MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
Fritz looked rather petty and insignificant amongst the expansive and ever-growing foliage of Eridanus, and, at this point, he was. Considering he remained weak and grossly inept in the arts of magick, he was but a passing, faceless creature. The only thing really going for him was his flair for seeing patterns and making connections which was the only thing that had ensured his survival thus far. Well that, and the two individuals whom he was currently on a mission to find
Romeo. Fritz was conflicted on whether fate had torn the two friends apart, or if it were the raccoon dog’s own choice. However, he wasn’t really the type to dwell on such negative things, since he found it icky to his mood.
Cayenne. The main reason Fritz found himself searching the mossy cavern was that he faintly recalled that Cayenne hatched here. The last time he saw her was when when his beloved friend had to depart to attend to other duties that did not involve babysitting him. Fritz at the time was more than happy to embrace his newfound independence and endless possibilities of adventure – now, not so much. There was a promise to meet up again, however, and he held onto this promise with hope.
This mission took more effort, and brought him out of his own little world more than he was used to. By this, he had begun to realise that if he wanted to do something, he would have to go out of his comfort zone. When he did have some success, the marmoset was overjoyed. He had spontaneously across a gembound (as seemed the case with most of his meetings) and was prepared to make a new friend. To his dismay, however, when he had briskly questioned the stranger on the whereabouts of ‘Eridai’, or so he called it, the towering fellow-creature merely mumbled the directions and briskly turned his back on Fritz, carrying on through the tunnels. The marmoset complained loudly and tried to keep up, but his fussing fell on hard ears and he found himself unable to convince the creature to associate with him any longer.
Once he had reached Eridanus, he had continued to carry on relentlessly without rest, like he always preferred. He despised the idea of keeping still. Pace relatively steady, only being slowed by thick foliage and tricky climbs, he instinctively went for high ground - the moss ledge - from where he called,
“Romeo?” “Cayenne?” “W-where have ya’ gone?” “I don’t like bein’ on my own anymore.” He hesitated for a second,
“I’ll…I’ll be better, I swear!”
Fritz paused for a second, ears turning and eyes squinting to see if he could discern any signs of his companions. Nothing. Only the fungi, smog and vegetation occupied his senses. This did not vanquish his determination since giving up wasn’t really a part of his psyche. It wasn’t long after he had continued his travels across the trench that the looming figure of The Monarch was very much visible from the point he resided. To a creature such as Fritz, who adored novelty, the sight most certainly caught his interest. Gazing upon its faded outline, he recalled his affiliation with Fungi through his magick and the mention of a great being that resided in Eridanus. Fritz promptly decided that the stories did not do it justice.
Wasting no time, and with his mind and body wearied by his travels, this fascination made him recklessly attempt to grey sense, despite his long history of failures in trying to manage this magick. Surely ah can m-make my own decisions! I’m not ah burden! Removing all priorities he had previously had out of his fatigued mind, Fritz foolishly dared to connect with something he did not truly understand. Due to this mistake, the effect of forcing the grey sense upon himself was almost immediate and easily caught his underdeveloped body off guard. What was once a feeling of focus and awareness suddenly transformed to one of disorientation and his once clear sight of his surroundings gave way to a veil of blur, resulting in the numbing of the very senses he had tried to enhance.
After that, all that Fritz’s body could experience was an overwhelming presence of descending, paired with cold vegetation making contact with his sides until being replaced with the more distinct sensation of hard surface colliding with his body. Shadows and light played on his eyelids and static filled his muscles and bones.
The last thing he remembered from where he had found himself to be, was a familiar face concealed by the surroundings and his own disorientation. Or was it just his imagination…? Too good to be true, certainly. Unfortunately he would not find out for a good while yet, it was decided, as darkness enveloped.
(I’m sorry for the big paragraphs haha, but this is majorly overdue! I hope this is enough to go on for Cayenne, I hope to reunite the characters soon enough~ Till then, all the best ^^)
@Cayenne
