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

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

The wolf-hair felt as if she’d been running forever or just for a long time, maybe around six days, when a call came in from Hanelli. She said that their party acquired itachis, and for a moment, Caerbannog imagined a young man dressed in black and red with an emo look on his face behind the assassin’s group. Oh wait, she meant itachi as in weasels. The samurai managed to reply, “ We got one too! “ but that was that and her attention went back to the chase. She looked around for her rabbit and noticed him running behind some trees; the girl toggled the creature’s monster slot and unsummoned him to get him out of harm’s way. Unfortunately, she could not do the same with Tobin or the Alraune.

With Denkosekka active, Caerbannog was able to run ahead but halfway through the chase, she turned back towards the weasel. She noticed that the mother boar had run off, possibly due to the confusion, but the baby boars which Tobin somehow successfully scouted still ran after the dwarf. Capsule went ahead and Wermut soon ran past the samurai, to her relief. When the dwarf and forest sprite came close enough, the wolf-hair reset her current ace move chain. Her fist glowed a bright red and she punched the ground with the use of Zantetsuken. The earth opened up and swallowed the incoming brier weasel which could not evade due to the sprite’s skill. For good measure, Caerbannog used a second chain Dokuganryu so that the weasel would be trapped for a while in a dark pit. That lack of mobility and visibility should be able to reset the mob’s Hate, she thought.

After the eventful chase, the half-party reached the gates of Londenium where they were directed by the lander Daniella to a nearby farm. It was very small but neatly arranged; the land and the animals seemed to be well taken care of. An old man walked up to the group of four and inspected the creatures which they brought along. Worried, Caerbannog walked up to the Alraune, picked up and spun around the baby to check if she was in good condition. Nothing says “I’m a-okay!” than a few spins in the arms of a wolf-hair samurai.

OOC Notes: I tagged people involved in this post. You may RP the gender of your captured animals.
Word Count: 375	Tags: Fallash Tobin Capsule Scoria

[Scoria]

Alraune and Scoria both were back on a crash course for each other at this point. The sprite, having helped the rest of the party escape danger and having nodded and flashed thumbs-ups to both Capsule and Tobin, giggled and let out a peal of laughter at being pullled up into the air by Speedy Turtle. Auntie was the best. Auntie was the best~ The forest sprite ran in circles around the area now that everyone had gotten out of that mess safely, watching the horizon. The familiar was basically done paying attention to anyone that wasn't Auntie, especially that one weird guy who yelled out attack names and stuff. Weirdo.

Scoria, on the other hand, was basically shooting a dirty look at Hanelli and Oxford. Were they... fraternizing? First of all. Fiiiiiiirst of all, Scoria had been pretty sure that Kumori had been eyeing Hanelli earlier, so Ox, that totally wasn't cool. No matter how much swag you had. Anyway all the weasels had been captured. Something like that. They were heading back now, probably. He didn't even have to do any work, so Ox and his Level 36 bod could do all the work for him. Perfect. Scoria turned right around and headed back to the Lander, following Kumori if the assassin had a faster path. Eventually, they'd show up, and Scoria would be met with a charging Alraune.

Who he sidestepped, letting the sprite fall straight on her face. The forest sprite was completely unfazed though and got right back up to tackle Scoria's leg. "Hey, turtle! Hey, hey, did you know Fire Turtle... she likes BOOKS." So much for that secret. Well, considering that Scoria had actually gone ahead and made the woman a grimoire to begin with... Scoria glanced down at Alraune and raised an eyebrow, crouching and listening to what else the sprite had to say. Something about culture and books and such. He'd revisit the topic later. For now, he just glanced at Capsule with that glare of his and an arched eyebrow. A murmered "is that so" was overtaken by more commentary from the sprite a moment after. "Also you know Speedy Turtle Auntie. She's super strong and nice and cool and I really like her!" Scoria glanced over at Caer and nodded his head in quiet thanks. He made a quick assumption that the Samurai had kept his familiar relatively safe, and for that, Caer had a small measure of Scoria's gratitude. "Is that so...? Me too." Standing back up to his full height, he hesitated to let the sprite hang out with Caer further. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Samurai (it was partially that, actually). He didn't know Caerbannog that well and Alraune really seemed to like these other people. A lot more than she liked him, at the very least. He didn't want to let the sprite go so easily.

After all, there was a chance the sprite simply wouldn't come back.

Well, he was mostly just standing around, since he didn't have any Landers to talk to. He wasn't holding a sack either, and Alraune was back at his side, so there didn't seem to be any particular... "Tobin. You are going to a healer next." It wasn't a request or an order, it was a simple statement of fact. Tobin was going to a healer. That was final. If anything tried to reject this particular statement of truth, the tone of Scoria's voice spoke simply in saying that the druid would crush it. Even if Tobin had no money, Scoria would pay out of his own pocket. No one walked around with that little health, especially not out here next to some animals. The forest sprite at the druid's side nodded, as if affirming that Scoria's statement was true and valid. At any rate, it looked like their little party adventure would be disbanding shortly.

[Tobin]

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It was probably just as well that he hadn’t noticed timbering boars following him, otherwise he probably would have been tempted to throw one of them at the oncoming mob. By the time he eventually noticed, they had put a healthy distance between him and the mob and paused momentarily to pick the two boars up, one under each arm, before he continued to run slightly behind the party.

“Don’t ya worry bacon bits! I will save ya!” yeah, it was probably a good thing they responded to emotion and not words, not yet. When the samurai hurtled past him he didn’t look back until he felt a shudder, only glancing back in time to see the mammal disappear in the hole with a squeal before being sealed in. only to witness the mob disappear into hole in maw in the ground. The dwarf paused his face a distinct shade of red by the time she caught up.

“Couldn’t ya do that earier?- ” Regardless of what reply he received, it would likely only be replied with an exasperated sigh, the colour faded from his face as he accepted his destiny as lightweight entertainment. “nevermind”

The remainder of the journey was fairly uneventful, though he managed to find the strength to life a thumb and wink back to the spite. It was really not much surprise that he remained at the back of the party, a limp evident from his low hp making regeneration a slow process. He sighed, struggling to kneel down as he turned towards the two pigs, nuzzling another apple under their nose to distract them before wrapping his hands under them to rub their belles, only having a glance to check their genders, speaking softly to them t in a sing song voice to gently reassure them. -A boy and a girl, how awfully convenient.- Though like all games of pokemon no one was likely to be concerned about the ethics of inbreeding families.

“Well my little friends this is goodbye, but don’t be worryin. I’ll be back to see you soon. Grow up big and strong, and make many baconlites. You will be feeding the future of this nation.”

It was then he led them into the farm entrance where they left his ownership forever and trotted in. He sighed as without a bicycle it would probably take three months at the earliest to see the fruits of their labours today, and perhaps the ironry of calling the girl Tusker.

“Well, that went alright, what da ya lads and lasses think? Glad I managed to tame somethin’ in the end”

The dwarf left the question hanging in the air as his weary, blurred gaze settled on the ground. Well, aside from the fact that Tobin took all the agro and was somehow still barely alive.

"Tobin. You are going to a healer next."

His gaze flickered up towards the druid from the returning second party and he couldn’t help but let a soft laugh leave his throat, so winded that the bright blue gaze of the tattooed dwarf failed to settle anywhere in particular as he reached out his left arm to the little one (not Caer) and lightly patted her on the head, smiling warmly as he massaged the foliage that he believed represented hair. “Trust meh, it’s a long storeh, but needless to say, ya little child saved meh twice today. She’s a really good gurl,” He turned briefly towards his comrades, and nodded “well, I’m gonna get fixed up, I’ll remain in da party till reward is distributed. Hav’a good day ya-all!”

At this point the dwarf would amble off in the direction of town, presumably in the druids company to make sure he actually made it to a capable healer. Though if he did, he would proceed to show the druid the little game he had taught her.

“Hey little one, up above! Down below! Your to…-Snap- Oh.”

The Sprite had easily pre-empted his movement and had lashed out with childlike glee, fracturing his left wrist in the most epic of high fives. He stared at it blankly and chucked, it probably was a good thing that due to the nights of free drinking, he had enough money to pay for the high healer’s fee.

“They really do grow up too quickly.”

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[Capsule]

Muse:
Electricity

Notes:
/shuffles out

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@dindeen, Tobin & Fallash

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The quest was slowly wrapping up as both divisions of the party made their way back to the starting point. Capsule, still cradling the now soothed Frenmic Rabbit in her arms, walked over to the Lander who had given the quest, and handed over her share. "This is the female rabbit. Try to keep the male and female separate outside of planned breeding, all right?" She didn't know if the Lander was familiar with the ways of rabbits or not, but still felt that it was important to give her two cents, just as a precaution. "Male rabbits have a problem with saying no, and unless the female can fight them off and escape, they will corner her and have their way until she's dead from fighting or exhaustion, and that's just no good for what you have in mind. You should also keep the mother and her kittens - as young rabbits are called - from the males, lest a fight ensues." The Lander nodded as she relocated the doe to a small kennel.

Capsule was no expert on rabbits, though she had learned enough from reading Watership Down and some studying of rabbits in the wild and habitats. They were not as cute and cuddly as you would think, and even a tamed rabbit could give you a nasty set of scratches with one powerful kick of their strong hind legs. The only disappointment came from their relatively small size (excluding the larger breeds that could be found in the United Kingdom or Germany). If creatures like Fire Emblem's Taguels existed in this world, she would be glad to find and tame one. A rabbit-like beast that size would stand a better chance of fighting off monsters and protecting its master.

A small flame of excitement danced in Capsule's eyes as she mulled it over. Her Animal Trainer skill was now a little higher, thanks to completing this quest, and with the reveal of the level twenty one skill for her RP subclass, she did not have to worry about "ditching" Fiver for another monster. She had room for a second, and this skill made taming already docile or friendly monsters that much easier. The only question was what would she tame next. It clearly had to be something that could put up a decent fight or defense. 'Eh, I have plenty of time to worry about that later,' she thought as she turned away from the Lander...and immediately spotted Scoria and his Alraune with their heads together. She could only imagine what the sprite was passing on to Scoria, and did not want to be around for the fall out.

The redhead's already pale face blanched when Scoria threw her a glare and an arched eyebrow. 'Oh shit.' The man may have been a Druid and far below in levels, but she was no overconfident fool. She gave a small sigh of relief when he turned his eyes away from her and to Tobin, which was just the distraction she needed. If there was conflict to be had, it was likely to occur when she next went to him for a grimoire upgrade. The man was the only scribe (aside from the underleveled Indy) she knew. Hopefully she would not be chewed out too badly.

The Enchanter paused long enough to spare a the returning members a quick glance before scuttling off. There had only been three strangers amongst the group. Tobin seemed all right, Wermut she was still on the fence about, and Hanelli she knew little of asides from the senses could tell. Everyone else was more or less competent / not a pain in the ass. If these were the kind of people fate continued to toss in her direction, she might be able to survive in this world. Maybe.

[Hanelli]

"Herpaderp." ☒ Kumori, @0x1dea ✐ 540 ✉ Gender check time! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Han had a feeling that they were pretty much done; and so she chose to follow the footsteps of her fellow party members. They eventually ended up back where they had started; and now it was ‘judgment time’… the time to check if the Weasels they’d brought back were of the appropriate gender or not. Wondering just how this was going to be done, she then stopped and thought for a few moments, before remembering that the male species always had their balls sticking out in one way or another; whereas the female version was pretty much ‘unblemished’… with some exceptions to the rule. She then watched as the other half began regrouping and then the ‘genders’ of the animals they’d brought were being examined. There was nothing else for it; she then walked over to the sack that Scoria had apparently dropped off near the Lander (since he did not specify where he placed the sack, so Han is just going with what she sees in his post) and then opened up the top; before dragging out the first Weasel she could get her hands on. The irony here was that it was the same Weasel that had taken a bite out of her finger; but thankfully the trip back had mellowed it down somewhat, so she held her breath and flipped it around; and was surprised to see that it wasn’t struggling like it was earlier. She also knew that they had to check where the tail-end portion was, so cringing internally (for the sake of doing something this… unbelievable) she then yanked it upside and then took a look at it; wondering if the ‘male having balls and female being unmarked’ held true for this particular species. At first, she saw nothing… and then, upon further inspection, she saw that this Weasel she was holding had something a bit off about it; not to mention the very musky, if somewhat strong, odor wafting from its rear side. So you’re already trying to procreate?! She thought, gagging internally; before saying to nobody in particular, “Male,” and then handing it off to the Lander that was now looking at her with this weird, unexplainable look on her face as she passed the first Weasel off on him. She then reached in for another random Weasel, muttering all the while. This is disgusting, this is disgusting, this is disgusting… she thought to herself as she then proceeded to examine the Weasel she had in her hand in detail; due to the scent of the musk that the first Weasel had excreted, it was going to be tricky to determine if this one was also male or female… after a few more moments, she saw that this one, too, had something dangling from its extremities; and she scoffed. “Ugh, another male…” she said to nobody in particular; before handing it to the bemused-looking Lander who was now watching Han go through the sack of Weasels that they’d brought back. What… what if they’re all male?! She thought, shaking her head as she then eyed the sack with a suspicious glance, hoping against hope that it wasn’t so; otherwise they’d have to go back and get a female one all over again!

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NO RETURNS, NO REFUNDS

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 224 Tags: Scoria Hanelli Kumori Notes: Exit post.

To save time and effort and to prevent another trip back into the woods, the other two turned out to be female. Oxford had already pulled the other two out of the sack by their tails, the weasels wriggling as the Guardian checked their gender. "Good, no return trips back to the woods." That means that the level forty-something-or-other had been fifth wheeling on a double date. Poor over-leveled bastard couldn't find a mate that could meet its level. He handed the weasels over to the Lander, wondering if their group would end up getting a little bit of an extra reward since they managed to bring back twice the amount of weasels that were required. Oxford dusted his hands off, glad to be rid of the annoying beasts. He turned to look at the condition of the other animal capturing party. Everybody seemed to be in good shape, except for the dwarf. Seriously, his health was so dangerously low, you could probably send him back to the Abbey with just a poke of your finger. Maybe even a hard sneeze. Now that the quest was essentially over, the Guardian pulled out his tower shield and drove it into the ground, using it as a support as he leaned against it. He let out a big yawn, tired and hungry from the day's efforts.

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[Fallash]

Running faster and faster, he managed to catch up to the rest of the half-party. Passing Caerbannog, he started to slow down. Was she going to fight it? One side hoped she would, as it might be fun to fight along her side, but his other side just begged them to keep running. Thankfully, he listened to the other side, and kept running. It took a Tobin stopping, and turning around for Wermut to notice something was going on. By the time he turned, Caerbannog was standing up, and the Weasel was gone. All that was left, was a strange looking hole in the ground, covered in black smoke. Was that her doing? Wermut shuddered at the thought, before joining the group as they escorted the boarlings and demons back to the lander.

The quest seemed to finally be ending, and he was glad that his knack for finding enemies had been rather useful. Once the side of the group Wermut was part of reached the quest giver, he couldn’t help but be thankful that Caerbannog had chosen him to be a part of her group. Less people for him to meet, not that he didn’t mind meeting others. Wermut watched as each person delivered their animals, smiling as Tobin delivered his, becoming alert as Capsule handed the bunnies over, and then chuckling as Hanelli had handed over the weasels. Thank goodness the bunnies were gone though, Wermut still had flashbacks whenever he saw one. This image seemed to also attach itself to Capsule, as when he looked at her all he could think of was ‘bunny lady,’ and this caused him to stand as far from her as possible but still be a part of the group. However it wasn’t long before the enchanter pulled her presence from the group, and wandered her own way.

Surprisingly, the scariest, and meanest looking person of the group was the first one to mention that Tobin needs a healer. Of course the Dwarf needs a healer! He was just thrown at a high level weasel! Wermut calmed himself down in his own head as he realized that Scoria wasn’t anywhere near when that happened. “No thanks to a certain someone.” He shot an accusatory glance at Caerbannog before smiling. The other Samurai had some explaining to do. Explaining that he would demand on a later date.

Wermut couldn’t help but take notice to the Guardian that had practically stabbed his shield into the ground, and was now using it as a resting point. “Does he normally do that?” Wermut spoke his thoughts aloud, not actually expecting a response before turning around, heading back into the field. “I’m heading off. Being around you high levels makes me want to train more.” He smiled to the group as he left, but then his smile deadened when his eyes met Caerbannog. “Next time we meet, you have some explaining to do. Anyways, if you want, send me a request. I’ll accept it as I go.” He turned again and began walking out of town again. He needed to catch up, he just needed to.

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Extra: Wermut leaves the thread. Apologies for the wait.

[Scoria]

Right. Exit post. Scoria had been waiting for an appropriate number of people to properly exit before he exited himself, and now he was doing it. He had been pretty sure he hadn't had a bag on him with weasels at all, considering he had been dealing with the overleveled buttmunch, but anyway he was more focused on Tobin and his ability (or inability) to stay alive. He was, in fact, quite certain that Alraune was a 'good girl'. That was part of why he let her hang out with Caerbannog in the first place. Scoria was convinced, somewhere in his heart of hearts, that the duo mutually wanted to protect each other. That was the kind of brat his familiar was and probably the kind of tank that Caerbannog was. The druid actively flinched at the snapping of Tobin's wrist, baring his fangs instinctively. For a tank, Tobin was sometimes an overjovial idiot. He really was going to get himself killed some day. Preferably not today.

He didn't really know what Capsule was freaked out about though. Well, she was scuffling off, but maybe they could have a quaint discussion about stuff over some tea or something. Scoria didn't really like tea though, so he'd probably have some juice and she could have some tea. For some reason, his usual choice of milk seemed nasty to him now. How strange. Anyway, Hanelli was doing whatever by herself again so he didn't really care. It looked like Oxford was doing the same thing and they had all successfully done the thing, so now Scoria was going to do the thing and leave with Tobin. That kid with the really rude nickname from Alraune was doing his own thing now too, so Scoria really did need to go now. Still, he had a few last things to wrap up. He dipped his head towards Caerbannog and mouthed the usual response, Good work. Time to rest now. He imagined Caerbannog would get its meaning and he was unconsciously forming that habit when he was in quests with the tank. Scoria even went so far as to spare Kumori a glance and a nod of the head as well. Even if he hated the dude, the assassin at least knew how to handle weasels. Okay now he was off to go make sure Tobin didn't kill himself accidentally tripping or something.

-Proper Exit

[Hanelli]

"Herpaderp." ☒ Exit, stage right! ✐ 254 ✉ Han's exit post MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Now that Oxford had taken the liberty of verifying the gender of the two remaining Weasels in the sack, she then stood up from her squatting position and dusted her hands off. Now that it was basically over; what else were they going to do, stand around and mingle? She was then abruptly reminded of the sticky feeling that was now all over her hands; and she sighed, before stamping the ground a few times with her foot. “Well, looks like that’s the end of it. I’m out for the time being,” she said, giving a two-handed salute in Oxford’s direction, before giving Ryuu… rather, Kumori this shifty, ‘are you okay’ look before looking momentarily over at the dour-faced Scoria who had apparently decided to take the exit route on stage left. Well, exit stage right for me… she thought, resisting the urge to clap her hands together and getting them even stickier than they already were. “If you need me… you know where to find me,” she said to nobody in particular; before hefting her weight off and walking away from the ‘scene of the crime’; everything was now ‘over’; at least for this quest. Very interesting bunch of people, might I add… she thought to herself as she began whistling, headed back into the city; and by extension, her ‘headquarters’ for a quick bath, and some sleep! Who knew taming animals would be so exhausting? Not to mention really annoying too, especially if they attack you without warning… she huffed to herself.