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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The day is slightly cloudy, and the concourse is looking quite lovely, to more eyes than mere beings. Mosquitos, those dragonfly winged, blood sucking tail carrying little stingers are having a hay-day in Firmament, they can be seen in thick numbers preying upon quite unhappy folks. A group is situated in the center of it all, surrounded by a ring of fire that goes off every so often, a skilled mage in the center of it all fuming. "I HATE THESE THING!" he says as he works, and the others are inclined to agree with him. "We need more aid! We have to find the cause, this problem cannot continue unchecked." says a rather plump owl, with a few bystanders.<br> <br>Angus positively hated this, as the annoying pests descended upon him. He had heard that someone wanted help trying to figure out what was going on so he looked around, and judging by the ring of fire around a certain group he had found his targets. Rushing towards them he waved a hand, slapping at a few of the insects as he went. "Hey, I heard that you were looking for help?" <br> <br>A little, wet-and-shiny black noise pokes out from under an overturned crate. "Are they gone yet?" The question is answered by a jabbing sensation, right on the end of his snout, and with a yelp and a flurry of flailing arms the box is thrown off and Rainer emerges. "IhatethesethingsohsweetmercifulErickgetthemoffmeawughthey'reinmyHAIR"<br> <br>Eleni strides onto the concourse from the gates, armed and armored from wherever she returned from. The thcik cloud of pests doesn't seem to bother her, though it's difficult to tell what her expression is through the helmet of her armor. "Ya mean ta say that even though it's spring and ya expect the pests ta not exist?" She mutters to herself amusedly, with a mostly hidden roll of her eyes at Rainer's antics, though she moves towards the ring of fire and looks across at Angus as the fox adresses the folk, adding nothing else yet.<br> <br>An avian shriek cuts through the air as another newcomer arrives on the scene. There's a griffon strolling through the area...ok, more like running to get away from the pests. From time to time it spits out some fire maths to ward off the insects and upon spotting the ring of fire he charges right for it!<br> <br>The group is allowed into the ring before the mage restarts his efforts. The owl continues, waving to the newcomers. "Welcome! Are you tired of this great problem too? We are in the process of divulging information about the situation before we go and seek the source." The mage, ironically a firebrat, continues his works of flames as he says "Well they are thickest over by the maritime district and those mange folks, but a few are out by that one fountain that's under repair, as always they are spawning in the standing water." The rest of the group nods and swats a few of the problems as they chatter.<br> <br>Angus was rather grateful to be allowed within the ring and away from those little monsters. "Think we can rule out the fountain possibility, there are much larger pools of standing water around Firemament. But then again, it could be helping them." He shrugged, not really an expert on insects.<br> <br>"Ahhuhaahuuhhug!" Rainer's still up on his tip toes and squirming about as the protective ring sprouts back up, shaking frantically, though none of the pests remain upon him. "Back home these blighters -never- came out 'til it was almost summer." The pup sticks his tongue out in disgust, finding the half-smushed remains of one of the creatures stubbornly clinging to his fluffy coat. With a bit of prying and a flick of his wrist he pulls it off and tosses it to the flames, a notable air of satisfaction coming over him as it turns to ashes.<br> <br>Eleni looks back over to the owl and deadpans, "You lit a fire on the main concourse because of some pests. Isn't that overreacting?" The fennec says unimpressedly. "If ya want standing water ta check, look at ya sewer sluiceways and don't stand around here doing jack all." The fennec says bluntly. "Ya city plan must be something awful if ya get this kind of commotion every spring. Kid, pull yaself together before ya hurt someone or yaself." She derides Rainer, just shaking her head at the griffon fleeing from the pests.<br> <br>Mazurek joins the group within the fire ring, shaking off whatever happens to be clinging to him, even bucking a bit to accomplish it faster. Once that is done he pads over to Rainer and noncommittally bumps his raven head into the fluffy belly. A birdlike warble accompanies the action and the panther tail wags a bit.<br> <br>The owl shakes his head. "Every spring? No, this hasn't been a problem in... I can't recall how long...." he says, trying to think for a moment. Another folk speaks up, saying "The last time was that one smuggler and those barrels." The owl nods and says "Oh that's right... the plumbers haven't found anymore in the seweres than usual either... are you sure you want to be here sir? You seem rather..." he says to Eleni, looking them over. The mage is more blunt, saying "You hardly seem like you want to help, and you accuse a helpful ward of being excessive... if you're just going to look down on us why don't you go home?" He focuses his math on the task at hand however, occasional bursts. "The fountain isn't likely the problem no but it explains why they're over there. There must be a bigger problem over by mange square and the maritime district." finally the owl says.<br> <br>Angus glance at Eleni. "I don't know, we might need her if things get out of hand." He shrugged. "Other then that I have to agree, the problem has to be in those two location. So lets not waste time." Walking up to Maz he smiles, and pats the Griffion on the back. "Hey there Mazurek, how have you been?"<br> <br>Rainer shoots Eleni a look of disdain, mixed with a pouty bottom lip thrust as he utters, "That's easy for you to say, I bet they can't get through that tin can you're stomping around in-oof, hey!" The pup stumbles when Maz collides with him, and it's only when Angus identifies the griffon that recognition gives in. "Oh, it's you." A couple quick pats on the avian head, then he swings 'round to point towards Mange Square and the Maritime District beyond, "What're we standin' around here for, then?!"<br> <br>Eleni nods back to the owl for the reply, then looks back to the mage. "'M saying ya should put ya skill ta use at the root of the problem rather than where it's convenient ta stay. Ya seem ta know what you're doing, but I find myself questioning ya thought process." She replies evenly. "Now. 'M not a mage, so It'd be damn ineffeciant ta try and squash out a problem if it's on a bigger scale in the maritime. Ya think ya see where 'm goign with this?" She says. "Either way. 'M not telling ya that ya have to. I've got no qualms with spending a few hours stepping on bugs and larvae. The kid there is on the right track. Ya want ta sort this out or not?"<br> <br>The owl nods, as does the group. The mage stops his fire magics and stretches, nodding. "We should split and search mange square and then the maritime district." he opts, stating his opinion as the group decides to proceed down the main concourse to the east. As they proceed the little biters get worse, thick clouds of them at times obscure ones vision. A small crate, not quite to the point of falling apart, but more than soaked carries a little bit of standing water inside it from the last rain, just jutting out of a back alley. It's a literal hotspot for the creatures.<br> <br>Angus nods as he follows, and then notices the pool. "Work our way towards them, taking out any trouble spots on the way." He mutters as he looks around, trying to see if there were any more spots around. |
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The day is slightly cloudy, and the concourse is looking quite lovely, to more eyes than mere beings. Mosquitos, those dragonfly winged, blood sucking tail carrying little stingers are having a hay-day in Firmament, they can be seen in thick numbers preying upon quite unhappy folks. A group is situated in the center of it all, surrounded by a ring of fire that goes off every so often, a skilled mage in the center of it all fuming. "I HATE THESE THING!" he says as he works, and the others are inclined to agree with him. "We need more aid! We have to find the cause, this problem cannot continue unchecked." says a rather plump owl, with a few bystanders.
Angus positively hated this, as the annoying pests descended upon him. He had heard that someone wanted help trying to figure out what was going on so he looked around, and judging by the ring of fire around a certain group he had found his targets. Rushing towards them he waved a hand, slapping at a few of the insects as he went. "Hey, I heard that you were looking for help?"
A little, wet-and-shiny black noise pokes out from under an overturned crate. "Are they gone yet?" The question is answered by a jabbing sensation, right on the end of his snout, and with a yelp and a flurry of flailing arms the box is thrown off and Rainer emerges. "IhatethesethingsohsweetmercifulErickgetthemoffmeawughthey'reinmyHAIR"
Eleni strides onto the concourse from the gates, armed and armored from wherever she returned from. The thcik cloud of pests doesn't seem to bother her, though it's difficult to tell what her expression is through the helmet of her armor. "Ya mean ta say that even though it's spring and ya expect the pests ta not exist?" She mutters to herself amusedly, with a mostly hidden roll of her eyes at Rainer's antics, though she moves towards the ring of fire and looks across at Angus as the fox adresses the folk, adding nothing else yet.
An avian shriek cuts through the air as another newcomer arrives on the scene. There's a griffon strolling through the area...ok, more like running to get away from the pests. From time to time it spits out some fire maths to ward off the insects and upon spotting the ring of fire he charges right for it!
The group is allowed into the ring before the mage restarts his efforts. The owl continues, waving to the newcomers. "Welcome! Are you tired of this great problem too? We are in the process of divulging information about the situation before we go and seek the source." The mage, ironically a firebrat, continues his works of flames as he says "Well they are thickest over by the maritime district and those mange folks, but a few are out by that one fountain that's under repair, as always they are spawning in the standing water." The rest of the group nods and swats a few of the problems as they chatter.
Angus was rather grateful to be allowed within the ring and away from those little monsters. "Think we can rule out the fountain possibility, there are much larger pools of standing water around Firemament. But then again, it could be helping them." He shrugged, not really an expert on insects.
"Ahhuhaahuuhhug!" Rainer's still up on his tip toes and squirming about as the protective ring sprouts back up, shaking frantically, though none of the pests remain upon him. "Back home these blighters -never- came out 'til it was almost summer." The pup sticks his tongue out in disgust, finding the half-smushed remains of one of the creatures stubbornly clinging to his fluffy coat. With a bit of prying and a flick of his wrist he pulls it off and tosses it to the flames, a notable air of satisfaction coming over him as it turns to ashes.
Eleni looks back over to the owl and deadpans, "You lit a fire on the main concourse because of some pests. Isn't that overreacting?" The fennec says unimpressedly. "If ya want standing water ta check, look at ya sewer sluiceways and don't stand around here doing jack all." The fennec says bluntly. "Ya city plan must be something awful if ya get this kind of commotion every spring. Kid, pull yaself together before ya hurt someone or yaself." She derides Rainer, just shaking her head at the griffon fleeing from the pests.
Mazurek joins the group within the fire ring, shaking off whatever happens to be clinging to him, even bucking a bit to accomplish it faster. Once that is done he pads over to Rainer and noncommittally bumps his raven head into the fluffy belly. A birdlike warble accompanies the action and the panther tail wags a bit.
The owl shakes his head. "Every spring? No, this hasn't been a problem in... I can't recall how long...." he says, trying to think for a moment. Another folk speaks up, saying "The last time was that one smuggler and those barrels." The owl nods and says "Oh that's right... the plumbers haven't found anymore in the seweres than usual either... are you sure you want to be here sir? You seem rather..." he says to Eleni, looking them over. The mage is more blunt, saying "You hardly seem like you want to help, and you accuse a helpful ward of being excessive... if you're just going to look down on us why don't you go home?" He focuses his math on the task at hand however, occasional bursts. "The fountain isn't likely the problem no but it explains why they're over there. There must be a bigger problem over by mange square and the maritime district." finally the owl says.
Angus glance at Eleni. "I don't know, we might need her if things get out of hand." He shrugged. "Other then that I have to agree, the problem has to be in those two location. So lets not waste time." Walking up to Maz he smiles, and pats the Griffion on the back. "Hey there Mazurek, how have you been?"
Rainer shoots Eleni a look of disdain, mixed with a pouty bottom lip thrust as he utters, "That's easy for you to say, I bet they can't get through that tin can you're stomping around in-oof, hey!" The pup stumbles when Maz collides with him, and it's only when Angus identifies the griffon that recognition gives in. "Oh, it's you." A couple quick pats on the avian head, then he swings 'round to point towards Mange Square and the Maritime District beyond, "What're we standin' around here for, then?!"
Eleni nods back to the owl for the reply, then looks back to the mage. "'M saying ya should put ya skill ta use at the root of the problem rather than where it's convenient ta stay. Ya seem ta know what you're doing, but I find myself questioning ya thought process." She replies evenly. "Now. 'M not a mage, so It'd be damn ineffeciant ta try and squash out a problem if it's on a bigger scale in the maritime. Ya think ya see where 'm goign with this?" She says. "Either way. 'M not telling ya that ya have to. I've got no qualms with spending a few hours stepping on bugs and larvae. The kid there is on the right track. Ya want ta sort this out or not?"
The owl nods, as does the group. The mage stops his fire magics and stretches, nodding. "We should split and search mange square and then the maritime district." he opts, stating his opinion as the group decides to proceed down the main concourse to the east. As they proceed the little biters get worse, thick clouds of them at times obscure ones vision. A small crate, not quite to the point of falling apart, but more than soaked carries a little bit of standing water inside it from the last rain, just jutting out of a back alley. It's a literal hotspot for the creatures.
Angus nods as he follows, and then notices the pool. "Work our way towards them, taking out any trouble spots on the way." He mutters as he looks around, trying to see if there were any more spots around.
