07-28-2016, 09:08 AM
The Sage watched the strange fish creature, as it circled his Lexistone with a motion that was somehow both aggressive and sluggish. Its large golden fins churned the water forcefully as it scoured the nearby area. “Where are you, Human! I will find you, ‘Karp!” it bellowed as it swam more or less in a circle. The Sage briefly considered simply leaving the stone behind, this strange talking fish would probably be distracted by the light enough for him to slip away unhindered and unnoticed. But that would mean having to abandon his light, traversing the ocean in complete darkness until dawn, a prospect he did not relish.
The Sage took the time to summon his dueling cane, as the situation seemed unlikely to be resolved by words, then moved out of his hiding place. The fish gave a surprised “Karp!” when it finally noticed the Sage’s approach, and immediately swam at the prime full speed. The Sage had suspected as much and moved to the side as the orange-scaled torpedo shot past. The Sage couldn’t help but notice the power behind the motion, as he felt the displaced water nudge him slightly; this would be something not to get hit by.
“What is this all about?” he called, his voice muffled by the waves. He was between the fish and his stone now, and continued to back towards the gem as his assailant circled back around. His foe’s orange scales glittered as they caught the light, the golden fins and beard-like growths a swirl of constant motion as the fish re-aligned itself.
“For the Freedom! We will fight you, Human!” it hollered, then charged again as if that served to explain anything that could have been unclear. One would think that gaining speech would allow for more civilized means of disagreement. The Sage thought as the gleaming missile shot towards him again. In truth, it seems simply to provide more reasons for them. Again the Sage moved out of the way, and this time the fish impacted solidly with a nearby stone. Pieces of rock fell to the ground as the fish re-oriented itself slowly. “Stop running, Human! You will be the one to faint now, ‘Karp!”
The Sage barely had time to ponder the strange wording of that last taunt. That sounded like it was supposed to be significant in some way… The Sage thought as he made a bolt for the Lexistone. The scholar was doing his best to swim swiftly underwater without having any real training in the proper method of doing so. Even the Zora tunic could only do so much, and as the Sage snatched the Lexistone in passing, he knew he hadn’t moved nearly fast enough.
There was a cry from behind him, and the Sage was sent tumbling through the depths as a wave of rock-solid water ripped through the surrounding ocean before slammed into him from behind. He re-oriented himself to see the fish swimming at him full-force yet again. “We will be free of you! We will be our own masters!” Sage brought his dueling cane up as quickly as he could, feeling agonizingly sluggish from the force of the water he had to displace with the motion. With a semi-quick motion, he connected the dueling cane solidly with the side of the fish, deflecting its momentum just enough for the Sage to dodge out of the way.
From his studies back before his journey to the Omniverse, the Sage knew the function of a fish’s gills. Although they didn’t seem apparent on this strangely resilient specimen, he hoped that the spot would still be slightly more susceptible to his attack. Indeed, the fish seemed slightly off balance, re-correcting far slower this time than last. The strange sea-creature seemed to be trying to clear its head.
It wasn’t going to leave him alone yet, that much was certain. The Sage pulled out a set of bolas as the fish began to build up the speed for another charging tackle. He would have to time this perfectly to have any hope of success. The bolas wouldn’t be able to build up the requisite momentum down here for him to fling them, but if he dodged as the fish charged in, and then… with as quick a motion as the water would allow, the Sage jerked to one side, simultaneously whipping the bolas in a downward arc across the fish’s path. He held on to one of the strings, hoping the other two would connect.
He was in luck, as he felt the looping weights of the bola wrap their way around the tail fin of the fish, he yanked downwards, pulling the creature to the ground. I thudded to the rocky floor with a surprised exclamation of “Karp!” then immediately began to struggle. “No! Magikarp’s agility fell sharply! I will not be captured, ‘Karp!” The Sage knew that the weights of the bola would only keep it trapped for so long, it was best for him to put as much distance between them as possible while his foe was entangled. “just you wait, Human! The great Wartortle will come for me!” The magikarp shouted as it struggled with the weight that was thoroughly ensnaring its tail.
Without waiting any longer, the Sage swam away from the fish, its indignation fading as he left. His earlier caution about the Imperial blockade seemed small in comparison. The fish was clumsy, boisterous and predictable, but its raw power was something the Sage was not keen to stick around. He wondered about the Wartortle figure the fish had mentioned, a figure the Magikarp seemed to hold in quite high regard. I am playing with fire while blindfolded. The Sage thought in irritation, it’s only a matter of time before I get burned…
He swam on, passing the rest of the blockade without notable incident, nor did the fish catch him again. Up ahead through the pre-dawn light, he could see the ocean floor sloping upwards, as rocky shelves turned to smoother sand. With renewed vigor, the Sage crossed the last few miles at a strong pace, touching down in the shallow water of the island’s shore. He took a moment to compose himself. From what Carter had told him, Cinnibar Island could be a strange sight for newcomers, and would take some getting used to. Still, the Sage had finally made it to his destination; surely it would all be downhill from here.
The Sage took the time to summon his dueling cane, as the situation seemed unlikely to be resolved by words, then moved out of his hiding place. The fish gave a surprised “Karp!” when it finally noticed the Sage’s approach, and immediately swam at the prime full speed. The Sage had suspected as much and moved to the side as the orange-scaled torpedo shot past. The Sage couldn’t help but notice the power behind the motion, as he felt the displaced water nudge him slightly; this would be something not to get hit by.
“What is this all about?” he called, his voice muffled by the waves. He was between the fish and his stone now, and continued to back towards the gem as his assailant circled back around. His foe’s orange scales glittered as they caught the light, the golden fins and beard-like growths a swirl of constant motion as the fish re-aligned itself.
“For the Freedom! We will fight you, Human!” it hollered, then charged again as if that served to explain anything that could have been unclear. One would think that gaining speech would allow for more civilized means of disagreement. The Sage thought as the gleaming missile shot towards him again. In truth, it seems simply to provide more reasons for them. Again the Sage moved out of the way, and this time the fish impacted solidly with a nearby stone. Pieces of rock fell to the ground as the fish re-oriented itself slowly. “Stop running, Human! You will be the one to faint now, ‘Karp!”
The Sage barely had time to ponder the strange wording of that last taunt. That sounded like it was supposed to be significant in some way… The Sage thought as he made a bolt for the Lexistone. The scholar was doing his best to swim swiftly underwater without having any real training in the proper method of doing so. Even the Zora tunic could only do so much, and as the Sage snatched the Lexistone in passing, he knew he hadn’t moved nearly fast enough.
There was a cry from behind him, and the Sage was sent tumbling through the depths as a wave of rock-solid water ripped through the surrounding ocean before slammed into him from behind. He re-oriented himself to see the fish swimming at him full-force yet again. “We will be free of you! We will be our own masters!” Sage brought his dueling cane up as quickly as he could, feeling agonizingly sluggish from the force of the water he had to displace with the motion. With a semi-quick motion, he connected the dueling cane solidly with the side of the fish, deflecting its momentum just enough for the Sage to dodge out of the way.
From his studies back before his journey to the Omniverse, the Sage knew the function of a fish’s gills. Although they didn’t seem apparent on this strangely resilient specimen, he hoped that the spot would still be slightly more susceptible to his attack. Indeed, the fish seemed slightly off balance, re-correcting far slower this time than last. The strange sea-creature seemed to be trying to clear its head.
It wasn’t going to leave him alone yet, that much was certain. The Sage pulled out a set of bolas as the fish began to build up the speed for another charging tackle. He would have to time this perfectly to have any hope of success. The bolas wouldn’t be able to build up the requisite momentum down here for him to fling them, but if he dodged as the fish charged in, and then… with as quick a motion as the water would allow, the Sage jerked to one side, simultaneously whipping the bolas in a downward arc across the fish’s path. He held on to one of the strings, hoping the other two would connect.
He was in luck, as he felt the looping weights of the bola wrap their way around the tail fin of the fish, he yanked downwards, pulling the creature to the ground. I thudded to the rocky floor with a surprised exclamation of “Karp!” then immediately began to struggle. “No! Magikarp’s agility fell sharply! I will not be captured, ‘Karp!” The Sage knew that the weights of the bola would only keep it trapped for so long, it was best for him to put as much distance between them as possible while his foe was entangled. “just you wait, Human! The great Wartortle will come for me!” The magikarp shouted as it struggled with the weight that was thoroughly ensnaring its tail.
Without waiting any longer, the Sage swam away from the fish, its indignation fading as he left. His earlier caution about the Imperial blockade seemed small in comparison. The fish was clumsy, boisterous and predictable, but its raw power was something the Sage was not keen to stick around. He wondered about the Wartortle figure the fish had mentioned, a figure the Magikarp seemed to hold in quite high regard. I am playing with fire while blindfolded. The Sage thought in irritation, it’s only a matter of time before I get burned…
He swam on, passing the rest of the blockade without notable incident, nor did the fish catch him again. Up ahead through the pre-dawn light, he could see the ocean floor sloping upwards, as rocky shelves turned to smoother sand. With renewed vigor, the Sage crossed the last few miles at a strong pace, touching down in the shallow water of the island’s shore. He took a moment to compose himself. From what Carter had told him, Cinnibar Island could be a strange sight for newcomers, and would take some getting used to. Still, the Sage had finally made it to his destination; surely it would all be downhill from here.
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