bottlecaplogs | [CLOSED] wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up

Who: Parvati and Kinger
What: OVER THE BRINK
Where: the area beyond the cliffs
When: mid-april
Warnings: Typical quest peril/spookiness, memory issues, possible setting-typical cws per character

Parvati and Kinger have been following the trail along the coast for hours now, steps falling into line monotonously. The wind rips at the shoreline, causing Parvati to tug her scarf a little tigher for warmth. She's done long treks like this before, countless times. And she's been on journeys that span days, even if she is months out of practice. As such, she's sufficiently well-prepared with enough supplies on her person for the two of them. Tinkatons having insane strength certainly comes in handy -- her hammer is, as ever, resting on her shoulder just in case something comes to a fight. She draws in a deep breath through her nose (do Tinkatons have those?) as the edge of the shore begins to dip a little.

She turns back to her mushroom companion. She's been a little worried about Kinger the entire trek, honestly. She's not too sure of his combat abilities (not that she minds, she's strong enough for the pair of them), and... well...

She finally stops when the beach fully comes into view below. "You hangin' in there okay, Kinger?" She asks, carefully feeling out the slope's edge with her foot. Nyoka taught her the basic gist of figuring out if the ground would hold, but she isn't sure if she's doing it right. And she was taught that with a human foot as a reference, not the stubs she has now.

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"Never been better!" Kinger stretches side to side, as though he's stretching his nonexistent spine. "Nothing like a walk in nature to reinvigorate yourself!"

Memory issues aside, Kinger is very good at the basics of sticking together on an adventure. At night when his memory starts to recover, he is apologetic about slowing things down, but he's actually keeping up decently well. At least when he's getting forgetful, he can keep his spirits up a little bit more. When he remembers why he's out here, he gets a lot more dour. A lot of his friends are lost out there somewhere.

"Once we get down there, we can even go for a swim!"

Parvati glances up, raising her foot back up. "Uh, I wouldn't be so sure about that."

It's not his fault. She knows it's not his fault. She looks back at the beach below and slowly begins making her way down at an angle. This is correct, right...? "Just be careful, it's kinda steep." After a few paces, she turns around and opens up her arms. "I can carry you?"

"Don't worry about me, you already have that big hammer to carry!" Kinger says, shockingly reasonably. "I can use the ol' Stick in the Ground technique if I start to fall to my certain death."

Someone has probably told him by now that it's called Ingrain, but he doesn't use it too much so Stick in the Ground sticks in his head more. Kinger's mycelium tendrils do seem very good at getting a foothold through the treacherous path.

She nods. "If you're sure."

Kinger's right, as it is she's having to re-stabilise herself constantly to accomodate for the hammer's weight. It's about two hundred pounds on its own, which is practically weightless to her, but less so to any actual physics. How did Nyoka do this with that heavy gun of hers--

Parvati let's out a yelp when her foot slips, skidding down the rest of the bank and landing unceremoniously in a heap on the sand. "Ow... I'm okay!"

"Parvati!"

Kinger leaps down the rest of the way after her (smaller and lighter things are less affected by falling, after all!) and stands next to her, looking over her for injuries.

"Let me know if you need a butterfly puff." Meanwhile, Kinger has not figured out enough about Pollen Puff to know what to look for as far as a real name.

She glances up, her pride more hurt than anything else. She definitely grazed herself in a few places on the way down, but she can walk that off. It's fine.

"Thanks, Kinger." Parvati pushes herself up, rubbing her shoulder anxiously. She lets out a low whistle between her teeth ~~once again do tinkatons even have those~~, looking around. "Uh. I wouldn't mind one, but I'm still in one piece. Wouldn't wanna waste it now when we might get in trouble later."

"Loud and clear, save it for if we're horribly injured!"

Spirits still high, and if anyone didn't know him they'd assume Kinger was too. He squints out into the fog, his mushrooms starting to glow to try and cut through it a bit.

"Pretty low render distance for this one..."

Parvati's up and dusting herself off. There's sand all in her clothes now, eugh. It's only for a few days. She's been through worse. She just has to keep telling herself that, even if the sensation is really unpleasant. She looks at Kinger with a confused look at his comment, but doesn't question it.

He just says stuff sometimes it's fine.

"You reckon we'll find anything down here?" It's hard to see anything, and as such it'll be hard to tell if Maya and Hatenna have been through here at all.

"I wonder if we could set up some kind of landmark to keep track of things."

Broken clock, right twice a day, though it's hard to know what could be a useful landmark in this pea soup fog.

"Anyway, between the cliff and the water we'll know to turn when our feet get wet or we smack into a rock, and we can call out to them. Fog can't muffle sound, right?"

Parvati squints. It's hard to see anything, make out much detail at all. She can certainly still hear Kinger, just as she can still hear the water. Still hear the sand crunching beneath her feet. So that's good.

"Don't think so. I'm sure if we keep going straight we'll find something." It's more of an "I hope" than an "I'm sure", it's evident in the way her voice wavers slightly. She straightens herself up and presses on.

[Results, somehow I didn't realize it was multiple days even once they GOT to the beach. Hopefully okay to skip to the first NPC encounter]

Kinger continues carefully, finding some intentionally placed driftwood suggesting that Maya and Hatenna also had the idea of landmarks. Then sees something else: new shapes moving around in the fog.

"Maya? Hatenna?"

The shapes respond, clearly not their friends:

"...get...lost! ...want
..you...hurt!"

"AGH!" Kinger yelps in Astonishment and dodge rolls backwards. "Parvati!"

Parvati glances over her shoulder, jumping in surprise like a cat. She raises her hammer, eyes darting around and ears open for more tauns from any oncoming attackers. "Hey! Come out here!" She taunts, holding her hammmer in front of her as a shield.

She looks back at Kinger. "You see anything?"

[Sorry, here are the results.]

Kinger squints into the fog as he backs up next to Parvati, and backs up until he feels a rock against the back of his tendrils.

"No..."

And then he feels two large, clawed hands reach out at him.

"But there's someone behind me..."

Parvati jumps, spinning around. She angles her hammer upwards, staring down the newcomer with a sharpshooter's eye. Or what she imagines one to be, anyway. This is all copied from a frontier drama. Whatever it is, she has to get its attention off Kinger and onto her. ASAP, preferably.

Actually, though, he's pretty casual for-- don't focus on that!

"Kinger, you should probably back up."

Back up, further into it!? Wait, Kinger knows what the plan is now. Kinger falls backwards, being caught by the hidden claws, and then Ingrains himself in the sand, his mycelium struggling to make purchase, hoping he can hold the assailant in place long enough for Parvati to swing.

"Now!" He yells, ducking down sharply as the other claw shoots out of the fog towards him.

[CLOSED] wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up

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god this would be miserable if we ACTUALLY had to track PP

go my one billion gigaton hammers

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it looks like Morrowind on a potato computer out here

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you did not link the results LOL

ope

fell for it again award

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