Long, Long Ago....

[lifeaftr_mods]

Who: Our intrepid heroes
What: Newt's merry band of volunteer explorers take a stab at examining the ruins from tip to toe.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Mark as you go!


You haven't been wasting too much time at all, have you? With the search parties arranged, four groups set off to cover the ruin grounds- what surprises could await them? What monsters lurk around every corner?

That's up to you to discover, isn't it?

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[story_teller]

So they're doing this, then, are they? The cursory, desultory witty back-and-forth that precludes the inevitable revelation that, in the end, the real progress was the friends they made along the way? Yes, well; an adjustment period is always requisite. Always.

"That would be terribly ill-advised," says the lemur, practically acidic in its high-nosed disapproval. "And after all this trouble I went to, procuring you these hammocks!"

[just_want_normal_knees]

Are you sure about that, Mr. Lemur? Things might be a lot different here!

"Let go of me!" Ruby yelped, snapping her arm away... and bringing out that humongous red and black mechanical scythe that's... having a hard time unfolding. "...what the...? C'mon..."

She gives it a kick, getting Crescent Rose to finally unfold. "There, now, no one's fighting no one else, got it? Besides, like it or not, we're guests."

/BATTLEROLLS IN

[holdmyhand]

From a distance, it's easy to see that things have escalated.

Mainly that giant scythe thing whips out, and a soft yell. It's Guzma-- and of course it is, but...don't judge on appearances. After a quick apology, Luna is out of her small pack and toward the talking lemur crew. There are a lot of things that she knows and doesn't know about these people-- such as she would never have expected Ruby to carry something that big around, but she definitely expects Guzma to lose his cool. Definitely. Absolutely.

"P-please, put that away," she tries toward Ruby, and looks at Guzma warily-- she doesn't know Ruby well enough to understand what kind of temperament she has, but she's got a pretty good idea with Guzma. Pulling her pokemon out at this point probably would only escalate this situation further.

Though, it should be said that she's watching Ruby just a little more-- the weapon is quite distracting, though she doesn't think Ruby would actually hurt someone with it.

She hopes.

Re: /BATTLEROLLS IN

[just_want_normal_knees]

"B-But, he was threatening the creature!" Ruby said, eyes wide as Luna approached her and Guzma. Oh, jeez, she never told Luna about what she had, did she? Now, she felt bad about pulling it out in the first place. "I wasn't going to hurt him, just... toss him away. I'm really good with this! Really!"

Either way, she's going to be shamed into putting it away, fighting with it as its mechanisms are jammed again as it folds back.

[story_teller]

Oh, good. So now they're all doing weapons, and someone else has to sweep in on their collective behalf! The lemur utters what can best be approximated as a world-weary sigh, sitting back on its haunches as the whole kerfuffle dies down.

"Are you quite done?" it says testily, tipping its head to one side. "I can't very well choose who shows up here, you know. You didn't materialize on the island proper, now, did you?"

No; they materialized on the rafts. A very important distinction, you see.

The lemur adds, eyeing off Guzma with the tonal equivalent of a delicately arched brow, "if I could, I might have picked someone with a more refined temperament."

[yallstupid]

GUzma eyes the scythe as it springs open belatedly. He does feel a very faint pang of apprehension, but it's quickly smothered by resentment and a growing, acrid taste in his mouth. She really wants to stick him? So be it, Guzma doesn't fear the Reaper, but he's not going out until he gets his question answered, and the hairball here hasn't given him one he likes just yet.

He's about to tell both of them, human and lemur alike, to choke on glass, but his daring little heroine needs to come to the rescue. He growls softly, eyeing her bitterly, who does she think she is, racing here here like he's a princess in need of saving? What a cheeky little tart, always getting up in other peoples' business like she can't not make it her problem. Troublesome little brat--

"How 'bout you use that big mouth of yours to bite me, fuzzy? Ain't no good for nothing else." Guzma sneers, rudely flipping the lemur off at the same time. Avert ye eyes, children.

[holdmyhand]

Luna stares at him-- at the hand he just threw to the talking lemur, and huffs loudly! Audible huffing!

"C'mon, Guzma," Luna takes a breath in. "It'll be okay." It's not okay, and even Luna knows that this whole situation is questionably not okay, but it's still...

...not worth getting worked up over? Somehow, Guzma doesn't strike her as someone who likes to hear that his temper tantrums aren't wanted right now. But that scythe? Also not wanted. No Plumeria to help him keep his cool. No grunts to help him calm down. It's just Luna-- and hopefully this strange little monkey-looking creature would be able to tell them...something.

[story_teller]

The lemur flicks its long, striped tail.

"Whyever would I do that?" It sounds, for what it is worth, profoundly disgusted as the notion that it would be sinking its razor-sharp little canines into anything of the flesh-based variety. "Are lemurs strictly carnivorous where you come from, sir? Do they acquire a taste for human flesh?"

The answer, of course, is no. Most lemurs are not, typically, eager to bite anyone unless distinctly threatened.

They are not, at the present moment, threatened.