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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 18:48:07 GMT -5
i mean, first of all, BIG MOOD at the crocodile. i, too, get ganged up by reef sharks.
but in that case, mersharks 10/10, if they were in a pack. maaaaaaaaaybe the mercroc if the mershark was alone.
ooh thats interesting
oh oh !! or maybe theres a strange island that appears at a certain time - a ghost island? it happens every full moon, maybe exactly at midnight, and people are talking about it because it's due + thats where an artifact is?
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 24, 2017 18:53:23 GMT -5
if the mershark is alone, i feel like the croc has an advantage because they've got six limbs vs. the sharks two. big advantage right there.
YEAH! GHOST ISLAND! i'm all for it!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 18:56:41 GMT -5
yee that's what i was thinking! a pack of mersharks could 100% take a croc or two, but if its a single mershark then....nope
ayyy ghost island!! sometimes i have a working brain (':
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 24, 2017 19:02:22 GMT -5
ari would be out of luck if he had to 1v1 a mercroc. or a regular croc for that matter!
okay, so maybe the locals are like "woah the ghost island is going to appear soon! better watch out!" or something. do you want to write the skip for that? i've written a couple and i feel like i'm muscling you out ;---;
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 19:09:57 GMT -5
ari would cry and probably give up
ghost island (tm)
if you wanna do it go for it?? i dont mind omg i dont usually write timeskips BUT!! if you want me to write it i can do it 10/10 im chill as hell
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 24, 2017 19:21:04 GMT -5
rip aristraeus.
do it. do it please. tbh i. don't know what to write. so this is me being lazy and dumping my responsibilities onto you. rest in pieces rev.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 22:05:24 GMT -5
he ded
okay!! i can do it..........when my muse returns luls
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 25, 2017 11:35:26 GMT -5
sounds like a plan! and while you do that, i will think of more possible plots and such u-u
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 13:26:30 GMT -5
good plan!! im gonna get started on a post now
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 14:04:05 GMT -5
Gossip, Kasper learned, was one of the main things in the city. He used his spare time during the two days to learn all he could, and came up with the following.
There was a ghost island known as Zyancie Island, something of a horror to the people here. It only appeared at midnight on the night of the full moon - which was, it seemed, tomorrow. He tried to find out more about it - and found very little. People told others to be careful, told them to stay inside. It was thought that there was treasure on the island, but nobody had ever survived the trip to the island. Nobody knew what was there, what dangers or trials there were.
"The river's run red with blood," an old woman had whispered to him with wide eyes, her frail hands clasping at his own dainty ones, "my girl, you do not wish to go there."
He'd been too spooked by her intense gaze to correct her, had thanked her and had walked away. Kasper wasn't sure what to think about Zyancie Island - some of the people even talked like only the chosen ones could go there. He had returned to the ship with new knowledge and a new underlying fear. He'd gone to find more about mermaids, really - and instead he'd gotten the whispers from the people which had made him more interested. Of course, he'd learned some more about mermaids! They were considered very lucky by these people, and that it was only those who caught them who could keep the luck. It seemed that domestic mermaids were not common around here, which was...strange? Very strange. It seemed that feral mer were the sorts who lingered.
Kasper tapped the glass of the tank firmly as he threw a live fish in as a quiet offering. He'd learned that the mershark did not, in fact, appreciate being given too many fish at a time. They seemed to irritate him, the smaller ones seemed to like hanging around his fins. It was interesting to watch.
"Do you know anything about a ghost island here?" he asked when Ari surfaced. It was strange how normal having a mershark on board had become, even in such a short period of time.
"Rumours," Ari smiled lazily, rested his chin on the glass of his tank. "There are a few ghost islands. Why?"
"A few," Kasper repeated. "I'm thinking about Zyancie Island."
"Oh. I've definitely heard of that one."
Kasper gestured for Ari to continue.
"It's just a normal ghost island," he seemed bemused at being asked so much, "y'know. Treasure, and stuff. I don't know, mer don't usually go there because it's like...instadeath? Or, well. There's a monster there. Mer can't take it down. Nor can humans."
Anything else that Ari was going to say was cut off by the appearance of Jasper, whom had found entertainment in teasing their new pet. Was it a pet? Kasper couldn't tell. He watched for a moment as his twin and the mershark imitated each-other's movements with the glass between them, then rolled his eyes upwards and turned away to scan the deck for Captain Hawke. The news of treasure and the ghost island might interest him - it seemed like his type of thing, at least. He didn't notice that Jasper lost interest, nor that he was keeping his back to the mermaid - only when his head was suddenly wet did he realise that Ari was holding cupped hands above him. As Kasper looked up, Ari dropped his hands and water splashed over Kasper's head.
"Why?" Kasper asked, tone pained.
"Bored," said Ari, and went back to lazily resting against the edge of the tank again. "You try being in a tank of water and fish. There's nothing to do."
He frowned a little at the mershark's words, but had no idea how to fix it.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 25, 2017 15:58:28 GMT -5
"my girl" poor kasper XD it's not his fault he's so pretty!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 16:39:55 GMT -5
kasper suffers so much
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 25, 2017 17:26:55 GMT -5
he is having a rough day. first he's mistaken for a girl. then ari dumps water on his head! soon hawke is going to be telling him they're gonna be going to the ghost island u-u
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 17:42:45 GMT -5
kasper has it rough 0/10 worst day of his life
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 25, 2017 18:15:44 GMT -5
i'm sorry dude. i'm gonna take a little writing break today. i've got a headache so everything i've written is just garbage and blech.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 18:18:48 GMT -5
bruh it's chill. take a break !! i feel it. i should take a break but then i never get back into it luls
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 25, 2017 19:01:39 GMT -5
you deserve a break. you're a part of like fifty rps or something. i could never write that much. i'd shrivel up and die >-<
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 19:06:42 GMT -5
ahahah most of them die so its not a big deal!! i dont think i have any replies owed rn so im like [twiddles thumbs]. i physically need stuff to do orz
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 12:46:57 GMT -5
i'm feeling better today so i'm gonna get to work on a reply! sorry for making you wait >^<
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 12:52:35 GMT -5
dont sweat at all bro!! i getchu so no worries, u dont gotta reply every single day (': hell knows sometimes i might forget to reply here nbd
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 12:59:22 GMT -5
alright <3 i just feel bad about leaving you hanging. but i promise my reply will be a long one to make up for it!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 13:00:37 GMT -5
dont sweat omg!!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 14:19:34 GMT -5
Captain Hawke had returned to the ship in the youngest hours of the morning, when the shade of the sky lightened only so incrementally that it would have been unnoticed had it not been for the disappearing stars. A single book was tucked beneath his arm; its cover close to tatters and binding frayed. He ducked into his private quarters, leary of the sleep-fogged eyes that may be watching. Once safely at home in his cabin, Miquel Hawke took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. As usual, he was pleased with what he found there.
He was a handsome man, even now as he climbed into his forties. Flecks of gray peppered the dark brown hair of his temples, one of the few indicators of Hawke’s age. Though smooth and tanned, he noticed his skin had only one blemish. The beginnings of shadows stretched beneath his eyes, but there no further evidence of his late nights spent scouring the night market and haggling with pirates and smugglers and others of their ilk. Tonight had been his first victory.
Not a thought spared for sleep, Hawke reclined before his sturdy oak desk and opened the book. The writing was faded in some places and smudged in others, but still mostly legible.
The very first story was that of the Twin Gods. Slowly, deliberately, he began reading:
When there was nothing, the Twin Gods shared a body and that was the sky. Between them, each god had one great eye and a billion little eyes. With these, they oversaw the universe and the unfolding of time and age. They never grew bored, for they had each other and everything was shared between them. Within each other, they found harmony.
One day, when their roving gazes looked out into the universe, they saw a tiny world. With their great eyes fixed upon the world, the Twin Gods wrapped themselves around it and watched. The creatures of this world flinched away from them, for they were not used to the light of the Twin Gods great eyes and it scared them so. The gods learned that these creatures were blind and could only watch as they stumbled helplessly about their surroundings.
Pitying them, the First Twin pleaded with their other half to give the creatures, whom they called humans, some of their eyes. The Second Twin refused.
Again the First Twin pleaded and pleaded, but the Second Twin continued to refuse for they felt that their other half had begun to love the humans more than them. At last, emboldened with love and strife, the First Twin attacked the Second and tore out his many eyes, leaving only his great eye which grew bright and hot with hatred and anger. Before he could act, the First distributed the many eyes among the humans, giving them two each. In their haste, the eyes fell to animals as well.
Enraged, the Second clawed feverishly at their other half in hopes of stealing their eyes as well. Alas, the First was only able to steal a few eyes which fell to earth in strange places. Fearful, the First fled from their other half and hid in the dark.
Now, the One Who Hates can be seen roaming the sky with their single great eye, searching for the One Who Loves who hides in the dark, watching over humans with a billion eyes.
Hawke closed the book, massaging his temple. It was a simplistic retelling of the legend, skipping over the extraneous details of the story. Bits such as the sun burning humans because of their hatred for them, the reason for humanity’s violent and hateful nature as remnants of the One Who Hates. It was all very easy to understand. Of course the Leesh would think the night sky was some benevolent, protective god. They were accustomed to the north’s long nights and short days.
But the book gave Hawke no clues as to where the One Who Loves’ eyes were! Only that they were “in strange places”.
Closing the book, the Captain leaned back in his chair and let the exhaustion flood through him. It was always the same. Every new lead was a dead end. If Hawke hadn’t seen one for himself he would have written the stories off as nothing more than myth.
But he had. He had seen of those eyes for himself and it had been the most beautiful thing in existence.
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Hawke woke with a start, thoughts drowsy and sluggish. The book lay closed on his desk. Another dead-end. Another failure. Another bullet point on a growing list.
He rose from his desk, back sore as though he’d slept on a pile of rocks. He had to stop falling asleep in his chair. His youthful days were behind him, but their wear and tear was still taking its toll. Still groggy, Hawke strolled out of his cabin, shielding his eyes against the bright sunshine that greeted him.
The sight of Kasper was a dose of water to the face (literally in Kasper’s case). After last night’s disappointment, Hawke was hopeful for some good news. Anything would do.
“Any news?” Served as the Captain’s greeting as he approached the cook. His gaze lingered only briefly on the mershark in his tank. Hawke had yet to decide whether the thing was an asset, a liability, or a plain old burden.
Judging by Kasper’s dripping hair, the mer was causing trouble. As usual. He always acted up when he was bored. Without waiting for an answer from Kasper, Hawke called out to Seth, who hung leisurely over the railing, enjoying the view.
“Where’s Levy?”
Seth perked up and shrugged, “In her room. Probably sleeping.”
“Bring her up here and have her do something about the mermaid. It’s getting troublesome again.” Levy seemed to be the only one that could keep the mershark from making a fuss. Even if she disliked being out in the sun, this was her job now. It occurred to Hawke that maybe the ghost's aversion to sunlight was more than a displeasure for sunburns. Maybe it was superstition that made her avoid being out in the day. Did some ancient memories tell her to hide from the One Who Hates' gaze?
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 14:20:05 GMT -5
i'll stop sweating it when i'm dead!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 14:28:33 GMT -5
beautiful post <3 i'll respond soon
pls no dont do the death thing but also stop sweating
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 14:32:25 GMT -5
take your time!
i'm fleshing out levy's history to better fit with the lore~ this is so much fun!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 14:45:39 GMT -5
i am !!
this post is an ari pov post, surprisingly 0:
fleshing out his backstory, his home, and his current thoughts!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 26, 2017 14:54:54 GMT -5
yeaaaaaaaaaaaah! ari post! love that boy <3 i can't wait to learn more about him!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 15:00:16 GMT -5
Once upon a time, Aristaeus of Tekahn Reef had been a free mer. He had had the Tekahn Reef Pod, had his mother whom he'd doted on, had everything he could've asked for. In time, he would have become the leader of the pod after his grandfather, whom had been aged beyond most mer years - nearing his fourth hundredth year. While mer were often long-lived creatures, it was usually less than two hundred. His grandfather had been an ancient mershark, had never stopped growing - he had been a giant beast, nearing forty meters long. Of course, he was still small compared to some others, but...for a shark, he was huge.
Ari had been the smallest mershark in his pod, which had been laughable, at the time. Small and swift and nervous. Look at him, the others in his pod would say, he won't survive a day!
He had survived. Against all odds. His mother had tried to help him without growing too attached - and once it had been obvious that Ari was going to survive, she'd named him, had doted on him as he had to her. The Tekahn Reef Pod had finally grown used to the idea of a smaller mershark, had accepted that he was going to remain small. When he'd capped out his size at five or so meters, nobody had been surprised. Nobody had cared too much, save for those in his age range.
Tekahn, himself, had been amused. Had watched over his grandson with something like interest, and when he had announced that Ari would be following in his footsteps - well. That had caused some conflict. Why would the largest and oldest mershark give such an important role to a runt? they would ask, it's just not natural.
Well, Tekahn had smiled a lazy smile, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening, sometimes, our brightest stars are those that gain little attention.
They had still argued. And then, and then, Ari had left. He'd warned his grandfather beforehand. It was supposed to be simple explorations - venture out to various seas, come back. Tekahn had thought that it was a rather smart idea, in case they ever needed to migrate - and then had had gone home, found blood, and nothing else. A mershark as ancient and as large as his grandfather traveled slowly, but there had been no signs. Ari had gone the opposite way. Tekahn Reef became abandoned, and so life continued. He thought about it often, often wondered what would've happened had he not left. Twelve years ago, he had lost everything. Had smelt death, had moved away. Perhaps, finally, Tekahn had passed away and the pod had crumbled without leadership. If so, then that...that was entirely Ari's fault. There was all the chance that he, single-handedly, could've destroyed his pod.
To hide from the possibility of that, he'd traveled. Had met beautiful, giant mersquids at the outskirts of the Deep, had ventured a little into the deep and had survived an attack by a strange fish with a light on its head, had met another mershark double his size whom had been rather friendly, all things considered. He'd met so many types of mer, had talked to them, had learned from them. Of course, there were those who hated him - the Free Isles domestic mer, for one. They hated him. Wanted him dead, most likely. He'd hunted in their territory, had grinned at their leader and had said so what? and had generally been a pain in their tails. It had been amusing. But...overall, he was a well-explored mershark. The entire ocean was his home, and yet...
...he was here. Stuck in a tank. Talking to humans, a creature that he had never talked to until his capture, and being left with very little to do. The fish thrown into his tank pitied him, laughed at him. They had accepted their deaths, they didn't care - but they knew that Ari would not get the release of death. Would not be free.
The humans weren't bad. Levy was interesting, the most unique of the humans - he wanted to know more about her Deep-like colouring, wanted to know why the others called her ghost (though he had started doing it, too). She seemed...somewhat out of place, to his eyes. Like she should've been somewhere else. Yet...she seemed at home in the night, and that was interesting too!
He'd started telling the twins apart, too. Jasper was the one who fished for him and fed him, who tried to get Ari to mimic his movements (it worked), who made for entertainment until Jasper himself got bored and wandered away. Kasper was the one who stood by his tank from time to time, who glanced at him and talked to him in off-handed tones. It had only taken a matter of a day or so to get used to the twins, but it was something, at least. (Kasper also had a softer voice, whereas Jasper's was deeper than his body suggested it should've been).
Ari wasn't sure what to make of the Captain. He didn't trust the man (though couldn't deny he was easy on the eyes), didn't know what to make of him. He was an enigma, of sorts.
At present, the mershark rested his chin on his arms and watched the world go by. After splashing Kasper with water, he'd become bored once again, had felt a little too childish for soaking the poor man. He listened without truly paying attention, swayed his tail back and forth and watched the various members of the crew go about their business. Though some of them glanced to Ari (and, if they thought their superiors weren't looking, they sometimes came by to poke at his tank. It was interesting. At dinnertimes, they sometimes gave him scraps of what they ate - dried, salty meat that was weird but not unpleasant, sometimes citrus fruits that were amazing but, apparently, they didn't want to give too much because humans were at risk of some sort of disease), they didn't seem to care too much. He was a normal part of their life, now.
"There's going to be an island appearing, soon," Kasper said slowly to the Captain, a hand running through his damp hair. "Zyancie Island. The locals think that it's a bad omen because humans never come back from it," he glanced back to Ari's tank, frowned in what looked to be a thoughtful way. "A--the mershark seems to know a bit about it, too. There's a monster that slumbers there that a mermaid nor a human can take on, but it's thought there's treasure there."
He seemed to pause, almost nervously.
"The locals won't say much on it. Apparently, the rivers on the island run red with blood, and the island itself seems to spook away any domestic mer. They only have feral type around here, apparently," he lowered his gaze to his hands. "It appears at the night of a full moon. There's only talk of it because it's tomorrow."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 15:00:42 GMT -5
ari's super fun to rp (':
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