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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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"Egh, that was the best find? It smells rancid." Gods, he hoped he could scrub that out later. This smell would not attract the ladies, and he was trying to keep at least halfway decent. As he pushed himself back to his feet and turned his nose away from the odor coming from his own top, he offered an apology. "Sorry about that. There's never been any holes around this beach before..."
How did those get there? He hadn't quite had enough time to really register what Keaton had been doing before he arrived.
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Which should put all the blame on Keaton really, since he was the one who dug the hole that caused Prompto to fall into him... But no. Keaton stands up, brushing parts of fish from his shirt before pointing at Prompto.
"I mean, I dug the hole. You fell on top of me. That's all square to me. But you also squished that fish I was gonna keep sooo..." He looks at Prompto expectantly. Where is he going to get another rancid fish just like that, huh?
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What was this guy looking at him for? He didn't really expect...?
"Dude," he smiled awkwardly, "I think I might have just saved you from a serious case of the backdoor trots if you were gonna eat that."
So they were even, right?
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"I wasn't gonna eat it." ... "Y'know, not just because my stomach, butt and everything else would hate me for it. That was treasure."
It's clear Prompto isn't going to catch on. Thankfully Keaton is all far too willing to help set things straight and reveal just what was so important about that fish.
"Picture it. A fish missing some of its scales. One eye is missing, or it's pushed in, I dunno-- Anyway, you can see the outline of its bone and everything. And the smell? Is so fine."
This time along with staring he motions to Prompto with a hand, expecting full agreement on the fact this rotting, dead fish was something special.
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"That's not even big enough to be a trophy. If you wanna good fish, you should talk to my buddy, Noct." He spread his hands out. "He's caught some monsters this big."
Beyond fishing bragging rights, he didn't see any reason to keep a disgusting, dead, smelly fish.