Talent Scouts 6-8

<CounterBeard> So. Savage. You had just escaped THE OLD PEOPLE to bury your friend. Dawn is just breaking as you walk through the city. Heading away from the hospital and toward what you think is the distance tree line. Or atleast greenery away from the city.
<Savage> Savage has Sentrhat settled upon his head and Wukong's body held against his chest with both arms; he's been aiming to get out of town about as fast as he can without straining himself.  He's still tired and lacking the normal spring in his step.
<CounterBeard> If you make good time it shouldn't take you more than fifteen or so minutes before getting out of town and away from all the people. People walking to work ot on bikes ride by giving you little attention, one or two people watch with little interest more at your obvious condition than anything else. As you rush off you or suddenly met with the slope and banks of the swamp. A small wooden peir juts out, currently unoccupie
<CounterBeard> The banks of the swamp are bathed in a thick fog, you can see little more than twenty feet into the marshlands through it all. The air is wet and hangs on your skin. It seems like it is going to be a humid and warm day.
<Savage> Savage hesitates a little at the sight of the swamp; this is hardly what he'd hoped for.  It was so... -wet-.  He huddled his lost friend a little closer to himself, still scanning the area; maybe there was a way around, or through, or something.  The pier had caught his eye, and so he made his way there.
<CounterBeard> The ground is spongy and not quite damp...but there are some puddles you don't want to step in. The peir itself is mostly in good repair, you can spot the rotting skeleton of the peir before this one, or rather what is left of it a few feet away. From your vantage point on the peir you can make out some islands a little farther out and...Roll perception.
<Savage> 1d20-3 implying perception
<DiceMaid-9001> Savage, implying perception: 9 [1d20=12]
<CounterBeard> Ohgodisthataflyingcorphish! As you watch you see the face of a corphish suddenly loom out of the mists, from what you can tell it isn't actually in the water. Behind it you see other hidden shadow shapes come closer as well.
<Savage> "..." Savage stares down the shadows in the fog; normally he'd be bounding into a potential challenge with breakfast... right now, he's just watching them solemnly.
<CounterBeard> As the corphish floats(?) closer you notice it has on a pair of goggles. The shadows eventually form the shape of a man poling in a rather large fan boat. The corphish standing at its front. You can hear his grumblings as the corphish acts as a figurehead. "Cor," it waves its little pincer at Savage.
<Savage> "...Hey," he nods down to it, then looks up to the man on the boat.  "...You take people through here?"
<CounterBeard> The man starts, his own goggles obsuring his face a bandana around his mouth. "Yep. Well, when I's paid to. Currently got a resoivrvation for some folks later today."
<Tip> (hey we were watching Savage I remember this!)
<Savage> "...Oh."  He looks down to his little monkey, sighing.  "...There's no place that's... like a normal forest or anything.  Near here.  Is there?"
<CounterBeard> Taking off the bandanna the man scratches his chin. "Can't seys I know. Little islands about are forestlike. Whyya lookin' for one?"
<CounterBeard> "Dey seys these parts ain't too frendly to outsiders, evenina besta times."
<Savage> Savage clutches Wukong a little closer to his chest.  "...Proper respects to my brother.  It's too wet here... but I won't do it in the city.  I can't."
<CounterBeard> The man and the crawdad start to lash up the fanboat. The huge fan in its cage looks somewhat mystical in the dense fog, as if it was only half there. The man steps a little closering getting a good look at you and the monkey for the first time. He whistles low taking off his goggles, the corphis a beat behind. "I sorry to hear about his passin'...Well. If is for a good cause I'm sure she make an exception this time..." T
<Savage> (Argh busy)
<Savage> (Goddamn servers)
<Savage> (*Surveys)
<CounterBeard> He nods very slowly to himself a few times befor pointing out to the nearest small island. "Start there. May show you to good place to lay the fallen. May take you out of swampland alla together. Maybe even meet you. You inna Her hands now."
<Savage> (Oh god I wish this guy would shut up)
<CounterBeard> (=( )
<Rock> ](He wasn't talking about the NPC, I swear!)
<CounterBeard> (Heh. I would understand either way I get long winded with NPCs >.>)
<Tip> (I'm here I swear)
<Rock> (>_> Anyways, I think he's talking about the guy conducting the survey.)
<CounterBeard> (brb a tic)
<Savage> (18 fucking minutes goddamnit it's nearly 8PM why are you calling people for a goddamn energy survey at this time of night)
<YellowYoshi> (this is why I don't answer those numbers =X)
<Savage> Savage isn't quite sure he gets what the strange guy's talking about, but nods.  "Alright... whatever it takes."
<Savage> (And I don't have caller ID or anything so uh)
<YellowYoshi> (oh buh... no way to get out of them I guess? If you're at all like me you are probably too nice to just outright say no)
<CounterBeard> (Sorry about that was doing netflixy type stuff then got dragged into drooling over MHP3)
<Tip> (Somehow, I read NPH, and thought OMG NEIL PATRICK HARRIS??!!?)
<Rock> (...I should try playing a MH game.)
<CounterBeard> The fog and mist seem to be physically parted by something, giving you a clear view to te island. You should be able to make it in a single jump, or a short swim.
<CounterBeard> (I loeve MH. Been playing since the first on PS2.)
<Savage> Savage prefers the LEAPS AND BOUNDS method.  Not that he's got a problem with being soaked but he doesn't really want to douse Wukong - or risk whatever the heck is hiding down in that water.
<Savage> 1d20+2 LEAPS AND BOUNDS
<DiceMaid-9001> Savage, LEAPS AND BOUNDS: 8 [1d20=6]
<Savage> (Dicemaaaaid D: )
<CounterBeard> Savage juuuust makes it, stumbling as he catches the lip of the island falling on his backside into the muck. The area around seems to be cleared of mist as well...is it thinner that way? It seems to be leading you to a series of little raised bits of earth that goes to another island. The man calls out as Savage leaves "I hope you find what you are lookin' for Savageboy."
<Savage> Savage picks himself up, beating some of the mud off of his rear with one hand; but quite glad to have not doused his companions.  "Thanks," he hollers back... then sets off, letting instinct lead the way.
<Savage> 1d20+2 just in case, more dex.  Be cool dicemaid
<DiceMaid-9001> Savage, just in case, more dex.  Be cool dicemaid: 20 [1d20=18]
<CounterBeard> Savage gets his mojoback, all the greenery reminding him of home. He picks and jumps on the stepping stones bounding from each one to the next. Going mostly parallele to the coast, but ever so slightly deeper into the marshy landscape. The fog in his immediate area seems to just be dispersed, or rather held a bay, always with just a tough lightened inone direction. Eventually leading to a large copse of trees. They form a
<Rock> (Counter: it's cut off. "They form a"
<CounterBeard> a perimeter around the island.
<CounterBeard> (Damn, I've been so good to stop before the cut off thus far too.)
<Savage> "There...!" Savage's eyes focus in on the spot, bounding forward across the marsh, his energy slowly returning to him with his objective in sight.  "Just a little more... and you can finally rest."
<Rock> (Well, some other parts are cut off too, I just didn't pay attention to them.)
<CounterBeard> (Damn.)
<Tip> (Yeah)
<Tip> (I'm here too. Don't worry me and Rock are here for like here)
<Rock> (For a while.)
<Rock> (Or... what?)
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<YellowYoshi> !dm9001 lastlines #5
<Tip> (Rock I'm watching you I'm not gonna let you get hurt!)
<Rock> (Bullcrap. You're the one who gets hurt.)
<YellowYoshi> (says the guy that faceplanted in the forest)
<CounterBeard> The trees seem to ring a vacant plot of dirt, nothing is growing in it, nothing is in it at all...Save a single stone, standing upright there seems to be an inscription but time and the weather has worn it away.
<CounterBeard> roll me perception for my own amusement.
<Savage> 1d20-3 and dicemaid's
<DiceMaid-9001> Savage, and dicemaid's: 14 [1d20=17]
<CounterBeard> Cuddles fidgets on your head, making little nervous noises. He tries to nest better before pointing at a shadow, just out of the ring of trees. It seems short, and hunched over. Smaller than you.
<Savage> "...?" Savage doesn't notice at first, settling down to start digging next to the grave; then he looks up to stare at the small figure hiding from him.  "...Hi?"
<CounterBeard> It waves, motioning you to the plot of earth. A coarse, worn, but distictly female voice says "Let him rest. He has earned it."
<Savage> "...Yeah," he nods; looking down to the plot.  One arm still holding the young Chimchar to his chest in an embrace that doesn't seem to want to end; the other begins digging away with purpose.
<CounterBeard> Cuddles hops off and starts to help dig as well. Pushing the earth moved by Savage away.
<Savage> "Thanks, Cuddles," Savage manages a smile to his one remaining companion, digging and digging and digging... what tells him that he's done isn't obvious, he just stops after a while.
<Tip> (Savage doesn't seem so Savage)
<Rock> (It was a nickname given to him.)
<Tip> (I was trollin :3c)
<Rock> (>_>)
<Tip> (I am a master troll you should know this)
<Savage> He keeps his hold on Wukong for a while, as if he can't actually bring himself to do it; then he slowly pulls his friend away from himself, settling the young monkey down into his final resting place.
<Tip> (Pussy)
<CounterBeard> Cuddles watches his friend enter the ground and startes to weep. He patpats Wukong on the head with his tail as he enters the little grave.
<Tip> (I should
<Savage> "...Let's let you rest, while I can still feel the last of your warmth.  Okay?"
<CounterBeard> Savage, you hear a rumbling and a groaning and heavy steps. The shadow in the fog, is enveloped by a larger one. Much larger, a blue scaled snout enters the little clearing with a red dorsal ridge.
* DiceMaid-9001 is now known as RichterBelmont
* RichterBelmont is now known as DiceMaid-9001
<Savage> Savage doesn't turn right away.  He shuts his eyes, focusing on the feeling of soil moving as though on automatic.
<CounterBeard> (aw crap hold on a second.)
<CounterBeard> The feraligatr eventually walks forward placing a rough stone infront of the grave. It grunts, its purple eyes glowing dimly as it enters the fog again.
<Savage> "...Yeah.  Just like us... we will vanish, but not be forgotten." Savage answers aloud to something nobody seems to have asked him; finishing up the grave.
<Savage> And then... instead of getting up to leave, he flops down, next to the grave, flat on his back... and yawns.
<CounterBeard> The larger shadow melds away, with a faint splash leaving only the smaller one. A wrinkled, scaley, clawed hand points from the mists toward the waters leading back to the main land. Small tendrils of frost form along the water, now turning ice. "Not yet time to sleep."
<Savage> "...No?  Not even one last time, under the same stars...?" Savage sighs, and pushes himself back up.  "...Yeah.  I shouldn't be getting so sentimental."
<Savage> He pushes himself up to his feet, bringing Cuddles back up to rest atop his head.  "...Let's go, then."
<Rock> (...hm...)
<Tip> (.... So that's why Savage dies in the end)
<CounterBeard> The ice bridge slowly finishes forming. "Always be under the same stars..." the voice trails off as the shadow melts away into the god.
<YellowYoshi> (Wait what
<YellowYoshi> (WHAT)
<YellowYoshi> (the hell did I miss)
<Savage> He takes one last look back to the grave... and smiles at it.  "Yeah.  See you again sometime... for now, it's our goodbye."
<Savage> He then gets his move on, some of the spring restored to his step.  This ice bridge is convenient.
<Tip> (He commits Suicide under the stars ;-;)
<CounterBeard> (wtf Tip?)
<Rock> (>_>)
<Tip> (Oh... Welll... I typed that just seeing the goodbye thing)
<Rock> (So, how much did Rock and Tip see of this scene?_
<CounterBeard> (So, Savvy just finished with burials. And is now leaving from ICEBRIDGE...)
<CounterBeard> Rock and tip see a strange flow of the mist as it condenses and...Freezes? The water is freezing. What the hell? Is it coming at them?
<Rock> "...this is probably it." he whispered to Tip.
<Tip> "Ice... Pretty cool if you ask me." Tip puts on his Shades
<Tip> (Yeah, I just did)
<CounterBeard> (I will relish when you guys go up the mountains at some point.)
<Tip> (Gotcha)
<Rock> (Yep.)
<CounterBeard> The two also see the form of Savage start to scrambleskate across.
<Rock> "..." Rock keeps quiet, hoping that Savage wouldn't notice him.
<Tip> "... Oh hey it's Savage!"
<CounterBeard> (Prepare for imminent Awkward/Dramu.)
<Rock> (Exclamation mark. Really?)
<Tip> (Yes)
* Tip waves and smiles
<Savage> Savage doesn't seem notice them right away, but something about his antics of trying to deal with sudden ice is a little more... familiar.  Then he finally looks where he's going.  "Oh, Tip--..."
<Tip> "There ya are buddy." Tip holds out a hand. "Been Looking for ya'"
<Rock> "..." Still trying to keep quiet, Rock held his breath. He knew that Savage probably didn't want to talk to him.
<Savage> Savage just stares at the two of them, not really finding any words.  He seems to be collecting himself, which is a little curious for him.  Although not as curious as the fact that his hair is busy not being fire red anymore - there's a patch of it at the front that has turned a smoky white.
* Tip looks at Savage, and then over to Rock. "I brought Rock along. He was soooo worried about you. Right Rock?" Tip bumps Rock with his elbow
<Savage> "...Why're you here?" he finally speaks up.
<Rock> "...I was worried about you. When Alexei deserted you..." Rock looked over to the side, not wanting to say anything else. "...at least you're alright."
<Savage> "...Nobody 'deserted' me.  I asked him to let me be.  I see you didn't get the message."
<Savage> He's angry... but at least he's speaking to Rock?
* Tip puts his hands in his pocket, and kicks a Rock. "Ahem... Well... Uh... We didn't hear."
<Rock> "...we didn't hear that... sorry..." Rock sighed and tossed a Pokeball at Savage. "Here. This is the best way I can make it up to you."
<Tip> "Oh what's that?" Tip looks curiously.
<Savage> Savage looks at the ball.  Then he walks up to Rock, and...
<Savage> 1d20 Feral Strength (not even joking)
<DiceMaid-9001> Savage, Feral Strength (not even joking): 3 [1d20=3]
<Savage> (Dicemaid that was not the time for that)
<Tip> (Oh gosh what)
<Rock> "..." Rock watched as Savage completely missed, and sighed.
<Savage> He slips on the ice a little as he gets off of it, fortunately for Rock.  All the same, he throws the ball right back at him.
<Savage> "Don't insult me with this damn thing!"
<YellowYoshi> (I demand a reroll ;-;)
<Tip> "Woah calm down!"
<Tip> 1d20+3 Cha to relax~
<DiceMaid-9001> Tip, Cha to relax~: 12 [1d20=9]
<Rock> "..." Rock lets the Oshawott out of the Pokeball. "...he's yours." he said, as he snapped the ball in half.
<Tip> (Nope :3)
<CounterBeard> (She~)
<CounterBeard> (and what)
<Tip> (Maybe I should have my SHeets open)
<Savage> "Mine?"  he looks... even more insulted.  "Not only do you have the gall to say I'd 'own' someone, but you'd abandon your own friends just like that?"
<CounterBeard> The little otter blinks back and forth between Rock and Savage. "Wott?"
<Rock> "..." Rock was being insensitive... "...I didn't abandon you."
<Tip> "... Uh... Rock... Maybe you should... Stop talking... For a bit?" Tip looks over at Rock placing a hand on his chisled Shoulder, and nods. "Let me see... If I can... Help out?"
<Savage> "Not me, you..." Savage stomps his foot once in anger, and looks down at the little otter.  ..........okay he can't quite keep an angry expression look at it, it's adorable.
<Rock> "..." Rock kept quiet and waited for some reaction...
<CounterBeard> It shines its shell on its chest utterly confused.
<Rock> "Hey, Oshawott. Can you stay with him?"
* Tip looks over at Savage. "Okay Savage, Rock isn't trying to make you angry, he's just you know... An idiot. But that's okay, he was merely doing it because he's really sorry about what happened, and he meant to get you something to fill in fo... You know..."
<CounterBeard> It quirks its head to the side, making slow blinks.
<Savage> Savage sighs, and sits down with the little Oshawott, patting it on the head softly.  You can see his face twitch at Tip's comment.
<Tip> Tip's voice trails a bit as he shakes his head. "Right Rock? You're sorry right?"
<Rock> "Yeah." Rock kept quiet to not startle the Oshawott...
<Tip> "Or you can say I'm sorry to Savage yourself?" Tip nudges rock again
<Rock> "...yeah. I'm sorry for your loss, Savage." Rock looked down on the ground after saying that..
<CounterBeard> The Oshawott leans into the pattings muttering softly to itself. "Oshoshosh."
<Savage> "Right.  'You're sorry you killed my little brother'.  Right."  Savage doesn't sound so angry as he says it.  Maybe it's a good thing the Oshawott is there to keep him calm.
<Tip> "Rock really is Savage." Tip kneels down and places a hand on Savage's shoulder. "And I'm really sorry too."
<Savage> "You can repeat it all you want, it won't change what happened."
<Rock> "Don't be." Rock says as he pulls Tip a little. "It's all my fault."
<Tip> "Eh? Well I still am and you're right. But... We really shouldn't stay long? Maybe we should... You know..." Tip's voice trails off
<Rock> "...if he wants to stay, let him stay. We'll just stay with him."
<Tip> "I'll stay with Savage as long as he needs."
<CounterBeard> (Swamp Party?)
<Tip> (Yay~)
<Rock> (Heh.)
<Savage> "What gave you the idea I want you to stay with me?" Savage looks up at Rock.  Then back at Tip.  "And you, too."
<Savage> And then he turns back to Oshawott, tickling its belly :3
<Tip> "... Ah you don't want me around Savage? Understandable. I'll leave you be if you want."
<Rock> "...it's for your safety."
<CounterBeard> The haze starts to clear as the sun rises, it is about 9:30 AM after all these shenanigans.
<Savage> "You people are infuriating, did you know that?  'It's for your safety'.  That's what Rikala was complaining about, too."
<Tip> "Hey, I said I'd let well enough alone. If you want to die, it's not on me is it now Savage." Tip stands up, stretching nonchalantly
<Rock> "...that's what I've been ordered to do, sir."
<Savage> "See?  There you go.  It's like if I'm gone from your sight for three seconds I'll die--and don't sir me, I'm not an old man!"
<Tip> "No, but you might, and that worries me."
<Rock> "...I really do want to help..."
<Savage> "...I should've figured you wouldn't get it."
<Savage> "Rikala and Alexei are fine, right?"
<Savage> *Alex
<Rock> "Alex is dependable. They should be fine."
* Savage facetwitch
<Tip> "I'm sure you can handle yourself though, I just like knowing where you are."
<Savage> "Okay, let me make this as clear as I can.  One, you shouldn't be commenting on reliability; I sure can't trust you."
<Rock> "..."
<Savage> "And second, you didn't even think twice about it.  It's just 'okay they're fine'."
<Savage> "I shouldn't be any different."
<YellowYoshi> (Everyone forget's that Savage is actually 18 heeerp)
<Tip> "Well Savage, you have a point. You handled yourself before, why I doubted you, I don't know. But to quote Al' 'You are comrade.' And I think we should stick together?" Tip seems to think this is a good argument. He folds his arms, leanng back
<Savage> "Sticking together's fine, but is it that hard to get it if I ask to be left alone?"
<Tip> "... Actually. No. I'm sorry for doubting you Sav, I guess Rock was getting to me." Tip nudges Rock again, and looks at Savage
<Rock> "...yes. It is. I'm following Doug's orders right now."
<Tip> "Oh lighten up Rock." Tip turns and takes off his sunglasses. "I'm sure you can have a little deviation from the orders."
<Savage> "Were his orders 'watch Savage like a Mandibuzz and kill his brother'?  'Cause I don't think those were his orders."
<Tip> (Is it wrong I giggled?)
<Rock> "...no, his orders were the first part."
<Tip> "I doubt he needs that much watching. He has managed for like years alone."
<Savage> "...It's alllll orders with you, isn't it?  How old -are- you anyway?  Fifty?"
<Rock> "...twenty one."
<Tip> "Hey Sav, settle down."
<Savage> Savage has a smile on his face.  He's still playing with adorable wott even as he's making verbal jabs.
<Savage> "If you want me to forgive you or something silly like that, you need to lighten up and become my friend again, and that starts by listening if I say I don't wanna talk, or that I need some time alone."
<CounterBeard> The little otter starts to make crooning noises at the attention and offers its shell for Savage to hold as it starts to fall asleep.
<Tip> "... Hmm... Okay. I can dig it."
<Savage> "Oh, and stop treating Pokemon like they're tools," he adds, sitting down and bringing the Oshawott into his lap, accepting the gift.
<Rock> "...promise me you'll be fine until you come back."
<Savage> "Of course I'll be fine.  I shouldn't have to promise that; that's trust.  Got it?"
* Tip looks over at Rock, and nods. He seems to be... Caring? What's this.
<Tip> (I have no idea where we are supposed to go after this)
<Rock> "...it's not like I don't trust you. It's just..." Rock sighed a bit. "I have no idea..."
* Tip pats Rock on the back. "Lets just go and Sav will come when he's ready alright?"
<Rock> "..." Rock sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "...yeah... Savage... if you find yourself in trouble, smash your Pokedex, alright?" Rock unfastened his sword, sheath and all, and placed it in front of him.
* Savage relaxes with the little oshawotter and cuddles.  "Yeah, yeah."
<Rock> "..." Rock looked to Savage one more time, not knowing whether or not this would be the last time. "Alright, then... Tip, let's go."
* Tip remarks on the adorable Oshawott. Savage seems to be happy enough, so he starts to walk back away from (adorable) Savage. "Cmon Rock, guess we're a pair for a bit."
<Rock> "...yeah." Rock felt a pang of regret leaving Savage alone... and that pang was growing. "...am I doing something wrong?" His face turned pale as he kept walking... it became increasingly harder for him to take steps.
* Tip looks back, seeing Rock lagging behind him (What?). He matches Rock's place and wraps his arm around Rock's neck. "Everything alright Rock?"
<Rock> "...I feel like I'm not supposed to leave him... that something bad will happen."
<Tip> "Nah, don't worry about it Rock, he's a big boy, he can handle himself."
<Tip> (Somehow, I see Rock and Tip as parents to Savage just now. And Rock is the woman. )
<Rock> "...yeah." Rock regained his footing slowly but surely. "...yeah. He'll be fine, right?" Rock smiled... and you could tell it was a delusional smile. "Alright, come on, let's get that package now, alright?"
<CounterBeard> (Alright I finally agree. Talent Scouts officially confirmed for Soap Opera =B)
<Rock> (I swear, if something bad happens to Savage, I think I'm going to cry.)
<Tip> (>Lets get that package now)
<Tip> (My mind)
* UboaServ has changed the topic to: Scouts of Our Lives
<Savage> (Ahahaha)
<YellowYoshi> (Hey Beard, did you still want me to session someday before Sunday?
<Rock> (Anyways, Gar, go copy Osh's stats from my character sheet. It should be easy to navigate.)
<CounterBeard> (yyyyyyyyyyyyes. Friday? Well. Maybe. I may end up with Jury duty.)
<Tip> (Savage stop being adorable Oshawott. Rock stop being a girl. Tip.... Stop being so saxy. Yes, Saxy)
<YellowYoshi> (I'm fine with mostly whenever so... whatever works best for you mate)
<YellowYoshi> (Rika... stop being such a bitch)
<Tip> (Woops)
<CounterBeard> (Beard: Stop being so weird with the Story.)
<Rock> (And, that WOULD be /session, but this session focuses on Savage. He needs to end it.)
* Savage is going to eventually move and go pass out in a tree at the edge of the swamp or something.  ...He's getting really tired D:
<Tip> (Actually Beard... Stop Soap opera)
* YellowYoshi is now known as YellowYoshimitsu
<CounterBeard> (Man I wish I could.)
* Savage is tired OOC and IC, to clarify that