Misrecalled TDM 5

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Auradon

Take It or Leaf It

Autumn had begun to set in in Auradon. Normally, for the residents of Auradon Prep it would be a time for bonfire parties, drinking mulled cider, certain dances, festivals, and other seasonal events; as well as chatting about the latest fashion trends in jackets and scarves. But with the current situation and the lack of groundskeepers, Autumn meant that it was time for something else: raking leaves. There were quite a few trees on the grounds and most of them had been turning a variety of bright, fiery colors over the past two weeks. And as was usual for the season, those leaves were rapidly beginning to cover the ground. Which for better or worse meant that it was time for the Misrecalled to grab some rakes and get to work. At least there'd be one - or more - awesome leaf piles for anyone inclined to jump into one at the end of it.

Going Nuts

It wasn't all bad news though. Because while none of the trees on the grounds bore any seasonal fruit, a few of them did bear nuts.  And with the coming of cooler weather, those nuts were ripe for the harvesting, many of them beginning to drop off the trees. So those not up to raking could grab a basket and go out to do their best impression of a squirrel, gathering nuts to store away for later. The results would both be tasty and a welcome addition to the school's food supply.

Isle

Holding On the Line

Most of the Isle's food supply these days came from the sea. Which, for many of its residents, meant that their days were often spent staring at a line in the water, waiting and hoping for a nibble. This was dull enough at the best of times assuming one wasn't an avid fisherman, but even more so when the fish were being uncooperative. And the latter was definitely the case today, with most of those fishing having not had a bite in hours. Did that prompt complaints? The desire to give up and go take a nap? Pointed critiques of each other's fishing technique? Or were you one of the lucky buggers who actually caught something and you're in the mood to gloat about it to the others to annoy them?

Heck for Leather

If there was one staple of Isle fashion aside form its general raggedness, it was the inclusion of leather. And why not? After all, leather was sturdy, hard wearing, and a must for pirates and punks alike. It made one look cool and tough and totally not like they had escaped from the set of a made for TV movie aimed at teens and tweens. But with access only to what was left in the lockers, it was in somewhat limited supply. There was, however, a solution to this; making their own. The recent killing of party-crashing alligator had provided not only meat but a tough, scaly hide ripe for leather making. With a bit of help from Yen Sid's chemistry supplies and some good old fashioned elbow grease of course. 

Or if leather wasn't one's style, there was also the bones and teeth. After all, nothing said 'heck yeah, I'm a villain' quite like a few skeletal accessories. And they would also make for some very handy tools if one knew how to shape them. So many possibilities, so few alligator bits...

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Re: Holding on the Line- CW: blood

[rexien]

Roxas watched the minor commotion warily. On the one hand, the man was a tall intimidating figure, with the vicious energy to match. On the other hand, Roxas was curious about the long slippery rope of a fish hanging off of his spear. He seemed very sure of his words, and he'd said the water would be more attractive to fish after it cleared. That wouldn't be for another little bit though...

You know what, he was going to go stir crazy if he sat with sand in his pants much longer. Throw caution to the wind, he might as well get some answers if he could.

He left his fishing rod in its spot burrowed into the sand and traipsed over toward the lance man. "Excuse me. You seem to know a thing or two about the fish situation. What is that thing?" He held back the question, but on closer inspection he had half a mind to ask if it was a heartless. It certainly looked strange enough. A lot of people didn't know heartless by name though, so he didn't bother. He'd never seen a heartless drip quite so much blood upon their death on second thought. They usually just disintegrated. He wished he could summon his keyblades, it was uncomfortable being so defenceless if there were creatures like that thing lurking around. He shuddered and refocused on the lance man, hoping to maybe finally get some satisfying answers.

[mist_the_point]

Foulques looked up as the boy addressed him. "Aye, I've come to know far more about fishing than I ever cared to since I arrived here," he said with a bit of a wry smile. "As will you, like as not. But I can't deny that it's served us well." He carefully removed it from the end of his spear, and laid it out on the sand so Roxas could get a better look at it. It was easily as long as Roxas was tall, its skin mottled black, and it had a mouth full of wicked-looking pointed teeth.

"This is an eel, and one of the largest I've seen. They're not a common sight in the waters here, so tis no wonder that the fish that are were wary of such an intruder. With luck, they should come out of hiding now that he's met his end."

[rexien]

Roxas eyed the eel warily. "I'd be nervous of someone with that many teeth too... How'd you know it was there?" Roxas dragged his eyes away from the creature to study Lance Man's face.

[mist_the_point]

"A great deal of time spent staring at the water, and some experience with hunting," he said. "I saw a large shadow moving in the water, and knew from the way it moved that it was neither a shark nor one of the local scalekin. That left few possibilities."

"Frankly I'm rather pleased it did turn out to be an eel. Tis a pity we don't have the means to make it into pies, but grilled eel can be quite good on its own as well."

[rexien]

Roxas couldn't help but make a face at the prospect of eel pies. In general the fish looked far too slimy to be what he would consider appetizing. He almost wished it was a heartless, even if he didn't have his keyblades. Speaking of, he might as well ask this man while he was here anyway... "Do you know why magic doesn't work here? Or, anything else really?"

[mist_the_point]

He gave a bit of an amused smirk at Roxas' expression. "Not to your liking, I take it?", he said. "Unfortunately, while you need not eat eel if you don't wish too, fish is the main source of food here at present, and the only stable one."

"As for the lack of magic, you have the barrier to thank for that." He indicated the shimmering translucent wall that separated the shore and the Isle as a whole from the open ocean. "This place was meant as a prison, and as many of those who were to be its prisoners were powerful mages, depriving them of their power was an admittedly prudent measure by those who created it. Even if it does us no favors here and now."

[rexien]

"Oh great..." How had be ended up in a prison to begin with? Now he was stuck here, just like he'd been stuck with Organization XIII, just like he'd been stuck in that fake Twilight Town. A great job he'd done finding his freedom and his answers. "There has to be SOME way to get out of here though, right? They couldn't have made a room with no doors."