Active Rest for the Wicked [Clearwater Cove]

[Maverick Six]

Clearwater Cove ​

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Spoiler: For Graders

Tea Party RP

Pamela (Maverick Six)
Zeke NeramoDJI
Raia SilverFeathers
Izzy Moonberry
Mikhail SixSense
Yz Femboy
Jane RavenSong

Previously: Six Assassins Part II
Time of Day: Sunset
Weather: Clear and Humid

Sentinel Beach

After the battle that had taken place -- the group would find themselves with a bit of time. Time to fix their weapons and gear through the various Widersian Tinkerers in the town. Time to find a hideout which truly belonged to them. And time to lick their wounds. Who said there was no rest for the wicked?

Clearwater Cove appeared to be more than just a town. The longer that the group walked, the more they would see the jungle and get the idea that the jungle of the island far outstripped the small coastal town they'd been in. Wild nature far outstripped the civilization was sheer brush. Branches threatened to poke out eyes, brightly colored insects could be seen crawling along the ground constantly and the ground was unpaved. Wet patches soil where freshwater where minute amounts of water flowed were constant. Some paths lead into swampier water.

Yet there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The soon to be setting sun would shine down on them unfiltered. The smell of salt was near by but sources of freshwater could be seen as the path unfolded. Off to the right, the group could see a vast water fall which appeared to be feeding into the underground.

The group would get a bit of intel that there weren't many monsters in clearwater beyond whatever things came from the South Sea and whatever birds that might have found themselves capable of crossing a decent swath of ocean to get here.

The Junge had been fairly humid. Dense brush surrounded them on most sides but a path of sorts had been clearly made at one point before. It was in the midst of being reclaimed by ambient overgrowth, but with the vague direction Zeke's influenced had allowed them to obtain and Jane's navigating skills, the group would soon find their way to a new hideout for their own use.

One of the fortunate parts about being on a fairly remote island in the South Sea was that in essence, there seemed to not be as many monsters here and what few there were -- often were cleared out. The unfortunate part however was that Jungle's humidity brought with it a great many bugs who hounded the group tirelessly.

CLAP!

A sound like thunder as Pamela brought more force then necessary onto a poor bug. A tiny shockwave blew a bit of wind through the air. She took her hands apart and open them. The bug's remains had been practical vaporized in the palm of her hand, at though it had hit by an explosion. Had one not seen it, one would have had difficulty realizing it was a bug at all. Despite this effort, the insects around her person resumed their assault soon after.

"GOD DAMN IT!" She began to reach out to the various mosquitos and gnats which hovered around her -- seeking to pluck out the individual bugs out of the air. Ironically, as she seemed to punch the air, her she was fairly successful at snatching the insects out of the air with lightning.

And after about five seconds, the immediate vicinity was nearly clear. For now at least. Dusting off her hands, Pamela continues to walk forward, following the front of the pack. Her long ears flattened a moment to clear a branch.

"Jane, right? We almost there yet?" It was apt to seem like it. The group was to enter some dank cave which constantly flooded. It was one perched close to a waterfall which fell into a large cave in the ground that occasionally flooded until the freshwater flowed out into the ocean. If the woman was have navigation skills, now was a good time to show them off.

BZZZZZZTTT

As the group traveled, the others would find themselves experiencing similar problems to Pamela: Bugs seeking to eat them alive? Oh whatever would one do?

"Place this wild would almost remind me of home, if it weren't for all the damn bugs." For a moment, Pamela's mind wandered about her own past....before ironically moving the subject to something else.

Looking at Yz and Jane -- Pam posted a question that seemed all but common sense to ask.

"Speaking of which, where the hell are you two from? Funny to have two clowns on a pirate island. You two apart of the same circus act?" Pam asked to the silly looking pair in particular. As attention grabbing as they were, the entire group knew next to nothing about them.

Spoiler: OOC

Pamela (Maverick Six)
Zeke NeramoDJI
Raia SilverFeathers
Izzy Moonberry
Mikhail SixSense
Yz Femboy
Jane RavenSong

No Advanced Rules necessary if you don't wanna. Unless y'all start fighting.

Parts of the scene may be manipulated. If you wanna trip on a rock, jump on a branch or jump in a swamp feel free.

Feel Free to update you're sheets ya bums. No need to even ask.

 

[RavenSong]

As Jane traversed through the thick jungle she'd mumble to herself a bit as she kept herself oriented to the sun. The funny trope of clown ladies behind her made her look like some sort of mom racoon as they all followed her in single file, horsing around, juggling, and bickering on occasion.

Jane would pay them no mind, she was determined to prove herself to these pirates if not to simply learn how to act like one. "This way!" Jane called out as she crawled under a fallen tree. Rising on the other side and looking at her compass then up at the sky, following a particular star in the setting sun to keep herself oriented . It was here that the hare lady Pam would approach, "Mhm! Yep that's me! Call me 'Happy' if you like.. were much closer now. There's a water fall up ahead. We might have to make our way over the rocks leading down, but uhm.. I'm sure the captain could come up with a plan if we come across obstacles." As she was speaking she hadn't noticed a large beetle crawling down her sleeve and onto the compass, it's presence only known by a grippy leg that touched the Janes hand. She flinched and dropped her navigation tool before picking it up without the bug. "Ew.. ew.. EW!" She kicked her foot and crossed her arms with a pout. "I hate this jungle there's bugs everywhere, can we just go home?!" Her somewhat serious disposition contrasted by yet another small swarm of mosquitos biting and sucking the blood on her face. "I'm going to look like a teenager! Pimply and moody!" Jane whined. "Oh, let's hope the salt in the air keeps the bugs away where we're going."

Upon mention of her origins compared to Yz she began, "Curious isn't it? Two funny ladies in a not so funny plot?" Jane waved off the bugs if but only briefly.

"Unfortunately, we have no relation other than the fact that we're both a little.. what would you call it? Eccentric?" Jane half nodded half shook her head in wonder before looking back to Pam. "I'm originally from Ryken, I'm the ring leader to my five lovely assistants here! Say hello ladies!" Some of the clown actresses would wave shyly, others confidently saying 'hello' at various times. "We go abouts the country refining our performance skits ranging from comedy, to drama and acrobatics!" Putting her hands on her hips she continued, "Oh but beyond appearances and passions and [Navigation] miss Pam, I specialize in subterfuge, oh yes, I can be your eyes and ears, I can infiltrate the most impermeable forts and banks, I can find out who has the money!" Her eyes widened. "I can be your very shadow!" An ominous look upon her face before exploding in laughter. "Unless you catch me then I'll be dead!" Referencing the incredible display of martial prowess against the antler lady and her minions.

"Oh but enough about me! What is it like to have such pretty bunny ears? I bet your hearing is soooo good you could hear a mouse chewing on a piece of cheese in a busy restaurant a hundred miles away!" Before she could laugh this time a branch hit her right on the face, quickly she buried her face in her hands. "Ow.. ow.." then more whining. "Awwww I hate it here." Quickly recomposed however, "Everyone! Watch your face these branches. They uhm.." she muttered. "..hurt."

 

[Moonberry]

Mentions: Maverick Six Moonberry SilverFeathers NeramoDJI
Femboy @ravens
Languages: [Common], [Terran]
~ClearWater Cove~
Stats:
Strength - D
Precision - F
Intelligence - D
Vitality - E
Speed - F

Izzy's Character Sheet

Equipped Titles:[Human] [Isekai] [Showstopper] [Murder] F [Abuser] F [Thief] F [Holy Fae See Fugitive] E [Reluctant Swimmer]

.·:·.* Isabella Sangrea *.·:·.

The thick jungle air was a muggy slap to the face, and Izzy wasn’t having any of it. Her boots squelched against damp earth, her shirt clung to her back, and the bugs—godsdamned bugs—were treating her like a free buffet.

She pulled out her flask, took a slow swig, and exhaled through her nose. Spiced rum. Warm, but at least it didn’t taste like jungle rot.

“Could be worse,” she muttered to herself. Could be dead. Could be buried in Shen’s place. Could still be back there, watching some vulture pick through the bodies of Zeke’s men.

She shook that thought off, tucking the flask away before retrieving a small glass vial from her satchel. A sharp, cool scent filled the air as she uncorked it—peppermint oil. Cheap, useful, and best of all, bugs hated it.

With practiced ease, she dabbed a bit along her neck, behind her ears, and across her wrists. The sting of bites already littered her arms, but at least she could stop collecting more.

Pam let out a string of curses ahead, swiping through the air like a woman possessed, and Izzy snorted. Should’ve thought of this sooner.

“Here,” she said, stepping closer and swiping a dab of the oil against Pam’s furred ears and the side of her neck before the rabbitkin could protest. “Might keep the bastards off ye. No guarantees.”

She turned next to Raia, holding the vial out in offering.

“Ye want some?”

If Raia took it, fine. If not, Izzy wasn’t about to argue. She was already fishing another from her bag, because of course she carried more than one. Years of dock life had taught her to be prepared for all kinds of misery—bugs included.

That left the clowns.

Still here.

Still loud.

Still somehow completely at ease with the fact they’d just walked out of one hell of a scrap.

Izzy let out a slow breath, tilting the extra vial toward them.

“Either of ye want some?”

A beat.

Her eyes flicked to Jane’s little entourage.

“…Shit, how many of ye did I actually hire?”

The bag of coin hadn’t been that big. Had it?

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[Femboy]

Maverick Six Moonberry SilverFeathers RavenSong
1
YZ

Character Sheet
Equipped Titles: Fae
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)

Ah, the jungle. So, plantalicious. Very jungley. Lots of stupid, ugly and gross bugs. Why the solo-riding jester had chosen to come along with a bunch of pirate criminals that had likely now landed themselves in a boat-load of trouble? Eh, who knows. It'd probably be a tedious annoyance to get rid of such a plaguing title upon their own name that they might as well make the best of the situation before actually going off to handle it. Honestly, the steep price of 28 points didn't sound pleasant, so making the use of the time along with this newfound crew whether temporary or permanent sounded like a better idea than thinking about consequences of one jester's own actions.

That being said, Yz still had no clue who these other clowngirls were or why they were stepping on Yz's own turf in terms of style. It felt like an insult and mockery for so many clown-girls to abruptly show up not that long after, considering Yz was real pretty sure there wasn't a single circus in town. Nevertheless, Yz not need stoop down to such a level. Pff, clowns? Party-tricks? No matter what the others abruptly judged of them, Yz was the whole ringleader and a half. Every step of their life was their own reality TV show, and they were the main character. Though, that didn't mean they didn't like sharing and gifting the spotlight to other interesting talents.

Sighing as they pushed ferns, branches and swatted bugs from their face, Yz's attempts at a peaceful trip would soon enough be distracted by Pam's questioning about their origins.
"I've never met any of these clowns in my life, I should be the one askin' why they showed up. That bounty was most definitely my claim first, and considering I'm a One-Yz masterpiece of a show, it wasn't exactly like I was holding additions for cute little assistants to do magic tricks. Besides, I already dominate every show and performance there is. If you're looking for an open market, you should try one without me in it. Then, you might actually land an act. The Entertainment Market is quite booked out, everyone of those seats got two letters written on them in reservation. And darlin', those ain't initials, they're the last letters of the alphabet" Yz hummed in a cheerful tone, hoping that wherever it was they were exactly meant to go would be soon. There was only so much more they could deal with undefined locations in the middle of nowhere that served as unnamed plot device locations to act as a place to travel from one area to another.

"After all, once you seen me, you're in the endgame, and there ain't another act who compares" Yz answered with a smug nod of their head, moving on along as they heard Jane's competition with the local branch population. It seemed like the local branches in their natural habitat were doing a good job at going for the eyes, Yz pondered to themselves as they broke a branch off to wield it like a mighty weapon.

"Oooh~, scary branch, oooh~" Yz teased with a quiet giggle, tickling and lightly shaking the branch towards Jane as the jester threatened to poke and tickle her sides with the powerful weapon. Though, their attention would be distracted by Izzy offering oil.

"No thanks, I ate about two minutes ago. There's enough bugs to go around. Their juices are enough drink for me, the others can share the tasty oil amongst themselves" Yz dismissed the offer, looking at the pirate medic.
"Oh, and thanks for letting me pet your Vaporeon. I genuinely have no clue where you managed to find one, but it's really cool. It makes me wonder if you could ride it like a battle-mount, considering how big and swole it looks. Though less squishy than I'd imagine a Vaporeon would be, aren't they like mostly water? Like a water balloon puppy, you shake it and it jiggles and sloshes all about like blobblobblob. Your one doesn't do that. Maybe I petted it wrong. Can I give your pet fish-puppy Vaporeon tummy-rubs? Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh, teacher! Teacher! TEACHERTEACHERTEACHER!! Can I tummy-rub your fish puppy?" Yz immediately started asking loudly, putting up their arm as high as they could and flailing their hand to get the attention of Izzy or whoever else was teacher, desperately pleading for such a question.

"Oh, also, teacher, can I go to the bathroom? I really need to go, can I go to the bathroom?" Yz added on, the same blank stare of their mask as they followed along like an impatient child on a road trip. Which was lucky that Yz hadn't started demanding if they were there yet.
"Teacherteacherteacher?? Teacher?? TEACHER, CAN I GO TO THE BATHROOM? TEACHER? TEACHERTEACHER? TEEAAACHEEEEEEEEEEEER? TEACHER TEACHER TEACHER, TEACH, TEEAAAAAACH, CAN I GO? PLEASE? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?"​

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Mentions
NeramoDJI Maverick Six
SilverFeathers
Moonberry
RavenSong
Femboy

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Mikhail was annoyed by all the bugs, even with his body being half metal. The bugs only seemed to gather where it was flesh. “A bug zapper upgrade doesn’t sound to bad right about now.”He muttered as the group made their way through the forest. If the life of a pirate was a mix of highs and lows this was a low for sure. Thankfully the elf had a big gigantic hat that provided ample shade for himself.

Jane and her entourage weren’t too bad company but Yz on the other hand. He prayed that capt wouldn’t let her join the crew. “Ear plugs upgrade are also being added to the list.” He would peer towards Izzy’s offer of a drink and his eyes would light up, “Izzy you angel.” He smiled as he retrieved the heavenly nectar from her hands. Taking a swig, and wiping the residual that dripped down his chin.

“Ahh” satisfaction was achieved. He’d return to the conversation, intrigued by Jane’s story. “A traveling group of clowns that aren’t apart of a circus is new to me. Though unlike the other act with us, you’re actually pleasant to be around, same goes for your crew.” Mikhail joked as he gave Yz a side glance.

“In one way or another, we’re not so different. I go around performing and refining my craft, got a dream to play on the biggest stage possible. Whether they want me to or I’ve gotta kick the door down.” He smirked trying to draw a connection.

He’d turn to his new found compadres with an inquisitive grin, the blue shades on his eyes reflecting the glare of the sun when the trees allowed.

“So what about you guys, the original Crooked blades. How’d you get into this profession of piracy. Tried a 9-5 or school and figured it wasn’t for you?” He pondered, “Howd you get into practicing medicine Izzy?” they’ve got time away and alone from society. Now seemed like a perfect time to become acquainted.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Water. Lots of water. Seeing and hearing it everywhere was comforting. So much so that it overrid any annoyances she might have had for traversing such a wild and overrun jungle. Her long-ass tail hit every root and bush, and the feel of her exoskeleton sinking into swampy earth was... something. But in the end, it was the sound of constant, rushing water that helped calm and empty her mind.

The bugs she didn't care about so much, lightly shaking her head at Izzy's offer. Rather, it was kind of amusing watching some of them bite her, only to fly away or wobble on their feet, as if drunk. Her body was pretty much made out of drugs at this point, so it made sense. But it was funny to see. She supposed it would be annoying if those tiny bites scarred and grew teeth, like her other wounds, but she didn't really feel itchy so she assumed it would be fine.

At Jane's talk of obstacles, Raia glanced at the clown for a moment, at least, before she started spazzing out over the bugs. "Well, it's pretty jungly here, but if it's an open enough area I can shift to clear out any heavy shit." She scratched her head, with little to hide considering that form was already out on the table. She probably couldn't help 'interior decorate' inside the cavern without destroying it, but outside she could probably be handy. She kinda hoped there was enough water in the cavern for her to swim and lounge around in, even after they got the ship, but she supposed there was enough water nearby for her to swim elsewhere if need be. Maybe she could even dig up her own pond right outside. That would be fun.

Raia's ear fins twitched as Yz began to speak, subtly distancing herself as far from the clown as possible. There was probably no easy way to say this. But their voice was incredibly grating on her ears. It was probably because in the heat of battle, the sound of all their endless chatter, yelling, giggling and cackling, was honestly a big part of the reason she was driven insane. The echoes of it all still rung and curled in her ears. She couldn't get used to that voice, especially not this soon after.

Though she didn't know what a Vaporeon was, she could tell by their words that they were talking about her. Getting pet was fine or whatever, they did put their life on the line to help fight for them after all. But she uh... Raia felt she was usually a pretty patient person... but she really did find it hard to stand them, even though she had no reason to hate them.

"You could probably ride me. I don't think they added handle bars on my back in the end. But maybe you could make a hole in my fins or something. I dunno." She shrugged, trying to think back. Honestly that monstrous form of hers was a pretty new addition, not perfect by any means. Her mind always felt a little fuzzy and out of control inside it, but maybe she just needed more time and practice.

Yz's next request made her kind of speechless. But she felt that if she didn't answer, they'd just keep yelling about it. "You can give tummy rubs when you earn it." She answered quickly yet vaguely. Perhaps because of how loud Yz was, Raia lowered and softened her voice a lot in contrast, as if trying to get them to be quieter too. Probably wouldn't work out though. Man, did she need to get better at attuning her hearing.

Still, as Yz continued to speedtalk and yell more and more questions, Raia immediately began to speedwalk further and further to the side, eventually reaching a very noticeable distance from the group, though with her sensitive hearing, she was still able to listen into all the ongoing conversations from here.

"You can go when you want to. Do you want us to wait for you?" Her response to Yz honestly probably wasn't very helpful, but she was really just trying her best not to lose her mind.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Zeke had toned out Yz’s ramblings for the sake of his own sanity, but he had been walking along with the rest of his crew for quite some time. He was being flanked by some of his men, since Minion’s dying didn’t mean much, and some of the prior had survived in any case.

He walked behind Izzy and Pam in particular, leaning his body back and popping his back as they walked through the forest. “Oy, Lass. I get it might be somethin’ of a personal subject, but it’s somethin’ we oughta know if we’re gonna be helpin’ ya. Are there any other loons like miss antlers?” He said, trying to gauge if they’d be coming under attack any time soon again. “I’m glad we have a new navigator if nothin’ else, now we don’t gotta watch our rabbit present ‘er rear to whoever might be lookin’.” He joked, still refusing to let her live down that moment.

“and Miss Sangrea, do you mind if I borrow that flask for a moment lass?” He said, taking off his hat and dusting it a bit. “If I’m goin’ ta be stuck with 7 clowns in the woods, I’m going to need it.” He said, thinking of Jane, her posse, and Yz all at the same time and already dreading it.

When Raia began speaking, he did let a grin cross his face as he turned to her. “Raia, lass, we’re pirates. If you want belly rubs ye just take ‘em.” He teased, putting his hat back on and adjusting it to be straight. Which left the final one who had addressed something he could speak on.

“No lad, I worked the docks in the East Empire for a while. Got some cash, n’ set out. That kind of life is well and good enough for folks who are content stayin’ in one spot their whole life, but I got greater ambitions. N’ bein’ a pirate is all I know how to achieve those.” He explained, being honest with his origins before smiling over at Izzy with one of the few earnest expressions he’d had. “The stars don’t open for just some fishmonger, you gotta be somethin’ special.” He said, smiling as he said that more to Izzy than to Mikhail, but still answering the question at the same time.

 

[Maverick Six]

Clearwater Cove ​

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The Jungle

Time of Day: Sunset
Weather: Clear and Humid

Haven Forest - Armed Mix

"That's just it clowny" Pam said to Jane. "This place IS home. For now. Think we need a proper safehouse with people who can't get bribed." A subtle detail that might have been easy to miss with their last escapade. Though the Savoury spittoon had security, they'd received well enough compensation for all damages towards them beforehand. Hence their non-interference.

Thanks in part to Jane's navigation, the Jungle yet began to yield the way to them. The landscape became more and more rocky as time went on, as the neared an area. Off in the distance, raging waterfalls could seen and heard. And those with particularly keen eyesight could see that there were caves off in the distance. Where they lad and what was inside of them of them however was mostly unknown. In some parts, particularly high up however, one could see bird nests sitting up above. And some trees were yet resilient enough to cling to these damp and slippery rocks.

As a result of their actions (or lack there of), the bugs persisted! The bugs continued to assault Raia, their little nibbles only seemingly to be able to breach certain parts of her and her indifference welcoming. Jane unfortunately was assaulted all the same, though her whining and frantic movements seemed to make them at least be kept at bay. Yz would herself with a large drain fly on her masks nose, before it fly away. Another landed on Mikhail's cybernetic arm, trying in vane to get anything from him before it tried moving up along his arm to the meatier parts of his neck.

It seemed she had the herbal remedy which offered them safety against ambient bloodsuckers.

Two bunny ears twisted independently as Pamela kept tabs on both of the curious.

Her ears remained on Yz, and she answered her as well. "Guess that all explains why you rhyme so well. Doesn't explain how you shoot so well or hit like a truck. I can tell you barely know how to swing a sword but beat out a swordsman. Lemme guess. You learned that from an aslyum?" Pamela asked only seeming to be half joking.

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Pamela waved at Jane's various minions. However, what got the most reaction from Pamela was a compliment. A large grin ripe with pride appeared on her face.. "It's pretty nice. I'm proud of 'em!" She said motioning to herself cheerfully. "I've been using them and training them my whole life. When I was a kid, my old gang used to use me to scout out villages to rob. I'd listen in on people's conversations and could track multiple sounds at a time. It was more than just having good hearing. It was being able to sift through conversations and noise to get to the real meat and potatoes of what I wanted to hear."

Slamming her fists together. "I used to be weak and just stealthy, like you!" Pamela said bluntly to Jane. "But I trained hard because I got tired of being bullied. And could kick the ass of a good deal of my crew. Not my old boss and a couple others. Though....I guess I can't say I can do as much stuff as you seem to."
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Another question asked, posed to where Pamela herself.

"Been a bandit long as I can remember. Pirate just seems like a sea bandit. Or sky bandit really. Ran with a crew of mine since I was a kid. Then it got wiped out for everyone but me. By well, a big adventurer party that included the person we just fought. Shen was just one of them. Didn't know her name back then and I don't even know the names of the others."

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Zeke's question was a follow up that segwayed nicely into information about their pursuers.

"I think so." She said. "I...didn't think they'd follow me this far. Thought they'd just all give up. But there were others who were apart of her party that wiped out out mine. There were about five who stuck out."

Soon Pamela began to count them off on her fingers, from memory, giving only vague allusions of their capabilities.

"One was Panda. He was pretty big. Didn't use anything but his hands.

Another was a bird lady. She didn't do much fighting herself but had control of a big beast. Giant tiger about Raia's size.

One was a human. An old man. I...don't really know what exactly it is he does.

Some monkey who shot people with energy from far away.

One was a dragon man with a sword."

Thinking to herself, Pamela combined these observations with what she saw in the present.

"Shen was one of them. I'd say the others were as strong or stronger than her. I don't think we could take them all on ourselves. At least not in this state. But..." Pamela thought back to their encounter.

"The people with Shen? I've never seen them in my life. The way they talked about them, they were flunkies. I guess anyone from the West Empire Adventurer's guild could come after me."

There was a slight tone shift however, as a joke was made concerning her posterior. Ones that never seemed to end due to her short skirt and legs. She tugged down onto her skirt as if she could make it longer, before retorting. "Listen here Captain. Ain't my fault you can't stop lookin' at my ass."

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Finally, an insect buzzed right by Pamela's ears. And her expression slipped from a bit dour given the subject matter of her would-be assassins to worse. Yet just as her fist was primed to snatch yet another insect, her expression calmed as she was met with a gentle amidst the top of her head.

"HE-....hey...!" At the first Pamela piped up. Her conscious and thinking mind told her to meet such behavior as petting and stroking with righteous indignance. And indeed, up until this day, nobody had been allowed to do anything which resembled petting. Yet as she felt her ears stroked, she felt an odd feeling in a rather sensitive place. It wasn't really that different from a human who had their ears touched and massaged -- as strange tingling radiating throughout her body. It wasn't obvious but the slightest shudder ran through her body.

Initially, Pamela's hands rose up to grab at Izzy's wrist, yet...her hands ultimately fell down. Her ears similarly flattened against her head.

"You know doc." She begins. "I think you missed a spot." With a single clawed finger, she points towards her ears. As they walk, her head lowers, almost as if offering them to her....

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As the group moved along, progress was made as the area became much wetter an open. That waterfall was near by.

"I guess they weren't kidding when they said this place floods."

Before the group was a wetland that stretched for perhaps some 30 feet or so across. A path before them which seemed well walked seemed to be partially flooded out by rising waters.

Pamela took a long stick out the ground and stuck in the water. She threw it out to its middle promptly. And the stick in the ground a moment....before falling down. From this, one could gauge it's depth to be about knee high. Despite the murky water, it was walkable.

Peering to the left there was nothing but more jungle. The right, however, leads to a small river. One that might be useful for sailing into the cave in the future and bypassing the jungle muck. Across would lead them to a cave system as they'd get closer.

"I could jump this bog. But I sure feel sorry for you all. And you know what, maybe this is your chance to take a piss Yz. I don't think anyone will notice..." She Pamela teased the group with a knowing smile, waiting. Though perhaps some might find more unique ways of crossing.

Spoiler: OOC

Pamela (Maverick Six)
Zeke NeramoDJI
Raia SilverFeathers
Izzy Moonberry
Mikhail SixSense
Yz Femboy
Jane RavenSong

 

[Moonberry]

Mentions: Maverick Six Moonberry SilverFeathers NeramoDJI
Femboy @ravens
Languages: [Common], [Terran]
~ClearWater Cove~
Stats:
Strength - D
Precision - F
Intelligence - D
Vitality - E
Speed - F

Izzy's Character Sheet

Equipped Titles:[Human] [Isekai] [Showstopper] [Murder] F [Abuser] F [Thief] F [Holy Fae See Fugitive] E [Reluctant Swimmer]

.·:·.* Isabella Sangrea *.·:·.



Izzy adjusted the strap of her satchel, watching the stick Pamela tossed vanish into the murky water with a wet glug. Great. Swamp time.

She took a swig from her flask and passed it to Mikhail first with a low chuckle.

“Et's One fochen sip per round yeh hear? Pass et ahround!”

Then to Zeke, her grin turned sly, head tilting as her eyes lingered on his profile a moment longer than necessary.

“Aye Capt'n Yeh kin' borrow et. Jes' make sure yer showin me jes' how special ye'are this evenin'. A lass gets curious y'’know.”

Even as she cooed towards the captain, her fingers slid easily into a rhythm as she massaged peppermint oil into Pamela’s ears, letting her gaze trail over her friend’s face, quiet affection softening her voice.

“Since ah'll be trekkin’ through jungles an' sufferin’ seven clowns fer yer dream, might'is well make th' journey a bit more entertainin’, aye?”

She paused, thumb gliding along the edge of one ear in a slow, careful stroke.

“And you, rabbit—dunnae go wearin’ guilt like armor. Wha'happened back there weren’t yer fault. Shen made her choice, an’ yew stood yer ground. Ain’t many can say the same.”

Then, quieter, almost to herself:

“Yer still here. Still breathin’. Tha' counts more than ye' know.”

Her hand lingered just a breath longer before she eased back, only to toss her spare flask toward Zeke with practiced ease.

“Now someone tell me there’s a dry way ‘round this bog, or I’m startin’ a clinic from the waist down. And trust me, nobody wants that.”

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[Femboy]

2
YZ

Character Sheet
Equipped Titles: Fae
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)

Yz looked to Mikhail who had started talking poorly of her, alongside the lack of responses they were getting along with the sight of some of them clearly ignoring them or pacing away, Yz was beginning to question the group they found themselves in. Rolling their non-existent and non-visible eyes, they huffed and probably glared at Mikhail but I dunno they don't have facial expressions.
"I am more than an act, I'm an experience. Besides, it's not my fault a collection of other clowns showed up for no reason just to try to replace me. No need for you all to be such jerks, don't think that kinda dynamic is what's gonna land you a popularly received Netflix series. You could've been the new Arcane but noooooo~!. You doodoo-head" Yz grumbled, pouting and crossing their arms as they turned their head away. Fine, if that's how Mikhail and the rest of the group were gonna be, Yz didn't know they were so mean. Grumbling to themselves, they dejectedly poked at the floor with their stick as Pam's point... made no sense.

"Bunny, I didn't rhyme once. You're not even listening to me, none of you are. Besides, if it wasn't so obvious, I learned from paying the homeless to fight eachother to the death, twenty bucks to the winner. Of course, I learned that their fighting technique was absolutely terrible, so it taught me to just learn it my own way. Not that any of that actually happened, pff, I'm not even gonna offer money for such a simple task. I learned off the internet, obviously, like everyone else" Yz shrugged, though they hummed quietly when Raia suggested about being able to earn tummy rubs.
"Wha'do you mean, show her rear, does she show her butt? Are we supposed to look? Is there something secret there, like a second head or a portal to an alternate dimension? Miss Bunny-Bunbun, what's under the skirt? Now I must know. Your Captain has discussed your posterior, and now it has brought an unusual attention to it. Though, mainly because I'm curious, do you have a little fluffy bunbun tail? Is it soft?" Yz asked.

"At least you're nice to me Fish-Lady, although I have to ask why you keep picking up the pace and walking away from me. It's okay, I don't think you stink! I can't argue for anyone else here, but I can't speak for anyone else. Wait, waitwaitwait, waaaaaaaaaait~" Yz sung cheerfully, immediately picking up the pace to try and catch up with Raia. Reaching up as best as they could, they reached their hand out to pat the Fish-Lady on the shoulder.
"Good fish-puppy-who's-now-a-woman, who's the bestest fish-puppy-woman-now? Yes you are! Yesh you are!" Yz delighted as they cooed and rubbed Raia's shoulder, unable to reach the head for most efficient petting of the fish-puppy-who's-now-a-woman.

"Well at this rate, if everyone's just gonna be a total butt to me, nobody's ever gonna be thankful for anything. It's because I don't have a face, isn't it? All of you think you're so much better than me because I don't get to eat cookies, well I say: For shame, because that's very mean and it hurts my feelings a lot" Yz answered, disappointedly throwing their stick on the floor. If everyone was gonna be nice and supportive amongst eachother but treat them like an alien, then they didn't deserve Yz's attempts to bless them with their entertainment and cheeriness.

Moping along as they got to the bog, they heard Pam and Raia about going to the bathroom.
"Eh? I don't need to go to the bathroom, I was just asking if I could" Yz answered with a small shrug, that should've been obvious. Not knowing what Izzy was talking about when it came to a clinic from the waist down, they sat with their legs crossed not having a clue how to cross. Considering the rest thought they were just soo good, surely they would've had an idea.

"Ooh, do we have fishing rods? Can I go fishing? Ooh ooh ooh, do we have paper? Can we make paper boats too? Can we make a fishing rod? I only have a military weapon of war, not a fishing rod... " Yz asked in delight, disappointed that they didn't possess the tool they desired.​

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

"Don't think anyone here's got hands big enough to give me proper belly rubs even if I wanted them, let's be real." Raia chuckled back at Zeke, still humoured by how Pam's rear lived in his mind rent-free. Who was he tryna fool here?

Pam's explanation sombred the mood somewhat. From the words shared in the battle previous, Raia already had a feeling things weren't over. But it still was a bit of a headache hearing about what was to come. "Guess I can look forward to some actual roughhousing in the future then." Raia commented with a dry grin at the mention of a giant tiger about her size. Few experiments back then could compare to that form of hers, so that might actually be a fun fight to look forward to. Pam glossing over any mention of why her crew got wiped out made her thoughtful, but Raia didn't feel a damning need to pry on the specifics, especially with eight brand new sparkling strangers in their midst. Made sensitive matters difficult.

Her thoughts on the ordeals ahead were broken by the sound of that particularly grating voice rapidly accelerating towards her, her ear fins instinctively flattening in response to dull the racket. Although she stiffened slightly, wondering if she should run, she managed to sit through her impulses and let the noisy little midgit clown approach. Watching them try to pat her head, she chuckled, able to see they just wanted attention considering everyone else subconsciously overlooking them. "You're so small." She commented idly, easily reaching out to pat Yz's head in comparison, careful not to tear her elaborate hat or clothing with her deadly claws. "Sorry, you're just a bit loud for my tastes sometimes. But I don't dislike you."

Raia didn't particularly care about being treated affectionately like a pet by Yz, letting them do whatever. Felt a bit much, but everyone had their own forms of showing affection or what have you. However if Yz tried to start ordering her around like a dog, that would be a different story.

"Don't take it too heart too much. A lot just happened for peeps to process. Eight new crew members. Pam's backstory drop. First big fight with the whole crew. Crazy stuff." Raia tried to reason, her tone as languid as usual. With a flick of her tail, she picked up the stick Yz dropped in her tantrum, briefly examining it in her claws before giving it back to her. "It's okay. I can't really eat either. Everything tastes like paper to me. Although I was kinda learning how to cook from that one guy, so I could help feed the crew." She commented idly, her gaze stilling at the bog before flipping towards the much clearer waters of the nearby river.

"Yeah, no. Yz come here, fish puppy time." Raia announced unceremoniously, not sparing another glance at the bog as she made the trek towards the riverbank without hesitation. "I think we might be here for a while, so you can probably get a fishing rod and uh paper later if you'd like. Think I still have some cash from the last heist." She hummed thoughtfully, not afraid to buy a few things for the midget clown. It's not like she had much need or use for money anyway, better to watch it be spent than let it rot alongside her dying body.

The loud buzzing of the bugs plaguing her faded away as she dove deep into the river water, feeling a sudden, bone-deep sense of calm on impact with the currents coiling around her body. As much as she was tempted to just fall asleep, she curdled her blood and forced herself to shift, the grotesque sound of her bones breaking and merging anew buried by the rushing water.

There was once a time when she was forced to continually shift and de-shift for an experiment, making her violently sick as they searched for her limits. Even if this was not at all similar, the feeling of shifting twice in one day brought remnants of that nausea back, snarling a bit with her eyes swirling as she gathered her bearings, before she rose just out of the water with her expression cooled and as lazily smiling as usual.

"All aboard~" She called out to anyone that desired it. If not, she'd just flick her tail and paddle onward by herself, like as Yz liked to describe, a big fish puppy.

Spoiler: Call of the Deep

 

[RavenSong]

As Yz began to boast Jane would shift her weight to the side with a hand on her hip whilst making quacking noises with his free hand. "Quack! quack!" Her lips barely moving, acting out like a ventriloquist. When the boastful jester Yz said 'no other act compared' her duck pretending hand turned to Yz then to Pam. "Quack?!?!"

Mikhails words resonated deeply with Jane, suddenly dropping the act she blinked a bit and listened hyper intently. "Well, that's absolutely perfect! I've always wanted to be a musician, I just never had the chance or the money to try it! Perhaps someday.. or.. maybe I can be a singer!" Jane fluttered her eye lashes in awe and wonder. "What is it like? You know, to captivate an audience with your own creations? Me and the ladies here have put on many street shows and make people really laugh! Oh.. that's all that matters to me." Drawing circles on her palm with her other hand, "Even if they don't tip me."

It was then Mikhail would compliment, taking the clown girl off guard she brought her hands to her heart with a little hop. One could swear confetti was flying out of her jester hat. "Eeeeek! Did you hear that girls? We made a fan!" The other clown ladies would stop what they're doing and gather around, one blushing and the rest piling on each other to analyze the guitar wizard. 'Ooo's' and 'Aaahs' escaped their curious faces. Jane would interject however, "Now now, don't be creepy go on and go back to what you all were doing." Jane shook her head and face palmed, then looked back at Mikhail. "You'll have to excuse them, they're a little.. special." She shrugged embarrassingly. "Anyway! I support your dream to be in the big stage! Ha! Why shoot! I'll help you kick that door down!"

Jane turned her attention to Pam then, running her own hands together she gripped at the space in front of her a bit, softly imagining touching her ears. But that would be a breech in social acceptance so she resisted her desires if but for this moment. "I see.. yes, oh.. OH! I would love to have the ability to discern various conversations! I wouldn't have to try to read people's lips anymore! Pfft! You can hear the juicy gossip from a mile away!" Jane would lean on a tree as she wondered about it, much to her ignorance the clown girl was getting all manner of bugs on her without knowing it. "I.. I'm not weak!" She protested as she held up her weak arms in a gesture of strength. "I'm as tuff as they come! Why.. I would arm wrestle you! But.. I wouldn't want to embarrass you, and.. and.. I'm a little sore from so much working out?" Clearly she was just trying to act bigger than what she was, her voice revealed a tone of trying to prove herself, and very much being a clown about it.

Before Jane could continue spiraling down trying to talk Pam into believing she was something she clearly wasn't Yz began to tease at her. "H-hey! Stop that!" The clowney girl whined as she struggled to remember her name though the stick interrupted her train of thought, "Thats not funny, I'm not scared, like at all!" Suddenly Yz tickled her side which made her jump, "EEEK!!" A high pitched giggle escaped her voice. "I'm super ticklish and I demand you to stop Yz. You're making me look like too much of a weenie! Can't you see I'm trying to be 'tuff' and useful! Now.. begone TICKLER!" Jane held up a finger at her with her most serious stare. "Uhm.. what's a va..vapor.. vaporeon?"

When finally at the path, much to her disappointment, it was flooded. "Awe.. well, I guess that's that.. let's go back to town." Right before starting to walk back however Pamela would take a stick and test the water. Then expressing that there would be no going back or reconsidering by mentioning that she would jump across. "Uhm.. we have to.. cross." Jane told herself as if trying to get used to the idea. It wouldn't help that Pam motioned Yz to go #1. "Uhm.. yeah, don't pee while we're walking Yz that'd just be gross. Right you.." she turned to Isabella. "..what's your name again? Ah! Doesn't matter you don't want pee water in your boots right?"
She shrugged, and smiled.

Raia then would announce a call to board upon something Yz called a 'fish puppy' to which she tilted her head but didn't dare pose a question. She simply ushered her clown minions to follow after her, "oh goody! We get a free ride! I've always wanted to- OOF!! To her unsuspecting surprise, like dominoes the clown girls in her wake fell and piled on top of Jane as she made muffled noises. She quickly broke free however and gave them all a bit of a glare. One minion in particular booped Janes nose and made her smile again. Turning around she returned to the topic. "Right! So what are we doing once we're in this.. pirate cave?"

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
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Mikhail ducked under a large tree, clinging to his hat as he went under.

“So this is some longtime beef. Sorry that bitch killed your crew. You’d think she’d drop it after that.” He pondered on the thought, it explains what he’s pretty rough around the edges. She was a survivor.

“that’s not all of them? well at least we know they’re coming now. Any other pursuers that might come our way? A jealous ex perhaps?” He smiled as he wacked another bug on his shoulder with his metal arm.

Izzy brought up a good point though, regarding guilt. Mikhail had nearly forgot about that in battle.

“I agree with Doc, pirate crews or bandits. We’re the family ya chose. I even sacrificed my most prized possession.” He’d let off a painful cry as restoring the guitar was truly hard work.

“Again, I owe you big time Doc. You’re like a drunken angel or something with those hands.” The booze was kicking in and Mikhail was beginning to feel much more relaxed. He’d wrap an arm around Yz.

“Lighten up hun, gonna need thicker skin than that. I won’t lie, I’ll get rowdy with you. But since you’re apart of the group I won’t let any outside of the group disrespect our mad jester, Kapeesh?” He’d squeeze her tight with his metal arm before letting go. Turning to the other clown crew members as they pondered about his profession.

“I’d imagine it’s similar to how you feel when you perform. It feels like liberation, sharing a piece of yourself with others. The range of emotions you can invoke through self expression is empowering. The ability to connect with strangers. If I had to sum it up, it’s magical.” He smirked to Jane, “You should give it a try sometime, I can teach you the guitar. You’d be the first clown on a guitar.”

He was surprised the clowns got that happy with his compliment. Mikhail didn’t believe he said anything that crazy. “It’s alright, we all can be eccentric in our own ways. I don’t mind a little crazy here and there. I’ve got some loose screws myself.”

When Raia transformed herself into her other form, a bit of unease nestled it. Partly because it seemed painful.

“And you Ms.Blue, are a force to be reckoned with.” He’d hide his concern with a smile as he boarded the serpent express. “Gotta learn to ease up the gas in a fight or else you’ll burn out. I didn’t get to talk to you much at the tavern. Where are you from?”