circles within its bowl. Its confinements smaller than even the shallow ponds of his home Pisces, shining fins collided with the glass walls more often than not. Suspended above ground and far from water, freedom would be more struggle than captivity might be. And more disgusted by the prospect of cooperation with Nemean for however many tunnels than hungry, he couldn't stomach devouring it himself.

"Hey, Imp!" he called out. "Want a snack for the trip?"

Wondering whether he could cook the fish using an easier method than breathing heat directly into the prison it was held in, the iguana drew a deep breath and focused on the surroundings instead of the subject. He suspended a paw over the bowl's opening. Tension building in his jaw, he set the magic loose upon an exhale.

A sharp hiss. Bubbles rolled over a surface that'd once been host to only gentle ripples. Steam hitting him, Fahl jerked his paw away, taken aback by the suddenness of the reaction.

If answered in the affirmative by his teacher, his next words were, "Over here! Got some fish." Otherwise, he'd turn with a shrug to follow after the others, but not before telling the carnies they could have the meal as a treat for their work here.

Good relations. If they weren't entirely beholden to Nemean, it'd do to keep himself in their good graces in case he ever had to come this way again.