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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Apr 1, 2023 21:14:17 GMT -5
There was almost nowhere in the whole of Charon that Del wanted to be less than Sol City. Perhaps the last thing on the list would be the bottom of a river, but even so, this place was a very close second.
Her compulsion to help is what got her here in the first place; she was asked to inspect the perimeter as a means of wrapping looking for improvements for a friend of a friend.... but the damn crabs were making that absolute hell. That had not been in the information provided. How was she supposed to reinforce the exterior walls with a bunch of crabs everywhere?!
She does not speak out loud, but she does quietly gripe to herself, in her thoughts. 'It would be easy,' they said. 'Just keep an eye out so the high society assholes don't have to worry about anything', they said. And no one thought to tell me about the crabs?!
Del was not impressed to say the least.
Still, it could be worse. The sea creatures filling the streets had caused a considerable blockage, which meant that there was not a lot of traffic moving up and down as a means of avoiding the deeply confused crustaceans. In the meantime, though, Del went about... trying to clean things up. There were so many of the crabs, snipping their claws in agitation at the large predator who was trying to gingerly funnel them into buckets and empty flower pots to be carted away to the sea.
She had heard that she wouldn't be alone in this part of the endeavor at least. It was a bit of an extra something to do, but in the meantime, Del was encouraging crabs into vessels.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Jun 22, 2023 20:39:41 GMT -5
With the commonality of chaos across all parts of Charon, from the heart of its Moonglade forests to the heights of its smoke-sung mountains, from the swamps of the Marsh Flats to the brutal core of Zeinav, it is unsurprising that Askr’s concept of normalcy has been, decidedly, irreparably and permanently warped.
He has met innumerable strange people with strange habits and stranger beliefs, been caught up in strange quests and missions with even stranger endings, seen all manner of places ravaged by oddities of all kinds, whether it’s in the place he tentatively calls home or in the foreign lands his work carries him to. Thusly, it is… unsurprising that the streets of Sol City being overrun with crustaceans hardly warrants a second glance from him. As far as he knows, the tides are just high and the crabs are merely curious. It is hard to fault them for that.
Still, it is… inconvenient to maneuver through the area when there’s a chittering army of red-shelled creatures scurrying underfoot. Askr is mercifully well-protected beneath leather and the thick fabric of his merc’s garb, but even so, stepping around them, over them, away from snipping claws is… a bit of a struggle. He is only so tall, after all– it is hard to maneuver through when some of these creatures are of a truly ludicrous size to begin with. And so when some noble had caught sight of the sword at his hip and the merc’s insignia flashing against his cloak, asking him to help send the apparent infestation back to sea… Askr had not refused.
And so here he is, maneuvering through the little sea of crabs, in search of the other people said to be assigned to the same task– but he freezes in place at the sight of a familiar silhouette quickly shooing some particularly moody crab into what appears to be a flowerpot.
“Miss Del,” he says flatly, though not unkindly– if anything, his voice lifts just so, nigh indistinguishably, indicating to any familiar enough with him that he is pleased to see her. “I did not realize you were also a fisherwoman.”
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Oct 24, 2023 13:33:59 GMT -5
Why are there still crabs flooding the streets of Sol City!? Is this truly the aftermath of that curious crab mage’s power? Or is this an entirely different scenario? Gods, why can’t Cantio just make it to the damn temple without being assaulted by crabs!? Why are there so many crabs and crab by-products in Sol City, anyways? “ Ow, ow, ow, ow.” It’s practically becoming a mantra at this point as Cantio weaves around crab after crab after crab… oh, and after more crab. His vision is swimming with crustaceans. He is drowning in a sea of decapods, their striking red carapace an omen of — “ — Ow! Rude!” His poetic internal moping is brashly interrupted. The last exclamation is paired with a sharp swish of his tail, lifting it higher into the air to dangle the tiny crustacean that’s snipped at it. It gurgles bubbles, its eyes staring unapologetically back at him as he pulls his tail in and holds it on either side of the crab. The little bastard tries to snip at his hands with the free claw, but refuses to let go. “ Seriously?” Seriously. The crab looks at him, expressionless. A true menace. There’s hate in those little obsidian eyes. Cantio’s expression falls, relinquishing ownership of his tail to his unwelcome hitchhiker, but he keeps it lifted out of the reach of the rest. A gaggle of them snip and snap at the leather of his shoes while he’s paused; one crawls up on the toe of his boot; and another latches onto a lace. Slowly but surely, he is being swarmed; and given time, Cantio has no doubt that he would become a perch for the invading crabs. Perhaps he should succumb to his fate. But then who would feed Astrid and Blue? “ Hm? Hm. Hm!?” Cantio blanches, suddenly humming himself back into reality, where his reality at hand is looking at a… *suspiciously* large crustacean across the street. It almost comes up to his knee! What kind of monster crab is— it takes a sidestep towards him, making Cantio recoil into a crab-infested flower bed. “Good crab,” he laughs, nervous as some of the smaller crabs part ways for this behemoth. “Gooooood crab…” Good god, that is a BIG crab. It is a REALLY big crab. Cantio can reluctantly take little pinches from the small ones, but THAT crab looks like it would use his shin as a toothpick. Even a crab dragon is preferable to that!
Because at least the crab dragon was made up of like, ten thousand tiny crabs!
At a very modest pace, the large crab begins to scurry at him with what he only interprets as a will to kill; and Cantio wastes absolutely no time hauling ass down the street, taking that one crab still stuck to his tail with him; and playing a dangerous game of hop-scotch with the rest of the crabs in his getaway attempt. It isn't long before the fellblood rounds a corner, nearly plowing into a few civilians in his rush.
He gasps, barely stopping himself before he takes them and their vessels full of more crabs out with them. (1. Cat's Grace) "Sorry! Gods, I'm so... sorry! There's a... big crab, like a really big..."
Oh boy, he's sure out of breath.
Is he really this out of shape?
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Nov 30, 2023 2:22:12 GMT -5
Grumbling to herself throughout her task, the last thing Del expected while going about this task was to be recognized. At the very least, it was a consistent fear, but less likely to be spotted going about these tasks by anyone who may know her, especially with her hood up. Even less so, was the presence of a familiar, friendly voice. It had been quite a few months since she had heard this particular monotone cadence as well, but turning her head to see the young co-rogue greeting her in the light of the Sol City sun, was a sight for sore eyes.
"Askr! What a surprise," Del sets the flower pot of crabs in the back of the cart and turns to the young individual to beam at them. "No, I'm not, ah. One for water, typically. Just hired on and asked to help out with the... situation." she reaches down down to a crab that had latched onto the hem of her pants, calmly picking it up and tossing it into yet another wooden pail, thus foiling it's grand battle. "What brings you around?"
It's then that the brightly coloured fellblood rushes up, looking quite "Oh! Hello-- oh?" She leans around them to look at the road behind them. Her brows lift upon seeing a large crustacean that appears to be roughly the size of a large dog making it's corpulent way around the corner among the crush of its smaller family members. "Oh." She says again, understanding now.
Del grimaces, silently cursing the person who had hired her in the first place.
She gives the out of breath fellblood a reassuring nod. "Ah. Yes, we can... try to do something about that?" she looks askance towards Askr and starts to roll her sleeves up her forearm.
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Post by Askr Mimameith on Jan 21, 2024 13:33:04 GMT -5
Miss Del’s smile is a lovely thing.
She has one of those smiles that can only be described as warm– not the unpleasant, sweltering hot kind of warm that you find beneath the Zeinavian daylight sun or in the shadow of Mount Drakolt, but the kind you feel draping itself over you as you wander through the plains of King’s Valley, or walking beneath the dappled sunlight of the Moonglade as it filters itself through canopies of leaves. It is not the most apt description, but it is the closest comparison Askr can think of, and really, “warm” is just a word that suits Miss Del very well anyway– her arms had been warm back in the winter they’d first fought together, and Askr is still learning that a personality can be warm and that that is not a literal thing but a metaphorical thing, but he thinks it applies to her quite well.
Regardless, seeing Miss Del smile, and being distantly aware that he is the reason for said smile, is… nice. It is a nice feeling. Askr is starting to like being the reason that other people smile.
“Oh, so you are… not a fisherwoman?” he tilts his head briefly, before nodding to himself, as if deciding that sounds right. He supposes that makes sense– Miss Del did not seem like her talents would be suited to such a task. “Mm. I see. I have also been asked to help with the… crabs. I did not realize Sol City had such a big crab population.”
It is a good thing he did not have anything else to say, because if he did, he surely would have been interrupted by the sudden arrival of a tall man who appears to be fleeing for his life– scarlet-skinned, fellblood, eyes nearly the same shade of gold as Askr’s own. He seems… frantic? That is the word, yes– frantic, and the reason why quickly makes its way down the road behind him.
Hm. Askr did not think crabs were supposed to be that big, but it seems that he still has much to learn.
“...Understood,” he says, quickly piecing together Del’s intentions as soon as she looks to him. He pulls Yggdrasil from its sheath, takes a few steps forward, and promptly drives the blade down into the crab’s shell as firmly as possible–
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Hm. Askr also did not think that crabs were supposed to be that resilient. He really does have much to learn.
The large crustacean clicks its claws at him, clearly displeased to have a sword sticking out of its shell, and quickly advances forward with brutal intent– all Askr can think to do is leap over it, trying to pull Yggdrasil from its shell like a sword from a stone on the way over, tumbling back onto the cobblestones with his blade in hand.
“...I don’t think it liked being stabbed.”
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