Meep Manhunt!

[highseasmods]

Who: Anyone who expressed interest in going after Meep and received a letter from Scurvey Dog.
Where: Anygrav Moon
When: August 9th-22nd
What: The mission begins! Dog asked for help rescuing Meep and it's you lot who've responded. Try to bring him back in one piece, eh?
Warnings: Possible violence...?
Style: Any!
Status: Closed to those involved!

The island is covered by a familiar mist that rolls across the ground. Fortunately for you, it's not going to bring nightmares to life this time, but it definitely lends to the general feeling of unease that fills the place. That isn't helped by the fact that though the population here was never very large, it certainly must be even smaller now.

It's the dead, lifeless husks along the beach that make that much obvious.

There's no sign of battle, and all the bodies appear unmarked. It's as though they suddenly dropped right where they were standing, as if something completely and abruptly drained them of energy.

Watch your step as you make your way inland. Wouldn't it be a shame if the same thing happened to you?

Comments

[anelegantmyth]

[MEANWHILE, IN SOME TENT AT BASE CAMP.

She was just there, eyes closed. Kind of trying to take a nap. Mostly worrying about her boys. Honestly, she should have just gone with them. But Arceus forbid, she knew she was better off here.]

[fastandfuryous]

[At least one of them knows how they got where they were, so even if Hiccup is less than coherent when it comes to steering, Toothless can still bound and leap and then glide once they do manage to get out of the temple thingy.

Gliding over the beach of bodies.

Gliding back to base camp.]

[occupational_hazard]

[HE'S DOING WHAT HE CAN, OKAY. But he's not bothered by all the jostling Toothless does.

One of the main things Cynthia may hear is his voice carrying over the expanse of bodies. Is that running commentary? Who knows.]

[anelegantmyth]

[Actually...was it? Cynthia opens one eye to check is she was hearing things or if that was actually her not so little boy Hiccup. She opens her other eye when she hears the familiar dragon sounds and whatever the hell Hiccup was saying about the bodies.

Then she dashes out of her tent to greet her boys and check if they needed anything and patching up. Though, she's not exactly trained to handle a high. Want some Doritos, Hiccup?]

[fastandfuryous]

[Toothless lands, shaking his head as he trots over towards the tent. He then takes a seat with the full intention of letting that loopy Viking boy fall off. Ugh, drunk drivers are the worst, Cynthia.]

[occupational_hazard]

[Oh, you know, it's just him literally trying to wake the dead. That isn't going to work, obviously, but don't tell his high mind that.

Upon the landing, Hiccup stumbles and tumbles off in a vikingly fashion, saluting Cynthia in greeting just as he pops off his half-turned helmet. Choppy hair sticks up everywhere.]

Cyn! Cynthia, I'm feeling...feeling alive! I'm fine, really. Mostly.

[Although Doritos sounds so good right now.]

HEY, yeah, I'm here for a reason. [Pause.] Hold on, it's coming back to me...

[anelegantmyth]

[She hears ya, bud. It's basically like battling with a confused pokemon. Mostly annoying with a hint of accidentally hitting themselves. But here, as a reward for keeping this poor boy in one piece, she'll just toss a fish your way.

Now on to the real issue here.]

Hiccup? Honey, what's the matter?

[fastandfuryous]

[At least someone appreciates the work he does here. He'll happily snag that fish and just sit here and munch happily. Not like he can explain what happened anyway.]

[occupational_hazard]

[Hey, Hiccup would appreciate the dragon's work...if his mind wasn't floating up to the sky like that.]

Ahhh oh! Right, the thing.

[He snaps his fingers, doing a double-point in Cynthia's direction.]

Uh, so Gaius and Gan Ning and I went into this weird place with Toothless, right? And there was a riddle. And then we were trying to figure out something in order to go to the next room full of keys that involved another riddle with farts, but we solved that one no problem! And now Gaius and Gan are in this upside-down place with shards and a whole lotta sand and weee may need some help digging.

[...It makes more sense in his head, seriously.]



So. Y'think you can help us? With your pokey-man– eh, pokemon friends??

[anelegantmyth]

A riddle...with farts? Upside down place? Digging? I'm sorry Hiccup, but you're not making a lot of sense right now. You want me to help you boys dig an upside down desert?

[She kind of eyes Toothless, because he'd probably make more sense right now.]

Are the boys okay? And what why do we want to dig up sand in the first place?

[occupational_hazard]

MmYeah!

[So. Out of it.]

Oh, they're fine. Although I think Gan's a little off, but he and Gaius both fine!

[For a moment, he trails off. His head tilts to one side, then the other.]

...And that's the part I conveniently forgot! It'll be much faster if I just showed you, yeah?

[anelegantmyth]

You're a little off.

[Did she mean to say that out loud? Yes. But who was she to ignore a request for help. Especially from her high as a kite little but not little viking boy.]

But before I agree, just tell me one thing. How did you guys figure out the riddles?

[Riddles were her thing, after all.]

[occupational_hazard]

[Hiccup looks puzzled at that comment, but he lets it slide, meandering back over to Toothless.]

Oh! I pulled Gan Ning's finger!


[...And he sounds so proud of himself.]

[anelegantmyth]

...oh HA HA, and did he fart? My goodness, what in the world were you boys smoking out there? Honestly, I'd expect Ning to pull some kind of childish crap like getting high off something. But you Hiccup? That's just disappointing.

[Except, she doesn't understand the situation, and that they did it for the door. No she'll just release her garchomp and get ready.]

Seriously though, what did you guys do?

[occupational_hazard]

I pulled. Gan Ning's. Finger!

[He repeats this each time he tries straddling himself over the saddle, finally clambering onto the seat.]

I mean, he had to. The riddle for the door said so.

[anelegantmyth]

[Then it hit her.]

Hiccup...WHY did you pull his finger?

[Please don't say "So he can fart". Please don't say "So he can fart". Please don't say "So he can fart".]

[occupational_hazard]

[Too late.]

So he can fart!

[AND THERE'S THE ANSWER SHE WISHED DIDN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION.]

I HAD TO ADD AN ICON JUST FOR THIS

[anelegantmyth]

[HOW WAS SHE EVEN SUPPOSED TO REACT TO THIS!? Boys will be boys and all, but answering a riddle with a fart just felt like a HUUUUGE blow to her intellect. Wow she couldn't get a shard because she didn't answer that one riddle. But he opened a door with a fart!?]

...Ok we're leaving RIGHT NOW.

[She hops onto her dragon.]

ROFL

[occupational_hazard]

Okay!

[She's basically on the same level as Gaius when he had to watch the whole thing unfold, but she'll find that out soon enough. Hiccup sticks his helmet back on, patting Toothless on his side to signal he's ready for take-off.]

Come on, bud! Let's go! Back to the underworld! Or is it the overworld...

[In the middle of pointing, he slowly slips off the other side of the dragon. Plop.]

[fastandfuryous]

[Toothless has by then polished off his fish and he looks as Hiccup comes running back over. He gets up and waits for the boy to board- and then glances back as Hiccup quickly disembarks.

....

Well.]

[anelegantmyth]

[She looks at Hiccup, then Toothless, then Hiccup, then Toothless again.]

Are you gonna pick that up, or what?

[occupational_hazard]

[From the other side of Toothless, a hand rises, waving aimlessly in the air.]

Rude!

[fastandfuryous]

[Toothless snorts- or perhaps it's a sigh. He then turns about and scruffs Hiccup and swings the boy behind him.]

[anelegantmyth]

[She'll just wait for the boy to pull himself together and sit straight. But, of course, if the need arises, she'd gladly tie him to Toothless. It wouldn't be that hard, really.]

Don't forget your helmet, Hiccup.

[Arceus knows, he probably needs it now more than ever.]

[occupational_hazard]

[Scruffed. Like a sack of flour, Hiccup is back in the saddle. He shakes his head, snorting.]

Got it.



[The helmet is set and checked once more before he switches his peg leg to fit into its pedal. Click and click.]

Okay. Now I'm ready. Let's ride!