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lifeaftr2017-11-15 11:45 am
onemanstrash) wrote in lifeaftr2017-11-15 11:45 am
[open] Awoo to you too
Who: Keaton and YOU.
What: Scavenging for treasure, sharing what he's found and testing the limits of his beaststone.
When: November 15th
Where: Various. The beach and the Storyteller's Temple early on, the jungle later.
Warnings: None, will add if anything comes up.
Beach
[The fog does nothing to deter Keaton as he sets off this morning, back to the beach once again since the water receded. Ever since the flooding went away he's been venturing down frequently to see what he can find. At first there was plenty of fish flopped out in the sun and other debris but now he's having to look a little harder.
Careful as you walk around the beach on this foggy day, you might well find yourself tripping over a shallow hole in the sand. And there isn't just the one hole, there are many of them dotted around all over the place. What's worse than falling over a hole? Falling over a pile of days old dead fish, rotting plant life and other questionable material. In both cases the owner of the trash pile and the hole digger can be found not too far away, sifting through the sand.]
So what's it gonna be this time, messed up looking fish or sandy buried seaweed... Neither, broken glass! Neat.
[If you can dodge the holes and piles of junk in the fog, come say hi to the guy with two large ears and a tail who seems to be doing his part in cleaning up the beach.]
Temple
[Whether you're on your way out to the rest of the island or heading to the mana pool to return to the islets, before you can get too far you'll be approached by a very excitable wolfskin. His tail is visibly wagging back and forth, his ears twitching occasionally.]
Hey! Hey. Wanna see something cool? Promise you'll never have seen anything like it before. Never ever.
[And for those that might not be stopped by the promises of something cool, Keaton will follow along after them for a short distance with his hands behind his back as though trying to hide something.]
C'mon, you're really just gonna bail like that? Someone doesn't have very good taste.
[If you do indulge the wolfman then expect to see some sort of gross and disgusting treasure Keaton has managed to find, either from home or what he's dug up on the beach.]
Jungle
[Later in the day, a loud howl can be heard coming from somewhere in the jungle. If it's possible for a howl to sound happy then this is definitely a jovial howl, not one of aggression or anything else. Still, a howl cutting through the air on a day like today when there's fog about? Not the most reassuring thing really.
If you're quick to investigate the source of the howling then you might catch sight of a large white creature through the trees for a brief moment. The creature isn't there for long however, soon replaced by Keaton crumpled up on the floor and panting hard. He looks pretty distressed with his tail hanging low and his ears pressed down against his head. Though he tries getting to his feet his limbs feel far too unstable to support him properly, leading to the wolfskin planting face first into the ground.]
What the heck is this?! It's not meant to feel this way. Why isn't it working, and why is it... Guh, this is stupid...
[It's not like he's in any state to go anywhere right now, so Keaton results to grumbling away to himself until he gets enough strength back he can walk off himself. Unless help arrives before then...]
What: Scavenging for treasure, sharing what he's found and testing the limits of his beaststone.
When: November 15th
Where: Various. The beach and the Storyteller's Temple early on, the jungle later.
Warnings: None, will add if anything comes up.
Beach
[The fog does nothing to deter Keaton as he sets off this morning, back to the beach once again since the water receded. Ever since the flooding went away he's been venturing down frequently to see what he can find. At first there was plenty of fish flopped out in the sun and other debris but now he's having to look a little harder.
Careful as you walk around the beach on this foggy day, you might well find yourself tripping over a shallow hole in the sand. And there isn't just the one hole, there are many of them dotted around all over the place. What's worse than falling over a hole? Falling over a pile of days old dead fish, rotting plant life and other questionable material. In both cases the owner of the trash pile and the hole digger can be found not too far away, sifting through the sand.]
So what's it gonna be this time, messed up looking fish or sandy buried seaweed... Neither, broken glass! Neat.
[If you can dodge the holes and piles of junk in the fog, come say hi to the guy with two large ears and a tail who seems to be doing his part in cleaning up the beach.]
Temple
[Whether you're on your way out to the rest of the island or heading to the mana pool to return to the islets, before you can get too far you'll be approached by a very excitable wolfskin. His tail is visibly wagging back and forth, his ears twitching occasionally.]
Hey! Hey. Wanna see something cool? Promise you'll never have seen anything like it before. Never ever.
[And for those that might not be stopped by the promises of something cool, Keaton will follow along after them for a short distance with his hands behind his back as though trying to hide something.]
C'mon, you're really just gonna bail like that? Someone doesn't have very good taste.
[If you do indulge the wolfman then expect to see some sort of gross and disgusting treasure Keaton has managed to find, either from home or what he's dug up on the beach.]
Jungle
[Later in the day, a loud howl can be heard coming from somewhere in the jungle. If it's possible for a howl to sound happy then this is definitely a jovial howl, not one of aggression or anything else. Still, a howl cutting through the air on a day like today when there's fog about? Not the most reassuring thing really.
If you're quick to investigate the source of the howling then you might catch sight of a large white creature through the trees for a brief moment. The creature isn't there for long however, soon replaced by Keaton crumpled up on the floor and panting hard. He looks pretty distressed with his tail hanging low and his ears pressed down against his head. Though he tries getting to his feet his limbs feel far too unstable to support him properly, leading to the wolfskin planting face first into the ground.]
What the heck is this?! It's not meant to feel this way. Why isn't it working, and why is it... Guh, this is stupid...
[It's not like he's in any state to go anywhere right now, so Keaton results to grumbling away to himself until he gets enough strength back he can walk off himself. Unless help arrives before then...]
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[Just a reminder, but he does pump his fists, getting back into this.]
Okay, here we go!
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[It's not long into the hole filling that Keaton is horribly distracted by something however, so there's not a lot going happening on his side of the beach. Heck he isn't even going to hide what he's doing right now.]
Hey Mickey, over here! Come take a look at this, real quick. Promise.
[What does he want Mickey to look at? Why a lovely shellfish in a very intricate looking shell of course. Except the shell is covered in seaweed. And in that seaweed are shards of broken glass and splinters of driftwood. It's beautiful.]
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... What is he looking at?]
Hey, be careful, we don't want you gettin' cut!
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I'm not gonna cut myself, relax! I've got this.
[He lifts up one of his gloved hands and wiggles his fingers. The sharpest of treasures don't pose a threat to him with these on!
The poor shellfish ends up going for a ride as Keaton lifts the whole shell up, seaweed and all. The wood splinters and glass knock together slightly, making a faint jingling sound as Keaton waves the seaweed around.]
Heh heh, it's like a wind chime or something. This is quality right here.
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That's not a half-bad find, Keaton. You must really have an eye for that kinda stuff.
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[The lovely "wind chime" gets placed back in the hole for now as he reaches out to put the same hand on Mickey's shoulder. Ignore how it smells undeniably of a smell best described as "low tide in the hot sun".]
My eyes were made for finding treasures like this. Eyes and nose! Heck if there are any treasures that make a noise I'll be hearing them too. [He is a treasure finding machine. Or a good dog. Take your pick.]
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Is that so? Then we're really lucky to have you here with us!
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You said it! Who else would be able to dig up this kinda thing? I'll give you a sec to think about it, see if you can think of anyone.
[And he will literally stare at Mickey and see if he can think of anyone. This is how confident he is!!]
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Gee... uh... no one "exactly" as talented as you comes to mind...
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[AIN'T NOT PET DOGS GOT NOTHIN ON HIM]
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