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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 7 2017, 11:17 AM Post #16 |
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"Whoa man, not cool. I'm sure she has feelings too," a voice sounded through the tall grass as a human hand came from the wild and lush green to stroke the body of the dinosaur. For a moment the beast stiffened, its eyes filled with hostility, but a moment longer and it seemingly became complacement with where it stood within the universe, happy to allow bygones be bygones with not only the hand, but also Morose and his troupe. "There, now neither of you has to eat one another," the voice would acknowledge, clearly satisfied with a job well done. From the grass appeared an odd sight indeed. Wearing a waist-length tie-dye shirt was a buxom blonde lady, whose long hair was braided in various place with flowers placed within them. Atop her head was a small crown of daises, her hair parted along her forehead to reveal a soft and kind expression. A flowing skirt fell down along her legs, whilst her feet were covered in handmade sandals. Around the neck of the lady was a large, peace sign medallion and strapped to her back was a sword greater in size than she was, which was held within a sheath. Surrounding this woman was air of calm and peace as she gave the denizens of earth a chill smile. "Seems we can all be groovy now, huh?" Edited by Dusk, Jun 7 2017, 11:23 PM.
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| Novama | Jun 8 2017, 09:44 PM Post #17 |
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Morose Morose in hot weather Jungle Ambience Jungle View Morose's body had tensed up like a spring ready to strike, but stopped suddenly, nearly stumbling over himself when the woman appeared and calmed the seen. Morose had noticed her come and had turned to looked from the direction she appeared from, but apparently the youth was not prepared for the sight he now beheld. "What the ****" He mouthed to himself staring dumbfounded at the woman. Morose was visibly confused and blinked his eyes a few times as if clearing them. Coming back to his senses, his eyes took on a more stern and focused looked as they looked to either side of the woman and the dinosaur. Other dinosaurs were visible and they were moving in on the area. Morose was about to move again until it was obvious there was no need. Any creature that moved close to the first armored beast or the woman also seemed to become docile. Morose shivered. His knives were not needed and disappeared back up his sleeves in a blink. Some of the men with Morose were close enough to note the situation and were visibly impressed. One even clapped his hands like an idiot as if we was watching a circus performance. "Stop it. You're embarrassing yourself." Morose hissed to the man who reluctantly curbed his enthusiasm. Morose took this opportunity to turn back to the woman and cautiously step as close as he dared. This still left him some meters off and hopefully out of immediate reach of that massive blade on the woman's back. "I'm Morose. Who are you?...and what do you want?" The chef was quick to get business underway. Morose had been made aware of how dangerous the island was and the scene before him didn't make sense. It seemed like his hands did not know what to do with themselves as they clenched and relaxed over and over, but his eyes were focused and watchful of the woman and assumed reply. Morose's men, meanwhile, started to stand around curiously. Some eyed the seemingly docile dinosaurs with a certain hunger. Only two remained harvesting who were too preoccupied to notice what was going on. Jungle Hut The wild woman continued moving about her hut as if Salas had not spoke. This went on for a minute before she finally brushed passed the shaman. Salas would get no sense of hostility anymore than if a leave or breeze brushed past his skin. Seeming content with her preparations, the woman knelt down before the volcano models, closed her eyes, and raised her hands to the ceiling. "It's too late" She whispered so low almost no one could here. Before anyone in the hunt could say or ask more... *EEEEEeeeerrrrrrrrrPfffuuuuUUU!* A fast heavy object was heard streaking through the sky before smashing into the ground outside. The ground beneath their feet shook slightly. This then repeated as another object smashed into the ground. And then again and again with briefer intervals between for the next several seconds. The men with Salas cowered inside confused and some visibly scared. It felt like at any moment one of those things might hit the hut. However, none did and without warning they commotion stopped and all was still and quiet. The woman lowered her arms and prostrated herself before the volcanoes before finally standing to address Salas and the men cowering in the hut. "The great speakers of the world have seen fit to let us live another day and gift us with their fire." Studious Girl For the moment, Kid and the girl appeared to be in the clear as the dinosaurs chasing them no longer seemed to be in pursuit. However, the girl kept running. Looking back once or twice and seeing Kid, she did not slow down. However, whatever emotions fueled her pace exhausted her and soon she slowed to a stop where she doubled over breathing hard and sweating profusely in the humid climate. "I knew you were not normal, but to think you could survive getting bitten by a raptor. You are truly frightening." She whispered while catching her breath. Her tone seemed to suggest a relenting attitude like one of acceptance. In the distance, an audible thundering could be heard and in some cases felt. Looking up, Kid might notice several red streaks shooting through the sky from a smoking mountaintop further down the coast. A few pattered the ground nearby, but nowhere overtly threatening for the moment. The rock shower seemed to stir the beasts and creatures into motion though as several types went on the move as if to escape. It was then several massive bugs as large as Kid's forearms rose up and slowly buzzed past. The girl gradually catching her breath looked up to notice the spectacle and her eyes lit up with excitement. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Jun 9 2017, 07:45 PM Post #18 |
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Salas was concerned when the rumbling of falling stone rang through the hut but managed to maintain his composure better than the others. He stood alert and ready to move quickly should the shelter be destroyed, but the circumstances ended up not necessitating such a reaction in the end as the shower of rock ended as suddenly as it began and the woman who had sheltered them praised the "speakers" for their mercy. The Shaman remembered what it was like to have such devotion to a deity, but things became much more complicated when one's god lives inside of them and one finds that they disagree on how the mortal vessel should be used. He missed the simplicity of believing in benevolent forces contributing to his continued success, but he thought it wise not to dwell on such things for the time. "Speakers of the World? Gifts of Fire? You will pardon Salasais for his ignorance, but your gods are foreign to Us. Do your speakers have names? Does the world have any softer voices with which Salasais may speak? There are things We wish to learn from this world, but Our spirit is weak at this time." In his bombardment of questions, Salas had neglected to inquire after the name of their gracious host, a fact he remembered moments later as he was thinking about going to see how the others outside had fared. "Excuse Our rudeness, but We must go and see if Our other friends survived the 'gift' before we speak further. Then perhaps We may be introduced..." With a gracious bow, Salas exited the hut, leaving the two that followed him to decide whether or not to follow, and moved toward where he remembered the gathering party to be, a look of concern clear on his face. His apprehension increased considerably as he emerged, perhaps somewhat hastily, from the brush where the stranger and the gathering party met; his attention moving to the colossal sword, the pacified dinosaurs, and scanning the expressions of the crew in that order. It seemed there wasn't an immediate threat but instead an almost unnatural lack of tension in the way the stranger carried herself. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 10 2017, 02:36 AM Post #19 |
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It wasn’t too much of a challenge for Kid to keep up with the girl, his speed still remaining above hers despite her urgency. It appeared she tired quicker than him too, as after not too long she had to stop, her hands on her legs and her breathing heavy. He could understand it with the overly warm climate, made significantly worse by the flaming rocks landing every now and then. Unsure how to act, the teen simply remained nearby to the girl if she perhaps needed help, his still red face not helped by the aforementioned heat. “U-uh…” He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about what the girl had said. Raptor? Not normal? That was just… Mean, but… True. Frightening though? He felt his heart sink a little bit, brought down by the fact that a girl who hardly knew him was scared of him. He supposed it was only inevitable but even then… No, for now he needed to focus on what else she’d said. Raptor. Weren’t those the prehistoric lizards which he’d heard about? Wait… So. His nails dug into the skin of his cheek as he scraped down them, thinking and focusing. “You mean like… Velociraptor kind of raptor?” It could explain why they seemed so similar to lizards, and also their weird body shapes. He sighed to himself slightly, looking down at his arm which was already beginning to heal. Only a trickle or two had landed on his shirt which he was thankful about. This was some of the only clean clothing he had left after all, and he didn’t feel like walking around without a shirt on. As he looked down at his arm, he heard movement, his eyes darting up to observe what was going on. A shiver ran down his spine as he noticed huge bugs begin to move, slowly moving up into the air with a loud buzzing noise. He stepped back slightly, his fears becoming a reality slowly. His focused remained on them, however occasionally they strayed to nearby leaves or branches, more than aware that this place would be bug infested. “I-is there… Anywhere to… Uh, hide. From the… Raptors, and things…” More on edge than ever, the teen questioned the girl about hiding, not wanting to show he was pretty spooked by the bugs. The raptor’s weren’t majorly bothersome to him, although if they were any larger than the last one he’d dealt with he was aware that he’d probably be seeing the inside of a creatures mouth more than he wanted to. His finger began to scrape at the side of his thumb now to try and comfort himself, his head spinning a little bit. In the fear he didn’t even realise he was dropping some of his tools on the floor. He seriously needed to get over his silly fears, but they just creeped him out too much. Trying to control his breathing he moved back towards the girl slightly, keeping at least some distance and remaining quiet. He didn’t even know her name, but felt too awkward to ask or say his first. Introductions weren’t his thing. Edited by Gigasheep, Jun 10 2017, 02:36 AM.
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 12 2017, 02:47 PM Post #20 |
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Rather than replying to the cautious man who led the band of travellers, Chroma simply let out a wistful sigh as she fell to the ground, her legs intertwining as she sat cross legged on the ground. Her blonde hair shook as she fell, flower petals falling from within her hair as if by some groovy magic. "You should relax, man," she insisted, holding up her hands to reveal that she was defenseless, despite the massive sword strapped to her back saying otherwise. "You guys are on Little Garden for a reason right? So am I, the universe brought me after it tugged my ship's sails. I have this friend here, I haven't seen her in a while and I doubt she's seen anyone else in longer," the woman explained without being prompted to, her eyes no longer focusing on the group, instead she twirled her finger around a blade of grass before plucking it, rubbing it between her finger and thumb. "I wonder what Mother Nature has in store for me meeting her... or with you all," she smiled, finally looking up at Morose and his men. "I don't suppose you've seen Jane, have you? No worries if you haven't, man," she nodded wistfully. "My name is Chroma, by the way," she stated, placing both hands together in a prayer-like greeting.
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| Novama | Jun 12 2017, 08:30 PM Post #21 |
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Morose Morose in hot weather Jungle Ambience Jungle View Morose stared in silence for a long moment. His expression incredulous. His posture off kilter. He lent Chroma his ear as if expecting more. When nothing came, he reeled back, straightened himself up and softened his stare to a puzzled examination. He turned to the freedom pirates that were present inquisitively. Those that bothered to looked back also seemed confused as to what was going on. Those that couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him simply stared at Chroma with a look akin to hunger. Morose sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead in consternation. It was warm and very humid in the jungle, but despite all that, Morose genuinely started to sweat only then. Salasais's sudden appearance prompted Morose to look up, with a somewhat relieved expression before calling out, "Captain, this...lady...named Chroma, was kind enough to resolve a dangerous situation for us. She seems to be looking for some person named Jane. Perhaps you may have heard or seen...anything that could help her." Morose faltered in a few places. Seemed he was still not quite sure what to make of the situation, but it was clear he was passing the baton to Salas. He did not frequently refer to Salas as the captain directly, but it sounded like Morose was making a point that the shaman was the one in charge for the benefit of the stranger. The spotlight now turned to Salas for the moment, Morose chose to back away quietly. The unknown could be a dangerous thing. Morose started grumbling under his breath about no turtle soup. Going to the 2 men that had yet to realize what was going on with the rest of the group, Morose quietly urged them to follow him away from the scene. He also forcefully lowered there arms when they cheerily tried to show him some of the tiny dinosaurs they caught for food. Morose didn't dare look back, his skin suddenly became bumpy with a chill not explained by the temperature. The other men waited on Salas's reply or openly gawked at Chroma. The big weapon she carried not seeming to clue them in as to how much stronger than them she was probably. Studious Girl The girl had a pad of paper out and pencil from what she managed to carry despite all the running. She scribbled away taking notes and sketches as the bugs and creatures scurried past to flee the show of flaming rocks that had happened far behind them. When the excitement died down, she started, suddenly looking at Kidd anew as if she forgot he was there. "Oh, um...uh..you were asking about a....hiding? Well, I'm not sure about all that, but there is a place I need to get to. I'll be safer there." The girl then started looking around and flipping through pages in her notebook. She seemed to be comparing what was written within to whatever was around them. "That we, we should go that way.....no...that way, I'm sure of it. Definitely that way...I think.." She said the last in a small voice, but he started walking in the direction she indicated regardless. Overhead, a massive tree loomed over them. It had caught fire during the shower and now slowly burned overhead. Despite everything being burnable, the tree was too saturated and the air to humid for it to burn well. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Jun 13 2017, 08:02 PM Post #22 |
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Salasais was at something of a loss, he had come to see whether or not his crew survived the fiery boulders falling from the sky and found them talking to a conspicuously serene lady carrying a massive weapon in bold contrast to the peaceful expression on her face and flower petals drifting through the air around her. The fact that she could afford to be so completely carefree in a place as savage and unforgiving as this was what put the Shaman most on edge about her. Then the responsibility of dealing with her was shifted to him with the simple word of "captain" and Salas nearly cringed at the mentioning of it. "We are shocked to be seeing so many other people on this island. Salas has not heard of anyone by that name here, but there is a woman who appears to live nearby that offered some small shelter from the burning shower of rock. We did not learn her name yet in our haste to see to the safety of our people, but she may at least know where to look for the 'jane' you seek." He did not know who this Chroma was, nor her intentions, but as Captain he had a responsibility to make sure that he did what he could to avoid having to deal with any potential hostilities from this stranger. He had to confess he envied the woman's palpable peace of mind, though, as his burdens of guilt and responsibility made such serenity seem impossibly far from his reach, it wouldn't be a question he could easily let go. "If we may ask, Chroma, how is it that you are so at ease in this unforgiving place? We have only just arrived and this land has shown a fierceness that is not to be taken lightly but you have the air of one who knows no danger and that is strange to Us." Shooting the slightest of glances toward Morose to try and get a feel for what was happening, The Shaman did not keep the stranger out of his sight. Whether she took the tip and went to the hut as well or not, he would make his way back to it to rejoin his men and pick up where he left off with the hut's resident. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 14 2017, 09:04 AM Post #23 |
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The teen watched as the girl pulled out a notepad, taking detailed sketches and notes about what she was seeing. Kid watched with interest for a while, if only to keep his mind distracted from the bugs which he was currently trying to avoid like his life depended on it, a thin layer of sweet sweat forming on his skin. Typical, it wasn’t the heat but his nervousness and fears which led him to sweating. Eventually the bugs seemed to clear, and the girl seemed to look up finally. “S-sure” He nodded, unsure if she had any clue what she was going on about. Her knowledge seemed at least sort of there when it came to animals and the wildlife, but as soon as the idea of anything normal was present she forgot everything. He supposed that was normal with a lot of clever people, they lacked a certain level of common sense, but he knew it wasn’t all that bad. As if to reinforce his point though, she soon began looking about a little confused, pointing one way and then the other to try and figure out where to go. Nodding again, he remained still for a while before eventually walking in the direction she took. He was pretty sure it was in a different direction to where he’d come from, so that was at least a start. Plus if he was going to explore this island it’d be worth a local showing him around, not that this girl was a local. She appeared just as new to this place as him, excluding perhaps the fact she had somewhere safe to return to at the very least. Perhaps some rocks to hide under or something. As they continued, he noticed a burning tree up ahead, the fire slowly but surely disappearing if only due to the humidity, or at least that’s what Kid assumed it was down to. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 18 2017, 02:50 PM Post #24 |
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As the moss covered man arrived on the seen, Chroma raised her hand, raising both her index and middle finger in a peace sign as she smiled at him. "You look totally in tune with nature, dude," she nodded, appreciating the aesthetic that she thought Salasais had taken on. His colours blended together to form a naturistic vibe, whereas his crew mate was a stark contrast, his blonde hair and clothing suggested a radical personality, someone who cut through the mold. That too was groovy, man. As Salasais began to explain the situation and his findings of another woman, Chroma began to look visibly excited, her mouth opening wide to form a fantastic grin that radiated a positive energy. She raised her head to pet the dinosaur next to her, who also looked happy, feeling the good vibes that came from her. "A little cooky? That's Jane alright," she nodded, giving the dinosaur a final stroke before getting back up, allowing the beast to retreat into the wild grass, Chroma giving it a small wave goodbye. What caught the blonde woman's attention was Salasais' questioning. She titled her head as she listened, studying the man. Chroma had met an innumerable amount of people along her travels, having became friends with the kindest souls and done battle with the harshest. Throughout this time, she had picked up the ability to read their souls by staring into their eyes. For Salasais, he would find that the woman's gaze bore into his, watching every detail. "Moss man," she began, giving a soft smile to Salasais. "And to your weary friend," she added, referring to Morose. "The world's nature is forgiving, this island is the same. You have to let yourself become one with your surroundings if you want them to accept you," she explained, gesturing with her hands to the nature surrounding her. "Don't become a destructive force, you need to be apart of it to interact," she continued, running her hands along the grass, taking some of the mooks hands as she guided them around, attempting to show them to touch things gently to open yourself up, rather than to grab and push. "I don't know you or your journey, but with time, you'll understand how to open yourself up," Chroma smiled, attempting to place a hand over Salasais' heart. She would then follow the group to where her friend resided once they were ready. |
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| Novama | Jun 19 2017, 03:57 PM Post #25 |
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Morose Morose in hot weather Jungle Ambience Jungle View Morose did not immediately look toward the group's direction as they left the area behind him, but after a few minutes passed, he was more apparent with his watchfulness. He peered into the direction they had gone with inquisitive eyes that did not falter or become easily distracted. The effects of Chroma's presence had not yet worn off on Morose. He was still very visibly focused and concerned looking as he craned his neck to get a better view in the direction they went. The chef eventually concluded his inspection and audibly sighed before turning back to the gathering with the couple others who remained. While the 2 crew who remained with Morose continued as instructed, they were curious about what Morose and the others had encountered. Morose was not overly descriptive and he purposefully left the description of the woman vague. Morose's scrutinizing gaze passed over the men before he nodded to himself. He had made the right decision. The men were not overly interested in what else was going on and continued their work along with Morose. After some minutes, they and Morose had gathered up sufficient supplies for the evening and morning so the crew would not have to rely on rations. Morose was already checking over some of the produce with several different cooking ideas getting mumbled out loud as he passed. Morose paused his musing for a moment to look back in the direction the others had gone with Salas. It was only another moment before Morose turned to the direction of the Freedom Ship and set off with the other men for home while carrying large bags filled with food items. Morose and the others had to take their time as they passed through the jungle while Morose was exceptionally vigilant this time around as he looked around. The bags they carried would likely draw wildlife. Without the ability to quickly get away due to thick vegetation, Morose was especially jumpy when it came to sudden rustling sounds or perceived movement. The chef intended to defend his haul. That's when the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. As they neared the beach, the gray clouds of an encroaching storm became visible. Morose encouraged the men to pick up the pace as it looked like the afternoon light would soon be cut short. Jungle Hut Jane was outside her home directing efforts to relocate several of the massive chunks of stone that had been delivered via volcano earlier. While some of the Freedom Crew did as directed, some simply stood around gawking at the woman and her 'pets'. From the jungle, several dinosaurs of varying shapes and sizes emerged, seemingly at her calling, They allowed her, and the pirates at her command, to tie weaves of vine around them and the stones to have them hauled off. However, Jane was quick to direct the men to carry ones that could be managed by the brawnier of their number. She drove them and the beasts as though there was a deadline to meet while occasionally pausing for a moment to herself where she mumbled, raised hands, and seemed to read some unseen pattern before continuing on. It was during the latter end of this activity, that Chroma, Salas, and company would return to the druid's hut and the handful of pirates that had been left behind. Jane straightened from one of the stones she carried to look in their direction. She blinked as if trying harder to see something indistinct. While her face was shrouded in the shadow of her hood, her words sounded pleased and more casual. "Greetings. You have returned.....and just in time. These gifts from the speakers must be relocated. The next voice comes.." Just then more thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance. Dark clouds were moving in and would soon encroach upon the sunlight. Studious Girl With the rumbling of thunder, the girl leading Kidd hurried her pace. Although her destination was a mystery and her way of getting there may have circled and doubled back on itself once or twice, they eventually came into view of the goal: an encampment. While she rushed on ahead as best she could, although fatigued, Kid would be able to take in the encampment for a moment. It was actively patrolled by several navy men dressed in standard uniform and armed with rifles and sword. The camp looked large enough to support a few dozen at least. While the density of the jungle may have made it difficult to discern, a few more studious types like the girl were visible as well. Despite the marine presence, this did not look like a military outpost. More rumbles coming from overhead would let Kid know that he would soon need to find shelter. The wind blowing through the trees started to pick up and animals started the openly scurry as before. The girl was stopped at one of 2 entrances to the walled encampment. The wall seemed to be quickly built of impermanent materials and only came up to about 10 feet high. At the entrance, a few marines stationed there appeared to be inspecting the girl and asking her questions. The girl looked relieved and was eventually allowed in. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Jun 20 2017, 07:04 PM Post #26 |
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Chroma's compliment to his aesthetic didn't quite have the intended effect on Salasais as it reminded him of the dissonance he had been experiencing with the spirits of nature, or perhaps with -his- nature in particular. It had really become hard to tell and was far from pleasant to think about. "Good of you to say, though it has been some time since Salas has felt 'in tune' with Our nature." He didn't know why he had spoken so truthfully to someone he didn't know well, he had to attribute it to the strangely calming aura she gave out. It'd be a dangerous weapon if she had the inclination to use it as such, but that gave him questions as to whether it was just a facet of her personality or some kind of supernatural ability. That question would go unasked, however, as he turned his focus again to the matter at hand. By uncanny coincidence, the person he had just met and the person Chroma was looking for were one and the same. Hard to say how likely that would have been given the sparse population on this island, but it was convenient at least. It meant that maybe he would be able to get some answers about what this place was like. Speaking of answers, he again gave the strange woman his attention as she responded to the questions he had given and stared into his soul. It was a somewhat uncomfortable experience, being looked into like that. The feeling that he couldn't keep secrets from this stranger's eyes was almost torturous. Such a voice for peace would see his guilt and destroy him with her mighty blade for his crimes against humanity, or at least that was what he expected. The truth of her response was jarringly different from the judgment he anticipated, speaking of the world's forgiving nature and how to bond with it. It made him wonder if she had really seen who he was. When she reached out to touch him, the Shaman recoiled back a bit to avoid contact. He wasn't sure what he was afraid of, but he was not comfortable with being touched. "Pain is not easily forgotten, whether given or received." He could feel his emotions straining to spill out on this woman, but reigned them in and gave a simple, cryptic answer. Salas wanted to jump whole-heartedly into the peace Chroma was selling, but his more hardened survival instincts wouldn't give in so easily as he always suspected that something would strike at any opening he gave. She said it would take time to open up and she couldn't be more right about that. Arriving at the hut once again, Salasais was met with another odd sight. The volcanic rocks were being hauled off by more of the seemingly tame dinosaurs as well as the men that he had left there. It seemed that Chroma wasn't the only one that had learned to make peace with the environment here. Jane, as she seemed to be called, greeted them with a much less urgent tone than he had seen the first time as she made preparations for the next "voice" to come, apparently referring to an incoming thunderstorm. "So there are other voices, though they seem no less forceful in their speech. We will help, but please tell Us more about these things." |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 21 2017, 08:39 AM Post #27 |
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Although far from willing to set fire to anything he saw, Kid had always enjoyed looking at fire, feeling its heat and even occasionally trying to put it out with his fingers or blowing it out without getting burned. Sure, he’d not had a lot of chance to do it when he was young, but it was still something he enjoyed. Perhaps that was why currently he was staring up at the tree, the fire slowly ceasing but still small black twigs dropping from the sky and landing on the grass below. It was weird the ways in which nature worked. Suddenly, a different kind of noise could be heard. Was that… Thunder? He didn’t mind rain too much, assuming that it wouldn’t cause his body to short circuit, but thunder made him a little bit anxious purely due to the fact that he was stood under a canopy of trees, and his whole body was made of a rather conductive metal. Should lightning strike nearby, he was probably going to pop like a balloon, which… Wasn’t a pleasant thought. Sure, he felt like crap, knew he was a piece of crap, and pretty much hated being alive at times, but he wasn’t quite ready to throw it all away yet, not without knowing what came after. What if there was nothing? Endless suffering beat nothingness any day… Most days. Only then did the teen snap out of his thoughts, realising that the girl had picked up her pace and changed direction slightly. Sighing to himself he too increased his speed, pushing aside any brush that got in the way and keeping his head down as usual. Despite this, his eyes did occasionally dart to nearby trees or leaves, aware that any one of them could be housing countless little insects, ready to crawl all over him, into his armpits and even into his ears… He shivered, forcing himself to increase his pace further to try and forget his insecurities of which he had many. It didn’t take long for them to arrive surprisingly at her destination. He hadn’t quite expected to actually find it with her very vague directions, but he assumed that sometimes it just took time for people to figure things out. As he approached though, something caught his eyes, marines. Damn. Put simply, Kid wasn’t too fond of the navy. He wasn’t particularly against them per say, but he certainly wasn’t with them after making one too many mistakes. Heck, some guy had dropped an apple and tried to charge him for it, and somehow or other it ended up with him getting the blame. It was a little hard to remember now, but after that he’d ended up helping a supervillain on Mirrorball, and more recently destroyed a civilians house and destroyed the sail of a marine ship, which although rather minor… It put him on edge around these people. Would they recognise him? What even was the point in going inside? He could just say bye and le- He only then realised that the girl had entered the camp, leaving him behind. A mix of needing to escape the storm, and not wanting to seem rude by disappearing forced him onwards. He was a no name in the world of piracy after all, it was unlikely they’d know who he was. As he got nearer some of the guards seemed to notice his presence, one or two having realised he was with the girl from before. Unsure what exactly to say, he simply managed: “U-um… I’m… I helped her…” |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 25 2017, 06:13 AM Post #28 |
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As she followed the strange group through the woods to the jungle hut that Salasais had arrived at beforehand, Chroma would give off a relaxed atmosphere around herself. Whether it be through luck or simply the presence of the Sea Knight, the group would find their movement unfettered by any attacking dinosaurs, instead they had a far more pleasant journey, a number of flowers which had been hidden beforehand were now fluttering and dancing in the cool breeze along their journey. As they arrived at the jungle hut, Chroma's eyes would widen with delight, her lazy smile now stretching into one of pure and utter joy as she raced forwards, wrapping her arms around the jungle hermit Jane. Her bosom would quickly smother the older lady, garbled words ebbed from the embrace as Chroma unintentionally strangled her. As she released the lady, Jane would begin to splutter and cough before regaining her breath. "Jane! I can't believe I get to see you again," she smiled. "Let me help with those," she'd insist, picking up some of the larger rocks that had dotted the area, using extraordinary strength that didn't fit a woman with such a small frame. "Which reminds me, with time, also comes strength!" she'd grin at Salasaid. As thunder rumbled in the background, Chroma would turn to see some of the rain clouds coming, nodding to herself as she intertwined her fingers. "I guess this means we can all have lunch inside your hut, right, Jane?" she'd call, giving the woman a sly smile. "Nothing makes tea taste finer that knowing your outside of the rain." |
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| Novama | Jun 25 2017, 09:18 PM Post #29 |
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Morose Morose in hot weather Jungle View The Storm Rolls In The sand that had been so hot to tread across earlier that day was bearable as Morose and company made their weary steps across it. Clouds had rolled overhead that blocked out the bright sun, leaving behind a gray sky that grew darker by the minute. Morose, rosy cheeked from their swift pace back as well as the humid air that did not circulate well in the jungle, took a reflexive breath of fresh, salty air. The wind had picked up and it whipped against Morose's jacket and hair. He smiled with his lips but his eyes stared off somberly into the distance. Even if it was just a light rain, the wind was already strong enough that the row boat would be difficult to get back to the ship with, and Morose noted that the Freedom ship's mast was rocking back and forth in presumably a stiffer breeze just off shore. The men had finished loading the boat with the supplies and called out the Morose. Morose, moving much more daintily while out of the jungle, made his way over to the boat and effortlessly leaped into it with a calculated grace just as the ship slid from the sand into the surf. As the man pushing the ship in hopped aboard, the other man already in immediately began to row to avoid getting the boat beached again. Morose folded his knees to his chest and sat in a tiny space while making room for all the animals, fruits, and roots they found. While one man steer, the other paddled. With the waters being so choppy, both men had to work hard and occasionally switched jobs to give one man a slight break. Morose was never asked to trade with either of them. His task was to ensure their food did not wash overboard after each wave that doused or tossed them. While then men were large enough that they would only be tossed a few inches to a foot above their seat before smashing back down into the boat, some of the food was launched several feet into the air and on occasion at odd angles to the boat due to the wave. Morose moved with speed and precision seemingly impossible given the circumstances as he went to catch the falling supplies and sometimes even lean out of the boat to pluck cargo from the air before it could be lost overboard. Between the rowing and the humid jungle, the sailors with Morose were exhausted. Morose was perhaps unsurprisingly fine and aided the anxious crew aboard the Freedom Ship rope up the boat to bring it level with deck for unloading. After Morose's feet touched deck again, he immediately began coordinating efforts to get the food below deck. The stiff breeze that rocked the ship soon became wet with a sprinkling that foretold a greater rain to come. Jungle Hut After Jane caught her breath, she nodded. Sounding breathy, she confirmed, "Yes, there will be room and comfort for all inside, flames willing. But all must contribute first. Just as the birds that do not look and flowers that do not open will not find what they need, nor will those who take the role of the grasshopper and gawk at we ants." After which, Jane handed out tasks and directed rock placement for all those who helped. While some of the crew grumbled, all followed the captain and Chroma's example. The rocks that were gathered were dark in color and occasionally still smoldered in the ground. Generally, the dinosaurs that lent aid were responsible for the biggest of them or ones that still burned with the flames of the volcano they left. Jane's way of directing the dinosaurs was subtle and did not include words. The more perceptive would pick up on specific hand and foot gestures combined with postures of body.. The wind had picked up quite a bit although the the jungle shielded them from what was coming in at the beach. By the time the first rains began to fall, the dinosaurs had been released to their own devices and the freedom crew and sea knight were invited into the cozy hut. The smells of burning spices and a broiling broth with mysterious contents mingled with a wood fire and sweaty men. Despite there nearly being a dozen men now in the hut, it was not overpowering, as something about it seemed nature and blended well with the furs, bones, wood, and straw of the hut. Jane, as before when the rocks fell, was busy moving about her hut and many guests addressing the positioning and status of many curious items sprinkled about her home. The purpose in the exercise was incomprehensible. Adding to her peculiarity that some of the freedom crew had already adjusted to, she continually mumbled and something that sounded like a chant which made about as much sense as her peculiar behavior. Outside, the rustle of the wind in the trees and crosses was audible as soft pelts of rain hit the top of the hut. Flickering candles and a fireplace was soon all the light available as the storm started to make itself known. Studious Girl Marine? Camp Kid was immediately stopped by the men he introduced himself to. They, as well as other marines in the area, reached for guns or swords. Ready for anything but not drawing their weapons, the men at the front took charge of the situation and asked Kid several questions. "We do not know you. Who are you and why are you here? The girl mentioned you but left too many details out or claimed she didn't know. Are you a poacher perhaps? Not many reasons for an upstanding citizen to come to this island." As the interrogation continued, the wind was quickly picking up. Once the camp was being too buffeted for the marines to properly stand their watch and question Kid properly, they allowed him in with skeptical eyes and an armed escort that did not impede him but did not give him room to stray without being noticed. He had been directed to a larger tent that was filled with tables and mixed personnel doing various activities from discussions on intellectual findings and analysis with trays of food cast to the side, to arguing over next patrol duty with cups of coffee in hand. The girl Kid had accompanied was present and seemed much more comfortable in a group of women seated at another table. All eyes were on her as she spoke openly about something. Most of them looked in Kid's direction when he entered as did several others. |
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| ♦ Togamau | Jun 27 2017, 04:15 PM Post #30 |
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It was quite peculiar to see so many presumably wild creatures working so cooperatively with humans and each other. Certainly a significant change of pace for Salas, who had been on the defensive for so long, to be in an atmosphere of such peace. He noticed that Morose hadn't followed the group into the clearing, but it made sense that the young chef would see first to taking the supplies they had scavenged back to the ship before the storm was upon them. Chroma's frame belied her considerable strength, hefting the volcanic boulders with ease as she moved them by Jane's direction. The Shaman was only slightly surprised, given her weapon she had to be strong, he just hadn't realized exactly how strong. It really explained a few things, it is easier to live in peace with things that are weaker than yourself. He moved to lift some of the rocks which had cooled somewhat more, the hotter ones would be somewhat risky so he avoided touching them. It was slightly more difficult to heft the things without using his moss limbs for grip, but Salas elected to avoid tipping his hand to those he did not know for now. The environment was comfortable, to be sure, but he was not in a habit of putting himself at ease. The Sea Knight had made a remark about strength coming with time to him, Salasais didn't doubt the validity of the statement but couldn't help but feel somewhat impatient with it. Yes, but I don't know how much time We have to stop being weak. My weakness may kill Us before there is time to conquer it! The irritation in his mind manifested in the form of a rustling of the fibers in his mossy cloak. The heavy lifting proved to be a decent outlet for his frustrations, at least. Once inside the hut again, the increased occupancy and recent exertions had an impact on the atmosphere, but somehow managed not to disrupt it too greatly. Once everyone was somewhat settled in, Salas endeavored to restart his prior conversation with Jane, "We ask excuse for Our hasty departure earlier. We had to see to the safety of Our people, we hope you understand. May We return to the subject we were beginning before? Salas would like to know more concerning the Speakers you mentioned, what is your relationship with them and how can their voices come to be understood?" |
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