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Post by DMis on Nov 13, 2015 0:08:20 GMT -5
Forsaken had taken point in their awkward formation as a glint of color in a ravine caught her attention. She gestured for the boys to follow her as she descended to the ground.
"....Dried ink?" she questioned as she touched down on a rather particular dark streak of land.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 13, 2015 0:28:06 GMT -5
Crona landed second, looking down at the weird coloration of the land. "Ink in the middle of the land?" he asked. "But there aren't any land squids, are there?" Crona soon stopped focusing on the dried up ink, noticing what appeared to be smoke billowing near the edge of the canyon. "Uh..."
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"All this crawling, and for what? A DEAD END?!" a gruff voice called, the owner groaning something nasty. "I'm getting sick of this..."
"Boss, don't be too mad," another voice squeaked. "That weird thing might've fallen to its death! So we can just turn back!"
"That's a load of ash and you know it," his boss groaned, the man billowing smoke from his shoulder craters. He crossed his arms, looking down at the canyon below them. "Hmph..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 13, 2015 0:37:51 GMT -5
The earth thundered and shook as the dragon known as Paul landed on the precarious perch. He took a moment to examine their location, staring down into the voidial pit tucked away within the canyon. Then he leaned in to get a closer look at the inky markings that lined the rocks, studying them, smelling them, questioning their origin.
Seated on the dragon's back, Mysterion craned his neck so he could see for himself. "It does kinda look like ink to me. Not sure what else to compare it to. Weird..."
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Post by DMis on Nov 13, 2015 0:42:11 GMT -5
Forsaken stood up with a smile. "I lived on a world were the rivers and streams were ink. This stain here matches a stream I visited with friends several times," she offered to the group.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 13, 2015 0:48:38 GMT -5
Crona nodded, trying to ignore the smoke they saw. "Maybe this island's made out of parts of that old world?" Crona asked.
"SHUT UP!" came a loud snarl. Crona looked at the smoke again, gulping.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 13, 2015 0:55:02 GMT -5
"Probably shouldn't jump to conclusions," Mysterion suggested. "Not that the possible connection isn't curious."
He and Paul simultaneously perked up at the noise. The smoke that Paul had chosen to ignore up to this point taunted his nostrils. He narrowed his eyes and snorted, pondering what the commotion was this time.
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Post by DMis on Nov 13, 2015 0:56:53 GMT -5
Forsaken let a more primal growl escape her throat. "Who's there?" she called as the pouch showed on her back again.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 13, 2015 1:04:11 GMT -5
"Aw crap, boss," the sentry squeaked. "We're not alone."
"Don't you 'aw crap' me, you're the one that- MMMGH." More smoke puffed, a long, slimy arm stretching onto the edge of the cliff as its owner slinked up to the top. A long, black, candlestick with billowing craters for shoulders looked at them, its wick burning with an almost ponytail-like appearance. A smaller, white and more traditionally candle-like version soon followed him, nervously poking its amorphous arms together.
"Never seen anything like you before," Ragnarok commented, staring them down.
"Feeling's mutual, ink-stain," The man huffed. "Name's Waxevius. Just Wax for short. And this little guy's named Wick."
Wick bowed to them, Wax seemingly stretching his amorphous body. Crona kept an eye on the odd beings, unsure of what to do.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 13, 2015 1:09:46 GMT -5
Paul let out a stiff, gravelly exhale as he scrutinized the bizarre beings. He wasn't certain if they were friend or foe, and as such, he wasn't about to up and trust them so easily.
Mysterion felt much the same way, but he seemed a bit more willing to extend an olive branch. "Well then... What brings you out here?"
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Post by DMis on Nov 13, 2015 1:11:04 GMT -5
Forsaken seemed a bit on edge but stayed still as Mysterion approached the pair.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 13, 2015 1:20:29 GMT -5
Wick looked to Wax. "Boss, should we?" he asked, the rough-neck candlestick groaning.
"Not that we have much choice," he sighed. "Maybe they know a thing or two."
"A thing or two about what?" Crona asked.
Wick sighed. "We um... were chasing down a really weird looking creature," he stammered. "And if it didn't fall to its doom, it might be around here somewhere..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 13, 2015 1:29:37 GMT -5
"Hm. Well, our business likely differs from yours," Mysterion explained as he slid off his dragon friend's back and stepped a bit closer to the candle-like pair. "But regardless, we've dealt with enough jacka**ery to be ready for whatever it is you were pursuing."
Paul stood tall and firm, carrying the same air of magnificence and dignity he held before. It was safe to say that he saw no reason to be scared of anything. He had just dealt with a psychotic elemental yokai, after all. Not to mention the fact that he was a freaking dragon.
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Post by DMis on Nov 13, 2015 1:35:59 GMT -5
"Mysterion has a a point. So what is the game you're hunting?" Forsaken asked as she relaxed slightly.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 13, 2015 1:43:03 GMT -5
"Some savage turtle thing," Wax huffed. "It charged into the caves and took off, shredding some of my men to bits in the process."
"It wasn't bothered by boss's Molten Wax Bombs either," Wick gulped. "So I think this monster has ridiculous pain tolerance..."
Crona looked around. Honestly, a monster with ridiculous defenses sounded like their every-day fare. Nothing to really worry about. "Likely nothing," they offered.
"It also howled," Wax offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 13, 2015 9:54:22 GMT -5
"A howling turtle monster..." Mysterion murmured lowly. "Honestly, I was expecting worse. Hell, I've dealt with bigger and badder undersea monsters in my day."
He very briefly pressed a hand against his neck in an awkward, uncomfortable gesture.
Likewise, Paul was undeterred by Wax and Wick's description. After nodding to Mysterion, he leaned over and turned his attention to the ink trail again. What really caught his interest was its scent. It smelled... familiar. Somehow. He couldn't exactly describe it.
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