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| Topic Started: Jun 13 2014, 05:26 PM (251 Views) | |
| Jaaba | Jun 13 2014, 05:26 PM Post #1 |
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Jaaba was knee deep in the black mud of the swamp in a section of swamp he called The Gator Pit. It was so named because that was where a sizable population of aligators had taken up residence. He was talking to himself or maybe to one of the gators that were about as he worked in the mud "now da rule o'thumb fer a dead fall be t'set yer weight five times da weight of yer target." Pausing a moment to toss a rope over a branch of a near by tree and lash it to a log he began talking again as he grunted and groaned to lift up the log with the rope "you look t'be topping out at two fifty three hundret pounds so dis trap be perfect fer ya, ifen you dumb enough t'spring it." Two things were clear at this point Jaaba was definitely talking to some creature in the Gator Pit and the other was that the log was not three thousand pounds. He kept talking about how to build the trap and about the different facts he knew about the swamp as a whole. ![]() Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Galena | Jun 13 2014, 06:52 PM Post #2 |
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"Oh, bother." Mired in the thick black muck of the swamp, the councillor had realized that she was slowly beginning to sink. It got worse when she thrashed about of course, as was only natural. If her boot hadn't gotten stuck...but it had, hadn't it? And there was little point in berating herself for it. She'd done her best to be prepared, dressing in simpler clothes than her customary stola. Today it was a cream blouse and red ochre corset, dark erthy brown deerskin pants and high boots with the tops turned down. Her tumble of cornsilk curls were held and pinned back, with a small hat that was more ornament than for any practical use pinned at a jaunty angle on her head. The bow she was carrying wasn't much good here now, except as a staff, which she'd already been trying to use to keep the blighted beasts attention away from herself and her unfortunate situation. Her bag sat on the bank right beside the herbs she'd come here to gather, tantalizingly close. The staff she'd sung from a tree to use in testing the softness of the ground was gone, snatched from her hands by the prehistoric soup. And it was of course, in pulling this from her hands as she tried to ease it back from the mud that she'd lost her balance on the slick grass and slid right into it. Truth was, she hadn't even meant to come this far in. They'd said it was mostly water and the worst of it didn't really start appearing until you got deep in the swamp. The trees whispered that she was fine, and she'd believed them. Now she wasn't so sure that they weren't just a bunch of distrustful tricksters, laughing at her predicament. "The best thing is not to panic." She murmured quietly to herself as the gators stirred, one bright yellow eye sliding open to watch her, inner eyelids and all, bright as a marble. It was all well and good to tell oneself not to panic, but the tiny woman felt her fear fluttering like a caged bird in her breast as she nocked an arrow and held it loosely before her. "I warn thee, beast! Stay well back, lest mine hand be forced to act upon thine threatening presence! I beg of you go astray, I wouldst not loose a flight upon thee needlessly!" The gator didn't seem to care, and slithered a touch closer in the filth. A sigh passed her lips, as she'd never been much good at talking to animals, only plants. Dryads were meant to be good at both, and she was more of a joke. It was already quite the depressing scene, she thought, with the sobbing cries of birds and the eerie mist that rose to wind about her ankles, witchlights dancing over the murk, trees bent and singularly twisted, draped with dripping greenery. A perfect place for a woodwytch one might think. Except if the witch in question was meant to be a prim and proper noblewoman mired in a pit of sludge with the ever hungry maw of a reptile approaching. Another inch...another...and she drew back smoothly, breathing out slowly, and releasing with the expulsion of air, burying the quarrel in the gator's face. It thrashed, throwing up a screen of mud in her direction. Galena shrieked, shielding her face from the thing, and her footing went, plunging her in up to the hips. She couldn't even tell if it was still alive and now more determined to eat her or not. She was technically a vegetable. Were gators omnivorous? Was this one a rare vegan? She really hoped not, even if she did currently have flesh and sap. "Crapwagons!" ((Quite alright, choices are down to you and at your discretion. I don't know much about gators and crocs bar that they can run in a stilt-like fashion up to 25km, and one of them likes to roll and suffocate prey to death, so my ignorance may be useful? And Galena's...ahhahah d: )) Edited by Galena, Jun 13 2014, 06:54 PM.
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| Jaaba | Jun 13 2014, 09:49 PM Post #3 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Jaaba had just set the trigger on his trap and was about to say something to the alligator he was trying to trap when he heard such a commotion crashing through the swamp. A woman shrieking and a gator thrashing about from the sound of things it sounded like the gator was in a death roll. But when he looked he saw that the lady and the gator were in a bit of a stalemate. Helping a lady was always in good taste so Jaaba waded through the Gator Pit in her direction. Nearing the alligator Jaaba wrapped one large ropy arm around its massive jaws and forced them shut, with his other hand he drew a hunting knife and slipped it into the creatures throat and into its upper pallet and brain. The creature thrashed about its tail whipping as it struggled to escape Jaaba's grasp. "I told'ja dat you'd best jus eat da critters aint you got enoth pigs n white tail t' eat? Now look at' cha jus had t' try and eat some one." Jaaba talked to the alligator as its struggles began to ease and finally stop. The tone in Jaaba's voice was a combination of emotions part of it was a jest but another part was chastisement he didn't like it when he had to choose like that. As soon as the alligator was taken care of Jaaba sheathed his knife and turned toward the Lady whom he just saved from a meal. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he climbed onto the bank on more solid ground saying "Aint chu a pretty little ting but dis aint no place fer a mud bath Lady" Crossing his forearms so that he could grab each one of her hands with one of his he continued "C'mon let's get'cha out of here." As soon as Galena would grab his hands he would help her out. Jaaba had almost knee high denim trousers that were tattered and frayed at the cuffs and held up by a belt a old plaid red vest and a wide brimmed straw hat that was banded with a piece of leather and crocodile teeth. Edited by Jaaba, Jun 13 2014, 09:52 PM.
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| Galena | Jun 21 2014, 07:16 AM Post #4 |
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The Dryad's mouth popped open as the man seemed to just melt in from the surrounding scenery. How had he done that? How had she not seen? Gods but she was out of touch with herself. When the locals got better at moving through an environment that you did, you should start worrying, she thought. Not that the swamp was her local environment, though. But you'd have thought having a good sense of the earth around you would count for something. Apparently not in her case. Floundering to keep upright, she watched with trepidation as he wrapped his thick muscular arms around the snapping maw of the gator and held it there, somehow managing to procure a knife from his belt and jamming it into the beast's throat. Galena was only half listening to his dialogue with the creature, not really believing that it was some sort of communication with it. It hadn't listened to her in the slightest, why would it listen to him? There must have been great strength there to hold the thing's mouth shut, and she mentally applauded him, sagging with relief and taking the moment to appraise her rescuer. A rueful smile twisted her lips at his own observation, and somewhat flustered she decided it'd be better to hold her tongue until she was out of the mud, just in case he changed his mind about it. A simple type, but he looked to know what he was about, and she didn't question the proffered hands, taking them in a firm grip and allowing him to haul her grateful backside out of the muck and onto the safety of the bank once more. "Thank you! Oh thank you!" She picked herself up, leaving her bow to fall to the ground, and buckling the top of her quiver shut again where it was belted to her waist. The last thing she needed was to lose all her arrows out of her own negligence as well. Having Sympathy tucked into her shirt was all very well and good but she didn't think it would be half as effective as the method he'd just portrayed with the gator. She knew that she hadn't the physical strength to hold it's mouth let alone grip it until the final thrashing and jerking of its limbs ceased. It was still twitching out there as the nerves continued to respond, discomfort rippling across the surface of the mantle of calm she now enshrouded herself in once more. "I was starting to think I'd never get out of there. I must have slipped off the bank when I was gathering the strangleweed and before I knew it, I was stuck." She laughed a little, tucking a stray coil of hair back behind her ear. "My name is Galena, and I think I owe you one, sir..?" |
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| Jaaba | Jun 21 2014, 04:32 PM Post #5 |
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Jaaba smiled at the lady as she clambered out of the much "Lady you are welcome. I be Jaaba, da biggest, meanest critter in all da swamp." The way Jaaba acted especially when he pulled his hat off and gave a dancers bow would lead one to believe that he probably was not as mean as he boasted. Mud covered his feet up to his knees and his hands were rough and callused for all the time he had spent working with him. If one had the sight one would perceive an aura of wildness to it or one similar to the nature of the swamps biosphere he was uncouth, he smelt like dirty water, he was missing a few teeth. Taking a moment to retrieve the alligator and bring it to the shore Jaaba took a moment to get the sense of the lady he just rescued. She was...different but in a good way but had the hands and manner of a noble. She seemed to be a fish out of water or in her case mud. As soon as the gator was wrestled to the bank Jaaba said "Ya don't owe me any ting, I just be glad dat I was near by t' pull you out of da mud." He grinned at the lady and helped her gather her things. Jaaba listened to Galena as she told him how she got into her predicament and why she was there in the first place. Flipping the alligator on its back Jaaba made an offer "Ifen ya want an ifen ya don't mind traipsing all round da swamp as I run my trap line I can take ya t' all da different plants an mushrooms and all dat noise." He smiled and nodded his head in the direction of his boat which was banked in the Gator Pit proper. The offer how ever was genuine. |
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| Galena | Jul 8 2014, 01:40 PM Post #6 |
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The Dryad smiled, canting her head slightly and nodding as she memorized his name. Often her kind were fickle enough when it came to men, but she'd no intention of seducing him or attempting to send him to a bitter fate like some. And she tended to remember the good deeds, filing them away for later. "It is my pleasure most assuredly, Ser Jaaba." The bow he sketched was jaunty enough and undermined his own words, showing some measure of courtly politeness that seemed strikingly out of place in such a scenario, but amusing and welcome nonetheless. She could overlook the fact that he stank like swamp water and sweat. She wasn't much better, having just taken a leisurely flop in the muck herself. Without his help she'd probably be up to her neck already. Considering where she made her living, spending most of her time attending to the sick, she'd smelled worse. Putrefying flesh and vomit, liquid gurgling as it trapped in the lungs... It was for that reason of course that she'd stepped outside and come here looking for a small selection of the more powerful herbs and plants to restock the now scant supplies she kept in her own personal office. Galena waited while Jaaba retrieved his prize, wondering what exactly he intended to do with the corpse. Did they eat alligator here? Admittedly she'd not seen any locals but for the strange gator-wrestling man, which made his presence all the more curious. In such a place, where the very sodden earth resonated the flat and unfriendly attitude, she was still surprised that he'd helped her out and not just watched and laughed. It seemed the sort of place to breed the type. "Oh I am most grateful, Ser. I wouldst still be wallowing like a stuck swine hadst thou not pulled me from my bath." She smiled a touch mischievously, her cheeks colouring with embarrassment, and laughed under her breath. The offer he extended was a generous one, and she would be only too glad to accompany him. Perhaps she'd learn a little more of the local environment in doing so as well, which was always useful. After all, she'd not be a politician forever. Eventually she suspected she'd up and wander as her family were like to do. "That wouldst be far more than I could but ask of thee, Ser. I will be most gladdened to be thine companion on this..trap run? Doth thou trap those great beasts?" Her eyes wandered to settle on the dead gator, brows raising. Seemed like a dangerous profession indeed. "Might I inquire as to what thine use of them entails?" She stooped then, scooping up her bow, and slinging it across her back, snatching up her bag as a second and slinging it over her shoulder. "I will of course aid thee where I can. I am, how do you say, skilled in the arts of medicine shouldst thou needeth it." |
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| Jaaba | Jul 10 2014, 03:31 PM Post #7 |
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Jaaba grinned a grin that showed that he had a few teeth missing at the “Sir” comment. “Y’know dat be da first time dat someone called me sir an wern’t tryen t’ kick me out of der place.” He gave a chuckle “I like dat, Sir Jaaba make me feel like one of dem knights in dem tin cans.” He laughed again “Pleas lady, just call me Jaaba we aint in any kind of high falutin kind of place dat need sir’s an ladies before our names.” He adjusted the alligator to where he could work it and drew a slightly curved knife and cut rings around its wrists and ankles. Looking up from his work he just shook his head ”Lady um Ms Galena you are more den welcome. By da way I like da way you talk.” he gave her another toothy smile and was about to make another cut than paused a moment. ”Ifen yer stomach gives ya da billies from looking at innards ya might wana turn around.” If she gave him a nod to continue or turned her head to not look Jaaba would go back to work cutting a slice from ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist followed by a cut from the neck all the way to the tip of the tail the cut splitting open like a zipper being opened on a tight fitting dress. He paid attention to Galena as he worked the alligator’s skin off its flesh as she thanked him and asked about his profession. He was honest and as matter of fact in his response “I trap and hunt da critters in da swamps; snakes, gators, crocs, an all sorts of varmints. I also fish, I take der skins an meat an sell em at da markets on da edge of da swamp.[//b] He cut off the skinned alligators tail and wrapped it with a piece of cloth he retrieved from his pocket before removing the skin completely with very little in the way of meat or fat on the skin. Thinking about the offer of her helping him Jaaba paused as he folded the skin into a neat bundle. ”Well I am not sure how I would be able t’ have ya help me...I aint ever had a helper befor. But since I’m just settin traps right today, I tink you can help by settin triggers.” he offered. It was true he had gotten so used to running a trap line on his own that the concept of help seemed strange ” I’s just gona take ya around da swamp and be greatful fer yer company.” |
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| Galena | Aug 9 2014, 01:54 PM Post #8 |
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Galena found a reluctant and slightly nervous smile inching its way onto her lips as the odd man spoke. "Whence I come from, it is polite to name one so. A formality, if thou should will it." She wondered if he got kicked out of places very often. Probably not, if he didn't get called 'sir' that much. But then, he didn't look the type to frequent a place that would call one 'sir'. He struck her as more of the 'OI, YOU' type. perhaps that was a little coarse, and she felt a prickle of shame at the thought. One should not judge before knowing, though he cut quite the distinctive figure, appearance was often deceiving. "Then please, Jaaba, do not call me lady, but simply Galena. One deed for another, no?" Her smile blossomed fully at his compliment, and she fiddled with the buckle of the strap on her bag. "I thank thee. It is old Angkarian, where I hail from. Art thou local to the swamp?" Her eyes settled on his hands, watching the deft skill he employed while dismembering the creature, and shook her head imperceptibly at the warning. While they weren't animal innards, she was hardly weak willed, or faint of heart when it came down to it, despite her fragile appearance. Her hands were as calloused as any sailor's, a surprising contrast to the noblewoman's lifestyle she now employed. Such as it was, while she had always been a doctor, she had not always lived in luxury, and was more than capable of using the bow she'd bought with her. "Entrails do not bother me. I supposeth that I am quite lucky in that." She quirked an eyebrow, pursed her lips and drummed her fingers against her elbow. "I am a physician, one who tendeth the sick and the wounded. This is commonplace to myself. Please, do not be holding back on mine account." A frown dimpled her forehead, unsure if his answer was a rebuff of her offer to help, or merely a method of working out what she might do to assist. "I have trapped animals before...but nothing yet greater than a hare. Which is nothing when compared to thine most recent kill." She gestured one limp hand at the skinned beast, returning her murky eyes to his, and holding his gaze levelly. "If you wouldst rather that I stay back and keep from underfoot, I shall do so. I only wonder how I might repay your kindness." Galena didn't want to think of herself as an unnecessary burden, not when he'd offered to cart her around on his run and make it so much easier for her to navigate to the few plants that she yet needed to gather. After all, he'd pulled her from the muck and offered her this opportunity, all she'd done was furnish him with empty flowery speech and impish fey smiles. |
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