Fishy Business and Scaredy-Cats - RPLOG
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Date
16/4/480
Log
It is a nice, sunny morning, and the weather around Serenefall lake is certainly pleasant, with pleasant temperatures and a clear sky above. Various beings are enjoying the waters, despite the few dangerous cretins lurking in the waters below. One side of the shore, however, seems almost barren, with various beings by the shoreline visibly upset or otherwise crying... No-one seems physically hurt, though.
Fenris heard tell of atrange happenings, and there is no better bait for a Fenris than atrange happenings. The big tiger is dressed casually in a short vest and baggy trousers with a red bandana tied around his head and a fishing pole slung over his shoulder. "What has happened?" he asks, concerned by the weeping beings.
Lyas wanders into the area, hands in his pockets, still kitted out in his full Freeswording gear. Attracted by a strange rumour, the curious cat had diverted his steps here, on the way back home from work. At the sight of the sobbing crowd, the cat arches an eyebrow, grinning. No-one seems to be bleeding, so he strolls casually up to the nearest Being, prodding them with a long-clawed toe. "What's this? Sommun cut a banquet's worth of onions over here?" He drawls, tail flicking.
Reginald , having the day to himself, with no worry of work to preoccupy his thoughts, just so happened to be wandering in the area. Hoping for the serene view of the lake, with the soothing sounds of flowing water, to offer a restful break from his otherwise hectic life, the atmosphere is unfortunately broken by the sobs of some being's on the lakeshore. A little concerned, the lynx moves closer to investigate, but otherwise makes no other action at this time.
"It just... Started flinging insults at her. She didn't even do anything. Why'd it have to do that?" one otter-being offers, as he tries to soothe what seems to be his little sister. The other beings seem to have similar stories of undirected, pointed hatred, while two others seem to be bickering about something rather serious... One of them seems to have cheated on the other, and things aren't exactly going well, now that the other's found out... Perhaps best not to disturb -those- two.
"Who started flinging insults?" Fenris asks, looking around at the assortment of distraught beings, "one of them?" he tries, nodding at the altercation ahead.
Lyas is immediately drawn to the fighting couple. Against all good sense, the cat wanders past Fenris, with a nod and a grin, to stand close by the two, observing the argument. He hasn't much to say, yet - he just wants to watch a relationship going up in flames publicly. (He's probably not the only one, but he's certainly the most brazen).
What questions he currently has already being posed, Reginald instead takes the time to look around the group of beings for one that seems to not be distraught, unlike like the others. Perhaps, if found, that would be the individual responsible for all this. He does, however, give the bickering couple a wide birth.
"No. Not them. They got yelled at, too. That... That thing. In the water. it keeps yelling at anyone who even comes close to the shoreline," the otter-boy offers, still trying to console his little sister.
The bickering couple is still bickering, but at the same time, yet another being seems to erupt in tears, closer to the shoreline...
Fenris raises an eyebrow at that revelation and saunters toward the shoreline of the frigid lake to peer into the water. "Rime lamprey are ugly, but I've never actually heard them give insults," he says.
One ear turning to take in Fenris's conversation with the young otter, Lyas looks between the fighting couple and Reginald. Shrugging - the argument seems like it'll be going on for some time yet - he abandons his spot and walks over to the lynx, clapping him on the shoulder. "Hey, Reggie. Been a while!" he smiles. "Looks like a right bit a' chaos you've walked in for, huh?" The cat's manic grin only widens as he speaks, tail flicking playfullybehind him. He glances around as someone by the shoreline bursts into a fresh waterfall of tears. "Shall we see what all the fuss is over?"
"Look what we have here. Foxie's little bitch and two other scaredy-cats," comes a shout from the water, between the sound of bubbles, but clearly audible. "Come on into the water, it's nice," the voice calls out, before a short pause.
"Unless you're little scaredy-cats!"
Turning to face the Tabby, the lynx nods in greeting, before his attention drifts back to the collection of sobbing beings. "Hey Lyas. 'thas been a while, indeed." Before the lynx can add anymore, however, it is then that a being by the shoreline joins the chorus of crying. "... Something feels off ... It's so much misery in one place just doesn't seem natural ..." The lynx then, at the tabby's suggestion, makes his way to the waterline just in time to receive the abuse. "... Well, that's ... certainly something ..." Calling out, he then continues. "I don't suppose you'd care to show yourself?"
Fenris flicks an ear and considers the water, then looks toward the shrine out in the middle of the lake, then back. "Why not?" he says focusing for just a moment on a bit of water mathemagic, the hopping into the cold, clear water!
Lyas wanders over to the lakeside, trailing after Reggie, but grimaces as Fenris hops right on in. "Naw, I think I'll stay up here, thanks," he says glibly, to the lake in general. "I like being dry." Stuffing his hands back into his pockets, he adds reflectively, "It's also easier to listen in on everything going on over THERE -" He waves his tail vaguely in the direction of the weeping crowd - "If I keep my ears up above the water, see."
"At least Foxie's bitch has some balls. Too bad that didn't really help you when those shadows attacked, huh? Must've made you feel reeeaaaal bad," that voice calls out, before it focuses back on Lyas and Reginald.
"You bunch of scaredy-cats just stay right there, like when you lost your cousin or your friends, huh?" it continues, seemingly knowing a little... Too much.
Fenris bobs quietly, looking around under the cold water, protected by his water magic. He is surprised that anyone would mention a shadow attack. He looks around for the source of the voice.
Lyas starts at the latest jabs the voice makes - how much of that was directed at him? He's not too sure, but it puts him on edge all the same. He flicks his gaze across to Reggie, then Fenris, bobbing in the lake. Must've been meant for them, too, right? Well, whatever the case... "Hey!" he complains, ear flicking in irritation, corner of his mouth pulled down in an exasperated scowl. "You don't get to say naught about folks' cousins or friends or Shadows or whatever. You're just a talkin' lake!" Bending down, he scoops a stone from the ground, lobbing it into the water. "See? Take that. An' you're not even a particularly clean lake. That's algae by your edge there, I'll swear."
