08-07-2018, 04:25 PM
The flora that dotted the clearing were just as lush and lively as it always is here in the Tangled Greens, from tall jungle tree’s that mixed in with forests, bushes, and other plants- to many other forms of organic light as well that dotted the area. In the middle of the clearing a meadow of white flowers thrived here for some reason, being plucked and picked up by someone who seemed to be taking them into a bag and then closing it once it seemed to be full of them.
Looking around, Ricter inspected the area, he had been sent here to collect a few herbs for the hospital. It would seem their resources were dropping now, and so he was to be sent out on long standing missions out into the Tangled Green’s to find and fetch items for them. Mostly to ensure that they had certain herbs for medical supplies, which he had no problems doing for his boss and for the well being of the people who lived in Ambrosia.
Looking down at the flowers, they were almost pure white along the petals, while the stem was a nice rose color, as well as the little stems that came off the middle of the flower. He’d watch as a small bee landed on it, cuddling and rolling along the pollen laced flower before flying away. Going off to make more flowers and possibly making it easier to find fields like this again in the future.
What he needed was actually the red stems, the petals made for a nice ointment but the stems held a potent drug that could be used as a temporary pain suppressor if mixed with the right ingredients. This would replace the medicine they needed normally and would allow them to better improve trade too and from Ambrosia if they made more of their own medicines and herbs.
Once his trance was broken though he looked over to someone sitting near one of the tree’s on the edge of the tree line. Relaxing there seemed to be a mouse or rat of some kind, he had an all white coloration to his fur, his nose was a pink color while his tail and inner ears had a gray coloration. The male seemed to be asleep, and even more so looked like they didn’t wish to get up as the weasel made his way over to them.
“Simon? I got everything, lets go.”
The rodent would perk up once his name was called, groaning as he looked over to the field and then back up to Ricter who looked back down to him. Slowly standing up and stretching, he was nearly at his height, standing at around 5’2” ft, fairly short but only around the average of a young pre-teen.
“Finally done? You took forever just to pick a couple flowers.”
“Its only been 10 minutes, your just not used to your body yet, probably why you get so tired all the time.”
The doctor informed as Simon frowned, giving a small glare as the previous gangster would dust off his jacket and shirt. Prior, Simon was the criminal boss behind a group of rats that terrorized many civilians, however as he was laying on his death bed Ricter gave him the choice of death or life under him, it was pretty obvious what he picked.
Now, he had a new body, probably made by Ricters own power. Not only this but is soul had been locked with in a gem that was now placed on the cross guard of the sword the weasel wielded, ensuring he would stick by him no matter what unless he wished to die, and given he was a secondary he resented the power that was now held over him.
“Why don't you just fix it? You told me you needed help on this damn fetching quest to get your clinic some weeds. If you really need my help I don't think handicapping me is the smart.”
Ricter raised a brow, mulling it over, at least he was wise enough to know that he purposely made his body less healthy in regards to how much he could do. His immune system was lower, making him feel tired after just small activities, in addition he was physically weaker in regards to just his strength over all.
“You did say you wanted a second chance Simon, so this is it. Besides you’ll be fine, as for the reason why I needed you along, there are certain plants around here that can cause massive defects too someone who walks along. So if I get entranced by one I’d need your help to break out of it, or a better excuse is I nneed an extra pair of eyes.”
Simon scowled at his example, “So you trust me enough for me to get you out of that kind of situation, but not enough to actually fight something. Next time don’t bother lying and just tell it too me strait.”
He seemed stand offish, which was understandable since Ricter was bad at lying, however he didn’t enjoy telling him the truth of just saying he didn’t trust the man yet, mostly because he hadn't warranted trust. Previously him and his sons had caused the destabilization of an entire town, while he was bed ridden and close to death he had ‘killed’ him and took his soul with the promise of giving him a second chance to maybe change his life for the better.
He offered him a new body to cure his illness that he couldn’t solve or fix, at least not at the time. So when it came to the present he was no longer trapped inside of the gemstone that was inside of his sword, instead though he was capable of summoning Simon in his now physical manifestation.
Of which he detailed every bit of himself and how he wished to look, something that took well over a couple hours given how vain the man was about appearances, however it was different from his original appearance. The fact that he was using his real name right now only showed that he knew they were alone, any other time he would address him by something else.
“Lets just go..”
Ricter responded back eventually as they began walking, the two were deep inside of the Tangled Greens, so far in that the tree’s were a different coloration all together. Plants were unique, from upside down tree’s, too simply bugs that resembled flowers that crawled away from them when the two got close.
Simon was walking in behind Ricter, looking up at the sword on his back, the broad sword was large and balanced to be both heavy but easy to swing depending on how you wielded it. It was inside of a leather sheath, nothing fancy, but had a few buckles to ensure anyone could carry what was inside once strapped to your back or side.
Not that he was planning on stealing it, that would only happen if he had enough gusto to attempt to fight Ricter over it. The main thing about the weapon though was the fact that it held a gem stone along the cross guard of the blade, this stone was where Simons soul was located, or at least would be pulled too once he was called to come back.
This could happen at any time, or by his understanding, after a few seconds of the weasel holding the overly large weapon that was nearly as long as his body. From their past meeting he understood what the stoat was capable of, he wasn’t too strong, but hie pelt was like trying to hit a wall.
Even worse was the fact that bullets just bounced off him sometimes, an annoying feature for when he planned on escaping this little hold he held over him right now. Surely he could pout about not being trusted, however he was right to do so, after all who in their right minds wouldn’t think about having freedom once again after someone willingly gave them a second chance at life after old age and sickness stunted their lively hood.
Being the boss of a mafia organization that held power for some long years before being taken down and forced to be like some pet to a kid? Yeah, no, that would be horrible for anyone's reputation, however luckily for him no one knew he was still alive. For all they knew he died in his home of a heart attack, at least that's what Ricter ensured of.
So this was his big break, however the only thing stopping him was the weasel who was currently clearing the path of a few vines, pushing them to the side with his paw. Looking up, Simon noticed the time of day, it was getting to mid afternoon, a time period he recognized after being above ground for a few days. Living underground for years had that effect on you.
“Hey, its getting dark, lets park it somewhere for now before we end up getting jumped in the middle of the night.” The rodent mentioned as Ricter stopped and looked back, both staring at one another for a few seconds before the weasel nodded.
“Yeah that sounds like a good plan, I’ll clear out an area for us to sleep and set up tents, wana make a fire and maybe get some food?”
The offer seemed sound and Simon seemed to give a thumbs up, his face neutral but he showed his support to the idea. “Sure”
After the two had figured out arrangements Ricter got strait to work, he would stop in a small section of flat ground, everywhere was lush with nature and uneven takes to hills and what not. Yet here it seemed mostly like the tree’s made for natural protective points given their large side. In addition the grass was short enough to not warrant cutting it ‘link style’.
So firstly he’d begin by up rooting and chopping away large plants that were in the way, they didn’t need too much room, maybe two or three meters of room to set up some living space and a fire to sleep near. In the mean time Simon was doing just that, grabbing sticks off branches and trying to get some fodder for a fire. Including some dry sticks and twigs to actually use for it..
Both Ricter and Simon carried no real items or even bags besides the one that contained all the herbs Ricter ust picked not too long ago. His plan was simply to make all the things they needed by this odd power that Omni gave him, the ability to just manifest things out of thin air with a bit of though. So after some moments of concentration he would form what seemed to be two tents, side by side with one another. While the other was a little larger for Ricter to keep himself inside.
The fire was lit not too soon after this was finished, starting small as the straw, grass, and plant matter burned and began to be kindled into a small pit of fire that hopefully wouldn’t be put out too soon.
Looking over to Ricters handy work, the rodent remarked on how well ‘made’ the tents were. The tents made for a nice shelter from the cold and possible rain that would come down on them later on in the night. “Nice work, I wish I could just summon things out of thin air. Wait- why the hell couldn’t you just make those flowers just appear out of no where if you have the power to make anything.”
Ricter has explained this to someone else before but was happy to say it again, “Making copies of things don’t replicate the effects or powers of it unless I know what it dose and its genetic make up. Or can replicate the powers somehow myself. Even then me making it wouldn’t really do much but make a deluded fake copy.”
His explanation seemed sound, but given Simon was a secondary he didn’t understand the mechanics of crafting things out of thing air, if anything he was just happy to know the basics of how it worked. However he was also envious, he wanted that kind of power, wanting nothing more than to make and create things that could change the very world around him.
So much power, if he had it in his hands he could very well become as powerful as those Primes who were so notorious no one dared to challenge them or they faced what ever wrath they could bring down on them. However for now he dealt with the hand he was given, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to maybe pick up a few extra cards from his front sleeve in this ‘game’ they were now playing.
“Sounds complicated, well anyways the fires done. You coming with me to go hunting for food or were you just going to ‘think up’ some burgers for us?” Simon questioned.
“Uh Maybe we can hunt something, taste doesn't improve just because I remember what it is.”
Plus he didn’t want to exhaust himself by making food also, he needed to stay up a bit as well, after all they had to take shifts. Not that fighting would be any more exhausting, however the next question Simon gave would make things a bit more interesting dynamic wise.
“Gona give me a weapon then? I can’t very well hit a deer with my fist.”
“Sure, what did you want?”
Simon smirked, “Just a pistol.”
Ricter knew he wasn’t the swordsman type of person, and besides guns were more effective, faster, and better at almost every range. But giving him an automatic weapon felt like a terrible idea. Especially with what he could do with it. Though he was a little cocky, surely he couldn’t hurt him, even with a fully automatic weapon.
So he’d give it to him, thinking for just a minute or so he formed what looked like a M9 pistol, it was as close as someone could get to replicating how it looked with out being someone who could use it or better yet someone who even wants to use it. Handing it to Simon the rodent would inspect it.
He would take it apart, place it back together, then inspect the clip, “Good job, for someone that sucks ass at shooting a gun its nearly perfect.” Pocketing it, he placed it against the waist band of his back, getting up in the mean time as the weasel was already standing now.
“Alright, we just need something small, berries work too. We don't have too long to go back to Ambrosia but we just need enough food to make it there.” The weasel instructed as Simon seemed more chipper, probably because he finally had something to defend himself.
Especially after the fact that on coming here they had been harassed by multiple animals that wanted to nibble on the two of them. Either way he smirked, “Sure, but I think I like meat much more, lets go hunt something big.”
Ricter sighed at his recommendation, shaking his head as he looked around, with where they were it was best to find small animals or fruits, part of him wished he could go for something big but he wasn’t that hungry, nor was he interested in wasting food.
“Lets just look for food, we can split up if you want.” The stoat advised.
“Sounds good to me, be back when I find something.”
Ricter had enough trust for him to go off on his own, again if he wanted to run away he could just bring him back, however he still felt wary of what he was thinking of doing now. “Well then, see you in a bit then.” Ricter made his way off first, glancing back to Simon as the mouse just waved to him as he left.
Now that he was alone he would look around the camp, examining the tents, searching each one for anything but finding nothing of real use or helpfulness. Since Ricter carried everything all he had on his person was his sword and his side bag with the flowers, or he thought he did, not until he looked into the weasels tent did he find that same bag laying there.
“He left it here? Hm, guess that's smart, don't want it to get messed up or damaged.” Though not smart to leave it here with him, still why even bother to grab it? He could destroy the flowers, though the weasel would obviously find out and either just return him into the gem, or better yet beat the tar out the mouse and force them to go back to the flower field to pick more.
But he had a plan in mind, one that would get him out of this silly situation and also gain his own freedom to ditch the weasel and never have to bother with him again. His plan was to get some monster to maybe come by and ransack the place, he would hide and wait for Ricter to kill it before coming back surprised. If he wasted enough of the weasels energy he would be easier to steal from when they actually went to sleep.
Plus all he needed was Ricters sword and he could make his way off, especially now that he had a few bullets to his name, maybe Simon would even get as far as the gate. If he could make it past all the hazards that dotted this universe alone.
Looking around, Ricter inspected the area, he had been sent here to collect a few herbs for the hospital. It would seem their resources were dropping now, and so he was to be sent out on long standing missions out into the Tangled Green’s to find and fetch items for them. Mostly to ensure that they had certain herbs for medical supplies, which he had no problems doing for his boss and for the well being of the people who lived in Ambrosia.
Looking down at the flowers, they were almost pure white along the petals, while the stem was a nice rose color, as well as the little stems that came off the middle of the flower. He’d watch as a small bee landed on it, cuddling and rolling along the pollen laced flower before flying away. Going off to make more flowers and possibly making it easier to find fields like this again in the future.
What he needed was actually the red stems, the petals made for a nice ointment but the stems held a potent drug that could be used as a temporary pain suppressor if mixed with the right ingredients. This would replace the medicine they needed normally and would allow them to better improve trade too and from Ambrosia if they made more of their own medicines and herbs.
Once his trance was broken though he looked over to someone sitting near one of the tree’s on the edge of the tree line. Relaxing there seemed to be a mouse or rat of some kind, he had an all white coloration to his fur, his nose was a pink color while his tail and inner ears had a gray coloration. The male seemed to be asleep, and even more so looked like they didn’t wish to get up as the weasel made his way over to them.
“Simon? I got everything, lets go.”
The rodent would perk up once his name was called, groaning as he looked over to the field and then back up to Ricter who looked back down to him. Slowly standing up and stretching, he was nearly at his height, standing at around 5’2” ft, fairly short but only around the average of a young pre-teen.
“Finally done? You took forever just to pick a couple flowers.”
“Its only been 10 minutes, your just not used to your body yet, probably why you get so tired all the time.”
The doctor informed as Simon frowned, giving a small glare as the previous gangster would dust off his jacket and shirt. Prior, Simon was the criminal boss behind a group of rats that terrorized many civilians, however as he was laying on his death bed Ricter gave him the choice of death or life under him, it was pretty obvious what he picked.
Now, he had a new body, probably made by Ricters own power. Not only this but is soul had been locked with in a gem that was now placed on the cross guard of the sword the weasel wielded, ensuring he would stick by him no matter what unless he wished to die, and given he was a secondary he resented the power that was now held over him.
“Why don't you just fix it? You told me you needed help on this damn fetching quest to get your clinic some weeds. If you really need my help I don't think handicapping me is the smart.”
Ricter raised a brow, mulling it over, at least he was wise enough to know that he purposely made his body less healthy in regards to how much he could do. His immune system was lower, making him feel tired after just small activities, in addition he was physically weaker in regards to just his strength over all.
“You did say you wanted a second chance Simon, so this is it. Besides you’ll be fine, as for the reason why I needed you along, there are certain plants around here that can cause massive defects too someone who walks along. So if I get entranced by one I’d need your help to break out of it, or a better excuse is I nneed an extra pair of eyes.”
Simon scowled at his example, “So you trust me enough for me to get you out of that kind of situation, but not enough to actually fight something. Next time don’t bother lying and just tell it too me strait.”
He seemed stand offish, which was understandable since Ricter was bad at lying, however he didn’t enjoy telling him the truth of just saying he didn’t trust the man yet, mostly because he hadn't warranted trust. Previously him and his sons had caused the destabilization of an entire town, while he was bed ridden and close to death he had ‘killed’ him and took his soul with the promise of giving him a second chance to maybe change his life for the better.
He offered him a new body to cure his illness that he couldn’t solve or fix, at least not at the time. So when it came to the present he was no longer trapped inside of the gemstone that was inside of his sword, instead though he was capable of summoning Simon in his now physical manifestation.
Of which he detailed every bit of himself and how he wished to look, something that took well over a couple hours given how vain the man was about appearances, however it was different from his original appearance. The fact that he was using his real name right now only showed that he knew they were alone, any other time he would address him by something else.
“Lets just go..”
Ricter responded back eventually as they began walking, the two were deep inside of the Tangled Greens, so far in that the tree’s were a different coloration all together. Plants were unique, from upside down tree’s, too simply bugs that resembled flowers that crawled away from them when the two got close.
Simon was walking in behind Ricter, looking up at the sword on his back, the broad sword was large and balanced to be both heavy but easy to swing depending on how you wielded it. It was inside of a leather sheath, nothing fancy, but had a few buckles to ensure anyone could carry what was inside once strapped to your back or side.
Not that he was planning on stealing it, that would only happen if he had enough gusto to attempt to fight Ricter over it. The main thing about the weapon though was the fact that it held a gem stone along the cross guard of the blade, this stone was where Simons soul was located, or at least would be pulled too once he was called to come back.
This could happen at any time, or by his understanding, after a few seconds of the weasel holding the overly large weapon that was nearly as long as his body. From their past meeting he understood what the stoat was capable of, he wasn’t too strong, but hie pelt was like trying to hit a wall.
Even worse was the fact that bullets just bounced off him sometimes, an annoying feature for when he planned on escaping this little hold he held over him right now. Surely he could pout about not being trusted, however he was right to do so, after all who in their right minds wouldn’t think about having freedom once again after someone willingly gave them a second chance at life after old age and sickness stunted their lively hood.
Being the boss of a mafia organization that held power for some long years before being taken down and forced to be like some pet to a kid? Yeah, no, that would be horrible for anyone's reputation, however luckily for him no one knew he was still alive. For all they knew he died in his home of a heart attack, at least that's what Ricter ensured of.
So this was his big break, however the only thing stopping him was the weasel who was currently clearing the path of a few vines, pushing them to the side with his paw. Looking up, Simon noticed the time of day, it was getting to mid afternoon, a time period he recognized after being above ground for a few days. Living underground for years had that effect on you.
“Hey, its getting dark, lets park it somewhere for now before we end up getting jumped in the middle of the night.” The rodent mentioned as Ricter stopped and looked back, both staring at one another for a few seconds before the weasel nodded.
“Yeah that sounds like a good plan, I’ll clear out an area for us to sleep and set up tents, wana make a fire and maybe get some food?”
The offer seemed sound and Simon seemed to give a thumbs up, his face neutral but he showed his support to the idea. “Sure”
After the two had figured out arrangements Ricter got strait to work, he would stop in a small section of flat ground, everywhere was lush with nature and uneven takes to hills and what not. Yet here it seemed mostly like the tree’s made for natural protective points given their large side. In addition the grass was short enough to not warrant cutting it ‘link style’.
So firstly he’d begin by up rooting and chopping away large plants that were in the way, they didn’t need too much room, maybe two or three meters of room to set up some living space and a fire to sleep near. In the mean time Simon was doing just that, grabbing sticks off branches and trying to get some fodder for a fire. Including some dry sticks and twigs to actually use for it..
Both Ricter and Simon carried no real items or even bags besides the one that contained all the herbs Ricter ust picked not too long ago. His plan was simply to make all the things they needed by this odd power that Omni gave him, the ability to just manifest things out of thin air with a bit of though. So after some moments of concentration he would form what seemed to be two tents, side by side with one another. While the other was a little larger for Ricter to keep himself inside.
The fire was lit not too soon after this was finished, starting small as the straw, grass, and plant matter burned and began to be kindled into a small pit of fire that hopefully wouldn’t be put out too soon.
Looking over to Ricters handy work, the rodent remarked on how well ‘made’ the tents were. The tents made for a nice shelter from the cold and possible rain that would come down on them later on in the night. “Nice work, I wish I could just summon things out of thin air. Wait- why the hell couldn’t you just make those flowers just appear out of no where if you have the power to make anything.”
Ricter has explained this to someone else before but was happy to say it again, “Making copies of things don’t replicate the effects or powers of it unless I know what it dose and its genetic make up. Or can replicate the powers somehow myself. Even then me making it wouldn’t really do much but make a deluded fake copy.”
His explanation seemed sound, but given Simon was a secondary he didn’t understand the mechanics of crafting things out of thing air, if anything he was just happy to know the basics of how it worked. However he was also envious, he wanted that kind of power, wanting nothing more than to make and create things that could change the very world around him.
So much power, if he had it in his hands he could very well become as powerful as those Primes who were so notorious no one dared to challenge them or they faced what ever wrath they could bring down on them. However for now he dealt with the hand he was given, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to maybe pick up a few extra cards from his front sleeve in this ‘game’ they were now playing.
“Sounds complicated, well anyways the fires done. You coming with me to go hunting for food or were you just going to ‘think up’ some burgers for us?” Simon questioned.
“Uh Maybe we can hunt something, taste doesn't improve just because I remember what it is.”
Plus he didn’t want to exhaust himself by making food also, he needed to stay up a bit as well, after all they had to take shifts. Not that fighting would be any more exhausting, however the next question Simon gave would make things a bit more interesting dynamic wise.
“Gona give me a weapon then? I can’t very well hit a deer with my fist.”
“Sure, what did you want?”
Simon smirked, “Just a pistol.”
Ricter knew he wasn’t the swordsman type of person, and besides guns were more effective, faster, and better at almost every range. But giving him an automatic weapon felt like a terrible idea. Especially with what he could do with it. Though he was a little cocky, surely he couldn’t hurt him, even with a fully automatic weapon.
So he’d give it to him, thinking for just a minute or so he formed what looked like a M9 pistol, it was as close as someone could get to replicating how it looked with out being someone who could use it or better yet someone who even wants to use it. Handing it to Simon the rodent would inspect it.
He would take it apart, place it back together, then inspect the clip, “Good job, for someone that sucks ass at shooting a gun its nearly perfect.” Pocketing it, he placed it against the waist band of his back, getting up in the mean time as the weasel was already standing now.
“Alright, we just need something small, berries work too. We don't have too long to go back to Ambrosia but we just need enough food to make it there.” The weasel instructed as Simon seemed more chipper, probably because he finally had something to defend himself.
Especially after the fact that on coming here they had been harassed by multiple animals that wanted to nibble on the two of them. Either way he smirked, “Sure, but I think I like meat much more, lets go hunt something big.”
Ricter sighed at his recommendation, shaking his head as he looked around, with where they were it was best to find small animals or fruits, part of him wished he could go for something big but he wasn’t that hungry, nor was he interested in wasting food.
“Lets just look for food, we can split up if you want.” The stoat advised.
“Sounds good to me, be back when I find something.”
Ricter had enough trust for him to go off on his own, again if he wanted to run away he could just bring him back, however he still felt wary of what he was thinking of doing now. “Well then, see you in a bit then.” Ricter made his way off first, glancing back to Simon as the mouse just waved to him as he left.
Now that he was alone he would look around the camp, examining the tents, searching each one for anything but finding nothing of real use or helpfulness. Since Ricter carried everything all he had on his person was his sword and his side bag with the flowers, or he thought he did, not until he looked into the weasels tent did he find that same bag laying there.
“He left it here? Hm, guess that's smart, don't want it to get messed up or damaged.” Though not smart to leave it here with him, still why even bother to grab it? He could destroy the flowers, though the weasel would obviously find out and either just return him into the gem, or better yet beat the tar out the mouse and force them to go back to the flower field to pick more.
But he had a plan in mind, one that would get him out of this silly situation and also gain his own freedom to ditch the weasel and never have to bother with him again. His plan was to get some monster to maybe come by and ransack the place, he would hide and wait for Ricter to kill it before coming back surprised. If he wasted enough of the weasels energy he would be easier to steal from when they actually went to sleep.
Plus all he needed was Ricters sword and he could make his way off, especially now that he had a few bullets to his name, maybe Simon would even get as far as the gate. If he could make it past all the hazards that dotted this universe alone.