Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[letsplayamod]

[-and the, as quickly as it started, the other end of the rope is released and send Ranma flying backwards onto his back with the entire length of his line.

The bad news is he has not caught one of those wily sirens. The good news is there is something attached to the end of the wet rope.]

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[catsgothistongue]

[What the hell? They shouldn't be this strong, should they? The rope wasn't moving frantically or erratically, it can't be thrashing, so why can't he, as Poseidon may put it on opposite day, get it out of the water?!?!

His feet scrape and push against the ground, incher closer and closer to the pool. He tilts his back all the way to keep from falling into the gender fluid. Teetering on the edge, he fights and does his damnedest--!!!

Ranma's mind becomes fixed on the intoxicating song the minute it wormed pass his auricle. A beautiful melody unlike any he's heard before, so soothing and evocative of his home and how homesick he truly was. Of those he miss deeply in his heart, in spite of his tongue twisting itself into never spitting out. Of--!!!]

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[catsgothistongue]

[The shock of his back hitting the dry floor snaps him out of wondering through memory lane. Supine in a stupor for what felt like minutes cheeks iridescent red hot, Ranma finally sits up on his haunch and dope slaps his forehead.

Music bad, you were warned to watch out for music and still fell for it hook line sinker you stinker!

Annnnnnd the siren got away. Aww dagnabbit. Ranma drags his hand down his face peevishly, already wounding back in his rope.

Bring ear plugs, next time. He grouses to himself. Definitely gonna need...]

Huh?

[Well. Least he got something to show for his efforts. What's his prize?]

[letsplayamod]

[His prize is tangled in seaweed, adding to it's already significant weight. It might take a second of tearing away at it like a Christmas present but once it's cleared away, unexpected.


...


There's also, for some reason, a decently large fish skewered on the points with some kind of oddly-shaped blue mark on it. Is...is that a lipstick print...?]

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[catsgothistongue]

[...]

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[catsgothistongue]

[C. Cautiously picks up the trident and eyes the fish at the end. The lipstick print was the first thing he noticed...

... Please don't tell him taking this gets him betrothed to a siren. He was just starting to think he wouldn't deal with rom-com shenanigans in a murdergame]

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[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma plucks the fish free and inspects it over. Looks safe enough to eat, question mark?]

Uh? [Taking a minute to stop being so flabbergasted, he turns back to the murky waters.] Thanks a bunch?

[He thinks??

Beat, before looking at the trident.]

... D'ya want this back, or can I keep this too?

[letsplayamod]

[The fish? Extremely fresh. The quality of it? Very safe to eat! The lipstick mark? Blue coral #3.

There is no response from the water. As the Winions would say, finders keepers!]

[catsgothistongue]

[Actually, it's Coral Blue No.--

No response. Ranma sits there silently, before looking over his shoulder. For any unwanted audience watching this blossoming love story (looking at you Winions, he's lost trust in those three to keep out of his business), or for any angry yelling of scorned suitors bursting in the walls to trounce him and/or the siren. None of those to be seen...

Eventually, he'll pick himself up, give the waters a grateful thumbs up, and carry on with his day twirling his new trident and whistling a merry tune. Finder keeper's a sacred rule one can't break!]