Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 10, 2017 10:31:09 GMT -5
Far From Home [Turtle School Training] The whole journey west had borne very little fruit. He would have spent time replaying all of the events in his head but it wasn’t quite worth it. “It’s almost worth not even thinking about.” He’d mutter to himself under his breath. The back of his forearm wiped across his forehead; both were slick with sweat. There had been hot days back east but the humidity here was absolutely astonishing. His shirt was tied around his waist. He had shed it a few hours ago. It was so damn hot here. Wayne could have sworn he could feel how heavy the air was. It was like trying to breathe underwater. It had been a long time since Wayne had to step back and reexamine what he was doing. It’s hard for anyone to step back and take a long look in the mirror, and Wayne had to. It was not as if Wayne had never lost a fight before, or failed in a task. The meaning behind his failure is what did him in the most. Was his sister going to be okay? Would the house still be there when he got back? He didn’t quite understand what he was going up against any more. The world was a big place and his was changing so rapidly that he had to find a new way to keep up. He had seen fighters use techniques he did not know were physically possible. Apparently, many of these things were run of the mill in this world but Wayne’s head had been buried so far in the sand living out in Stows that he had no idea. The isolation he had lived with during his entire life was finally coming back to bite him. The truth of the matter was, Wayne had no idea how to manipulate ki consciously. He was just pretty good at beating the hell out of the people. Problem was, that no longer was enough, not for him. The walk to the airport had been long. His money ran out at a bad time. He had taken a taxi out of West City, since there wasn’t a train that he could hop from West to South, at least to his knowledge. His funds had run out about twenty miles from the tiny airport in the south. Wayne had to keep some money in reserve for the last leg of the journey. He paid the man and said he’d walk. Wayne wasn’t the kind of person who’d swindle another hard working man for his personal benefit, no matter how much he needed or wanted something. He was lucky that there a multitude of streams and such that ran by the road on his journey. He might’ve been dehydrated otherwise. The tiny airport was his destination for a few reasons. The few folks he had met in West City that worked for this “Capsule Corporation” had told him of a hidden guru in the deep south, and that the only way to reach him was by boat or by airplane. The airport was located very close to the coast and featured the exact type of aircraft one would want if they were trying to reach a tiny island; a floatplane. He thrust his hand into his pocket, feeling the small amount of zeni he had left, just enough for one flight, one way of course. He stepped into the small office located next to the hangar. A thin man (everyone had to be thin in this climate to survive) sat in a chair behind a rickety desk reading a newspaper. You could just see the brim of his hat above the paper. It was worn and featured a small blue heron on it, the symbol of the airport. The man didn’t even bother to look up when Wayne walked in. It didn’t seem like this place got very much business. “How’re ya now then?” Wayne said, his country twang seeming even more out of place here than it did in West City. Half-startled the thin man sat up in his chair, hastily putting the newspaper down. His face was covered in black stubble and his clothes were stained with sweat. The small fan on the corner of the desk did very little to alleviate the temperature. The man hacked one, twice, before standing up and responding. “Good, good. What can Heron Airlines do for you today sir?” “Need to take a floatplane south of here, looking for the Turtle School.” The man hacked again before shuffling over to a cabinet. A ring of keys hung off a peg on the side of it and he carefully chose one. “Turtle School, hmm, yes yes I remember where that is. Haven’t had anyone looking to go there in quite some time. Let’s head on over the hangar, I’m pretty sure I can get you there.” The pair left the tiny office and walked across a barren field and battered tarmac before arriving at the only hangar building on the property. Pulling up a large aluminum door, the man revealed a floatplane that looked to be in serious need of repair. “She’s a big banged up but she’ll get you there. It’s thirty zeni for the trip, I’m assuming one way?” Wayne nodded at the man, pulling out the last of the money he had taken with him on what was supposed to be a simple trip to West City. He placed the crumpled bills in his hand and the pilot quickly shoved them in his pocket. “Let me get her out of here and then we’ll be on our way.” After several minutes of trying to get the shabby plane to start, the engine finally roared to life and the plane slowly creaked out of the hangar. Wayne was regretting his decision to take this mode of transportation but he currently had to other way to get to this place. The pilot beckoned for him to get into the single prop airplane and he clamored inside. The plane groaned under the added weight. The pilot seemed to just dismiss it. After making a wide turn, the plane took off heading south. Wayne couldn’t believe that it got airborne. Everything seemed to be going fine. The island came into view over the horizon and the pilot pointed to it, telling Wayne that they would be at their destination in a few minutes. This would have been the perfect time for something bad to happen and as usual, something did. There was a loud rattling sound. Wayne looked to the engine but the pilot seemed rather calm. A loud screeching and ripping sound tore through Wayne’s ears. The pilot sighed heavily, he seemed almost used to this. “I do believe we’ve lost the floats sir.” Wayne looked at him with a perplexed look. The pilot continued to explain, “I can’t put her down, the landing gear fell off. I thought a couple of the screws looked loose. I guess a tailwind tore them off.” Wayne said nothing. “We’ll have to turn around and make an emergency landing closer to shore so the coast guard can pull us in. Can’t put her down here, sea’s too choppy.” Wayne still did not speak. A minute passed and as the pilot was about to turn the plane around he finally said, “Drop down close to the ocean, I’m going to jump out.” The pilot’s head snapped around. “Are you crazy? You could die!” Wayne’s gazed hardened. “Just do it. I paid you my money.” Shrugging his shoulders, the pilot began to decrease his altitude until he was only thirty or so feet above the water. “Go now crazy, I won’t risk getting her any lower.” Wayne peered out of the passenger window at the sea. It did look rough. Wayne had only seen the ocean once as a child. He could swim but he would several hundred yards from shore. Wayne guess he would figure out how strong of a swimmer he was soon. The hesitation over, he opened the door and jumped out, crossing his arms and bracing himself. He sliced into the water feet first like a knife and went several yards underwater. The pilot turned the plane just as leapt. There was no going back now. His head burst forth from the depths a few seconds later. The sea pitched, and Wayne found himself almost at the crest of a large wave. He took a huge gasp of air before the wave crashed down, him with it, and he was sent back down into the briny depths. Recovering a few moments later, he started to swim towards shore. He struggled against the sea and several times was pitched off course and back underwater. By the time he had reached shore, his muscles ached and his lungs burned, but he had made it. After a brief respite, he trudged inland. He’d find this guru, he’d learn his techniques, and he’d punish the people who had brought mayhem to his town and his family.
Thread Stats PL: [3150] Dice: [2d39] HP: [47]
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Post by Retasu on Feb 10, 2017 22:19:45 GMT -5
"Ayo', Chico!"
A smooth sounding, although slightly high-pitched, voice could be heard greeting the blonde muscle-man as he crawled onto the shore out of the ocean. "I give's that about a... hmm.. like a seven outta ten, yo." How rude. "Splash was too big." Should Wayne start looking around for the voice, all he needed to do was look down and he'd see a walking, talking pile of..
No, really! It was!
Hands on his... well... hips? The shining red Poopjin stood there, donning a spectacular pair of sunglasses, gloves, and boots. The top of his... uh... hair? Well, whatever it was, seemed to be styled. The little creature didn't stand anymore than maybe 2 feet tall, if that. It'd hold one tiny hand out to the man. "Name's Rico, yea. What do I call ya, Chico? Or Maybe Blondie?" Had anyone every shaken hands with a Poopjin before? At least he didn't smell...
Well, really, who would ever get close enough to take a whiff?
*MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE*( Last part was for fun .... maybe. Hope you like slapstick! ) Wayne Keeso
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 11, 2017 18:41:02 GMT -5
He stood there soaked in seawater. Wayne was still catching his breath and he was approached by an unknown entity, at least to him. At first, all he heard was a voice calling out to him and using words that he didn’t quite understand. He thought he still had seawater in his ear, and he bent his neck to the side and tried to drain out any of the briny stuff that could be trapped in there. The noise however, and by noise we mean voice, continued. Finally, Wayne looked down in front of him and was quite surprised to see, well, to put it plainly a pile of shit. Had he died on that jump? Had he swallowed too much seawater? Was he hallucinating? There was a flaming red pile of poop sporting a fancy pair of sunglasses with his hand extended towards him. The people back in West City had told him that the place he was traveling to was odd but this was more than just a bit peculiar. The thing had even told him its name which was Rico. Wayne didn’t have a response for the thing when it asked him what to call him. He was completely dumbfounded. With his jaw extended (it would have hit the floor), Wayne without thinking extending his hand and shook the thing’s hand. Snapping out of it momentarily, he realized he just shook hands with a piece of poop and looked to see if those gloves it was sporting had left any residue on his hand. Realizing that the thing had asked for his name and even commented on his dive, Wayne finally responded to Rico, not wanting to be impolite. “The name’s Wayne. How’re ya now? Is this the island with the Turtle Guru or did that jump knock too much of my stuffin’ out?”
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Post by Retasu on Feb 12, 2017 13:09:49 GMT -5
The Poopjin smiled, releasing his hand back when Wayne was done shaking it. "Nice ta' meet ya', Big Guy. Hm, Turtle Guru, huh?" Rico would tap the spot where one could consider it a chin, just below his mouth. "Nah, this isn't the island where he lives. You're close, though, from what I remember. Whatcha' wanna see that crazy cat for anyhow?" He'd laugh a bit. "Actually, he ain't a cat. He ain't even a turtle if you can believe it. Last I heard, he was some giant rat. I dunno, weird folks around here, right?" Rico would offer a shrug, before kicking at the sand some. He knew where to find the Turtle Hermit and he would most likely point Wayne in the right direction. But he needed a favor from the large man first.
"I mean, I know exactly where you can find him. Heck, I can even help ya' there since he ain't too fond of people flyin' over the island and stuff. I thought maybe he shot your little plane outta the sky." He'd smile brightly up at Wayne, the sunshine glinting off his sunglasses. "So, what do ya' say? Help me out and I'll help you out?"
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 12, 2017 15:33:26 GMT -5
Wayne's eyebrow rose at the tiny red being began to explain to him that he wasn't even on the right island. The man from the airport must have exaggerated his prowess at locating the Turtle School. A bit of doubt entered his brain. Had he truly come all this way only to be denied what he sought after because he landed on the wrong island? His fists tightened the longer he dwelt on that thought. The thing continued to explain that he didn't even know what the turtle guru's current form before remarking about how weird people were around these points. Wayne could only nod at that sentiment. As the red blob continued to talk, he finally offered to show Wayne where the hermit was located just as long as he did him a favor first. Perhaps others would have been taken aback but Wayne knew that to get anywhere in life you were going to have to work for it. Wayne ignored the remarks about the plane being shot out of the sky, for now at least. If that did happen, so be it. He was stuck now and this thing was his only plausible ticket to the Turtle School. He couldn't just jump back into the ocean and start swimming. His mind was made up. "You've got yourself a deal bud. What is it that I can do fer ya?"
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Post by Retasu on Feb 12, 2017 21:47:37 GMT -5
Rico's smile grew wider, giving the big human a thumbs up. "Aw, yea! See, I knew you was a smart egg, Blondie. You gots' that look about you." The Poopjin would hop on a few things to get a higher ground, eventually finding a proper perch on Wayne's bare shoulder. Personal space meant nothing to Rico apparently. "Alright, look. I'll level with ya'. It's a bit dangerous but if you're lookin' to train under that crazy Turtle Hermit you're gonna only benefit from doin' somethin' a bit death defyin', so." The Poopjin would point towards a section of the island several yards away, high up on a mountain and covered in thick brush and plantlife all around. Whatever he needed Wayne to do was up there.
It looks like a treacherous climb, but Rico had confidence in the young man. "There's some rare eggs up there, yea. This here's Argon Island, and it's popular 'cause the rarest o' the rare famed Argon Lizard can only be found here. If you can help me snatch some o' them eggs, I'll be a rich man! Heh. Well, I mean, you ain't gonna' need any money where you're goin' so don't even give me any lip, Blondie." He'd give a few gentle pats to the side of his head. "Alright, Blondie. Up, up, and away! Make with the flyin' yea, this'll be over in no time!"
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 12, 2017 22:19:05 GMT -5
The small poopy thing acted very pleased when Wayne agreed to blindly assist in whatever task it needed help with. One could say that it acted a bit too pleased, especially from Wayne’s perspective. Before he could protest, the thing had leapt up onto his shoulder much like a bird or small monkey would and even gave him a few pats on the side of the head. Wayne’s face turned bright red as he considered swatting the sunglass wearing loud-mouth poopjin from its perch but he managed to restrain himself. Just listen to what this thing wants and do it and you’ll be sorted. He thought to himself. The poopjin began to describe that the task ahead was not easy and Wayne didn’t expect it to be. Otherwise, this little thing would have gone and done it on its by now. As the poopjin pointed, Wayne’s gaze followed his gloved hand and he looked up towards the peak. There wasn’t a path, not even a beaten one, and the terrain looked quite treacherous. There weren’t much of any mountains back in the eastern lands around Stows. It was all flat plains suitable for farming. Wayne had never done any real climbing. The rock wall they wheeled out at PE Class at high school wasn’t covered with plant life or crawling with any animals either. Rico continued to describe the job he would have Wayne do. When it began to describe this lizard and how valuable its eggs were, everything started to make sense to Wayne. Even out in the middle of nowhere people or poop for that matter, still valued material things. He started to doubt if the poopjin even knew where the hermit was but once again he realized he didn’t have much a say in the matter. He chose to ignore the snarky comment about giving him lip. The poopjin must know that Wayne could punt him into the ocean from here, but then again this thing didn’t seem to have a real good grasp of social understandings. How long had it been stuck on this island? “This ain’t poaching, is it? I’m not one to get in a scuffle with the authorities from the field and game commission. They’re a stubborn bunch of bastards and I don’t need that stacked onto my plate. It’s full enough.” He said this as his long legs carried him forwards to the base of the mountain. Upon reaching the foot of the rock formation, he leaped up to a small flat face jutting out from the side of the rock. He’d start his ascent here. Weathered hands clutched onto whatever was secure enough and protruding from the side of the mountain. Wayne was in fantastical shape and didn’t seem too terribly fatigued as he started to climb earnestly. He would often pause and look for the cleanest route when climbing, making sure to avoid as much vegetation that could snag him or the thing riding on his shoulder. Up, up, and away indeed. This training better be worth it, he thought to himself.
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Post by Retasu on Feb 12, 2017 23:57:09 GMT -5
Rico smirked, waving his hand at Wayne's question about poachers and dismissing it. "Nah, you'll be fine, Blondie. Ain't no poachers or anyone crazy enough to be gettin' them eggs 'cept us, yea. That's why they're so expensive, aside from the fact they're pretty rare to begin with." The Poopjin would yawn, making himself comfortable on Wayne's shoulder as he took a seat. He felt... warm. "Them crazy lizards, the spend all their time down here but choose to lay their eggs up there. I guess to protect 'em from land critters and all that. But what about flyin' stuff? Look'it all them flying lizards up there." It was the truth. These lands seemed to inherit the same animals that their mother planet had. Usually, everything was large and resembled a dinosaur. This Earth-2 was truly a magnificent place. "Speakin' of flyin'..." The Poopjin raised his sunglasses to look around a bit, as Wayne began to physically climb the side of the mountain. "Why aren't you doin' none of it? Would be a lot faster for us. In and out, yea. All you martial artists and fighters know how to fly, don't ya'?"
Rico raised his sunglasses higher, looking a bit concerned as perhaps he had made a mistake. "Don't ya'?"
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 13, 2017 7:52:48 GMT -5
“If I could fly bud, wouldn’t you think I’d of done it by now. I was in a plane. What purpose would there be to me using a plane to get here if I could fly? You think I just like flying in planes?” He exhaled before he jumped up to another outcropping of rock. Wayne couldn’t fly, yet, at least. That was one of the things he was hoping this turtle hermit could teach to him do. He was plenty agile though, and his vertical leap dwarfed any basketball players but it still wasn’t flying. He took a breath, pausing for a moment as he looked up at the peak. He’d made good progress, even with the red poopy thing perched on his shoulder. Wayne would wonder if this thing would continue mocking him the further they climbed. “Don’t be getting any ideas of back out now bud. Might take a bit longer than you expected but I’ll get you those eggs.” Wayne had raised chickens since he was a young boy. A large part of his brain was telling him that this wouldn’t be as easy as walking into the hen house, picking up a few hens, and swiping a few hens. It almost wasn’t worth thinking about. There was that one time he and Nathan had swiped those eagle eggs. The bird chased them for almost a mile on their bikes. Eventually they had ditched the eggs but the eagle’s ire led it to chasing them all the way back to the homestead. Yeah, it’d probably be something a little more like that. “Going down will be a lot easier than going up bud. Don’t you worry about it.” He leaped up again, clutching a rock overhang. He pulled himself up with little effort, jumping upwards again and clinging to another rock. The climbing was going well at least.
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Post by Retasu on Feb 14, 2017 22:12:34 GMT -5
Rico would cross his little arms across his poop-made body, sucking his teeth in at Wayne's little retort. "I dunno', for some people flyin' in a plane is a luxury..." But it would hit the little Poopjin right after... HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO FLY?! Rico would let out an exaggerated sigh at that, as Wayne continued to climb. "Well, I'll be... guy like you hopin' to train under the old Turtle Geezer and you can't fly? Eh, I suppose it could be worse. He really just masters in martial arts and strengthening the body anyway, from what I heard so I guess flyin' doesn't really matter." The Poopjin looked at how far they got, but still regretted finding someone that didn't know how to fly. "It sure as heck would be nice, though" He thought.
Well, make the best out of any situation is what his Mama told him once. He'd nod along with Wayne's reaffirming tone, agreeing with him. "No worries, Blondie! We got's this, yea. Besides, you can at least shoot them fire ball thingies outta' your hands just in case mama lizard gets a little frisky with us, yea?" Rico would make some "guns" with his fingers, mock firing them off as Wayne continued to climb up. Eventually, once he got high enough, he'd see the nest with the eggs that they needed.
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 15, 2017 7:57:58 GMT -5
Another grunt escaped his lips as he pulled himself up onto the last small ledge before reaching the summit of the small mountain. He pressed his knuckles into the palm of his hand until several audible pops occurred. The poopjin continued with his less than encouraging comments about his inability to fly. Wayne, per usual, kept relatively mum about it. Doesn’t this thing ever shut its trap? The thought had crossed his mind more than once. His short rest over, he leaped backed onto the face of the mountain clutching onto chunks of exposed rock. Peering up, he could finally see the nest and eggs Rico had told him about. Seeing the top had given Wayne a bit more gusto and he hurriedly climbed as Rico brought up another sore spot for Wayne. The ‘fireballs’ he discussed had been on Wayne’s mind since he had first left home. His truck, the Lord rest its metal soul, was completely obliterated by a fireball from a thug who basically started this whole journey. “Not much for that fancy stuff bud. Figured the old hermit would show me how to do that too. Fisticuffs are the name of the game for me.” He could only imagine what kind of response that would warrant from the red turd. He reached over top the final ledge, his hand slapping against flat ground. The other soon followed and with minimal effort he pulled himself and his poop companion up and over the rock face. They had reached the top. The nest featuring the eggs sat only a few yards away. Wayne’s eyes looked towards the sky, scanning for this mama lizard that Rico had spoken of earlier. “Well go on and grab your eggs so we can high-tail it out of here bud.” He’d cross his arms, waiting for the poopjin to complete the task. How big could this mama lizard be anyways?
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Post by Retasu on Feb 15, 2017 22:18:37 GMT -5
"Things could be worse, I guess. We could actually run into one of those things, then we'd really be in trouble." Was Rico's exact thought once Wayne had admitted he wasn't much for ki manipulation. Surely, it would help, but Wayne seemed strong enough to hold his own against whoever, or in this case whatever. He'd look over at the nest that held the Argonian Lizard eggs. There were four, about football sized. Rico would roll his eyes under his sunglasses as Wayne told him to get his eggs and scram. "Yea, like I can carry all of those myself. Gonna' need you to give me a hand there, Blondie." The Poopjin would leap off Wayne's shoulder and land on the ground flawlessly.
Carefully, he'd make his way over to the four eggs, reaching down while still looking around in a hyper paranoid manner. "Man, I'm in deep if that thing comes back. Maybe I shoulda' had this guy train at the Turtle Hermit's first then owe me for getting him there. Dang, Rico!" Cursing himself in his mind, he'd finally plug one of those large eggs out of the nest and held it over his head. Turning to face Wayne, he'd offer a charming little smile like only the Poopjin could. "Mind snaggin' the other three, yea? This is about all I can handle on my own."
Time to see if luck is on your side.Due to your cunning nature as a Human, roll your 1d125 init dice.51+ you've successfully attempted to yank all three eggs (if you choose to that is)1-50 ... well, we'll see what happens!Wayne Keeso
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 16, 2017 9:51:30 GMT -5
He folded his arms and watched as Rico leaped off his shoulder and waddled on over to the nest. He watched the tiny little thing inspect the rather large eggs. All in all, if you combined all four of the eggs they probably weren’t much smaller than Rico himself. Wayne realized he was going to have to help haul them off just as the tiny red being told him he’d need some help. Unfolding his arms, he walked over to the nest and stood over Rico. “How much are these things worth anyways bud?” He stooped over and reached for them with his massive hands. Wayne could’ve easily carried all four, albeit a bit awkwardly. Three wouldn’t be a problem. He figured he wouldn’t even break a sweat hauling them back down from where he and Rico came. The flying lizards in the background didn’t seem to be paying them much attention so far. That could change. Images of that eagle chasing he and Nathan came back for a moment. "Guess we're done here then, back down we go?"
Init Roll [1d125] JccrCLFD1d125
[HP:47/47] [GP:6/6]
1d125
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Post by Retasu on Feb 16, 2017 20:32:08 GMT -5
As if he would have made a difference or not, Rico continued to scout around some as Wayne took the last three eggs from the nest in his own clutches. It seemed they were in the clear. Maybe mama bird--er lizard, rather was out on the hunt. Rico would nod to himself before hopping back up onto Wayne's shoulder. "They're worth plenty. Enough for the inside scoop on the Turtle School, that's for sure. Heheh." Rico wold give the area one more look around before nodding. He was satisfied with the lack of deadly beasts around them, so it was time to head back to lower ground. "Alright, Blondie. You're up again. Get us down there and I'll get ya' to that old crazy hermit in no time."
A promise was a promise, after all. These four eggs would help pay off a ton of deb--err, they would just be helpful to Rico! Thinking about all that transpired made the Poopjin smile widely. "Heck, I'll even put in a good word for ya' when we get there, yea? Will go a long way!" Most likely not, but it was nice to make Wayne think so right?
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Wayne Keeso
Middle Class Poster
Turtle School Initiate
Posts: 63
Race: Human
Dice: 2d47
EXP: 2,750
Zeni: 575
HP: 56
SP: 5,318
Transformations: Power UP!!
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Post by Wayne Keeso on Feb 16, 2017 21:31:24 GMT -5
Wayne did not want to think about how much influence this tiny little poopjin had with the hermit. I mean, if he did, wouldn’t he have been trained well enough by the hermit to get these eggs by himself? He really thought that there was going to be some sort of awesome climax at the end of this climb where he’d have to fend off a hundred flying-lizards hell bent on killing him and his little red acquaintance. I guess things weren’t always like they were in the movies. Either that, or sometimes a guy will get lucky a time or two. “You’re going to want to hold on tight bud.” Wayne exhaled deeply and shook his legs out. “Only ever tried this once back on the farm. You might say things were a bit more, uh, precise at least.” He strode over the edge of the summit, looking down at the numerous ledges he had used on his climb up. He started to count himself. His voice was barely audible. “Four…five…six…maybe six and half. Probably wouldn’t need the last one.” He paused for a moment before looking at Rico out of the corner of his eye. “Only thing I can promise is that it will be much faster on the way down.” He half smirked before jumping over the edge. The first jump was only about fifteen feet, and Wayne landed a bit shakily coming into a full squat as his feet hit the ground. He took another big breath, steadying himself before leaping again to another ledge down below. This time the distance was further, but he stuck the landing and barely paused before leaping again. By the third ledge, he was in rhythm and was jumping just as he landed. Dirt and dust started to fly up from each subsequent landing until he found the bottom of the mountain again. The entire trip took less than a minute for them to reach the base. “Not much of a flyer, Rico, but I have a talent for fancy falling.” He shook his head a little. “Now show me where I’m supposed to put these, and then tell me where this turtle hermit lives.” He might finally be able to get on with his training.
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