Character Island

She sighed. The other one, what was his name (was it Adam?), had a point. Their energy was better utilized finding water than bickering. Still...

Scarlett caught a flake of ash in her palm. Why?

"Make no mistake, I still expect an answer form you. For now, I believe this one has a point. We need to find water, and preferably some food. Come." She motioned to him, and walked off.

edited 25th Sep '11 1:58:31 PM by KSPAM

Donovan turned to Adam, "And what if we kept moving and we all ran out of supplies, not all of us are perfect hunters, not everyone can distinguish a poisonous berry from a safe berry, and we aren't all capable of building shelter. If we ran out of supplies, it all amounts to nothing."

"And I don't suppose either of you know any caves around here?" Prisha turned to Grimm and Donovan. From what Adam and Scarlett said it doesn't seem like they live around here. But he know much about the other two.

edited 25th Sep '11 2:03:34 PM by PsychoFreaX

Grimm stowed his weapon across his chest and followed Scarlett. “She’s right. We’d better find some supplies. I’ve got rations in my pack, but those are only mean to last so long. And we’re on an island. Don’t ask how I know that also."

Answering Prisha, Grimm said "Good point. I don't know what we'll do for shelter, but we could probably find something. The volcano on this island is going to probably have a network of caves. And don't worry, it's inactive."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:06:50 PM by Gault

"I suggest that if we are to use the cave systems as shelter that we make our encampments easily recognizable. To each other, anyway." She added as a last minute note.

"Tiny identifying marks, like little pebble formations, bioluminescent fungus. Hell, scratches in the wall would do the trick. But we need to make sure no one can get lost too easily. With things as they are, we are better off with a larger, stronger group."

She rubs her chin absentmindedly, before adding, "I could perhaps find us some food after we set up camp. I won't claim to be precise in my methods, but I'm certain I can catch us something by nightfall. There has to be something living here after all."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:11:37 PM by KSPAM

"What if we kill all the fish?" asked Lafayette, "We can run out of fish. And birds."

"You have a point. There should be no shortage of fish considering we're surrounded on all sides by water, but the birds are a different story. We could capture a few, and fashion a makeshift cage. We might be able to get ourselves some eggs that way."

Although she was beginning to wonder what the odds were of finding even two birds. The island, form what she'd seen of it, looked totally devoid of animal life.

"I've got a big knife and a little knife," said Adam, holding them up. "And for food, I've got twenty-five rounds for my gun, and I can hunt. I even know how to skin a deer. Depending on what the area's like, I could also tell what plants are and aren't poisonous; sometimes, I like to live off the land for a little while, so I learned some survival skills.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name."

Should I assume that Adam is speaking to Donovan?

Donovan was slightly impressed. This guy actually did know his stuff, "My name is Donovan, the not so unwilling servent to Nyarlathotep. I can kill bigger animals, boar if anyone is in the mood for pork chops."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:18:14 PM by draconiansuperior

"We can shortage on fish," said Lafayette, turning his ear to the newcomer, his eyes still wandering, out of focus. He picked up a third fish, this one a bright green, and tearing the head off. He was making a nice little pile of colorful heads. Perhaps he would eat them later — they were not his favorite part of the fish. "We can easily shortage on fish."

Grimm spoke to Adam. “Her name is Scarlett. Don’t fuck with her.” Then, to Donovan, sounding unimpressed, “Yeah, yeah- Ai’a ai’a Cthulhu ftagn. Sure you are.”

"As he said."

She unsheathed her knife, wiping the dirt off on her sadly-no-longer-clean straightjacket. Holding it up to the sky, she tilted it, letting the light reflect off of it, before holding it out towards Adam.

"Take this. You'd probably put it to better use. To be entirely honest, I use it more for interrogations and threats than anything. The sight of a blade is a marvelous motivator. Oh, and don't worry," she tossed it in the air and caught it by the handle, blade down, "I haven't used it much, so it shouldn't be dull."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:21:05 PM by KSPAM

He looked over the newcomers. A purple haired boy, too pale to be Uelane. A man who looked like he could be from the West, but his clothes made that seem unlikely. A hideously pale woman. And a man with some sort of cloth mask. Great, he thought. More mouths to feed. I am not catching fish for all of them. Thank the gods some of them can hunt.

Then, looking at the naked glutton with disgust, Imey said, "there would be more fish if you would stop eating them all. And raw! Be glad I didn't have anything poisonous!" Nonchalantly, he added, "spinefish are quite good once you take out their poison, if you're wondering why I'd bother with such a creature. But I doubt we'll find any here." He shook his head. "Also, for the record: I can prepare things that aren't fish, if it's necessary. But I'd rather stick with what I know." Finally, considering the newcomers, he added, "oh, and I am Imey the Fisherman."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:23:54 PM by KillerClowns

Donovan looked a Grimm with a pissed off face, "How dare you insult my master, and Cthulhu's too lazy to even make an avatar to appear from his prison, he sends out his daughter to do his work in the human world!"

"I don't need it," said Adam. "I've got my own." He held it up. "It'd be better to make sure as many people have knives as possible for whatever reason."

They came to a clearing, with a spring and several people around, eating fish. Adam blinked at it as someone introduced himself. "Wow, that was convenient. Water and food, all in one place? Check those off the list. But we still need a cave, just in case."

He glanced over to Purple Kid. "And your name?"

edited 25th Sep '11 2:28:18 PM by TeraChimera

"Can you people think for a moment to notice anything strange?" Prisha decided to ask randomly. From the looks of it these people have only just met. That Scarlett lady even said her her plane just went down. Is it a coincidence so many people got stranded at the same place and time?

edited 25th Sep '11 2:32:17 PM by PsychoFreaX

"Ai’a ai’a Cthulhu ftagn!" Lafayette agreed, but there was something deeply, deeply wrong with the way he said it, a way that reverberated in the air. "Yes," said Lafayette to the fisherman, "we can run out of fish."

Imey looked at Prisha and said, "it is a strange coincidence. I am not blind, and I can feel the gods at work here..." then, the mysticism dropping from his voice, he flatly said, "but I for one would like to investigate it with a roof over my head and a full stomach. Survival first, investigation second. Now, you still have not given us your name."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:35:02 PM by KillerClowns

"What, you mean like a purple haired child falling from the sky in a burning escape pod?" Scarlett remarked sarcastically, unwittingly running a hand through her own white hair.

She turned to the fisherman. "I am Scarlett. It is a pleasure. And as much as I'd love to know why I'm here, I have to agree with you. Survival is first. Now, you said you were a chef?" She said, her gaze slowly drifting to the pile of fish. And subsequently, the man... thing devouring them all.

edited 25th Sep '11 2:38:18 PM by KSPAM

"Call me Prisha. That would do," Prisha muttered. Too bad he wasn't able to stay quiet for too long.

"Food sounds good," said Adam. He walked into the forest a little ways, found a good stick, and took it back to the camp, sharpening it with his knife.

"The question is," he muttered to himself, "do I fire-harden it at all? Probably not; I don't see why I would need to. It's not like I'm hunting buffalo or anything. Just fishing."

After a while, he finished his improvised spear. He crouched on the side of the pool, his arm drawn back, waiting. A fish swam near the shore, and he jabbed the spear down, skewering the water while the fish bolted.

"Dangit," he mumbled. He missed a few more times before finally stabbing one. "Who wants it?" he asked, holding it up. "I'm not particularly hungry right now, so it's up for grabs."

Scarlett's stomach churned greedily. If she remembered correctly, she hadn't eaten since takeoff. Seven hours ago. There was the airplane food, but...

Fucking in-flight peanuts, she thought, attempting to will her stomach from rumbling. She would not be the first in line for the proverbial soup kitchen.

Grimm had sat down and unpacked a box of his rations. He opened up the MRE and pulled out the readymade food items, pre-cooked and packaged to last. After a few minutes of eating in silence he finished his meal and spoke up suddenly, interrupting the conversation.

“Look, as much as I love the idea of getting to know one-another, we really need to find a place to camp out. I say we get our shit in gear and make our way over to the base of the volcano. So let’s get everyone together and start heading in that direction. Are you with me?”

He looked to Donovan. "And if your ancient elder-god master from beyond the depths of space has a problem with me then he can fucking well take it up with me himself. I'm not dealing with one of his neutered lackeys."

edited 25th Sep '11 2:46:41 PM by Gault

"I think the lake," said Lafayette.

"I support this motion." So said Scarlett, clutching her abdomen. Walking. Walking was good. Exercise would keep her mind (and hopefully her stomach) off of her-

Just then, her stomach grumbled. It was quiet, so much so that no one who wasn't listening for it could have heard, but to Scarlett it sounded like a motor revving. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

edited 25th Sep '11 2:49:42 PM by KSPAM