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It was nearing the end and both Chiara and the weather was getting snappy. The blueblood was sick and tired of looking for this "most likely a government set up" beast s**t and just wanted it to be over. The prize was probably a round of brain sponging. Best to get the plebeians under control with mind control and call it a game. Then they would all go happily to their demise. Well Chiara was fed up. She wanted out of this stupid place and she was going to GET out, just as soon as she checked this one spot. It was probably worth it, you know. She could probably fight off the brain control drones id they were waiting for her...


They had actually done it. Chiara was mildly amazed. The blueblood was sure gerbils couldn't do anything, just like their relative, Chiara's late lusus Indica. Apparently Chiara should have traded the quill-beast in for a gerbil. Chiara snorted at the thought. Yeah the gerbils did something, but quite frankly, it wasn't much. She could do better in her sleep, Zindel could do better blindfolded and with handcuffs. The blueblood shook her head at the little animals. They did okay, but not great. She would have to take it. Now the problem was how to get them back. The blueblood would otherwise not care about the gerbils after they did their jobs, but apparently it would make her look bad if she just left them to die on the frozen ice. The blueblood sighed, what was it with everyone and appearances. Maybe she wanted to look like a heartless monster. Chiara reluctantly walked out onto the ice, in her combat boots of course, so as to not slip, and retrieved her gerbils. Maybe she would give them to lutrin, the brownblood had a love for weird gross things like these.

As always, Lorata had been completely right. Both of her gerbils were completely and utterly entranced by the waltz and before long at all began to move in perfect unison along to the music, sweeping around the ice rink in big, graceful circles. Just as importantly, the audience had been entranced as well! Even at a glance she could tell they were swaying along, eyes glued to the show Euryale and Stheno were giving them. It was all very calm and peaceful and absolutely beautiful, and Lorata couldn't help but be proud. Her gerbils really were the best gerbils.

But then, of course, that beautiful waltz began to come to an end. The show was over, now for the real finale! She had to get her gerbils to come obediently back to her! A quick glance around found gerbils treats laying out and, eager to get them off the ice quickly and cleanly, she held some of them out as she called. Then, to speed up the process, she threw a couple cookies out onto the ice. Almost immediately shadows swooped from overhead, but Stheno was faster. As the spirited gerbil gobbled up all the treats, Lorata scooped them both up and hurried them away before those dumb birds got any other ideas.




My name is: Faithe Keeper (Etsali Azeban)
I am in team: Orange

I am exploring: Secret~
Points: 12


Once Ephias was on his feet again, Etsali pulled out the map for them both to look over one more time. It was clear they were still missing some vital clues, because really Etsali had no idea where to go next. The plateau had seemed like a good option at first because of the river and the tracks, but it had been so overrun that even if the winterbeast had been there, it wouldn't likely be going back, would it? Following the river itself on their raft had taken them to a cave with some manner of beast in it, of course, though she'd never seen exactly what it was.

She almost suggested backtracking to snap a picture of it, just in case, but then she remembered how cold it had been, how loud the growls the closer they'd gotten. Going back there would be miserable and dangerous. She turned her attention back up the slope of the hill, towards the mountains. There had been tracks going in that way, looping around the shack Ephias had had the misfortune of coming upon. Should they keep going that way? She still wasn't sure, but it was an idea.

Shrugging, she told Ephias about the tracks and let him decide if he wanted to follow.

Leeroi's eyes lit up. His little gerbil performance finally came to fruition. And what a performance it was! Leeroi was certain he would fare well with the judging, with such a unique team and performance. The crowd seemed to enjoy it thoroughly, at the very least. So in his own mind, he had won. Besides, art was stupid and interpretive. Being popular was much more valuable.

Leeroi waited for the gerbils to settle down before trying anything. Now, he just had to convince the gerbils off of the ice and over to him. Leeroi patted his pockets. Dang. He left his magnet machine back at the booth. He couldn't blame himself for that. It was at his booth specifically for safety reasons, so he could separate problem gerbils when things were getting too hairy.

Without it, Leeroi had to do something desperate to get his gerbils attentions. He kneeled down, calling out to them. He cupped his hands and squeaked, chittering loudly for the gerbils to here. Over here, Leeroi tried to convey in gerbspeak, trying his best to give realistic chirps. He frowned, growing impatient. Come on, they were so close to the end! Just a little bit farther now, and they'd be done, and they'd get all the treats in the world!



My name is: Stemma Morgen
I am in team: Purble

I am exploring: Sent
Points: +2 +1 +0 +1 +4 = 8

Stemma prattled on about the day's exciting events, Krampa listening eagerly. After doing so well in the bobcurling sport (that Krampa very much disliked. He was certain he'd never enter his charge in something so unsafe ever again), the little purpleblood could not stop talking about how much fun she had, and about her older, supposedly magic teammate.

"She's so cool, Krampa!" Stemma cooed. "I want to be her friend." She decided, very professional and matter-of-fact in her proposition, "Do you think she'd like to be my friend?" She asked, very concerned about Krampa's answer. She waited with wide eyes.

The buff lusus nodded. Of course anyone would want to enjoy Stemma's company. Why wouldn't they? Stemma was a perfect, amicable child with a lovely disposition.

"I suppose so," Stemma agreed, but still feeling like it wasn't enough. Stemma tapped her lips in thought. Oh! Perhaps she could get the older purpleblood a gift. Something simple and small, a memory to give away. She started to look around the area for something valuable, but the dead foliage was hardly gift worthy. Maybe she could just visit one of the booths that were still open, instead.

"Well," Stemma announce to her lusus, pointing to a spot on the map. "I think I might know where the winterbeast lives!"