Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
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For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Dec 5, 2016 10:03:08 GMT -5
Sally was just ladling a finished potion into individual vials when the door to her boutique opened. The shrunken head hanging from the handle croaked "customer!" as it bounced against the grain with the outward swing of the portal. Sally returned her spoon to the simmering cauldron she'd been attending, called "Just a moment!" and stoppered the miniature containers she'd been filling with corks deftly. "It's just me, Miss Sally," came a dry, high voice. Around the row of other potions for sale that lay between brewing station and entrance waddled a small form, wrapped head to toe in bandages with a single, bulbous eye sticking between them in the center of its head.
"Oh, Mummy," Sally said kindly. "That was quick. Did the delivery go all right?" She scooped the vials into her arms and walked them to an empty stretch of shelf waiting for them. While she arranged them, Mummy replied. "Yup! Gal said thanks for the beheaded bath bomb. It'll really slime up her scales." Sally smiled while Mummy climbed onto a stool and sat there. She still was surprised at how content her new business made her feel. Acting as seamstress and potion craftswoman for Halloweentown made her think that she was needed and doing things worthwhile to help others.
"Well, thank you for taking it. Now, for your payment." Sally pulled from the pocket on her skirt a little container of liquid whose lid doubled as a dropper. Mummy accepted it anxiously and she knew he was smiling, even if she couldn't see his mouth. "Remember, two drops at dawn, two at dusk. This should get rid of the infection, and maybe next time you'll bring goggles when you take a dip in the lake." Mummy nodded and thanked her, then slid off of the stool and skipped toward the door. "Where are you off to in such a rush?" Sally inquired, eyes wide and inquisitive. "Oh!" Mummy said, turning to talk to her and walk backwards at the same time. "The doctor's lost another experiment! The whole town's looking for it!"
Sally dropped the last vial she held. It shattered on the floor and released a trail of smoke that took the form of a leering face that laughed mutely at her.
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Perhaps some of the town was actively searching for Dr Finkelstein's rogue experiment, but Sally found, when she decided to investigate, that the vast majority of the citizenry were crowded around the scientist's laboratory, spectating. Dr Finkeltsein's lip was quivering, Sally could see even from a distance while she crept closer, and he was becoming increasingly irate toward the Mayor, whose despairing face plate was permanently affixed. Jewel, the doctor's new wife, fashioned from half of his own brain, held the handles of his wheelchair and frowned. Sally didn't come too close. She was still on uneven ground with Finkelstein and no small amount of the anonymity was on her side of things.
Rather, Sally skirted the edge of the crowd, eavesdropping. Finkelstein raged at the Mayor, who fretted and continually voiced his wish that Jack would hurry up and arrive to help deal with the dilemma. It was during the third time Sally heard the Mayor say something of that sort that her roving eyes noticed where a hole had been pried into being between the metal plates that made Finkelstein's laboratory halfway up its base. Sally checked to make sure no one was watching her, but the city's focus was bent entirely on Finkelstein and the Mayor having it out. Tip-toeing away, Sally made it around the bottom of the building until the crowd was out of sight, and its noise greatly muted.
There, at the ground beneath the hole she'd found, Sally unearthed some strange tracks, undoubtedly from the missing creation, that struck out away from Halloweentown toward a strand of naked woods. Sally smiled at her luck, opened her mouth and turned to try to call to the masses about her discovery. Just before she could, Dr Finkelstein's raving reached a crescendo, and the crowds could be heard gasping and chuckling intermittently. Thinking that she could resolve all of this much more quickly working alone, Sally squared her shoulders and set off.
The trail lead into the woods several hundred yards and straight into a tunnel at the base of a large oak tree whose roots bordered the opening like lattice. Sally stopped at the mouth to this underground path. She bit her lip, fretted, and looked over her shoulder toward Halloweentown. She didn't know where this tunnel went, but seeing as there were ways to the outer world scattered throughout the countryside around Halloweentown to be used to pass to and from on Halloween night, it could, perhaps, lead anywhere. "Or maybe it's a dead end and I'm worrying over nothing," Sally murmured to herself. Emboldened by that possibility, she went forward, bending slightly to not hit her head on the ceiling of the tunnel.
(OOC: I am so sorry this is so obscenely long. All of my future posts in this thread won't be novels in their own right, I promise. I just wanted to get us to the good stuff. ;-
To an outsider visiting the Jungle, almost everything looked the same. It was easy to get lost if you didn't take things slowly and didn't look around for a good landmark to keep your bearings, even coming back later and seeing changes could throw you further. However someone born and raised in the jungle learned their way around instinctively, noticing every tree and rock like town and city dwellers used street signs. When something changed, they picked up on it early.
Today the birds and animals were in a bit of an uproar, something had just burst out of the ground and tore almost straight path through the area, only diverting when something really large and sturdy got in the way then getting right back onto the original path. A few small trees had been uprooted so far but thankfully no one was hurt, though a few perch areas had been disturbed it wasn't nesting season so there was no risk of bird eggs being damaged. Still though it was only a matter of time before the destructive newcomer came across something to fight with and it or a jungle animal got injured or worse.
The baboons were in a bit of an uproar currently, ranting among themselves about what was to be done. Seeing the anger in the adults one of the younger of the tribe decided to seek out Tarzan and ask him for help. He was tall, strong, always eager to protect and even if he had no idea what was going on Jane would be able to help, or that other one with the big patch of fur on his face. After some searching and a quick explanation the ape man was on his way. Unfortunately Tantor and Terk were elsewhere, from the sounds of things a little extra muscle wouldn't have been unwanted. For now he just looked down the hole trying to work out what could have caused such damage.
"Maybe it was a mole. They look smaller in the books but I've never seen one up close. Maybe they have big ones too?"
The baby baboon didn't pay attention, just balanced on Tarzan's head and made noises down the tunnel to play with the echo. Though there was another noise, maybe another of the things coming through. One of those 'epidemics' Tantor was always talking about.
"Is someone down there? You can come out, I just want to talk."
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 4, 2017 7:41:58 GMT -5
When Sally had crept far enough into the tunnel that all trace of the opening at her back was gone, her confidence that it was nothing but a dead end started to waver. The ground underfoot dipped and then began to climb, and she felt it. That tingling that she'd come to associate with when you stepped between worlds. In this case, the world of Halloween Town and... something else. The humidity began to climb in equal measure with the tunnel itself.
Soon Sally was bent forward keeping up with the incline and if she weren't a creature of cloth and stitching, she may have started sweating from the dense, baking air. Once she paused, hinging on the urge to turn around and go get someone else. Maybe Jack was the right way to go in this case? Reminded at once how silly Sally felt when she watched the rest of the town's reliance on Jack, she scowled and continued forward.
Light started to creep along the wall ahead of her. When Sally came within sight of the far opening of the tunnel, she heard strange noises bouncing down toward her. Startled and wary, Sally pressed against one earthy wall, crouching low, though the shadows still hid her. There was a silhouette she could see where the tunnel ended. Humanoid, except with a strangely misshapen head - not that that perturbed a denizen of Halloween Town.
Between the strange noises Sally heard a human voice calling in. Deep, but kind, beckoning her. She frowned in thought, then made up her mind. She'd come this far, after all. Standing as much as she could in the low tunnel, Sally picked her way forward with one small hand screening her large eyes from the bright sun. "I'm so sorry," she began, "I'm just looking for... something."
There was a young woman down the hole, hard to make out in the darkness but she seemed rather tall and slender and sounded a little nervous like she hadn't expected to run into anyone. Understandable considering how few humans actually lived in the jungle apart from Jane, the Professor and Tarzan. Even those who stayed at the trading post rarely ventured in too deep.
"Did you fall down there looking for the something? Are you hurt?"
Tarzan wrapped one hand around a tree root to secure himself before reaching out with his other hand. If the newcomer was injured then he'd take her back to the camp and use the supplies there, or at least as best he could given his limited experience with modern medical methods. back in the day all he needed was a few of the local plants to patch up his cuts and bruises, after Clayton however he could see the benefit of bandages, splints and sutures.
The baby baboon stayed at his perch on Tarzan's head, gripping onto his hair for safety as the apeman reached down to assist the woman. With a little adjustment to the darkness they caught sight of what seemed to be stitches on the arm she was using to shield her eyes. Maybe she had been treating her own injuries from falling down the hole?
"Another something made this hole earlier, I was trying to find it before it hurt someone. If you're stuck down there let me help you. My name is Tarzan."
He tried to remember the lessons on etiquette, greeting with your name and a handshake or polite bow. Unfortunately none of the lessons had any reference to people trapped down holes. Plus if she needed help then that had to come first before polite introductions.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 14, 2017 9:56:04 GMT -5
Sally wasn't very used to interacting with those outside of Halloween Town in Rohandor, except when she went along during her native holiday to watch the other townsfolk terrorize them (all in good fun). She was already this far, though, and felt a certain level of responsibility to get Finkelstein's newest creation back to the lab before it could do anything properly ghastly to other people or places. The voice that called down her - masculine - was thoughtful and kind, which put more of Sally's nervousness about meeting humans to rest.
Or, at least, she thought he must be human. His silhouette didn't look human, specifically around the head.
"Oh, I didn't fall," she said. "And I'm not hurt, but it was kind of you to ask." Sally crawled up the last bit of the tunnel, unsure exactly how to word the peculiar situation she was in without being disconcerting or alarming to the stranger calling down to her. When Sally made it to the last stretch of the hole, a hand thrust down to help her while the stranger spoke of what made this hole earlier and introduced himself.
Guilt made Sally wince when the doctor's experiment was brought up by the stranger, but she reached out and put her delicate hand in the much larger, stronger one hanging down to assist her. "Thank you," she said earnestly when it helped to hoist her out of the crevice. She blinked very quickly, letting her eyes adjust to the much brighter outdoors while she regained her footing. "I'm Sally," she said while still squinting around.
Remembering that her appearance was outlandish verging on unsettling to mortals, she hastened to throw more onto her sentence. "I'm from Halloween Town." She hoped that explained more things than it didn't. Sally's vision adjusted, finally, revealing an emerald world of trees, vines and leaves. Her mouth parted in quiet wonder while she looked around. Finally she turned back to the man named Tarzan, looking down at him thanks to her inhuman height.
"I'm looking for the something that made this hole. It escaped from a..." she paused, decided to leave the word "mad" off her next words and went on, saying, "scientist where I come from. I'm so sorry for anything it's done." Sally bit her bottom lip fretfully, then remembered her manners and, sheepishly, tacked on, "It's nice to meet you."
Tarzan stood up straight trying to be polite, though the woman was a lot taller than he was and he spent most of the conversation looking up (at least when she was out of the hole anyway). Her blue skin probably would have been more of a shock to most people, but not one raised in a setting were anyone he met could have different colours of skin, fur or scales. "Halloween Town?" Tarzan looked down the hole once more while Sally adjusted to her first time seeing the jungle. "That tunnel must be very deep. I didn't know there was such a place anywhere near here."
He'd read about Halloween, a special night were people dressed up as things that scared them and lit bonfires, which Jane had explained were fires that were contained to one place so that others could enjoy the light from them. A whole town named after Halloween though, he had so many questions that would unfortunately have to wait until the thing that made the hole was found.
Sally explained that a scientist from her home had invented whatever it was that was causing damage, leaving the apeman scratching his head in confusion. The Professor invented things all the time and none of them could dig a hole that big or push over a tree. His thoughts drifted back to one of the prior times that was supposed to be around Halloween. Hopefully the scientist Sally knew hadn't invented something like another Headless Horseman. Tarzan was not looking forwards to a fight like that again.
"So what did the scientist make? Did he make some way to turn it off?"
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Aug 21, 2017 7:23:41 GMT -5
Sally kept watching Tarzan carefully out of the corner of her eye, when she wasn't too mesmerized by the strange new world around her. He didn't scream, or try to scramble away, or even get visibly defensive when he looked at her. That was much better than Sally had anticipated, and she was grateful that he was only perplexed or curious by her appearance.
The ragdoll hadn't forgotten the dire need that drove her, or the menace that Finkelstein's newest creation could be in this place, but a part of her was busy being allured by her surroundings. Coming from a place as barren and colorless as Halloween Town, this world of bursting color and radical life was surreal and amazing to her. After her last words, a strange, feathered thing fluttered by overhead, distracting her.
"Oh, I don't know that it is around here," she said thoughtfully. Sally didn't really know how the shortcuts from Halloween Town worked. She supposed that you had to be a citizen, or at least accompanied by a citizen to make use of them one way or another. That explained why foreigners didn't wander into Halloween Town occasionally. Sally hadn't ever stopped to fully consider the why's and how's of it. The pathways - normally found in spooky places like abandoned houses or cemeteries - to get around Rohandor on Halloween night were just another commonplace component of being a monster.
Trying to explain the riddle of it all was unnecessary, though. Sally had come there for a reason, and Tarzan was trying to find the same troublemaker she was. "Actually," she said, tucking some yarn hair behind an ear, embarrassed, "I'm not entirely sure." She wasn't, either. Sally didn't know what the doctor had made or if there was a particular way to control or command it. Feeling shameful, and determined to prove she would be more useful than she sounded, Sally added firmly, "If we can just find it, you can leave the rest to me."
After all, Sally was a creation of Finkelstein, too. She was confident she'd know what to do and how to do it when the moment came... She thought.
"So you're looking for a something and you don't know what it looks like, what it can do or if it is even in the jungle?" Tarzan scratched his head trying to piece it all together. "That sounds kind of difficult. I'd like to help."
It did seem likely that the tunnel and the rest of the damage was caused by the something, or that it would be a good trail to follow to find where it went.
"Some of the animals have gotten worked up by the digging and the trees falling. I should go with you in case they think you had something to do with it. It takes time for them to get used to strangers and I could talk with them for you."
Baby baboon wasn't unnerved by the newcomer either, he dropped off of Tarzan's head and grabbed onto Sally's arm so that he could climb up to her shoulder. He chittered slightly as he got comfortable once more, eager to have a new friend to follow around. Luckily Tarzan was there to keep him from getting upset over anything minor like he did when Jane first came to the jungle and had her sketch pad stolen. "Most of the time I use the trees to get around, but if the something is knocking them over then maybe we should stick to the ground." He gathered a fallen vine and looped the end, just in case they needed some kind of lasso to pin down the something. "Are you ready to go or did you need to get something to find it?"
Most things living in the jungle could be found if you knew what they liked. Gorillas and birds liked the trees, bugs liked the warm spots underneath things and the lizards liked rocks or logs to sun themselves on. The ape man had no idea whatsover where a something that a Halloween town professor invented would go to get comfy.
ooc: Sorry, this is just bad. PM me if we need to discuss more to work with.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 4, 2017 7:48:42 GMT -5
"Really?" Sally said, taken slightly aback when Tarzan so readily offered to help her. Part of her automatically wanted to try to turn aside his aid, purely in the spirit of not wanting to be any trouble for him. The majority of Sally was pragmatic, though. She was in a strange place with no knowledge of her surroundings and Tarzan was a native; Sally needed to find Finkelstein's creation; Tarzan, too, probably wanted it to be found as quickly as possible so it would stop causing such havoc in the jungle.
"Thank you." Sally smiled apologetically. Tarzan continued, explaining what was happening in the area, that animals were becoming distress from the mayhem, and mentioned several ways that his company would be ideal. Sally grimaced, feeling guilty and partially responsible for it all as the representative in that place from Halloween Town. "Well, the sooner we find it the better." She peered around the trees, now worrisome enough that the awe and splendor of them didn't puncture her bubble of doubt.
The small creature that was sitting on Tarzan's head - what had given his silhouette such a strange shape - clambered down his bare arm and up Sally's to nestle and chatter on her shoulder. The ragdoll was perplexed at first, but soon found the thing endearing enough to be tickled that he chose her to laze on. She smiled gently at it and looked to Tarzan, who was coiling a length of stray vine.
With that settled, and Tarzan suggesting they stick to the ground (something Sally was quietly thankful for), he deferred to her judgment again. Sally thought back to when she was newly created by the doctor and ventured to empathize with the creation that was running amok. "I think it's just inquisitive," she said. "If we follow the trail, maybe we'll get a better idea? Or is there somewhere high up we could use to find where trees are being toppled now?"
"It wouldn't be right not to help." Tarzan shrugged as Sally thanked him for the offer.
She raised a good point that he'd forgotten all about. The tree tops could provide a great way to see where the something was. Maybe Tarzan had just forgotten about them while trying to stay on the ground out of politeness. It would require some quick teaching though, hopefully Sally would be able to handle it.
"Hold on to this."
He knotted the other end of the vine and looped it over his shoulders, giving the other loop to Sally to secure herself. The nearby trees had enough hand and footholds to scale so Tarzan wasted no time starting his ascent. He took it a little slower than usual to give his passenger time to secure herself on the holds as she passed them, eventually reaching a long thick branch that could support both of them. The apeman reached the branch and pulled on the vine to assist Sally the rest of the way, then looked out over the jungle.
"Over by the river, there should be more trees closer together. That must be where it went."
With a quick tug he seized another hanging vine, specially picked to give Sally an easy route to the next safest branch. He'd have to take a more acrobatic route himself but the visitor would need the one more suited to a beginner tree swinger.
"Just hold on as tight as you can. Step off the branch and let the vine carry you, they can hold many people without snapping so you'll be fine. When you get to the end of the swing just step down at the branch and I'll be right behind you the whole time."
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 13, 2017 7:51:45 GMT -5
The native human made two loops on the vine at each end. He offered one to Sally and strung the other end across his shoulders. Tarzan approached the nearest tree trunk and began to scale it. Sally blinked slowly up at him, still confused, but also a little impressed at how easily he was climbing. The creature squatting on her shoulder clambered down and up after Tarzan and comprehension dawned on her.
Rushing to catch up, Sally slipped her own loop over her head and dropped it into place on her waist. Maybe it was a good thing that Tarzan was acting so casually about all of this? With his rate of movement, combined with them being tied together, Sally was forced to carry on when she normally would've hesitated and possibly even tried to avoid it altogether. Smothering any noises of apprehension, she started up after Tarzan, watching where he put his hands and feet and mimicking them.
Her job would've been harder, but Sally weighed very little, full as she was of dried leaves, so there was very little to haul up. She was so focused on her task that when they arrived on a sizable branch, she was alarmed at how high they'd come. Sally clutched onto the trunk while Tarzan snatched another vine, passed it to her and offered more instructions.
She understood what Tarzan was explaining how to do but she didn't want to go through with it. Sally had always felt clumsy when it came to anything other than her needlework. "Right behind me?" she double-checked with Tarzan at the last. Once she was sure he'd be spotting her, Sally grabbed the vine with both hands and stepped into the open air.
At first she shut her eyes tight while her stomach plummeted. The vine pulled taut and she started to swing. Easing out of her fall, Sally chanced a glance and saw the world sweeping by. She gasped in wonder and almost forgot to step onto the next waiting branch when it came. Sally dropped onto it, stumbled, and ended up crouching to steady herself with both hands.
"That was more fun than I thought it'd be," she mused.
(OOC: Feel free to skip us along to the vantage point they're headed toward! I would have but my post was running long because I got winded explaining Sally's first vine swing lol)
From what he could tell during the initial climb, Sally was a lot lighter than someone of her height normally was, all the better for tree climbing since she could use just about any vine or branch for support without risk of breakage. As long as she held on she'd be fine.
The ape man took a more complex route than the one he gave the visitor, two quick vine swings and a slide down a winding branch finishing in a leap to the tree Sally had stepped off on. The journey towards the river continued in a similar routine, Tarzan would guide Sally to the safest vines to swing on while following at his own pace to watch over her.
"You're a fast learner. Do they have a lot of things to climb in Halloween town?"
The river was indeed where the trail of damage had ended. Tarzan crouched on his branch and looked down on the area. There was no sign of any of the animals that were usually nearby, no bathing elephants or thirsty apes, even the crocodiles had left the area. Something must have scared them off. There were a few downed trees along with a trail of disturbed earth leading to the water but no sign that the something had left afterwards.
"I think it's hiding in the river. I'll go take a look, maybe it'll run out of breath and have to surface soon."
Tarzan showed Sally a few routes down, a few handholds for ease and a few vines for a more speedy descent. Afterwards he lowered himself down to the ground and crawled out onto a small path of rocks leading out into the middle of the river. A few bubbles popped here and there but he couldn't make out any sign of anything below, too much mud had been disturbed and clouded the water.
ooc: Sorry, didn't want to make too much initiative with your monster or how it might or might not approach. PM me if you need more.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 21, 2017 8:26:02 GMT -5
"Not really," Sally said at Tarzan's question while the river sparkled just ahead. "Mostly everything's half-dead there." Or completely dead, in the case of a fair few townsfolk.
Finally Sally released a vine and landed with a slight stumble on a branch above a roaring river fed by waterfalls larger than any she could have imagined to the left. She was mystified, but ever the pragmatist. Sally took in the wondrous sight, but only briefly before she turned her attention on the scene below, as Tarzan was doing.
Sally noted the tracks coming, but not going. She frowned, her brow furrowed in contemplation. Tarzan suggested the monster could be hiding in the river and Sally gasped softly in response. "Oh, just please be careful," she called down in a stage whisper, kneeling and peering over the branch at Tarzan's descent. She eyed the different ways he'd showed her on how to get down while he crept out along a line of boulders that studded the currents of the river.
Tarzan was halfway out when a great churning began to happen. Water in the river twisted and constricted, bubbled and foamed and left a trail of vapor all concentrated on one point between the line of rocks and the distant falls. The commotion built and built and built... BOOM! The river exploded, and a shadow launched from the explosion, high in the air, before dropping on a boulder in front of Tarzan.
Sally was halfway down the tree, desperate to help Tarzan. She paused and looked toward the source of so much destruction and fear in the jungle itself...
"Bark bark!" The monster was the size of a chihuahua and may have had parts from one. It was a fused, four-legged mass of reanimated flesh, mutated limbs and even some mechanical components most obvious from the antenna on its head and one, green, false eye. Yet, for all of its disparate pieces, the thing was undeniably... "It's adorable!" Sally said, half-astonished, half-charmed.
The creature might have approached him quietly most of the way but blasting out of the river caught Tarzans attention right away. He raised himself up to brace for the impact of an airborne opponent only to see a small bundle of wet fur (and a few other textures) drop in front of him and start barking. The something was a dog?
Sally seemed just as surprised at how it looked, apparently she was also expecting something much larger behind the trail of damage from Halloween Town through to the Jungle. The ape man wasn't one to judge on looks, but he did have to admit there were a few odd factors to the creature like how uneven it looked from being made up of different parts.
"He's so small."
Tarzan kneeled down next to the dog, mimicking the barking briefly as he tried to converse with it. He had only a few opportunities to talk with dogs in the past, mostly due to their owners hurrying along when he tried to talk with their pets, so he was using what little he knew for now and trying to fill in the blank spots in his knowledge along the way.
"<You-make-breakings?>" He barked, sniffled and woofed. "<Travel-hole-from-home. In-Jungle-lost?>"
Hopefully he could get through to him eventually. Talking things out was a lot better for everyone than fighting. Except for animals like Sabor or humans like Clayton. For now Tarzan couldn't see any sign of ill will towards others in the dog. Mainly because he did't have much experience with patchwork animals but still...
"<Me-Tarzan." He indicated himself before making the same sign in the dogs direction "<You?>"
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 28, 2017 9:15:24 GMT -5
She could hear Tarzan's comment, just barely, over the hiss and roar of the nearby falls. Sally very much agreed: it was incredibly small. She was highly surprised that such a tiny thing had made such a mess of things on its wandering through this giant forest. Surprised, but not disbelieving. There were quite a few monsters in Halloween Town whose strength wasn't exactly apparent based on their appearances.
Sally scrambled down the rest of the tree as fast as she could. The evidence showed that this little creation didn't know its own strength. Or, at least, that's what Sally hoped. The alternative was that it knew what kind of damage it was causing but didn't care - or worse, enjoyed it. Whatever the case may be, she liked her odds of dealing with it if it got rowdy more than Tarzan's.
"Be careful!" she called out. The ragdoll crept to the edge of the river while her guide seemed to be... talking with it? Sally's lips formed a small "O" of admiring interest. She watched on carefully, but didn't wander out on the line of rocks. Water was volatile for her - she'd come apart at the stitches, you see, and her stuffing would get soggy and drift out.
Finkelstein's canine creation, meanwhile, was happily beaming up at Tarzan. <"I explore!"> it said with a few excited yips. <"Master leave kennel open for me! So many smells! So many friends!"> When Tarzan inquired to the thing's name, it lifted its head proudly, showing a collar that it wore and a metal tag with the word "Sawyer" carved crudely into it.
Then inquisitiveness stole over the little monster. It tilted its head and perked its ears forward thoughtfully. <"Are you friend?"> it asked, both wary and hopeful. Were Tarzan to answer in the affirmative, Sawyer had decided he would leap onto him and give Tarzan a few affectionate licks on the face for good measure.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5