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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 18:50:53 GMT -5
Windmill Village: a lovely place a visit. Visitors could bask in the sun's rays while resting on the fine sands of the beach. All around, one could hear the sea breeze, that familiar call of the gulls...and the uncommon sound of digging. It wasn't a dog, though— —it was a purple weasel-wolf, responding to the sounds of her metal detector, digging deep into the sand. It was a little degrading, acting like a dog with a bone, but to her, it was anything for treasure! "Come on, doggone it," Snag growled, still unable to come up with something big. Finally, she picked up what had set the metal detector off in the first place: a mere slug ring, used as counterfeit currency to bypass those pesky vending machines. Defeated, she threw the slug into the sea, choosing to part with it. Sigh.
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 19:07:18 GMT -5
Not too far away from the purple weasel-wolf, an 8 year old Raccoon was collecting washed up debris from the beach. "Strewth! It's slim pickings today! This boogie board will be ripper for my tinny though!" she exclaimed. She carried on walking along the shoreline, picking up any pieces of driftwood and then putting them in my red wagon she was pulling along. Eventually, she came across what appeared to be a rather old Treehouse. The wood was in pretty good condition, but it didn't look very safe to climb into. "Hmm. That wood'll look bonza on my boat! ... but how will I get it down?" She looked around the beach, only to see a weasel-wolf with a metal detector. She looked rather occupied. "Nobodies looking.. maybe just this once." Marine put her fist in the air, and pointed at the wrecked treehouse. Suddenly, a sudden stream of water rushed from the ocean, as if Marine was holding a Housepipe. The water hit the treehouse with such a force that it was broken apart. "That was ripper!" she said as she picked up the doused wood.
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 19:16:20 GMT -5
Snag, however, wasn't as pleased. The water quickly filled the hole where she stood, causing her to jump out, gasping. Sighing, she pushed the displaced sand back into the hole. "I should've worn cut-offs today," she said, picking up her metal detector and resuming her search. The moment Snag neared the raccoon girl, she wondered if maybe Marine could use help. "Need some help?" asked the weasel-wolf. Those planks were heavy, after all.
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 19:34:45 GMT -5
Marine jumped at the sound of her voice. Strewth! I hope she didn't see me use my water power.. she could turn me into the divvys!"I-- er-- I'm fine thanks.. ^^;;" She attempted to lift another plank. One eye was watching the weasel wolf, the other focusing on the plank. Could she lift it? Of Course not.
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 19:43:27 GMT -5
Snag insisted she help, regardless of what the little girl said—and help she did, lifting the plank and carrying it over to the wagon, all with a smile on her face. She couldn't help but notice Marine's edginess, though. "Are you feeling all right?"
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 19:46:49 GMT -5
Marine was acting pretty shifty. Did she see me? I don't think she did.."I'm-- ...I'm fine." she smiled. She dropped the plank into the little red wagon and held her hand out. "I be Marine! What's you're name?" she asked.
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 19:49:56 GMT -5
"Nicolette Wisdom," she said, completing the handshake. "You may, however, choose to call me Nic," to which she tapped at her protruding tooth, "or Snag!" She went back to work, loading another plank onto the wagon.
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 19:58:33 GMT -5
"Snag it is!" She skipped over the the planks and helped lift so more. "So, are you from the village? I don't think I've seen you around.." she asked. "I tend to spend a lot of time in my workshop though, so I don't really get out much."
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 20:09:56 GMT -5
Snag kneeled down, wrapped her left arm around her, then pointed to the one-story beachfront house about a quarter-mile away. "Do you see that small blue shack over there? That's where I live. I've only been here a few months." She loaded one more plank onto the wagon, before resting on the sandy beach. "I have a job as a scuba diving instructor." She grinned, her fang standing out in all its glory. "Not only did I want to avoid the public transportation, but I wanted some independence from my parents."
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 20:18:17 GMT -5
"Ooohhh~ Looks nice!" Marine loaded the last log onto her wagon then sat next to snag. Pulling out a bottle of water from her hammerspace, she took a drink and sprayed some in her face. "The weather sure is bonza today." she said. "It's a great place to live, I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." Marine noticed her metal detector. "OH. You're a scavenger too?"
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 20:24:19 GMT -5
"That's right." Snag didn't have any water on her, but at least she wasn't far from home, where she could fetch some water or juice. "I explore caves. I engage in gold prospecting sometimes. I even dive for my treasure, too. Speaking of which, how'd you like some lessons? I'd be glad to give them to you." She hoped the little raccoon would say "yes"; she met all sorts of interesting people, but wanted at least a friend to hang out with whenever she wanted.
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 20:37:11 GMT -5
"Really? You mean it? I'd love to!" she exclaimed. "It'll really help me find parts for my ship." Marine stood forward and looked out at the sea. "One Day, I'm gonna rule the 7 seas!" she told her new friend. "All my life I've dreamed of exploring the world. I love it here in Windmill Village, but their's gotta be more to see."
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 20:39:53 GMT -5
"Ship? You? You build ships?"
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 20:46:43 GMT -5
She giggled. "Yeah, I do. My newest ship is the S.S. Marine. It's been my main project for the past 2 years. It hasn't cost me anything so far, as all my materials are recycled." She sat back down and closed her eyes. "I did finish the S.S. Marine at one point, but some jerks from another village destoryed it." she said as she let out a sigh.
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 20:50:05 GMT -5
This was Snag's opportunity to help out Marine while helping out her—and her parent's—own cause. She sat up and replied, smiling: "I'd like to support my parents with some money. To do that I need a little extra income. That income is treasure," she said. "If I help you gather some parts, will you help me gather some treasure? I'd be willing to split the profits, saaaaaay...fifty-fifty?"
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Post by Xeric on Sept 30, 2009 21:16:53 GMT -5
"That'd be bonza, mate!" she exclaimed. She ran over to her wagon, grabbed the handle and pulled it back over towards where Snag was sitting. "Wanna go get something to eat? I know a swell cafe in the village!"
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Post by Gatorman on Sept 30, 2009 21:19:15 GMT -5
Bingo. She had a companion. She was a bit hungry, too, and was curious as to what sort of café it was. "Sure. I'm hungry, why not? Show me where it is."
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Post by Xeric on Oct 1, 2009 16:26:20 GMT -5
"We'll need to make a quick stop over at my place, mate!" she said as she skipped, pulling her red wagon behind her. "It's just on the outskirts of the village. I'll leave the wagon their, and then we'll head to the cafe." Marine felt something inside she hadn't felt in a while. She didn't really have any friends as people found her accent annoying, or thought she spoke way too much. But what was this? Marine had made a friend.
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 1, 2009 16:49:19 GMT -5
"Sure. I need to put my metal detector away first. Give me a moment, okay?" Snag enjoyed teaching others how to dive, but never really had someone to spend quality time with until now. As she raced back to her home, however, a thought came through her: would Marine's parents accept a friend more than twice her age? She shrugged it off, droppeing off her metal detector before starting back.
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Post by Xeric on Oct 1, 2009 18:38:32 GMT -5
Marine was over the moon that she'd made a friend. When they finnally arived at Marine's home, the took her red wagon into the back garden and ran inside. Almost instantly, she ran back outside. "Right! Let's go get something to eat. My parent's are always away on holiday. They just leave me plenty of rings to buy food with. I haven't seen them for a few weeks now.." she said as they walked into the village. "I know they've been home though, so Im not worried. I'm never around when they come home, and when I do come home, they've left for vacation again.."
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 1, 2009 18:43:12 GMT -5
To Snag, it was a rather unusual situation. Why would her parents take all those vacations? She couldn't help but pry further into it. "What sort of vacations do they take? Business trips?" she asked as she walked with her raccoon friend.
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Post by Xeric on Oct 1, 2009 20:19:02 GMT -5
"I dunna', mate. I never asked about their job or anything.." she said as she looked at the floor. "I sometimes think they go away so much to get away from me.. I've been told I'm very annoyin' at times.." As they approached the outskirts of the village, an odd burning smell was hanging in the air. "Can you smell that, Snag?"
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 1, 2009 20:44:27 GMT -5
She took a strong whiff of the village air, also noting the unusual smell. It smelled as if there was a huge cookout taking place, only the two of them weren't invited. "Yeah. Wonder what's going on. Come on."
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Post by Xeric on Oct 1, 2009 20:59:26 GMT -5
As they both got further into the village, the smell got worse. Until they could see the cause. "Goodness! The cafe!" Marine cried. The cafe Marine intended to take Snag to was up in flames, and nobody was doing anything to help. "Shouldn't somebody be doing somethin'?! What is sumone's inside?"
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 1, 2009 21:27:20 GMT -5
Snag felt more on edge the moment she saw the blazing structure. "Well, it's rather unsafe for someone to just go in there," she said, her pulse shooting up a little. "I'll telephone the fire brigade." Locating a nearby pay phone, she deposited a ring, then contacted emergency services. "There is a fire at—" She turned around and, squinting her eyes, noted the street number of the burning café. "—165 West Street, Windmill Village. It's completely engulfed. Bring the fire brigade over here, fast. I don't know if someone's still in there or not!" Half a minute later, she hung up and looked through the window to see if there was anyone moving over there. Her hope was that everyone got out all right, but she wanted to be certain.
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Post by Xeric on Oct 1, 2009 21:34:25 GMT -5
Marine stood in front of the burning building, and looked back at Snag. "Please. Don't judge me for this, mate." she said has she raised her hands in the air. She closed her eyes tight as a stream of Water shot from her hands, dousing the flames. After a short while, the flames where out. "I.. I did it--" Marine's arms dropped to her sides as fell back onto the ground unconcious.
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 1, 2009 21:46:36 GMT -5
The weasel-wolf just stood there, mouth fully agape. She couldn't have seen it—did she? She had to have been dreaming. Rather than pinch herself, though, she pulled off one of her gloves and grabbed the super-hot door handle. With a resounding "YIP!" she recoiled from the pain and quickly slipped the glove back on her hand. She felt it all. It was no dream. Turning back to Marine, she had decided to take her away from the huge crowd, who were just as curious as to what just happened. She gently picked up the unconscious raccoon and slung her over her shoulder, walking her back to Snag's home by the beach. Sure enough, the fire engine arrived shortly after the two of them left, leaving the crew of firefighters equally confounded.
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Post by Xeric on Oct 2, 2009 14:12:20 GMT -5
A few hours later, Marine woke in an unfamliar setting. She could hear the ocean crashing against the shoreline, so she obviously wasn't at home. She rubbed her eyes gently, and sat up. She looked around the room, it didn't look as if anyone was around. "Uh.. hello? Is anyone here?"
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Post by Gatorman on Oct 2, 2009 14:41:53 GMT -5
Snag's head peered out of her kitchen. "It's me," she said, walking back into the living room carrying a wet, warm cloth in her left hand. "I took you home before everyone grew suspicious." She chuckled slightly as she placed the cloth over her forehead. "Me? I thought I was dreaming. Turns out I wasn't."
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Post by Xeric on Oct 2, 2009 17:49:35 GMT -5
Marine just laid back and closed her eyes. She didn't know what to say. Only one thing cam to her mind. "You must think I'm a freak..right?" She turned on her side to face the back of the sofa, to hide her tears.
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