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On Floating Bodies - Archimedes - Oct 10 2018 The rats came and went. It was dark; it was damp; the mist drifted outside, limiting visibility. But within the colony's nest--hidden away among the stony Crags of Cetus--it was warm, and relatively dry. A scraggly young male, damp and smelling of mud, scrambled in. He had a tiny drop of amethyst on one side of his head, and as he sat up and set about cleaning his whiskers, his claws clicked over it. A female, no gem visible on her body, pushed past him to sniff at the exit. To one side, a pair of smaller, younger rats tussled, one with a cluster of topaz along his back and flank--making him stiff in turning--and the other with a spike of some sort of silver-white, translucent gem sticking pointedly from his right foreleg. An older rat stuck her head from the nest, whiskers quivering as she sniffed at the night air; she drew back, after a moment, satisfied that all was well. The much larger, black rats of Cetus--the ones with red eyes and long, wicked fangs--drove out the smaller brown rats wherever possible, and there were always predators lurking: Greater Gembound (though the rats were unaware of this) who hunted them and killed them. There was always danger; the rats were always on alert. A very young rat--a male, with a small cluster of jagged, muddy brown gem at his left haunch--crept up along the tunnels. He had the wide-eyed, hesitant manner of the newly-hatched--he had only just fallen from his chrysalis, and the other rats, the nest, and the world at large were all new to him. He froze, one forepaw in the air and his head quickly tilting back, as the two older juveniles came to sniff him. "No bite," the baby rat said, fearful but insistent. One of the juveniles leapt back; the other sniffed at him, blinking more intently. "No bite," the baby rat repeated, and now several of the rats were sniffing his way. None of them responded, only skittering about in the nest. The baby rat moved away, afraid, unsure of the others' intentions--they didn't seem hostile, exactly, but they also seemed to ignore him somewhat strangely. For a time he fidgeted, alone in the corner, so that the rats--their instincts suggesting that the loner must be ill--left him alone. He did grow lonely, but the first rat he approached, the older female, at once bit him and drove him back, for she had her own young one to care for and he was a stranger to her. He cried for mercy--"Stop! Why?! No! Please!"--but she drove him on, ignoring his pleading. He hid, again, and he only emerged hours later, driven by the sharp pangs of hunger that had been gradually growing in his belly. He could find nothing, and he began to ask the others, with what few words he innately knew. "Food? Hungry. Please?" But not one of them answered him. The rat in the nest lay miserably alone, hungry, thirsty, and--despite the dozens all around him--entirely alone. RE: On Floating Bodies - Previous Game Master Norvilion - Oct 16 2018
From behind the strange talking rat another figure appeared, like him seeking shelter from the elements. A beetle that, while smaller than the adult rats, absolutely dwarfed the child in size. It's armored body was black as the shadows themselves, but a mesmerizing orange glow radiated from neon patterns across its form.
The rats in the nest slinked away as it moved, but did not panic. They seemed to instinctually understand that this while this was a threat it wasn't nearly dangerous enough to abandon the relative safety of this place. Ignore it and it might go away. RE: On Floating Bodies - Archimedes - Oct 16 2018 The little rat leapt near out of his own skin as something brushed up against him from behind. He sprang away, eyes wide, scurrying against the cave wall. The beetle trundled on past, and Archimedes' startled, frightened gaze watched its glowing orange spots trundle past and fade into the deeper darkness further in the nest. He began to settle back down once he realized that the others were avoiding it, disregarding it. He realized belatedly that it might have been food--but some stirring wisdom in him warned him softly against chasing this one down, and eating it. Perhaps it was a logical conclusion drawn from seeing the other rats in his nest avoid it--or perhaps it was some long-forgotten instinct warning him against brightly-colored beetles. Whatever the case, he soon after felt himself going oddly numb along his left haunch and side. Where the beetle had brushed him. Frightened further, weary, hungry and disturbed, he crept back deeper into the rats' nest--totally hidden, along with the rest, deep inside the crevice. He settled himself here miserably again, but now--rather than rest fitfully--all he could do was worry about this new issue. At length he tried to plead for help from another rat that passed him down the hall, one about his age. His voice was very, very soft, a mere whisper even among the rodents. "Excuse me-..?" he tried. The rat jumped a little, stared at him sidelong, then hurried on without a word. Archimedes lifted a paw, as if to follow--and stumbled. Oh, this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. RE: On Floating Bodies - Vladis - Oct 17 2018
The plan had been a simple one; travel from Canis through Tunnel K to Orion, then through Tunnel I to Polaris. The goal was to simply look around, see if there’s some nice food, some pretty treasures, and then head back to the den. All very much simple. And indeed, the plan had gone rather smoothly… at first. RE: On Floating Bodies - Archimedes - Oct 17 2018 Archimedes, after some hours of shivering numbness and fearful misery, ignored by his comrades bar an occasional cursory sniff or show of teeth, had eventually crept his way again to the entrance of the den. His stomach still gnawed at him, and he lay in a state of deeply-stressed indecisiveness. Some part of him felt that maybe, just maybe, food lay outside the den--it was why the others were coming and going, after all, and those that returned did smell well-fed. Yet when he peered outside, the world was massive. Impossibly vast, pitch black and full of mist, damp and cold and full of strong smells. Those odors ranged from "overpowering" to "fascinating," but Archimedes had no idea what lay beyond. Several times he tried to question those going in and out, but was again ignored, or pushed aside. It was so strange; the others didn't seem hostile, as such, but deliberately ignored him. Is something wrong with me..? Do they want me gone? Is this all some terrible trick? There must be something wrong with me. Hungry beyond measure he lay there, only his head and forepaws barely-visible at the entrance to the nest nestled in the stone. Whiskers quivered, nose worked, bright eyes stared about, but he just could not bring himself to leave. The hunger wasn't that bad, yet--not enough to overpower the fear. He did, however, continue to call out to each rat that he saw pass, or approach, his young voice less hopeful with every attempt. "Hello?" "Is there food?" "Excuse me--I have question?" "I'm sorry--why no one talking to me?" @Vladis RE: On Floating Bodies - Vladis - Oct 30 2018
Vladis originally found himself curled up on the ground for a nap. The earth of Cetus was damp and the air muckier than he was use to, but he’d try to make due. But sleep did not come easily despite the yawn he could finally give. He tossed first one way, then another, before lying on his back in contempt. Ears flattened with a soft growl of annoyance. RE: On Floating Bodies - Archimedes - Oct 30 2018 Archimedes' head came off his forepaws once more as another rat approached. This time, though, he paused, blinking and staring, whiskers quivering. The other rat was bigger than many here--and grayer, a somewhat shaggier rat whose entire shape and color didn't quite seem to fit with his own colony. Her odor, as it wafted to him, was something alien as well--something larger, hotter, though he couldn't at all justify this thought or even explain it to himself. How did something smell larger, or hotter?! Before his mind could get too lost in this, however, the other rat spoke. Archimedes stumbled back and up, his little heart racing and his dark eyes springing wide. "Hurt you?! I won't hurt you?" he cried, alarmed. His words were clumsy, one tumbling over the other in their unfamiliarity. He hesitated, still in the mouth of his nest, and then leaned out to sniff. Is it injured, maybe? Did something make it look different? A brief and frantic inspection netted him nothing--there were no wounds that he could see, no smell of blood or the like, though his experience with such things was nil. Only instinct guided him, there, and he found himself at a loss, wondering worriedly if there were wounds that wouldn't drip blood, if there might be damage that he couldn't see or sense. A few scrambled steps and he was toppling from the nest to crawl toward Ratty, whiskers working and expression concerned. He kept a safe distance, pausing with a forepaw trembling in the air, his pulse still quite rapid. His head swam with it all. A new world, one that ignored him--and then a dark stranger, coming from the mist, calling out as if wounded--but smelling of strange beast. What was all of this? @Vladis RE: On Floating Bodies - Vladis - Nov 06 2018
RE: On Floating Bodies - Archimedes - Nov 06 2018 The rat pup leapt back with an alarmed squeak as the other lunged. What was this?! What was it doing? The "don't hurt me" was eerie enough but it seemed almost to be a trick as the Echoing Gray scooted rapidly closer. The already-wary Archimedes, smaller but apparently quicker, at least for now, skittered back. A half-glance behind him showed that the other rats were hiding--perhaps afraid of the larger gray rodent. He looks back to Ratty warily, now keeping a healthy distance from her. "What do you want? Can you help? What are you doing?" His whiskers trembled, dark eyes wide. Everything was terrible, really. His colony ignored him, the world was dark and murky and this rat, the only stranger he'd thus far met who'd speak to him, merely spoke terrifying nonsense before leaping at him. Was it a lure..? Did it even understand what it was saying? Perhaps it was a predator that only looked like a rat, and that's why it looked-... off? Maybe it lured others closer with sweet, nonsensical words, and then ate them up! Horrifying images tore through Archimedes' mind, thoughts of what Ratty might look like in her true and terrible form! Five feet tall, dripping with blood, with seventeen fangs--at least! He cowered back, staring and quivering, unwilling to draw closer. I'll just react IC! So far he's like NOOOPE @Vladis RE: On Floating Bodies - Vladis - Nov 07 2018
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