03-09-2020, 12:09 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Hello, sir Cekirse! This is Bokarsi with another report! I have been residing within a settlement named 'the Typhoon.' Have you heard of them? I certainly could not find any sort of information in our manual, but they all seem like fine mortals! I am sure I have mentioned this before, but one of them even held a little knife-throwing demonstration and-
They finish sending off their mental report with a triumphant slam of their journal. It has been a few weeks since they have left the camp and despite not yet receiving reply from their counselor, Bokarsi has found that they have been enjoying themselves. Days have passed and still Bokarsi did not tire of seeing the sea or playing in the sand. It was all so different from their home, they still could not believe it.
They take a look to their surroundings with wide magenta eyes. They blink and tilt their head. Where am I? They did not recognize the area; the smell is different too. Are they lost? They do feel a sense of disappointment at the idea of not seeing the sea again, though they dismiss it with a huff. If the time has come for them to move on then so be it.
With a pep to their step, Bokarsi moves on.
After a few days of traveling, they find themselves in a strange biome. It is wet, just like the beach is, though...muddier? Bokarsi dips a paw inside the murky water in curiosity, watching in amazement as it returns covered in what they assume to be mud. They turn on their telekinesis to move their staff, poking the depths as they move along while keeping their satchel away from the water. The water reaches their chest and they bob along the water as they traverse deeper into the area.
They reach a spot where the water is not as deep. Bokarsi lets out a soft sigh and shakes themselves to get rid of the water. They take another look around, taking in the sights. They spot a toad and scurry over to it, pouting as it hops into the water. Bokarsi keeps moving further, noting that the marsh slowly begins to show signs of turning into a forest.
They begin humming, thumping their staff onto the ground to the tune of an imaginary beat. "No more beach for me~ now it's time to jump in mud and play 'round instead! Mud balls, and turtles, and frogs, and flies too! La la la, hmhm hmmm..." Bokarsi continues with their little song as they head deeper into the territory.
They finish sending off their mental report with a triumphant slam of their journal. It has been a few weeks since they have left the camp and despite not yet receiving reply from their counselor, Bokarsi has found that they have been enjoying themselves. Days have passed and still Bokarsi did not tire of seeing the sea or playing in the sand. It was all so different from their home, they still could not believe it.
They take a look to their surroundings with wide magenta eyes. They blink and tilt their head. Where am I? They did not recognize the area; the smell is different too. Are they lost? They do feel a sense of disappointment at the idea of not seeing the sea again, though they dismiss it with a huff. If the time has come for them to move on then so be it.
With a pep to their step, Bokarsi moves on.
After a few days of traveling, they find themselves in a strange biome. It is wet, just like the beach is, though...muddier? Bokarsi dips a paw inside the murky water in curiosity, watching in amazement as it returns covered in what they assume to be mud. They turn on their telekinesis to move their staff, poking the depths as they move along while keeping their satchel away from the water. The water reaches their chest and they bob along the water as they traverse deeper into the area.
They reach a spot where the water is not as deep. Bokarsi lets out a soft sigh and shakes themselves to get rid of the water. They take another look around, taking in the sights. They spot a toad and scurry over to it, pouting as it hops into the water. Bokarsi keeps moving further, noting that the marsh slowly begins to show signs of turning into a forest.
They begin humming, thumping their staff onto the ground to the tune of an imaginary beat. "No more beach for me~ now it's time to jump in mud and play 'round instead! Mud balls, and turtles, and frogs, and flies too! La la la, hmhm hmmm..." Bokarsi continues with their little song as they head deeper into the territory.