[was once Open 8/8] Gotta Catch 'em All

[Tobin]

(OOC: The misspelling of names in spoken sentances is largely intentional.)
HP: 48% Mana: 100% Word Count: 684
The dwarf had nodded to the name as his eyes glanced up in thought “Ahhh interesting, I had seen that as an animated movie now that I think about it. Though that detail wasn’t in it”
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Here’s a question. What do you call a dwarf covered in nibbling, agitated rabbits? ~ A furry dwarf covered in rabbits of course.

-Feck you, I know I’m the comic relief of this episode, but I don’t need jib from my own narrator! I am in such a sheer amount of agony! Please, I don’t want my first death ta be like this! Oh?- The dwarf paused in his struggles as he became aware of the spores around him and the loosening of some of the fur balls began to slow down and slip off, it was only as he started pulling the remainder of the stunned bunnies off that his eyes fixated on the source of all the magic. The little glowing fairy he had played with only moments before had been the one to come to his aid. As the last of the mammals was pulled off and pacified he fell on his knees in a sigh, still in momentary shock as he briefly gazed at his health meter as he was examined.

-I lost over half my health in that attack… Bunnies… This is reeking of British comedy.- His breath left him in a deep sigh as he shivered as a sudden rush of adrenaline boiled inside him as the realisation finally set in. He was alive. He shot up to his feet and immediately preformed an awkward, shuffling victory jig on the spot, before he bounded toward towards the person closest to him, Capsule whom by this point was facing away, with arms wide.

“I’m… Alive, I actually didn’t die. Wooooo! Thank Alraune, thank ya Capsule, Cear, Wer, I’m actually ali….” before he actually collided however he froze suddenly, having regained his composure before he had the chance to lift the woman up in a hug. Or at the very least drag her up to her feet. “Ah sorry, not appropriate. I get excited sometimes, still, what a rush! Ya ever get used ta this? Well… Seems like we, well,” he paused, still flustered from the prior events as his foot hammered the ground like an agitated rabbit “ya girls really caught a little more than expected. We just taking two back? We can just chuck four in a bag and hope ones a female.”

Tobin chuckled as he stepped around the woman and knelt beside her, pausing first to give a well deserved high five to his miniature saviour, before he settled one of his hands on one of the mammals, taking care to cup it behind the back of the head, gently massaging at the base of its ears at its temple with his fat fingers. It had always been a technique he had used on his dogs at home, to massage their temples behind their ears to hit their comfort zone, at which point in principle the mammal should be significantly more relaxed.

“See, that weren’t so hard bunny, now come us and we can take you to a world of your imag… Ahh bar… steward, ya be rather feisty one.“ Even paralysed, the bugger had managed to take a nip at his finger, drawing another percentage of HP, his wrist flickered back as he cursed and clicked his neck. The temptation to punch the creature in its tiny head was strong, though he resisted as he flexed his free hand. Even his patience had its limits betrayed by a slight quivering motion in his right arm, perhaps his nerves were getting the better of him?


“Now I can see why Wurmut is markin’ his territory over there. Vicious little bugger” He frowned as he looked the creature over amidst his absent minded rambling, he finally began to understand why the humanoid was so terrified of those creatures. “Can any of ya actually tame this thing? I’m only a level 1 so I haven’t got the hang of this yet.”

Needless to say once he got the hang of it, he would help in packaging the required number of rabbits, in preparation of dealing with more pray. Now more content as to let the more experienced players take the initiative. At least until they could deliver these pocket monsters to a suitable breeding centre.

[Hanelli]

"It's a dog eat dog world." ☒ Kumori, @0x1dea, Scoria, @dindeen ✐ 511 ✉ Brier Weasels tamed: 0 / 2 MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Now that she’d taken up the position of ‘rear guard’; she then decided to keep an eye out for anything that would dare cross their paths. After a while, she realized that out of her three companions, only one didn’t know her actual name; and he addressed them, just to let them know if he needed a heads-up just in case. But there was something about the way he said it that threw her slightly off, though but Han decided to keep that to herself, at least for the moment. They needed to cooperate; and she had a feeling that if she (and Oxford) weren’t here, something terrible would happen. She then remembered that he was the only one who didn’t know her name, so to be on the safe side, she said in the Druid’s direction, “It’s Han. Call me Han, makes things easier,” while stringing up an arrow into her longbow, so that she could scare off any potential threats at a moment’s notice. Right then and there, she got a message from Caer; it was just two words, but they were important; and the thing here was that she understood what she was saying. She then sent a message back, and it was this, “One or both usagi?”, hoping that her short message wouldn’t startle the Samurai since she could hazard a guess that they were also busy at the moment, and then she decided to relay the message to her companions. “They’ve gotten the rabbits, so scratch looking for any rabbits. We’d best look for the other animals needed…” she said, her eyes flickering around if in case they were set upon by Weasels; they were really sneaky little buggers, not to mention that there was a rumored ‘anomaly’ amongst them. Her ears then twitched; because there was a scuffling noise coming from somewhere behind her, and she then did a complete 180-degree turn, and squinted as best as she could into the gloom that was behind her. The scratching noise grew more and more pronounced—she was hoping that it wasn’t anything too crazy when several shadows darted out from the brush she was looking at; and they were hissing! “Weasels!” she shouted, quickly letting the arrow loose; she had no idea if the one attacking her was a male or female, but there were at least five of them headed her way. “I’m going to need some help here guys…!” she continued, whipping another arrow into position and then keeping it aimed at the group; the first arrow she’d fired had fallen harmlessly to the ground, and then she decided to follow up her message to Caer with this snippet, “Currently dealing with weasels. Quite hostile,” and then returned her focus to the chaos that had seemingly stopped since she was pointing an arrow at them; who knew whether or not the group was going to besiege them. “I’ll need your help here, I don’t know which one is male or female…” she said in the Druid’s direction, hoping that he got the subtle hint…

[Kumori]

	Kumori HP: 75% MP: 98%	"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."
Equipment: - Cuirass of Shadows -Windsor Antiqua Dagger -Windsor Antiqua Dagger	Skills: Quick Draw	Quick Slot: -Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Scoria asked him a question about his terra-forming abilities and if they would ruin his tracking. “As long as I can see within a mile, the tracks ahead, I can continue following them. I’ll also be able to see the target I’m tracking if it’s close enough. Terra-forming or manipulation shouldn’t hinder me unless you do something within the range of a mile away,” he told Scoria informatively.

Weasels? He didn’t see the tracks. Were they because they hadn’t moved near where they had started? Were they in the trees? He wasn’t completely sure, but the male assassin turned around to look the threats in the eye. Their information tabs came up and he was able to see the levels of each of the weasels. His eyes widened in fright, as what had appeared was not something he would’ve expected. It was a level 41 Brier Weasel, with two level 10 Brier Weasels and two level 8 Brier Weasels. Alarms began ringing in his head, knowing that with two members that were pretty weak, the only way for them to survive this encounter was for those two to worry about the lower-level weasels. He figured if Oxford was able, he’d be able to tame them later when captured in Scoria’s bags. The weasels lived up to their name, and they were definitely elusive. If Hanelli hadn’t heard them earlier, they would’ve been attacked from behind.

“Hanelli, Scoria, take the low level weasels and stuff two of them in the bag. Oxford, with me, we need to take on the level 41 Brier Weasel. Do not try to capture it, just kill it,” he said, trying to create an impromptu strategy before they were dealt serious damage. Since Hanelli was in the back, and therefore the closest to the weasels, she was in the most danger. It was important that he protected everyone, especially since he was the highest level in this half of the party. He had that responsibility, and he didn’t mean it in a haughty, douchbaggery way. He meant it in a sincere and obligatory way. His first reaction was to use [Quick Draw] in order to close the distance between him and the Level 41 Brier Weasel and to put a shield between Hanelli and the other Weasels. Why did he use Quick Draw? Because it was a surefire way of stopping the advance of the enemy party. He could have used [Shadow Bind] but it may not have reached far enough, and it would’ve only hit one of the enemies. Grabbing the hate was the most necessary part, and it would protect the lower levels, at least for a little bit.

His attack was enough to Draw the hate away from Hanelli, bringing all five weasels to him. While he dealt damage to the first high level weasel, he was taking attacks from all give of them. His HP had taken quite a large hit, especially since there were multiples attacking him. Blocking and dodging as much as he could, it was inevitable for him to lose a chunk of his health. He needed Oxford to tank for him, or else he’d be dead quick. He could’ve probably taken the level 41 weasel if it was by himself, but even if the other four weasels were just low-level, their damage added up. Assassins prized on their ability to solo single encounters. Dealing with five of them was more than he could handle. Every attack hit him like a ton of bricks, as each of the weasels attacked in unison, chipping away at his health. Once Oxy took the tanking part away from him, he’d have an easier time taking out the weasel. It was lower level than he, so he had the advantage if he could get to its back.

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Word Count: 634 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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HP: 96% MP: 89% Status: Can't Touch This. After the final bits of the generallyaccepted social introductions were complete, the second, yet vastly superior, party of four set out to see if Oxford could actually manage to wrangle a couple woodland creatures. Despite both of them being know for their aggressive tendencies, it should be a piece o' cake. The woods were pretty quiet as the group began to follow the path of tracks Kumori had found, aside from the general chatter of course. Some birds would chirp and hop about in the branches, Oxford feeling a little angry when he saw them. Mainly because the last time he got involved with birds, it ended up in a friendly fisticuff match against some more than willing to volunteer boars. Now that Oxford thought about it, those actions could have been classified as Animal Taming, but taming generally meant petting an animal with an open hand to calm them down, not applying blunt force trauma. (I'll just call that the "Tough Love" approach.) Scoria and Kumori continued to play nice with each other, making the Guardian glad that he didn't have to expend any energy to guard the two from each other. In fact, they probably liked each other very much. The two of them were just violenty tsundere to understand their feelings for each other. (Save it for the honeymoon, you two.) After letting that ship made in the creepy part heaven set sail, Ox noticed that Hanelli, the Elf Assassin, had turned around, her eyes squinting in concentration as she looked into the forest, it's overgrowth blocking from view a many variety of things. (Good thing we're not walking through the tall grass. None of us really want to deal with a random Pokemon encounter.) As if life itself wanted to make sure Ox suffered, a group of five weasels had burst from the gloom, their leader being, well whaddya know, level 41. Clearly a specimen of the upper percentage of Brier Weasels. The others were level 8s and level 10s, Oxford preferring to keep the level 8s alive since it would be easier for him to Scout. Then again, he had no way of determining their gender, since looking at animal crotches wasn't really a hobby he had interest in doing. He then heard Hanelli ask the Cle--Druid about whether he could identify the weasels' genders if they managed to capture one. The thought of the surly-looking Druid being a hobbyist veterinarian amused Oxford, but his process of identifying the animal was probably something to the effect of stuffing all of them into the bag and letting the Lander do it herself. Perfect. Kumori must've been thinking the exact same thing, the Assassin ordering the Druid and the other Assassin to go ahead and stuff the lower level ones in bags. Great minds think alike after all. As the long-haired Assassin drew all the Hate of the monsters on himself, Oxford raised his shield, making sure he was standing between Kumori and the other two valued teammates behind them. He kept an eye on Kumori's health as he took on the group himself, the weasels managing to find an effective strategy to whittle down the Assassin's HP. Deciding to tag in, Oxford let out an Anchor Howl, drawing the brunt of the attacks onto himself. The weasels immediately set their sights on Oxford, ready to wipe the yelling warrior off the face of the minimap. Oxford gave a smirk as they all rushed him at once, tightening the grip on his shield. "No way am I letting you guys get through to my team." As if on cue, a popular 1990s hit single by a man named after a hardware tool popped into his head, the Guardian's head bobbing to the beat of the mental rhythmn as the song played out in his head. The two level 8s leaped at Oxford, flipping in the air as they readied themselves to smack the Guardian with their thorny appendages. A Counter Break later, the two were repelled to the side, Oxford quickly cutting them off from the main group. "Can't touch this." Anchor Howl wore off after a little while later, the two higher leveled players dishing out attacks and defending their other half during the duration of the skill's effect. Hopefully, this made it easier for the two designated monster wranglers to stuff them into their sack of animal taming love. Now, only the two level 10s and the rare level 41 growled at the attack unit, their tails twitching as they pondered their next move. Words: 759 OOC Notes: Feel the rhythmn, feel the rhyme. Look out world...IT'S HAMMER TIME. Tags: Scoria Kumori Hanelli and anyone else interested.

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Subclass: Animal Trainer | Skill: Scout with [ Fresh Carrots ] | Scouting: Frenmic Rabbit

Scoria leveled up. He was just Turtle but somewhere along the way, he became Fire Turtle. How does that even work though? Then again the forest baby called Caerbannog the Speedy Turtle, and turtles were anything but speedy. Maybe if she actually read Tower of God back in the real world, it would have made sense. The wolf-hair began to wonder if Scoria was as bad as the cutie said seeing as both the wolf and the sprite ditched him. She could not wrap her head around it though; to Caerbannog, pushing landers around and throwing toddlers at boars was justified during that scenario where she first met Scoria. Even all the glaring back at The King’s Throne was, to the girl, understandable what with all the white knighting being thrown around. Or maybe it was just that Caerbannog could only see the good in everyone. Was she that innocent? Or was she well aware of all the bad things but had some sort of optimistic tunnel vision?

Potato. That was what Caerbannog first thought of when the rabbits attacked Toby. He looked like an unfortunate potato which was going to be the angry mob’s dinner. Now, potatoes were bad for rabbits thus the comparison. It’s not as if the wolf-hair thought of some random root crop and associated the dwarf with it. Once the rabbits jumped him though, Tobeen looked like one very moldy potato. It was then that Caerbannog, in all her glorious wisdom, sent a baby to do a man’s job. The animal trainer momentarily looked at Wermut who seemed as if he was having a nervous breakdown. She would not be shocked if he wet his pants or something, but she would feel a bit of pity. Plate armor seemed very difficult to clean after all.

So, back to the baby. It called the animal trainer ‘auntie’ and that was okay, but she would have preferred ‘mum’ or ‘mommy’. Why? Because reasons. Maybe the summon’s presence triggered some fond memories of her childhood that one summer, when she went to Japan for the first time and met all of her cousins there. Maybe she wanted a sister or a brother whom she could take care of. The forest sprite was too small to be a sister though, so daughter it is. As the baby did her thing, Caerbannog glanced at Capsule who was still wearing the dad pants. She was manlier than the kouneliophobe, that’s for sure. Tobyn was not in Caerbannog’s list of ‘men in the party’ because dwarf.

Not surprisingly, the enchanter already caught her first bunny. While the forest sprite went all Xena on the rest of the bunnies, Caerbannog walked over to Capsule and handed one carrot to her. It would help the creature calm down, probably. With the baby’s abilities, both the sporing and the bitch slapping, the animal trainer figured that they’d be done in no time at all. Soon enough, the attacking frenmic rabbits were down for the count so the wolf-hair skipped over to the forest sprite and cautiously bent over, though not by much, to pick the cutie up. If the toddler was still excitable, Caerbannog would hug it gently until the little one calmed down.

At that moment, the blue-eyed samurai, who was very much non-samurai-like for the duration of the quest, thought of something possibly life-changing. Was it possible? Would he allow it? Caerbannog hesitated, slightly worried about rejection. But hey, she was Level 60. And so, via telepathy, the animal trainer called up the Fire Turtle and of course spoke to him in that way that only he could hear.

“ Scoria. I want your baby. “

Oh, goddammit, Fiver. Caerbannog was distracted from her telepathy call when Capsule’s frenmic rabbit started what seemed to be a rain dance. After a few pelvic thrusts, it was apparent that the rabbit could summon a certain kind of liquid at any time to troll its fellowmen, and that liquid probably was not rain. When Capsule picked up the bunny for the quest, the wolf-hair did consider summoning Hrairoo; he could Bunny-Talk the other creatures into submission for the quest, but with Fiver going gigolo, Caerbannog opted to keep Roo unsummoned.

The black-haired girl looked at Toobn, who turned out to be an animal trainer, not Level 1 but Level 0 by the looks of it; she then looked up at Capsule who was the only one in their party to actually have a quest creature in her possession though not without the help of Scoria’s offspring. The quest actually read “one out of two” beside the Tame Frenmic Rabbits requirement, so let’s say for simplicity’s sake that the tamed rabbit would ignore environmental factors for a while and it would follow Capsule around until the quest was turned over to Daniella. Also, to cut Fiver some slack, let’s say that Capsule’s new pokemon was female. Probably. It’s possible, right?

As for the last rabbit that they needed for the quest, Caerbannog gave a carrot to Twoben and she nodded at the group of frightened creatures. If any of them were as greedy as Hrairoo, they’d probably latch onto the carrot without a second thought despite their level, paralysis and recent trauma. Now, it would be very ironic if the dwarf managed to tame Fiver’s unwilling male lover, but hey as long as it would count towards the quest then it’s all good. Once the rabbits were rounded up, the wolf-hair gave the forest sprite another warm hug. She then glanced at Wermut and, noticing that he was still alive, she asked him to look for wea- wait, no. Hanelli just called the samurai and let them know that they were dealing with hostile weasels.

Hostile. Weasels.

Weasels were at a minimum of level 8. What was Oxford’s Pokemon Trainer Level? Caerbannog looked up at Capsule. With Fiver around, the samurai knew that the enchanter was at least a Level 11 Animal Trainer. But what about the guardian? She did not notice any animals around him... not unless... Domesticize worked on Wolf-Hairs?! Nope, probably not. She had to think about the other half of the party- their well-being, their limbs... and so she made an important decision.

“ Let’s look for boars now, “ Caerbannog simply said to their pathfinder.

OOC Notes: I tagged people involved in this post.
Word Count: 1050	Tags: Fallash Tobin Capsule Hanelli Scoria

[Scoria]

[Scoria]

Scoria's eyes flicked over to 'Han', turning his head over his shoulder to let loose one of his patented Scoria glares at her. Speaking objectively, it was the same as his resting expression, but he was always glaring at something, so he had gotten rather good at it. He knew her name. It was in the party list. It took maybe 5 seconds of thought to figure out what her name was, but now she was requesting that he call her 'Han' or something, like they were friendly. Maybe if he was calling her something other than her name, like 'turd-face' or something equally rude, he'd understand and oblige. Or maybe if he just pronounced it wrong or something. But if she wanted him to call the Assassin by a nickname, she was in for a surprise. "No." Sucks to be you, 'Han'.

Said 'Han' was doing the telephone thing, which meant she was communicating with someone on the other side. Probably Caer, considering how popular the lady was. Then she went ahead and added in some useless information to the party. Don't hunt rabbits. Unless rabbits were boars or weasels, Scoria didn't see much point in adding in anything after the first four words. Did she just like hearing herself speak, maybe? She and Kumori would be great friends, he was sure. At any rate, Kumori had gone ahead and responded to Scoria's inquiry, so the player felt safe in pulling out some sacks (where had he even gotten those) and opening one up. If anyone was expecting him to actually tame anything, they weren't going to be happy. The Druid raised his hand up as if checking to see if there was any rain, and a moment later, the clouds gathered. Call Storm was in effect, drenching the entire party and doing a rather good job of filling up Scoria's sack with water.

Before the weasels set in, the Druid got another message from @dindeen. She wanted his baby? Scoria replied immediately, not skipping a beat. "I'm flattered, but I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of commitment." He knew what she meant, considering she had used the singular and had avoided the words 'to have', but that didn't mean he wasn't going to throw her words back at her. If she was going to be vague, he was going to be just as much so. Again, had she been a little less precise with her wording, or had Scoria considered the possibility anyone would consider 'being with' him, he might have had a moment of lost composure or wondered if she was sexually harassing him. He didn't wonder. It was obvious there was no way that kind of thing would ever happen, so his response was natural.

And then weasels. Scoria's bag was starting to get rather heavy, full with water, and the adventurer turned around to face the weasels with a face that screamed 'danger'. As if he was going to follow the plan. He had better ideas. Much better ideas. After all, he had called a storm for a reason, and no one brought in a storm like Scoria. Brier Weasels were almost like druids of a sort, but Scoria didn't get a chance to enact his plan before Kumori and Oxford were already doing their thing. Scoria skirted forward and around stood just next to Kumori and Oxford. A moment later, Glacial Freeze coated the ground in a 5 meter radius ice field, focused around Oxford. Whether you were level 1 or level 50, ice was ice and slipping was falling., especially when there was rain falling nonstop around you as if to muck you up even further. Was Scoria a cheater? Yeah. Yeah, he was. Using some basic physics, Scoria shoved Kumori off in one direction so he could get off the ice easily, sliding in another direction himself. Oxford would be in the center of the ice field and, as the weasels took damage for however long they stood on the ice, they weren't inclined to stay on it for too long. Besides, they couldn't even move properly to so much as chase Kumori or assault anyone. Too bad Oxford had used Anchor Howl, huh?

Kumori would be off the ice in no time flat and any weasel that tried to move away from Oxford would clearly be in trouble, but that was what Scoria was aiming for. Raising his water-filled sack, the player slid on the ice with practice that came from overuse, sliding to the edge of the ice and nabbing a single Brier Weasel. The level 41 one, to be specific. It was fiesty, of course, and it was level 41, so the chances of Scoria holding onto it for too long were slim. That was, of course, if you ignored the fact that Scoria dumped that sack into another sack, then tied the outer sack before pushing it down against the ice. The thing about chilled water was that whether you were afflicted by a status or not, cold water had the lovely effect of forcing exhaustion and hypothermia. The Brier Weasel inside was not only drowning, it was going to be freezing its rear off, and any time it tried to break free, Scoria lifted the bag up over his shoulder before slamming it back down on the ice. Now safely away from Oxford, Scoria cancelled his first Glacial Freeze so the Guardian could freely move, then took a few steps back and cast another one. Sitting down on top of his sack, Scoria punched the side of the sack every so often. It was the kind of heartless strategy that employed using Kumori as bait, taking advantage of Oxford's Anchor Howl, and cruelly drowning and freezing a creature while it took damage. Scoria continued to monitor the creature's health as it dropped, stuck on the ice and taking damage over time. Down and down the health went, and the more it went, the less it could struggle. Obviously, since Scoria was smashing it down on the ice if it even tried to escape.

It wouldn't have worked had Kumori and Oxford not done what they had. It had been a reckless plan, but Scoria was satisfied. Well, as satisfied as one could get while wrangling a creature four times your own level. Was the player completely insane? Prooooobably. Hopefully Hanelli actually listened to orders and captured a weaker weasel. Anomalies were dumb and Scoria, in his own words, 'would not permit them'. The player continued to sit on top of his weasel, glaring as if to dare someone to tell him off. Nevermind that had this even gone slightly south, he'd be deader than dead. It was just the rest of the group's job to wreck the rest of the weasels, while Scoria sat on some ice and a weasel popsicle. [#gomennotgomen]

A l r a u n e

The forest sprite, contrary to Caer's belief, had chosen Fire Turtle to be Capsule's nickname. Again, Wermut had not done anything so there wasn't anything for Alraune to notice. She was too busy taking note of Capsule's apparent interest in Japanese culture and her love of BOOKS. Turtle would hear about that later. Turtle would also hear about aaaaaaaaallllll the new words she had picked up from Fire Turtle. Curse words, to be specific. The forest sprite grinned as she continued to slap rabbits in the face, running circles around Tobin. Eventually, the rabbits got the hint and backed off from the forest sprite, leaving Tobin to be in a reasonable state of well being. Nevermind that half his health was gone, Happy Turtle was giving Alraune a hi-five and she gladly accepted. Huffing slightly, slightly out of breath, Alraune glanced over at Fire Turtle next. At some point, Alraune had put her fists down and glanced up at Capsule when she spoke to the forest sprite.

The familiar raised her own hand for a thumbs up, grinning and giggling like a little kid that had just gotten a pat on the head and some candy. Positive reinforcement from Scoria was rare, if it even existed at all, and the familiar was happy to be able to hear kind words from people. The sprite debated showing Fire Turtle some more affection, but said turtle seemed very fidgety. Maybe not yet, maybe not yet. Huffing slightly, the forest sprite glanced over at Tobin once more. What had the Happy Turtle called her? 'Alraune'? That wasn't her name, you silly turtle. And she said as much. "Not my name, Happy Turtle~"

Despite all of Scoria's best efforts, the sprite had never actually given out her real name. The man had suspected she didn't even have one, but that was clearly for her to know and for everyone else to find out. The forest sprite spun around happily when Speedy Turtle approached and opened her arms wide to be picked up. Once she was secure, she'd request a piggyback ride once more and scramble her way up, careful not to pull at Speedy Turtle's hair or be more fidgety than necessary. She considered asking Fire Turtle what the rabbit had been up to with its back and forth horizontal boogie motions, but the sprite was more interested in when Speedy Turtle did that thing with her hands. Telephone, Turtle had called it? Having missed her calls to Hanelli, Alraune was curious what the Samurai was doing and who she was calling. Even though she was right next to her 'auntie', she couldn't hear a thing the woman was saying. Soon enough, it seemed like they were going to go boar hunting instead. The sprite threw one of her fists up into the air, eyes focused on the horizon. Adventure!

[Fallash]

“I didn’t wet myself.” Lennart bluttered out immediately after Tobin mentioned that he was marking his territory. So what if he was hiding behind a tree from the bunnies? At least he was keeping an eye out to so they weren’t interrupted. Good cover, his mind complimented himself as he wandered around the tree. Now that the bunnies were incapable of moving, they weren’t that scary, but he kept his distance nonetheless, about four meters away from any bunny, and double that distance from Capsule who in his mind might as well have been a giant bunny in disguise. That woman had two rabbits following her now, not one but two. Lennart could only be thankful that his party worked really fast as Caerbannog told him that boars were next. “Yes ma’am!” He gave her a light-hearted salute and a wide smile before turning and bolting off in one direction. Lennart was glad he was able to get away from the rabbits, which was why he bolted off so quickly without even waiting for the group. He had only hoped they would follow him to the best of their ability, which presumably wasn't all that hard due to the slow-down factor of wearing heavy armor.

There were quite a bit of monsters along the way, thankfully none of them were really hostile and chose to slink away from the Pathfinder as he ran. Around every 7 meters he would pause, and look around with Battle Perception in search for a Boar, and he saw three names as he peeked around a tree into the clearing. “Yes!” Lennart muttered to himself, “Finally it’s not bunnies!” He turned away from the adult boar and it’s two young pittered boars and ran back to the party presumably meeting them close to half way.

“Alright, I found our next target.” He began to explain, still giving Capsule and her bunnies a strange expression, “There are two young pittered boars in a clearing not too far from here, but they are guarded by what I think is their mother.” This was a time that Lennart would show his strategy capabilities. Since the young pittered boars were lower level than Lennart, they would normally either ignore his presence or focus on him, but he was lower level 10 adult boar. Best thing he could do was hold it off while they took it’s children, hopefully not ending in Lennart’s demise. He explained this strategy to the group before listening to their own ideas and then leading them to the clearing with the boars before at the end stating something that should be obvious. “That... baby...? Anyways that baby is still attached to Scaria right?” He pointed at Alraune, calling it baby as that was how Caerbannog referred to it earlier when it had just shown up. “Perhaps we shouldn’t have it fight, for all we know it could be having a negative effect on the other party.” He didn’t know what a druid was capable of, but he knew of druids and their pets sharing deep bonds in the games he had played before Elder Tale, and he didn’t want to hinder the other group.

Just like Lennart had described, there were two weak little level 2 and 3 Young Pittered Boars, with a level 10 adult boar looking over them.

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Sanity Level: A slight headache.
Toggled Skills: Battle Perception
Words: 555
Extra: Woopwoop! Finally not bunnies!
Also, the boars in the clearing are: Level 2 Young Pittered Boar, Level 3 Young Pittered Boar, and Level 10 Pittered Boar.

[Capsule]

Muse:
Don't Move

Notes:
Keep your body still, keep your body still~.

Tags:
@dindeen, Tobin & Fallash

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coded by benetnasch of ET

Capsule was soon enough forced to look away from the foolish Wermut, as a somewhat frightening sight was charging right for her. The dwarf was running right for her.' The Enchanter's body went as stiff as a board as the little man came closer, and had he not regained control of himself, she would have kicked him full on in the face - or stopped him with her foot. Neither option was attractive, and was bound to make matters worse. Capsule gave a soft sigh, head lowering a bit as she felt her racing heart slow down. Surprise hugs were as unwelcome as regular hugs to Capsule, even more so when they were done by people she barely knew. The only people she actually allowed to hug her were typically family by blood. 'Maybe never, dwarf.'

"It's fine," Capsule managed to get out when Tobin apologized. The poor guy had just been mauled by a group of rabbits, after all. It was only natural for him to forget himself in his excitement. Or maybe Cap was just making up her usual excuses for the behavior of others, like usual. "Oh, he's not a bad guy, he's just having a moment." Except for Wermut. "Incompetent neep," she grumbled to herself as she glanced over at Mut, forgetting that the Alraune and dwarf were still nearby. Oh well. Maybe they didn't notice? They were high fiving each other or something. She would deal with Mut later.

The sprite was being friendly - or at least she hoped so. She wasn't squinting at Cap this time, and was even smiling and giggling while giving her a little thumbs up. A thumbs up and a relaxed smile was flashed back to the sprite, and then it was back to work for Papa Cap. A carrot for the trembling rabbit in her arms was handed over by Mama Caerbannog, which Capsule gently tapped it on the nose with. As for Fiver… If her hands were free, the Enchanter would have placed both hands on her hips and given the rabbit a disapproving glare. She knew it had been a while since he was last able to run around with his kind, but this was completely unacceptable. "I think you need to take a time out, Mr." Fiver just scrunched up his face and cuffed one of the rabbits he was harassing. 'Rude.' Before he could get into anymore mischief, Fiver was desummoned and returned to his solitary slot.

The rabbit in Capsule's arms calmed down significantly, now that Fiver's lust was hidden out of sight. He was going to be really pissy later on when she let him out. He only had himself to blame, though. Fiver's behavior in turn made her curious about her owl's, Duke's, mating rituals. The owl often came and went as it pleased, and with her adjusted sleep schedule she could not run around with him to witness his nightly excursions. Too bad for Fiver that he was a monster and not a regular animal…in hindsight, letting a rabbit run free regardless of its status was a pretty horrible idea. It would be a whole different story if Fiver was, say, a Taguel. A Taguel permanently stuck in beast form. SHE NEEDED IT. That need was not so obvious from her expression. Capsule could not afford to have people see her out of character.

Wermut was actually being useful (by doing the one thing he was capable of), and had already tracked down their next batch of monsters to tame, these being the Young Pittered Boars. Capsule remembered the first time she tamed one of those little critters. Sir Hog, as her first was titled, was one greedy porker, so she had had to turn the guy loose at the time. There was no way she would have been able to care for the young boar and its voracious appetite back then; her wallet was very small. This wasn't even including the size factor these boars brought to the table.

The Mut surprised Capsule again with his ability to make simple strategy. Maybe he wasn't so useless after all. 'But why was he so weird around the rabbits?' He couldn't seriously be afraid of them, right? She was tempted to fling the rabbit at him, just to gauge his reaction. "It sounds like suitable strategy to me. Perhaps Tobin can be the main tamer for this group? I think he needs the experience more than I do." She was unsure of what level he was at with his Animal Trainer subclass, but his main level was stuck at "one". She could only think of a few people who neglected their main class in favor of their subclasses. "I can stand back and provide support if necessary; Enchanters are great for restricting movement. Hm. Actually..."

Capsule gestured for Tobin to follow, and swiftly rounded the tree and stepped into the clearing. The dared to move within aggro range of the mother boar, and as quickly as she had moved out into the clearing, Cap backed up to draw the boar away from her young. "Ok - go deal with the babies while Mut and I distract the mother," she said to Caer and Tobin.

She aimed her grimoire at the boar and used her Mind Shock skill, causing the beastie to become disoriented and stagger about. Next came Astral Bind, followed by Astral Torment. While the rest of the group moved into action, Capsule focused on stacking Astral Torment to give the boar a weak poison effect. This was Mut's time to redeem himself.

[Tobin]

(OOC: I ended up just putting this up there because I was spending too much time typing. Enjoy)

HP: 44% MP: 100% Word Count: 1065

The dwarf blessed his intuition for backing off, as he felt for a brief moment a sense of danger from the tenseness in the redheaded enchanter. Couldn't say he blamed her, a broad midget bounding towards anyone would be a terrifying sight. –Last thing I should be doing is getting my head kicked off, that would be a bugger of a way to die, blasted rabbits got me all jumpy… Oh god a pun. –

"It's fine,"

“Ahhh right right, good.”

The dwarf had knelt down beside her while taming the other rabbit, but decided the best course of action was to just glaze it over and do something not socially awkward. The dwarf stared blankly at the carrot he was bestowed to him by the silent spectre that was the school girl samurai. His eyes turned up to glance questioningly at her before he put it gently to the rabbits little nuzzle, and after a few nibbles and the entire carrot disappearing into the void of it’s mouth, it’s status changed from “hostile” to “friendly” in the space of less than 15 seconds.

“Oh. That was easy. Bugger”

He shrugged as he scooped the mammal up after a quick confirmatory glance. He would carry it until it recovered enough to hop on by itself, though he took care to distance himself from the remainder of the mammals.

That being said, it was only really now that it occurred to him that he hadn’t really given any thought to speaking Caer since they had partied up. Partly because she reminded him of one of those glass figures, petite, elegantly designed and deceptively fragile in appearance, and often emitting a presence of relative indifference or to be more precise was very minimalistic in what she seemed say or do, the polar opposite of how he had approached most social situations thus far. –And the polar opposite of her being drunk. Hur hur hur.- Yet at the same time was central to this curious hierarchy for a lot of people. Perhaps she had a secret cult following her every move, a society of secret lollicons that met for every quest. The dwarf glanced again with his light blue eyes, though he could see why since she was quite cute.

-Ehh, feck that, I’m not becoming a bedroom ridden weirdo. Besides, it’s not like I have to talk to people every time I see them… Wait, that sounds like something an anime character would say… -

He internally shrugged as he pushed the absurd theories out of his head as he scanned the treeline. At least to begin with he would likely need to give the youngling boar some sort of incentive to go for him, as most animals; even domesticated ones are ruled by their stomachs over any other agenda. Finally finding what he was looking, he paused in front of an apple tree, perhaps one of the left from the long lost society and, picking up the omnipotent stone, chucked it into the tree. Perhaps it was not all surprising that it wasn’t an effective method of dislodging apples.


“Oh well. Gonna get apples the old fashioned way.” He coughed briefly, this time taking on a obviously put on raspy English accent as he began to narrate his own actions as he put the rabbit down, perhaps to ease the mood created from a damaged male pride. “Today we observe the dwarfshortmaximusass climbing an apple tree to forage for food for his young. Notice the curious climbing action as he grapples the trunk between his extremities much like an awkward hybrid between a spider monkey and a black bear. Having completed his ascent, surprisingly without falling, he will shimmy up onto the branch to retrieve the sweet nec…” This was accompanied a snap as both dwarf and an entire branch fell to the ground as he barely managed to land on all fours, there was a momentarily pause before he continued to talk, plucking several apples off as he did so, passing an apple to anyone who needed it “as I was saying, once the dwarf had successfully dislodged the entire branch, the bitter-sweet nectar would be free for all to take.”

That misadventure aside, he soon arrived and had listened to Sir Robin Wernut and Capsule and nodded. It actually sounded quite plausible, since it allowed them to deal with the mother without a exceedingly high taming check. The dwarf pondered briefly “Or the mother could always be tamed, then we would have bacon and pork scratchings, since wherever the mother goes, the children go.” He paused “then again, I kinda do need that EXP, so maybeh I’m bein’ too thoughtful about this.”

Either way, he was quite happy going for any plan. Though either way, once the mother had been suitably distracted, he would attempt to tame the level 2 boarling by slowly approaching from the front, with one slow stride at a time as he wielded an apple of +1 flavour in each hand, the dwarf’s left hand trembled slightly, betraying a sense of anticipation for something to go wrong.

“Hey there little buddeh, no need ta be afraid, I’m ‘ere to give you the opportunity to get free, easy food, forever.” He whispered, he crept towards it, lacking the sheer levels of other tamers he was weary to keep his hands and head bowed to show he meant no harm. Eventually the dwarf paused a few feet before the little boar, letting it toddle the last few feet to his hand where it sniffed and, perhaps non-too fussy about the quality of the apple it dug in with a snort, though it’s nature continued to remain “indifferent.”, though the name shook periodically

-Come on, catch it!-

He stepped around the side of the boar as it ate, giving his side a good old scatach, the name continued to shake as he did the second best thing to hammering A like a champion.

[PING! You captured Ferial Young Boar!]

“Oh yes. I am on my way to becoming an animal mas… Never mind, I’ll call you Tusker, here’s an apple little fella, or lass.”

He got over his celebration quickly well aware that the time they had was limited, though really even if a level 10 boar came charging back, what was the worst it could actually do to them? Boar them to death?

[Hanelli]

"It's a dog eat dog world." ☒ @0x1dea, Scoria, Kumori ✐ 517 ✉ Sorry for late reply, real-life is just hectic now. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

She was just about to fire off another arrow when the heavens suddenly decided to drench them all with who-knew-how-much water coming from the sky! Her eyes flickered towards the heavens, but it was still this balmy, beautiful shade of light-blue; then where the hell did the sudden torrent come from? Her unasked question was answered a few moments later as a sudden ‘field’ of ice spread from where they stood; she was some distance off, but well within shouting distance. She hadn’t noticed that one of the Weasels they were dealing was one of the ‘anomalies’ that were rumored to exist; and only saw that one of them was doing something…rather crazy (no, make that insane) and she then switched out her weapons; seeing as Oxford had already managed to isolate two of the Weasels from the rest. “Alright, give me a few moments, I just remembered that I have some rope here…” she said, quickly dropping out her kunai—and then unknotting the other end of the rope that was fastened to the weapon itself. She was surprised to see that it had immediately unraveled in her hands and was now just a pure length of rope. Wondering if she could keep it that way, she then headed over to where he had isolated two of the weaker ones as she finally made notice to check her visual display. Great, no way to tell if they’re of the opposite gender… she thought as she quickly fashioned a ‘lasso’ from the other end of the rope and then slowly crept towards the first Weasel, which was now so confused it was chasing its own tail out of shock. “Heh, nice Weasel, good weasel, come on…” she said slowly, inching forward and then managing to slip the ‘lasso’ end over its neck without resistance, since the poor thing had been scared witless due to the sudden ‘weather change’ that had happened not too long ago. Seeing that there was another end of rope that had yet to be used, she then did the same thing and cautiously approached the second weasel; only to hear it hissing in her direction. “Fierce much?” she said to herself, silently crossing her fingers in the back of her mind as she approached it and attempted to slip the ‘noose’ over its neck; and it responded by biting her fingers! “Ouch! Damnit,” she hissed, quickly dodging the snapping jaws of the other Weasel that was now attempting to escape the other end of the noose. After a few moments of struggling, she finally managed to get the other Weasel tied up as well; and then moved over to the approximate ‘middle’ of the entire thing and then gave it a gentle tug. The first Weasel that was chasing its own tail suddenly stopped; while the other one gave her a very dirty look. If the Weasel had digits, it would have flipped the bird in her direction. “Now, how to figure out if you’re of the right gender…” she said, looking over in the general direction of where their other companions were.

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Status: Taming Them with Violence This little excursion had turned out to be quite the party. A party involving dancing and other weird party games like 'Beat the Weasel Unconscious Against the Ground', the hardcore violence-embracing version of 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'. As Scoria sat on the wriggling bag of fur and ice, Oxford turned his attention back to the Level 10s in front of him. Taking advantage of the last bits of Anchor Howl, he sheathed his sword and put his tower shield onto his back. He walked up to the two and grabbed them by the scruffs of their necks, knocking their heads together. They both fell limp, their little tongues hanging out of their mouths as he shook them to make sure they were out cold. The two now sleeping weasels still in his hands, Oxford turned around and saw Hanelli trying to take the other two weasels for a walk with one leash. (How would you even attempt to walk them...) He heard the elf Assassin curse as one of the weasels bit her, the animal giving her a dirty look. Oxford gave the little snot a swift kick in the rump to teach it some manners. "Hey, now. Play nice." The Guardian's kick may have been a little too strong, the first leashed weasel crashing into the second one from the blow. The two tumbled around for a little bit, both of them getting even more ensnared in Hanelli's bonds of domestication. "Ah, jeez. Didn't know that would do a bit of damage." The kick-receiving weasel's health was now in the yellow limits. Oxford would have to make sure he didn't step on thing on the way back, lest he wish to accidentally kill off one of their bounties. Tucking the two weasels underneath his arms, he turned to the rest of the group, the weasel threat successfully pacified. "So, are we ready to go back and rub our spoils in their faces?" The last growls and snarls of the level 41 weasel were the only thing that could be heard as the Guardian waited for someone else to reply or lead the way back. Words: 357 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Scoria Hanelli Kumori

[Kumori]

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Equipment: Cuirass of Shadows | Windsor Antiqua Dagger * 2 Skills: Tags:

: Word Count : 0480 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

First, there was rain. While Ryuu loved the rain, he didn’t like it while he was fighting. It changed several variables, visibility being the most important, at least to the assassin. Balance was another, but his dexterity was high enough to keep him from slipping for the most part and if he did slip, he’d recover quickly. He continued attacking the huge weasel but then… Ice? Again? Scoria really did love his ice. Black ice, brown ice, white ice, you name it. Ice was the name of his game, and Ryuu was apparently playing it whenever Scoria was around. It was an inevitability. Well, this was only the second time they had met, and the first time, while he vaguely remembered what had happened, he remembered that Scoria had laid the ground with a whole mess of ice. Well, when he felt the cool touch of ice at his feet, the ice sucking out the heat from his soul… I mean sole of his shoes. Before he could stand up to navigate towards his target, Kumori was pushed away by Scoria so that he wouldn’t be in the way of Scoria. The large anomaly wasn’t able to chase the assassin properly, now that it couldn’t find its footing. Scoria was brave, as he bagged the level 41 Brier Weasel. It was more likely that it was going to break out after it broke out of its daze. Ryuu went ahead to help him, hoping that Oxford and Hanelli would be able to keep the low level weasels occupied. There was no way that Scoria did nearly enough damage to the thing he held in his bag, and so that allowed Ryuu ample time to approach it and activate [Stealth Strike] and [Assassinate]. With both ready and primed, he went to the bag of Scoria and waited for him to lift the bag, per his instruction. Ryu did not attack through the bag because these were probably the only bags they had. As soon as the Weasel leapt, Ryuu was there to make its finishing blow, especially if the weasel went for Scoria’s face. He partly wished that for other reasons other than strategy, but that was a story for something else. After he sent the weasel to its grave, Ryuu would attempt grabbing the weasels bare-handed and stuff them in the sack that Scoria brought and tie them off until they were able to meet the other four players. Oxford wasn’t high enough in level to do much with his Animal Trainer sub class, and since the ones they were capturing were all level 8 and level 10 weasels, Oxford wouldn’t be able to persuade any of them to join him. “Thanks for the assist Scoria,” he said to him after all the weasels were captured one by one and stuffed into the large sacks Scoria had brought with him. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

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Subclass: Animal Trainer | Skill: [Samurai, in-RP] | Scouting: Young Pittered Boars

The forest sprite was the cutest thing ever what with its liveliness and the fact that it was a humanoid-ish figure that was shorter than Caerbannog. She thought back to that time when she met Pan, the werecat summoner, which was a candidate for ‘cutest thing ever’ in the samurai’s universe. In fact, anything that was shorter than the wolf-hair could be classified as the cutest thing ever. Except the dwarf. Dwarves were always an exception to the rule.

As for Capsule, she seemed to have a bit of a problem with hugs but that was understandable. Because dwarf. If the hugger was the cute little forest sprite, she probably would not have minded. Probably. Before they set off to their next grand adventure deeper into the Greatwoods, Caerbannog noticed that Fiver was unsummoned. The wolf-hair was a bit relieved since their group seemed to be toeing the PG-13 line what with all those bunny thrusts. While they walked on behind Wermut who was thankfully doing his job, she summoned Hrairoo who plopped down his wide bottom on the ground in front of the wolf-hair samurai. The rabbit sniffed at the air, not quite used to being so close to the ground, when a familiar scent made him look around. He thought he’d gotten a whiff of Fiver’s smell which he recognized due to the Sarum quest that their tamers took part in, but all Roo saw were some unfamiliar frenmic rabbits.

The fluffy creature looked around for anyone else aside from Capsule and Caerbannog, anyone with a familiar face but there was none. Roo then glanced up to his tamer and noticed that something else was perched atop the black-haired human. It seemed edible. Did the samurai prepare that meal especially for him? Hrairoo was flattered, so he looked up at Caerbannog with bright, sparkly eyes. The tamer thought that her rabbit was waiting for instructions, so she pointed at Wermut to indicate that the pathfinder needed help. The frenmic rabbit thought that they would have lunch somewhere -that- way, so it ran off towards the other samurai. Much misunderstanding...

The group soon reached their next targets after a brief run-in with an apple tree. It was hit and run over by the dwarf thus the tree had no choice but to yield its fragrant fruits. Caerbannog accepted the dwarf’s offering of the shiny red thing which she then tossed to Hrairoo, who in turn forgot all about the delicious lettuce on his tamer’s head and focused on the apple which he rolled around as they walked on. When they chanced upon a family of boars, Capsule rider-changed to Battle Capsule and Missus Caerbannog thought that the enchanter looked super awesome just then. The samurai resolved not to fight that day though, so that resolve was tested when the dwarf tamed the baby boars.

The young pittered boar which was tamed by Tobin (I got that right) was soon followed by its sibling who was equally greedy and curious. The boarlings momentarily warmed up to the dwarf until something in the tall grass made them run behind a tree. While Wermut and Capsule dealt with the mama boar, Hrairoo had been patrolling the surrounding area as he rolled his apple around and the frenmic rabbit almost choked at what he saw. A twisted expression of panic and just outright DANGER DANGER DANGER formed on the rabbit’s face, one that Caerbannog immediately noticed. The tall grass swayed and a familiar swishy tail complete with some tell-tale vines appeared. Having an idea as to what creature that was, the samurai calmly walked over to the dwarf and patted his back with her left hand.

Then, without as much as a warning, the girl was surrounded by a crackle of lightning armor which might seem familiar to Wermut. It was the samurai skill Denkosekka. Despite her stature, Caerbannog had all sixty levels of brute power and with that, she lifted the shorter but wider dwarf overhead. She noted that he felt kinda like a fleshy square. The girl then began to spin the dwarf around using her ace move Mawarufuusen or some dwarven version thereof. She spun the square faster until the Level 46 Brier Weasel was pulled out of hiding and when it bared its fangs at Caerbannog, she threw the fleshy square weapon at its face.

“ WEASEL! RUUUUN! “

OOC Notes: I tagged people involved in this post.
Word Count: 720	Tags: Fallash Tobin Capsule Scoria

[Scoria]

[Scoria]

Scoria was literally too tired to actually pay attention to what the rest of the party was doing. It wasn't like the RPer himself was tired and writing a post late at night. He had read all the posts beforehand and properly acknowledged all of them. The simple truth was that Scoria was wresting a creature four times his level, so he had no time to pay attention to Hanelli or her weasel games. She wanted to be a lone Texas ranger, more power to her. Scoria was currently trying not to die. And although it would have really been amusing to capture the level 41 weasel and then drop it on the Lander, Scoria both knew that the chances of keeping it tamed were exceedingly low and that Kumori would probably have his head. "No harassing the Landers you're evil blahblahblah" something like that.

As it turned out, however, the only one to help him out of his current predicament was, in fact, Kumori. Hanelli and Oxford had managed to wrangle together a grand total of four weasels, most likely by some sort of devious cheating method, and now Kumori was aiming to help him. Scoria was almost more surprised that Kumori didn't make some speech about reckless endangerment or something either. So he just waited and tried to keep the weasel from eating his face until Kumori gave the signal, releasing a shivering, soaked, angry weasel into the world. Kumori then released it from the world and that was that, leaving the druid to thaw the ice. "Same to you." Kumori wasn't getting much more than that. Scoria was internally a little relieved that his so-called "level-independent tactics" hadn't fallen straight on their face, but now wasn't the time for that. It seemed they were heading back.

Probably a good thing they had four weasels, because it was obvious the other group was going to have at least two rabbits and two boars. Still, Scoria let the storm pass and brought out the sun once more, nodding to Oxford. About time they headed back, was it. At least no one was throwing undergarments at him.

A l r a u n e

neep. That was an interesting word. Alraune turned her head to look at Capsule curiously, innocently inquiring with her expression. As if she didn't know what it meant. She totally did. She just giggled and laughed and gave Capsule a thumbs up as she waited around, looking left to right to left. Oh wait, she wanted an apple. The forest sprite reached out for one of those fruits as well, grabbing one and quietly munching the fruit. Apples were good and everyone who tried to feed Alraune probably knew it. Apples were pretty high on the forest sprite's list of tasty fruits. Tobin's narration was funny and all, but apples were far too distracting for her to pay any more than marginal attention. Right up until Wermut spoke up. In response, Alraune did something she probably shouldn't have done. She repeated what Capsule had said.

"No, you incompetent neep. I do what I want!" The first part of the sprite's words were said in a way that mimicked the way Capsule had spoken, but the second half was mostly a natural statement about how rebellious she was. And that was that. It wasn't like she was really following anyone's orders (except maybe Auntie's), so telling her not to do what she wanted wasn't going to be okay. The sprite would have slapped Wermut in the face, but she was more mature than that. Instead, she just kept an eye out and more or less ignored everyone while they did their own thing. There was a new rabbit that was hopping about and then lightning! Oh that was probably kind of bad. The forest sprite vacated the ride that was Caerbannog before watching Tobin get thrown towards what looked like a super strong weasel. "Happy Turtle!" She wasn't going to stand for that. The forest sprite ran headlong towards Happy Turtle, activating her pollen ability and shoving the dwarf up on its feet as fast as she could manage. "Gogogogo!"

Once the dwarf was on his feet, the sprite hightailed it out of there as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, spreading her slowing pollen behind her on each step. The longer the sprite was in the back of the party, the slower and slower the weasel would get, unless it had some magical ability to straight up ignore her AoE slows. Well, she was running with her hands in the air, spreading pollen behind her. Once, the weasel got really close, and her hands changed from open palms to double middle fingers. Off they went then.

[Fallash]

Wermut was rather astonished by the pixie’s sudden cursing, and almost spoke aloud against it before he nodded in agreement towards Capsule. His original plan was that he would take care of the Boar himself, especially since he didn’t have any abilities that generated more aggro, but he couldn’t disagree with the Enchanters idea. He just hoped that the boar wouldn’t aim for her, and would instead target him. However he wouldn’t have any time to breath as Capsule immediately initiated on the Pittered Boar. Damn it! Wermut yelled in his head; the Enchanter hadn’t give him any time to generate some threat. Absent-mindedly he ignored the Dwarf all together, and went straight for the adult boar. Tobin probably had more use for the apple than he did.

Wermut ran in between the Boar and Capsule, blocking it’s initial attempt to charge her, despite it being only able to move a single meter. He immediately used [Ace Move - Kabutowari], yelling the name as he struck the boar. The damage was small, but it was certainly larger than the slight damage over time the Enchanter had attached to it, causing the boar to shift it’s attention to him briefly. After using the move, he sidestepped the Boar’s wild swing and used Capsule to flank the beast. If it wanted to aim at the Enchanter, it would have to take the time to turn around and aim for her, which Wermut wouldn’t let it do, making sure to swing his sword at it constantly just to keep it’s attention. He took a couple hits from the boar immediately after each swing, putting him at 72% health, but he paid no mind to it. He was sure that the other’s would not let him die, but he became worried when he heard Caerbannog yell to run.

Run? Caerbannog was level 60, why would they need to run? He glanced over to see what was happening, and all he saw was Tobin slam into the weasel, followed by the rest of the group running. His attention turned towards the boar, and he immediately sidestepped it’s charge, forcing it to slam into the tree. Wermut still had the ability to use Chain 2, if not for a few more seconds, and he immediately bolted at the Weasel. “Capsule, follow the others. I’ll be behind you shortly.” The moment he reached the disoriented weasel, he used his Chain 2 and yelled a phrase as he took a stance that Caerbannog, if she had seen him use it, would recognize. “Ace Move, Shunsen!” He swung his blade at the Weasel, slashing it directly across it’s chest and doing minimal damage. Damage wasn’t his goal with the slash, keeping the weasel at bay was. The slash left behind a vacuum of wind, and after the one second animation time, he immediately turned to run with the group as they fled.

He had immediately forgot about the mother boar, and the Enchanter Capsule. After all, he was not used to groups of more than two.

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Health: 72%
Mana: 64%
Extra: If you notice that I missed something in my post, let me know in a PM or on the cbox/in Skype. I was a bit rushed by parents to go eat. If you do, I would be very grateful.
P.S. Sorry for running off on ya Cappy. :3

[Tobin]

(OOC: Forgive me if I missed anything, my mind is preoccupied with exams coming up. If anything seems too stupid, just prod me in a pm and I’ll alter it)
HP: 3% MP: 100 Word count: 785


He felt a firm pat on his back as he saw the rustling in the bushes, and as he cast a glance sideway at the now super saiyan powered up dog-girl, he started to turn as if to go, when a more reaffirming grip lifted him off his feet. As this happened, a gentle, uplifting melody was played in the background to compliment the insanity;www.youtube.com/watch?v=ig4fUOBwsbU The world became a blur to him as he spun around.

“Well, I just be steppin’ aside and lettin’ ya high le…. Wait, Cear! What the feck you doin’?! I’M AN DANGERED SPECIES! WEEE LASSIE NOOOOO!!!”

If he had been prepared and of a decent level it might have been a beautiful tag team move, he could have been flung into an epic drop kick, he would scream out a random Asian phase that would drastically expand his airtime, before colliding with the creature wrapped in lightning and flame as he drop kicked the creature at the speed of light into the orbit of the nearest star. It would have been as majestic as a hippogriff taking flight for the first time.

The actual toss was somewhat less graceful as she twisted around in a hurricane throw, the square rapidly becoming a blur as even his -flail- wasn’t practically effective, wrapped up in Cear lightning aura as he spun faster and faster. Then, with a screech as she let go, she released the dwarf at the corius at the -locked on- target, arms spread wide as he -rapid spun- towards the target with a constant uproar, colliding with the rodent with a resounding body slam.

Now, normally the level 46 weasel would have scratched, slashed and generally crunched this newbies ass into fainting. However, it was -paralysed- in sheer terror, face to face with a –fly-ing dwarf making an extremely, scary face, or perhaps it was his natural face. Naturally, they screamed at each other, that even the distraction party could see this terrifying sight charge past them like a rolling thunderbolt of dwarf and fur. If a dwarf offering an embrace was terrifying, this would be a nightmare that most couldn’t sleep through without counialling.

“GAHHHHHHHHAHHHH TEAM ROCKETS BLASTTINGGGG OFFFFF AGAINNNNN.”

He flung the weasel out blindly as he sped past the party, creating a sandstorm in his wake as he rolled out of the clearing, eventually stopped by a resounding slam against the hardened bark of a tree, the hostile mammal had continued travelling a fair Rock Throws away.

“Why… The -hurricane throw-…”

He coughed up a sharp, coppery tang as he rasped out. Though it may have been leftovers of the drinks, due to the distinctive, two tone ringing in his ears he could only assume he was in a crippled position, one could say even in the red. He grunted and attempted to rise on his right arm only to collapse on his face as his arm gave out under him, his vision was also blurry and unfocused as if someone in the graphics department had deciding smearing grease all over the lens was an accurate depiction of concussion. -Broken… Gonna need a full restore for this one, damn girl- As he rose again using his left arm as a support, he felt a slight pressure in his back as the fairy caught up with him with its high pitched chatter, again finally aware of the dancing of the soft lime green pollem around him. Having not fallen asleep, there was only 3 other powder it could be.

“Hey there little one… I thought ya were meant ta be savin’ your mana…” He paused as his mouth dropped momentarily, having finally noticed that less than less than 20 foot away, a very irritated mammal was picked up speed, in the low yellow and still enraged. The immediate response was to run, scrabbling on his hand and knees as he bolted after the trail. “Never mind, ya have right idea, run!”


Even if the hobbling had been in his best condition however he would be no match for the speed of a weasel, his left leg gave way under him several times as he scrambled and though slowed, the weasel was much too strong to be immediately put down by a bit of -paralyzing powder- he was disorientated, still spinning from the toss. He was even starting to consider facing it down when a second tall figure dashed past him and delayed the creature further. Due to the height difference, he knew it definitely wasn’t Cear.

“Thanks, Wurmut… Glad ya finally had protein”

Perhaps he would have used his correct name, if he wasn’t already bricking it and in need for a trip at the Pokémon centre.

[Capsule]

Muse:
Run

Notes:
Nichts.

Tags:
@dindeen, Tobin & Fallash

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While Tobin tackled the young boars, Capsule worked in tandem with Wermut to keep the mother boar distracted. It was only a level ten monster, and she could have finished it off on her own if necessary. Her spells may have lacked in offensive powers, but she still had her level ten blade and magical bolt shooting grimoire. Mut, being a low level, could use the fighting experience more, though. He seemed to be faring well against the beast (for now, anyway). Capsule found herself more concerned about the Alraune; the little sprite was picking up on bad language from the would be father figure, which could turn out to be disastrous if Scoria disapproved. Seriously; good job corrupting youth, Capsule.

She briefly looked away from the fight to check on Tobin's process, and saw that the dwarf had succeeded in taming the young pittered boars. They were apparently too greedy for their own good. 'Not a bad job, though.' It reminded her of her first time (wink) taming a monster. The boar she'd tamed was equally as greedy and easily manageable, as long as she continued to stuff its face with copious amounts of food. Her interest was soon diverted to something unexpected and grossly unwanted: a certain mustelid with a tail layered in thorny vines. Normally this would not be much of an issue, but this freaking Brier Weasel was over the level of forty - no, scratch that; it was a level forty six Brier Weasel.

Capsule gave an audible gulp at the sight. There was no way in hell she could tackle that creature on her own, and was certain beyond a doubt that Tobin and Wermut would die if they were to engage it. "Shit." Caerbannog had flashed with what looked like lightning, and then lifted the dwarf into the air to lure the weasel further out of hiding. This was all very confusing to Capsule, who was uncertain if she was merely dreaming or watching a real live scene. As poor Tobin had just been thrown onto the weasel, Capsule hoped this was not reality. She pinched herself to be sure, but Wermut and Caer's orders to run pretty much confirmed her suspicions. They had the boars and the bunnies they needed, so it was time to boogie on out of here.

Wermut, who supposedly was going to distract the boar to give her ample time to escape, ended up fleeing with the rest of them after shouting out and using a skill (seriously, who did that?) - oh shit. That fool was going for the weasel. Lol ok Mut. Ok. She did not need to look to see if his little assault worked. She could have slowed it down with Thorn Bind Hostage or something, but the Alraune had their backs. The little sprite strayed close to Tobin and the weasel, sending up spores all the while. After shooing the dwarf onto his feet, she followed the rest of the party, staying close to the rear and denying the weasel an opportunity to catch up.

There was no telling what the aggro range on that thing was, but hopefully it did not extend too far. Capsule could only run so much for so far, and was forced to come to a stop a few minutes later to catch her breath. Of all things they had to run into… Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and her sides were aching from gasping for air. "Bah." She tarried a little longer to wait for the tail gaters of the party - Tobin, Wermut and the Alraune - before forcing herself to continue on. They had their share of the animals, so it was only natural that they should move back to where the Lander who had given this quest resided. The others should be along shortly, provided all went well.

Capsule, however, was blissfully unaware of the troubles the other party was facing with their weasels. She smoothed down some nonexistent wrinkles outside of her cloak, and frowned when she spied the little lapin face peeking up at her from her feet. ...She had completely forgotten about the rabbit she had tamed before the boar ordeal, but it apparently had not forgotten about her. "Hello there, little guy." The rabbit stood up on its rear legs and braced its front paws against her leg. It was lucky to have avoided been run over or taken hostage by the weasel, which she had a feeling was teasing the rabbit with the "Swiggity swooty, I'm coming for that booty" phrase.

She leaned down and scooped the bunny up into her arms, where it would be safe from the horrors of being stepped on or snatched up by bigger predators. The rabbit's body trembled a bit as it snuggled between Capsule's chest and her grimoire. "Don't worry - I've got you~." Why were animals so much better than people?

[Hanelli]

"It's a dog eat dog world." ☒ @0x1dea, Kumori, Scoria, @dindeen ✐ 536 ✉ Weasels acquired. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Since her right pointer finger was still smarting (due to the Weasel biting it earlier) Han then hissed at the two Weasels that she was now trying to drag along, but not before Oxford came over an gave a sharp kick to the one that had taken a bite out o her. In the back of her mind, she was snickering like hell, simply because from the way he’d kicked them, it looked like he’d scored a hit on their nuts; and the two were now amicable, if somewhat tied up and she was now trying to pull them along. “Come on now, you two. We can’t keep the Lander waiting too long. Be nice,” she added in a stern warning tone towards the other Weasel (the one with the yellow Health bar) since it was looking like it wanted to kill something, notably the other Weasel that was on the other end of the rope she was pulling along. She then remembered that he’d knocked the other two Weasels together, and then gave Oxford a thumbs-up sign along with a grin. Now the problem was bringing them over to where Ox had headed; since he’d dropped off the other two into a sack that meant she’d have to release them into said sack as well. She then approached the dour-looking Druid who had a sack that had the other two Weasels, and slowly she undid the knot holding the first one, and unceremoniously dropped the creature inside. Once she’d done the same to the second Weasel as well (at the cost of some scratches on her hands) she then coiled up the length of rope and then dropped it back into her Inventory. She then decided to inform Caer about what had just transpired; and sent these short words, “Itachis acquired. Hope they’re not all males though…” she said in the brief message which she then sent the Samurai’s way, hoping that she got the short transmission. Now that they’d already done their part, she was just about to ask what they were going to do next; however she decided against it, and then instead decided to talk with Oxford via the telepathic method which was much faster since they were on each others’ Friends list. She then took a deep breath before composing this message and sending it to him, “Hey… is it just me, or Kumori and the Druid don’t really like each other? Don’t alarm them, let’s just talk via this method, it’s more private anyways,” and then looking in the Guardian’s direction, hoping that he got the message and that she didn’t startle the hell out of him in any way, shape or form whatsoever. It may be just me but yeah, those two scream animosity towards each other… she thought to herself, looking ever-so-carefully at Kumori, then at the Druid, and then back to Kumori once again. She then wiped down her bleeding fingers on her armor; and as ramshackle as it was, the bloodied effect added to the worn look that the armor was presenting. Heh, I really need new armor after this… she continued to herself, waiting for some signal to get moving so that they could return.

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HP: 100% MP: 100% Oxford promptly dumped the two slumping weasels into one of Scoria's super awesome Sack of Holding Things, returning Hanelli thumbs-up and grin with thumbs-up of his own (which also came with a side order of grinning). He held open the bag for her as she deposited her own weasel bounties into it as well, bringing the sack lump count to four. Hanelli's two lumps wriggled around while Ox's just sat there like a couple of unattractive warts. After weird phrasings to describe the sack's imagery had been established, Oxford closed the opening of the sack, tieing the top of it into a knot so the little bastards couldn't get free. Air holes weren't needed. Those would create another opening for them to potentially escape out of, and Ox wasn't really planning on doing any wild weasel chases. The Guardian was dusting off his hands when a display on his HUD suddenly popped up, nearly startling the bejeezus out of him. It was from Hanelli, of all the people. He cast a questioning glance at Hanelli after receiving the message notice, but when he saw the look on her face, he understood and clicked on the confirmation button. He tried not to laugh out loud as he composed his message, having a little bit of fun at other people's expense. "Nah, they actually really like each other. They're both too murderously tsundere to admit their feelings towards one another. Just give them some room, and they'll get things sorted out soon enough." He added a little laughing face at the end of his message because why the hell not. Nothing says sarcasm like a little picture of a spherical disembodied head laughing its non-existent ass off. He watched Hanelli with a mischievious grin on his face as he hit the 'Send' button, hoping to get a kick out of how the elf Assassin would react to his reply. Grabbing the essential (yet wriggling) Sack of Holding Things, he tossed it over his shoulder with ease thanks to his level 36 bod. The weasels let out a yelp as they hit Oxford's plate armored back, the hard metal not making for a comfortable cushion for them. Hopefully, the two loving haters would realize that it was time to go back to the meeting point and not time to hatefully flirt. Words: 388 OOC Notes: -- Tags: Hanelli Scoria Kumori

[Kumori]

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Well, now that they finally had all the weasels, he figured he’d let the other team find the boars too, as it was probably tons easier to find them than it was to find the weasels. He watched as Hanelli prepared a message. He assumed it was for Kyuu, but he never actually knew who it was for. After everyone was settled, Ryuu began activating his [Eagle Track] in order to find his footseps and backtrack. As soon as he discovered them, he began leading the way back to the man’s hut so that he could have his weasels. He honestly hoped that at least one of them was of a different sex, but it would be impossible for him to tell as he had no background in such things. Ryuu waved his hand for everyone to follow him back to the camp. “Is there anything else we need to do? I know the fastest way to the quest giver,” he said to them. He looked around, making sure there weren’t too many creatures around there so they could waltz through with no problems. He then looked over at Hanelli who had been staring at both him and Scoria. He shrugged and wanted to enquire about it, but it was probably a minor detail that it probably didn’t need addressing. Scoria and Kumori didn’t like each other, but at least they could work together in one party. “We should get going soon, though, if we want to meet the rest of the group there at the same time,” he informed party so that they did not seem to be lost or unaccounted for when they took roll call. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt: