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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:43 pm
Quote: gaia_star Brume LakeFog rises in lazy swirls, but the water itself seems eerily still. It doesn't seem likely, but this place is nearly over-run with many different types of fish…including many to be very weary of.
“Did Amityville put you through survival camps often?” he asked curiously. Given the recent events, he began to doubt his initial assumptions that the answer was no. The ghoul on the other hand could only vaguely recall a certain incident where they were driven out into the forest and pitched a tent with her fellow schoolmates... before suddenly being herded back onto the bus and sent back to school. Ah yes, it was that time where she caught glimpse of the infamous man-chest of a certain Professor Malcolm.
She didn't think that was a story particularly worth sharing, so she simply answered with a “no”. There were other... survival field trips the school had alright, but Ivar probably meant something more along the lines of living in the wild.
“And I suppose you did?” she asked back, eying the primly dressed man (as primly as he would be, with scratched shoes and slightly ripped clothes.) A slightly embarrassed look crossed his face, and he admitted that it had been quite a while since then.
The pair made their way out of the village town to explore the scenery for a bit, coming across a calm lake. Perhaps it would look better on a brighter day, with people picnicking along the banks. It would be quite an enjoyable experience, they imagined, after all this place had been a tourist attraction before this mysterious state of dereliction befell on it.
They were not alone by the lake however, nor was it abandoned by any means. A few fishermen had set up their stations along several points of the lake, and as the pair stood to watch, they would see that the haul was rather plentiful.
“Yer two gunna fish ay?” an old creaky voice called from the side. “I see yer git sum whale fin thar, could make a fishin rod wif dat..” he continued, walking up to them and sticking out a can out bait. “I'll let yer have sum, but first dibs on yer catch aite?” he winked, though no one could tell under that cloak.
Edel and Ivar simply shrugged and accepted the offer, having no better options for anything to do anyway. Fishing sounded like a fairly relaxing activity, which would be a nice break from the hectic happenings of the morning.
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Reaching into the can, Edel pulled out what looked to be a severed tail on a minipet, wincing at the thought of the poor creature before setting it onto the hook.
“I've not actually fished in an open lake before,” she confessed, looking at Ivar for some suggestions. Back home, the polar bear and penguin diving experts would help them with their supply of fresh seafood from the frozen lakes.
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Zyphiris rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:44 pm
Reaching into the can, Edel pulled out what looked to be a severed tail on a minipet, wincing at the thought of the poor creature before setting it onto the hook.
“I've not actually fished in an open lake before,” she confessed, looking at Ivar for some suggestions. Back home, the polar bear and penguin diving experts would help them with their supply of fresh seafood from the frozen lakes.
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Zyphiris rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:45 pm
“Hm...” Meanwhile, Ivar had picked up a ball of tiny spiders from the can, and was thinking about a way to attach them to the rod. Abandoning the hook, he wrapped a tie around them, and attached a small weight to the string as well. Hopefully, the spiders would stay clumped together before they were submerged (after which they were most likely to be stuck together in a small balloon of air trapped by their tiny hairs).
“Well, uh, trying to keep a steady pace when reeling the fish in,” he explained, looking at the fisherman to check if he was correct, “Try not to pump the rod too far back, as it might break it.”
Casting the line into the water, he scratched his neck sheepishly. “Hopefully I can provide a demonstration, but for now we could just wait.” he nodded, indicating to her to cast her line in as well.
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Zyphiris rolled 1 100-sided dice:
77
Total: 77 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:46 pm
Not expecting any bites soon, the pair secured their rods on the bank and sat down to rest, staring out at the serene lakeview. The two had probably envisioned that this was what their trip here was supposed to be like, until the terrible bus ride happened. The client they were supposed to meet had been caught up in a terrible storm and was stranded in the outskirts of the village, so either way, they would have had to have to spend a few days at Miasma Town.
Eventually he had taken to skipping stones across the lake, earning him a mildly entertained look from the ghoul, who attempted to do with same with pebbles fashioned from ice. She laughed when he teased her for cheating, leaning back onto the tree whose shade they were sitting in.
Their idle was soon interrupted by a violent tug on one of the fishing rods, having Ivar leap to his feet to see to it. Soon began what was a long struggle to reel the catch it, and Edel wondered if it Ivar was able to handle it. She was surprised to hear him call her over for help, which she realised was heavily warranted as she dug her heels into the ground assisting with the pull.
Suddenly, the pressure on the line disappeared, causing them to fall backwards onto each other. A large, silhouetted figure sailed out of the water onto the bank, flopping- rather, skittering about desperately before going limp. The two of them stared at the spider fish in mild horror, and for a moment Ivar wondered if his bait had simply inflated to be this big by some mysterious charm in the water.
It was only when the fisherman began to wolf whistle did the two realise they were still on each other, sending them scrambling to disentangle themselves and straighten out their clothes while nursing a burning blush on their faces.
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Zyphiris rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:46 pm
Peering at their catch, the Ivar and Edel found it mildly disturbing that the spiderfish would be nearly as tall as them. They wondered if it was edible at all, though it seemed that there would be very little meat to be eaten anyway.
Meanwhile, the fisherman had gone on to snap off one of its legs to roast over a small open fire, chomping down on the crunchy fare. The two decided to pin their hopes onto the next catch to yield them something a bit more delectable looking to eat.
Their persistent wait was soon rewarded with another tug on the other line, this one much easier to deal with than the previous catch. Anticipation welled inside the ghoul as she reeled in her catch, keeping her eyes peeled for the moment the fish would break the surface of the water.
Her heart sank a little when nothing but a string of bones emerged from the lake, though it was still very much alive as it flopped around helplessly on the bank. She wondered if it's flesh had somehow been eaten on its way, or if it was originally this way. The fisherman simply shrugged and called it “tough luck”, offering her another go with a jiggle of the can.
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Zyphiris rolled 1 100-sided dice:
69
Total: 69 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:47 pm
The pumpkin sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the lake and the surrounding fog. Both fishing rods stood still by the bank, not reeling in anything further, but that didn't bother them who were enjoying their time by the lake. The fisherman had somehow convinced them to try some of the spider fish, which to their delight, tasted quite delicious with a bit of salt sprinkled onto it. Figuring they should return to their lodging before night fell, the two waved goodbye to the villager and made their way back to the town. [rusted keys acquired]
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