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Post by Zrcalo on Aug 8, 2013 3:41:25 GMT -8
Donovan walked out of his cabin. He stood on the porch for a second before he remembered he was going to put a coat on. He rushed back inside and grabbed a coat off the hook by the door. He went back outside again and stood on the porch. Darnit he forgot his tackle box. He stopped and glared at the wall for a moment before heading to the door again and opening it. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut. Frustrated. He walked through the livingroom, and glared at the stairs. Stairs. He grabbed his cane that was conveniently located by the stairs and started hitting the stairs with it. Beating the ever loving bejeebus out of the stairs while making incoherent angry noises.
He panted, then stared at the stairs again. Rolled his eyes, grabbed his cane, and headed up the stairs painfully. God he hated stairs. He got up there and bam. There was his tacklebox. Right there. By the stairs. Upstairs. He probably forgot to grab it on his way down because he was so focused on how much he hated stairs. Oh well, nonetheless he had it now. He picked it up, tucked it under his arm, then headed back down the stairs again. He put his cane off to the side and headed towards the door again.
He hated fishing, but loved hanging out by the stream all day. It was relaxing. Hanging out with nature after a long week of dealing with stupid politics and people trying to pass dumb laws. Now was his time to yell at fish. Not people. He walked up to the door. Grabbed the knob and headed out. He walked up to his motorcycle and put the tackle box under the seat. He closed the seat and climbed up onto the motorcycle. Stupid fish.
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Post by Karkitten on Aug 8, 2013 4:18:43 GMT -8
Crowley was out camping, though it was quite obvious he would have preferred a building to set up his alchemy equipment in, what with the bug netting surrounding a good several meters extending from beyond his tent. He woke up to realize he'd passed out with his goggles on again, he was going to have another one of those awkward cowlick days. Thankfully nobody really came by as he hadn't told anyone where he'd be. Nosey scientists trying to get him to play games with his brand of 'false magic' as they called it.
He lowered his goggles back down over his amber eyes and got to work mixing, today he'd have to recolor his hair, he was going for teal. His usually brown hair kept growing out back to its normal color all the time when he used alchemy to color it. It was a bit of an annoyance but it let him play with the reactions of a wide spectrum of colors. Luckily he only really had to color it once a month.
As wonderful as nature was with giving him ingredients, Crowley found the mosquitoes and flies to be such a pain. He could try silencing the flies but he'd have to replicate it every time he came across one. Species wide Alchemy was near impossible unless you had the entirety of the species all in one place.
The alchemist put his scarf on and left his tent to walk over to the zipper in the bug netting, he had to fetch himself some breakfast and without any tools of that type, he was bound to have a hard time unless he could catch fish with his bare hands.
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Post by ThunderFox on Aug 8, 2013 4:51:39 GMT -8
Cammy was up bright and early, rubbing the last of sleep dust from her eyes she threw on a tank top, shorts and, of course, her rigger boots. Sliding down the balistrade, she chuckled to herself as she braced to jump at the end... only to land flat on her face.
Quickly jumping up she ran to get a bowl of cereal, spilling milk on the floor in her haste. 'Oh well' she thought, 'the dog will clean that up!'.
Steaming out the door she grabbed a pair of gloves from the shed and started jogging off down the dirt track, nothing beat swimming in the lake, catching fish on a hot summer's day in her mind. 'I wondering if i'll catch some big ones today' she thought to herself, imagining cooking a nice big catfish on an open fire, about the only thing she thought fish were useful for.
Once reaching the lake, she studied the water, looking for some nice dense brush to investigate. Spotting a few promising branches submerged in the water she flung off her boots near a willow tree and jumped into the water, then paddled off for a lap around the outskirts before starting some serious fishing.
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Post by Zrcalo on Aug 8, 2013 18:28:57 GMT -8
Donovan arrived at the stream coming off the lake a short while later. He turned to look at the lake through the trees. Stupid lake always crowded with stupid people. He was glad he lived in a cabin far enough away from the lake that he wouldnt be bothered by the traffic. Ever since Terria had opened up tourism to Earth, humans had always hung out at the lake. Sure, they were better than the local Anthros, but he always found them secretly creepy. They looked like him. Except they had flat teeth instead of sharp teeth, and their skin was shades of brown instead of grey. They also had dumb stupid stubby ears that couldnt move. Oh sure there were tons of other sentient species that would come by. Terria was kinda a trading center for interdimensional travel. Once he even saw a robot/cyborg dude jetskiing in the lake.
He parked his motorcycle next to a tree and started unloading his fishing gear. This was HIS spot. HIS place. He'd been going here for nearly 20 years. He climbed down into the ravine where the stream was. Where the hell was his boat. Oh crap. His boat. Where was it. Did someone steal it? Shit. He climbed back out of the ravine angrily, nearly slipping a few times. He will have to talk to people to see who the hell stole his boat.
He looked around. There was a tent in the distance. That jerk must have stolen it. He looked towards the lake. He could barely make out someone swimming in it. No. THAT jerk must have stolen it.
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Post by Karkitten on Aug 8, 2013 19:25:15 GMT -8
One of the best parts of being an alchemist was that Crowley was very good at changing his appearance any which way he liked it. He just looked like the average slightly eccentric human, to any human really. But he hadn't quite yet managed to hide the unnatural glow his eyes gave off, which was why he wore his goggles constantly.
Unfortunately in this case he was facing a river and watching the fish like he was going to attempt catching them with his bare hands. It was going to be a challenge to catch fish in that way.
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Post by Zrcalo on Aug 9, 2013 3:31:33 GMT -8
Donovan decided he wanted to deal with the asshole closer to his spot than getting back on his motorcycle and heading to the lake. He shoved his hands in his pocket and grumbled as he made the trek up the stream to where Crowley was.
He had no idea if this guy did anything with his boat, but he'll go question him anyway. After all, he's a very powerful political figure. Not that anyone cares anymore though.
He eventually made it up near where Crowley's camp was. Swatting bugs here and there. He saw Crowley looking at the river.
"HEY! HEY YOU! HAVE YOU SEEN A BOAT??"
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Post by Karkitten on Aug 9, 2013 5:16:10 GMT -8
Crowley looked over at him. "Stop screaming, you'll scare the fish away," he hissed. He then turned back to face the water. "No I haven't seen a boat and I'm trying to get something to eat here."
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Post by Zrcalo on Aug 9, 2013 6:27:43 GMT -8
"WTF WITH YOUR HANDS? WHY. YOU'RE DUMB. THATS DUMB."
Donovan kept walking closer to Crowley.
"THIS IS MY SPOT. WHY ARE YOU HERE. YOU'RE TOO CLOSE TO MY SPOT."
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Post by ThunderFox on Aug 9, 2013 6:50:16 GMT -8
Cammy, casually mooching closer to the ruckus paddled closer to a fallen tree just offshore behind the grouchy dude. Her fox-like tail swayed slowly in the current as she observed the water around her looking for some small fry to catch while hearing what was going on.
She crouched deeper in the water, stealthily moving ever so slowly around the half submerged branches... until... 'YEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW!' A giant catfish clasped hold of her foot as she lowered it to the lakebed.
Enraged, she dove down under the water and grabbed hold of the giant's mouth, wrenching it apart. Freeing her foot she pursued her attacker clutching at it's tail as it tried to swim away. Angrily she clawed at it's sides dragging herself towards it's head, de-scaling the 50pound whopper as she went.
Clamping onto it's gills, Cammy slammed her feet into the lakebed and heaved backwards in one fast, fluid action, hurling the fish clear out of the water. Slipping clean from her clutches the giant fish flew through the air... RIGHT TOWARDS THE GROUCHY DUDE!!! O.O
Cammy dove back under the water quickly before impact...
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Post by Karkitten on Aug 9, 2013 8:15:13 GMT -8
He shakes his head at the visitor. "I've never seen you about here and I've been here for months. So its not your spot any more and stop shouting. Its not like-"
Crowley stopped talking as a large catfish flew out of the water and smacked right into the side of Donovan's face. It was quite comedic actually. He chuckled as the fish flopped down onto the grass. "Guess I didn't have to go try catching one with my bare hands. Thanks man."
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