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− | Following the alohas and nearing them, Kamaka offered a polite nod and a tired smile to the pair. His eyes flicked over the woman, then to Bjorn. "Aloha... You two look worse for tear. That's why I suggested the camps." His gaze moved over to the massive boar, and it took several seconds for him to decide what he was looking at, his fingers curling on the shoulder strap of the rifle when the boars let out a long sputtering snore. The man blinked his eyes hard to clear them as he elected to stare at the boar, circling it slowly to really take in the scale of the animal. Putting away the map and compass, he took his flashlight from his belt, clicking the led light and shining it on the boar. "I'm grateful for the call. Is one of carrying a tranq rifle that launches milk jugs of | + | Following the alohas and nearing them, Kamaka offered a polite nod and a tired smile to the pair. His eyes flicked over the woman, then to Bjorn. "Aloha... You two look worse for tear. That's why I suggested the camps." His gaze moved over to the massive boar, and it took several seconds for him to decide what he was looking at, his fingers curling on the shoulder strap of the rifle when the boars let out a long sputtering snore. The man blinked his eyes hard to clear them as he elected to stare at the boar, circling it slowly to really take in the scale of the animal. Putting away the map and compass, he took his flashlight from his belt, clicking the led light and shining it on the boar. "I'm grateful for the call. Is one of carrying a tranq rifle that launches milk jugs of tranquilizer?" |
− | Grace stepped back a little, though the look she gave Kamaka, a solid once over from head to toe, managed to get the blush in her cheeks to raise up just a few degrees. Forcing her attention to Bjorn, she walked over toward him and snaked her arm around his waist to tuck herself easily in against his side, fingers gripping firmly along his side under his shirt. "I'm glad you were able to find us, Sheriff. We went out what I can agree is a little earlier than we should have, but it seemed so important to start the search. When we came across him, it was... eventful. He was very aggressive and eager to mate. While there might have been some call to put him down, the best idea seemed to be subduing him. Especially after I noticed all the | + | Grace stepped back a little, though the look she gave Kamaka, a solid once over from head to toe, managed to get the blush in her cheeks to raise up just a few degrees. Forcing her attention to Bjorn, she walked over toward him and snaked her arm around his waist to tuck herself easily in against his side, fingers gripping firmly along his side under his shirt. "I'm glad you were able to find us, Sheriff. We went out what I can agree is a little earlier than we should have, but it seemed so important to start the search. When we came across him, it was... eventful. He was very aggressive and eager to mate. While there might have been some call to put him down, the best idea seemed to be subduing him. Especially after I noticed all the scarification on his hide." Grace motioned with her free hand to the creatures flesh, covered with scars and symbols. "I don't believe this is a normal wild board, Sheriff Kamaka. Not just because of its size, but it seemed... off. I can't claim to be a specialist in any sense, but what I felt and saw didn't scream anything natural to me, but something almost... cursed." Grace's austere, European accent was crisp, so even when she paused and seemed a little hesitant to mention the term 'cursed', it came out clear and completely understandable. Her so-dark eyes watched the lawman as he looked over the sleeping creature, curiosity making them gleam slightly. |
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− | Bjorn had been watching the boar at least partially the entire time. As they start to discuss the fact the boar might be the young man he finally interjects, " | + | Bjorn had been watching the boar at least partially the entire time. As they start to discuss the fact the boar might be the young man he finally interjects, "The same smell of the boar is back at the girls' dorm room. So... chances are high that it's, him. I don't have a clue what could've done it to him though if that's the case." Of course he didn't see anything in the room that was a glowing, 'cursing stuff' but he's not up on magic either. An arm slips around Grace in turn, and rubs the small of her back as they converse. |
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− | I have no reason to believe you cursed this boar | + | "I have no reason to believe you cursed this boar" |
− | "Oh I definitely did not have anything to do with the cursing of this child, if that's what this particular boar started out as." Grace nodded her head. "I can assure you that I have never actually met any of the students involved, either. As for the energy, it was taken from him. Not poisoned." She glanced up at Bjorn, her brows raised ever so slightly. "Did you smell anything like this on either of the girls at the hospital? Or can you smell the wrongness on me now, Bjorn?" Just looking up at the big man, and being pressed against his side, had Grace's pulse quicken just enough that it beat for a moment in her neck. Her body shifted and she pressed in against him enough that her breast was nearly flattened against his | + | "Oh I definitely did not have anything to do with the cursing of this child, if that's what this particular boar started out as." Grace nodded her head. "I can assure you that I have never actually met any of the students involved, either. As for the energy, it was taken from him. Not poisoned." She glanced up at Bjorn, her brows raised ever so slightly. "Did you smell anything like this on either of the girls at the hospital? Or can you smell the wrongness on me now, Bjorn?" Just looking up at the big man, and being pressed against his side, had Grace's pulse quicken just enough that it beat for a moment in her neck. Her body shifted and she pressed in against him enough that her breast was nearly flattened against his rib cage. |
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− | Grace cleared her throat softly, lifting her chin a little as she seemed to be slightly wounded. "Without giving you too much detail, Sheriff Kamaka, the mud on him, under his clothing, was there before the situation with the Boar was even subsided, at least much of it. The thrill of victory has also long been considered an | + | Grace cleared her throat softly, lifting her chin a little as she seemed to be slightly wounded. "Without giving you too much detail, Sheriff Kamaka, the mud on him, under his clothing, was there before the situation with the Boar was even subsided, at least much of it. The thrill of victory has also long been considered an aphrodisiac, as has the thrill of surviving through something you might have fallen to, such as the advances of our sleeping friend and his desire to claim a new mate." She blinked, then shut her mouth with a clacking of teeth, her cheeks beginning to glow bright pink. "My apologies, perhaps now is not the best time for me to visit the hospital, even if there wouldn't be a chance of me absorbing anything, it would be best not to go somewhere when I'm not feeling entirely myself." Grace swallowed and snuggled into Bjorn a little. "Perhaps a rest would be in order first." |
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− | "Thank you, Sheriff. I should have been aware before hand, but I am decidedly a bit outside of my usual self. If you need to contact me, I live at the Lions and Lams Defense Academy, upstairs, and you can reach me at that number, it forwards to my private line after hours." Grace bowed slightly to Kamaka in return, accepting his words and watching the cards as he handed them to Bjorn. "I'm sure we will be in contact soon, and if anything more worrisome arises than my current predicament, I'll be quite quick to let you know, just in case it's indicative of something that will need further intervention." Grace stayed close to Bjorn as she released her bow, the blush on her cheeks fading back down to the strong peachy glow it had been when Kamaka arrived. No matter how much she might have been | + | "Thank you, Sheriff. I should have been aware before hand, but I am decidedly a bit outside of my usual self. If you need to contact me, I live at the Lions and Lams Defense Academy, upstairs, and you can reach me at that number, it forwards to my private line after hours." Grace bowed slightly to Kamaka in return, accepting his words and watching the cards as he handed them to Bjorn. "I'm sure we will be in contact soon, and if anything more worrisome arises than my current predicament, I'll be quite quick to let you know, just in case it's indicative of something that will need further intervention." Grace stayed close to Bjorn as she released her bow, the blush on her cheeks fading back down to the strong peachy glow it had been when Kamaka arrived. No matter how much she might have been embarrassed, it certainly hadn't caused any of her excess energy to burn away with the emotion. It was still there, almost glowing from her. |
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− | Kamaka looked to the rope indicated by Grace and nodded, "I'll call a veterinarian, farmer, or zoo keeper, to establish the think it would take for a boar to digest. If there was only hand eaten, it would have been digested completely. For a whole body, if this creature isn't Roger Best... There would be hair and teeth. It's a long shot to find spore from six days ago with all the rain, but it's still worth try. The Warden's attempted to scry the location, but it never zeroed in." He listened to Bjorn nodded. "Thank you, that's definitely a short." He pointed to the radio on his shoulder, "I'm going to call back into dispatch to try and fix this." He bowed his head deeply to the two of them, taking several steps back to keep | + | Kamaka looked to the rope indicated by Grace and nodded, "I'll call a veterinarian, farmer, or zoo keeper, to establish the think it would take for a boar to digest. If there was only hand eaten, it would have been digested completely. For a whole body, if this creature isn't Roger Best... There would be hair and teeth. It's a long shot to find spore from six days ago with all the rain, but it's still worth try. The Warden's attempted to scry the location, but it never zeroed in." He listened to Bjorn nodded. "Thank you, that's definitely a short." He pointed to the radio on his shoulder, "I'm going to call back into dispatch to try and fix this." He bowed his head deeply to the two of them, taking several steps back to keep eye line on the pig as he keyed in his radio. |
Latest revision as of 09:24, 6 April 2019
This Little Piggy Went to the Sheriff | |
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This little piggy did not stay home. | |
Dramatis Personae
Bjorn and Grace. Lo'ihi as GM. NPCs: Sheriff Kamaka |
7 August, 2010 The Sheriff comes to meet up with Grace and Bjorn after their run in with the mighty boar. |
Location
Windward Coast, Olomana Mountain Range |
Plot(s) |
Hours after radioing and after thoroughly communing with nature, the sun slowly crawled its way into the sky. The mountains to their east left the area thoroughly shaded, but the morning winds curled around the mountain slowly pushing out the dense fog, only to start off the day as something hot and humid. The thoroughly exhausted boar slept through the night, snorting quite loudly in an apparently dreamless sleep. It may have been an hour after dawn that one Sheriff Kamaka in a fresh uniform and pack called through the woods with a resounding 'Aloha'. From a distance, the man had a hunting rifle over his shoulder, and was looking nearly as exhausted as he had the night before as he made his way by map and compass.
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