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smashrising2016-04-24 11:30 am
trustycrowbar) wrote in smashrising2016-04-24 11:30 am
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Excitory Synapses (Open)
It was an odd blend of skills that Gordon had collected since he left home. He never thought, for example, that he'd learn to fish, nor would he ever guess that it would actually be useful later. For a couple of days during the week, he'd take off into the woods in the early morning, and by midday three or four cheep-cheeps would be left in the kitchen, stuffed in a fishing basket.
Anyone who follows him out in the morning might be surprised as to his methods, however.
One of the streams leading to the rim of the island, almost large enough to be a river, flows through the woods. His shirt and shoes are resting on the rocks nearby. He's standing in the slow moving water, spear in hand--
Wait. A spear?
Yes. A spear that is the kind of thing that only could make. Metal, cords, warning labels, duct tape, and exotic conductive metals are involved, with a spring-loaded handle that he cocks like a shotgun. The metallic ringing sound it makes rises in pitch to a high whine of electric charge. He finally throws, and it discharges with a flash of light and yields a fat, wriggling fish. You see, he's gotten better since Ziio taught him, but manipulating the magnetic field to make the fish curious... it helps.
Anyone who follows him out in the morning might be surprised as to his methods, however.
One of the streams leading to the rim of the island, almost large enough to be a river, flows through the woods. His shirt and shoes are resting on the rocks nearby. He's standing in the slow moving water, spear in hand--
Wait. A spear?
Yes. A spear that is the kind of thing that only could make. Metal, cords, warning labels, duct tape, and exotic conductive metals are involved, with a spring-loaded handle that he cocks like a shotgun. The metallic ringing sound it makes rises in pitch to a high whine of electric charge. He finally throws, and it discharges with a flash of light and yields a fat, wriggling fish. You see, he's gotten better since Ziio taught him, but manipulating the magnetic field to make the fish curious... it helps.
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Gordon, suddenly finding himself without a girl in his arms, blinks through the film of ink on his glasses that coincidentally covers most of the rest of him as well.
Mercifully the spear sinks in water, which means it hadn't been washed downstream by the time he regains his composure and fishes it out of the river.
"Shantae!?" He... Thinks he saw a mermaid tail? Maybe? Is the river upstream even deep enough to accommodate a mermaid? All good questions, and the only safe way to find out is to dive in after her.
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And she didn't take kindly to the indignity this blooper decided to inflict on her. It swam and swam as hard as it could, but the vengeful mermaid was after it. And it didn't take long for the magic bubble attack to be flung at it, KOing the poor squid and allowing Shantae to snatch it, upper body emerging from the water, grinning with sharp teeth as she held aloft her prize.
"Got it!" she declared. "...Gordon? Where'd you go?"