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Character/s: Renne; anybody
Time: Sunday, August 14 -- Midday
Location: Arcanarum; The Forest's Edge
Summary: Renne's rather sick of the headaches that have thus far blocked his biological responses. This amid the stench of magic is enough to make him roil! So...he's out to do a little exploring, find material for a proper cane.... And maybe produce a little mischief.
Warnings: None really, though there is some language. Open to all, of course.

The headaches had persisted for...how could he calculate time? Not sure he wants to try answering that question right now, Renne dons his "suit of armour" in at least some attempt to protect himself from the evils of Magic and begins on his way. Just where he intends to go is up for debate since you cannot very well find your way in the dark without a tool.

Perhaps...

Having at least an idea in his little head, the stubborn, bratty little bluething ventures carefully through the odd little magic-ridden town and to, eventually, its edge. He's not fond of the slightly damp ground but the still-moist air isn't so bad. First things first: Acquire material that isn't magic-soaked to fashion a proper cane. Re-learn walking upright (That shouldn't be too hard, should it?)

And finally: Figure or find out why these damnable headaches of his persist!

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While there was a perfectly serviceable training area elsewhere on the island, Minato had little desire to get back into the swing of using a sword there. Even if the sword hadn't originally been stolen (and it had, though Minato had not been the one to steal it), he still wasn't sure he wanted to be practicing so near to other people until he'd gotten himself into fitter condition. Besides, it had seemed a nice day for a walk.

Thus, the early afternoon finds Minato a short ways outside of town, in a clear spot near the edge of the forest, running through various exercises with his sword. When he had arrived, of course, he had first paid his respects to the sword - not out of superstition or anything like that but because long before he'd returned to Iwatodai and actually had to rely on weapons to save his life, his iaido instructor had taught him that the sword, although it was in truth naught but a tool, was worthy of respect. It was worthy of those extra few moments of reflection and acknowledgement, because it was powerful, as a weapon, as a tool, as a symbol.

He wondered, as he performed the obeisance, if the old man remembered him, the quiet, troubled kid in foster-care next door, with the fascination with swords. (He'd always been grateful to the man for taking the time to help him, to give him something to channel his restlessness into.) He wondered, as he straightened and slipped the scabbard into his belt, if the old man were even still alive. Not that it really mattered now. But even so, his thoughts continued to drift as he began to work his way through the kata.

And now, further into the afternoon, Minato is still just letting his thoughts drift aimlessly, as he continues to shift through exercises, some actual real forms and others modified from strength-and-speed-building exercises he'd learned while on the kendo team in high school.

Swish, swish. Whoosh.

The sounds catch Renne's eerily sensitive ears soon enough. Although he's not much for Human contact -- his opinion of Humans in general is quite low currently -- his curiosity outweighs that. That curiosity grows, mounting into something that overrides his plans almost entirely.

He'd heard blades wielded in battle or at a sparring match and once or twice, he'd wielded one himself. Not that he had been good at it, mind, but he'd gotten the job he had to do, done. His nature had been, all his life, the one thing Renne himself could rely on.
And yet, his curiosity begs for more knowledge. Begs for further wisdoms, perhaps even a way to protect himself from further harm...

Harms of any kind.

Such are his thoughts as the oddity crawls across the ground toward the sound of such movements as these. Soon enough, a scent assigns itself to the sound. He sniffs...is it Human? Renne sniffs again, flicking out his tongue to try and be sure of what this is.

Renne may not make a sound other than his careful navigating but his skin might give him away. A mild flash of chromatophores sends a thin tiger-stripe of bright-sky blue across his face.

At first, Minato does not notice the newcomer, caught up as he is in the exercises and thoughts. This is the first time since he arrived here that he's really taken the time to really reflect on what happened before he fell asleep on the school roof and woke up here. And his thoughts make him all the more restless, so that he keeps going, though his arms and legs are aching from his exertions (which prompts a side train of thought about how he is abysmally out of practice and out of shape). He's not regretful, of course. No, and he wouldn't undo what he did for anything, but... he is a little sad.

But in any event, it isn't until he spins around, ready to slash at an imaginary foe approaching from behind, that he catches sight of an approaching blue -- something? And Minato freezes, staring, unsure if maybe this is another denizen or if it's a creature from the forest. Slowly, after a moment or two, Minato shifts position, changing his grip on his sword a little, just in case this is a creature from the forest, though as he stares, he finds himself doubting that idea. For one thing, the blue creature is coming from the wrong direction, and for another, gut intuition tells him that this newcomer probably isn't a threat.

Still, Minato remains wary, his dragon's tail flicking back and forth, its fins flexing a little in unconscious response to his edginess. He's not frightened, but he is uncertain. (Perhaps the reptilian or fishlike nature of this tail is responsible for any confusion over whether Minato is human. After all, he was temporarily a large serpentine dragon not all that long ago.)

"Who or what are you?" he calls out after a moment. It seems like a good first move.

"Is Rrrrenne. Wha-t yeu is?"

He's quick to turn the question around upon replying. Crawling a little further into the open, the oddity's head ducks down just a touch. His ears flick forward, keen on listening to everything around him but he doesn't react to visual cues in the least. If anything, it's scent and sound he's after.

A second or two later, his skin gives off another bluish flash down the length of his body in an almost jaguar-spotted pattern. He's curious but forever wary and honestly, he really hopes he's not encountering another Human.

"Renne." He repeats the word (a name, he guesses) as best he can, given a different jaw structure, his own accent and so on. He pauses after saying it, as if fixing it in his memory before he does anything else, and the pause goes on a little longer than intended as he sees this Renne's skin change, quite unexpectedly shifting colors and patterning. Minato's eyes widen, as he wonders what that means (a warning? Just something that happens? What?), and he stares for a moment more before finally answering.

"My name is Minato Arisato," he says, a little unsure if Renne is asking for his name or if the creature is just as unsure about what he is as he is of it.

"Hellow. Mee-nut-toe."

Chirp. Crawling close enough to get a real scent, the Renne leans in a bit to give a curious sniffing of this 'Minato', at about ankle level. Hmm...Most odd, that. With a trill, Renne's ears give a twitch-flick backward, then straight up.
Just don't hurt him too badly for murdering name pronunciations...

"Wha-t yeu is? Is yeu Hew-mahn? Wha-t yeu do?"

He refers of course, to the swishing sounds he'd followed in order to investigate. Renne's often too curious for his own good but hopefully it won't land him into trouble....this time.

Minato leans away a little as Renne sniffs him (as a rule, he's not the happiest with having his personal space invaded by someone unknown), flexing his fins uncomfortably, but then the creature twitches backward, and Minato relaxes. He decides that probably this creature really isn't a threat and so at last sheathes his sword.

He nods once to the second question, tail flicking again. "I'm human, though this place seems to want to turn me into a dragon..." But he isn't quite sure what Renne means by 'What you do?' so he doesn't answer that, figuring if it's important, Renne will rephrase it or ask again.

"Why...Why it wahnt do tha-t?"

He's curious. Although he'd raised an abandoned dragon hatchling at one point in his life, turning from one creature to another is usually supposed to be consented to. ...Right?
Puzzling, that. Mentioning things that are puzzling..

"Wha-t yeu do? Yeu ma-ke saownd...Li-ke Wooh! Wooh!" He's terrible with onomatopoeia but his mock-swishing sounds are backed up by a hand/paw ineptly trying to mimic a sword's handling. He knows the sound of blades moving but no, he cannot wield one himself to save his life.

Minato shrugs (still unaware that Renne couldn't necessarily see that). "Did you read the letter you were given when you woke up here? It seems like the rulers of this place want us to replace characters from stories. Fairy tales and things." Or so he has gathered from learning about other people's letters in addition to his own.

But then Renne is asking about the sounds he made, and at the swishing sounds and gestures, Minato finally gets it - or at least gets what Renne is asking (though he thinks the gesturing and such is a little weird). "Oh -- I was practicing."

"Eee...Rrrrenne noh do. It go-t Mah-gic ahn-d Mah-gic make Rrrrenne sick. Rrrrenne go-t to make ahrrrrmourrr ah-forrre Rrrrenne trrry touch. Do worrrds go-t touch?"

That's his first admittance to something, simply that he can't see but at times, he doesn't like saying it outright. Illogical yes, but true. Flicking his ears again, the curiosity is evident in his voice upon the next query.

"Wha-t yeu do Prrrack-tiss? Is yeu Wahrrr-orrr?"

"Do words have... touch?" he repeats, puzzled for a moment, and he thinks about it. "No...? They're ink on paper, so you can't feel them..." He thinks this is an odd question, unless... wait... The sniffing and gesturing on top of this make him wonder, and he tilts his head, watching Renne closely - or, rather, watching Renne's eyes, though he's momentarily distracted by the latter questions.

"I'm... I guess I am a warrior of sorts. Or I was. Sort of." He's a little taken aback, as that is definitely not a description he would have used, but when he thinks about it, it sort of fits, even if it seems weird to call himself that. "But I was practicing forms for wielding a sword. ... to build up muscle memory and that sort of thing. "

His eyes don't do much except change colour every so often, like continually swirling paint that doesn't blend all the way through. Nodding, Renne gives a chirping trill -- typical ink on paper isn't a method he can utilise.

"Rrrrenne noh do rrread tha-t. It noh go-t feel. ...Oooooh! Haow long yeu do? Yeu do teach?"

He has a thing for swords and other such weaponry. Anything he can handle without having to worry about that particular problem of "aiming a projectile".

"Oh. Do you still have the paper? I could read it for you, if you needed," he offers before slipping his hands into his pockets again. He shrugs again, even though he's picked up on the fact that Renne either can't see at all or at least can't see well, now. "Um... a few years, I guess? I've only really been... uh, serious about it for a year or so, though. I've never taught anyone swordplay before, though..."

"Eee, Rrrenne noh got. Rrrrenne noh touch yet."

Chirp. Sitting back on his rather large feet, Renne's skin gives off another little display, flashing a tiger-stripe of Hawaiian-ocean blue.

"Yeu go-t Teach-errr? May-bee if yeu noh go-t, we fin-d teach-errr."

At this point, the tips of his big ears flare up a bit in a robin's-egg blue. He's not got much, if anything, of value on him but he'd figure something out...a possible trade?

Minato finds the color changes on Renne's skin fascinating and wonders what they mean, but he thinks it's probably a little weird to ask, so he doesn't. Maybe he'll figure it out on his own. He starts to shake his head and then thinks better of it.

"No, I don't have a teacher, right now, but I'm not sure if there's anyone who teaches swordplay on this island, anyway..."

"Eee. May-bee yeu fin-d one. Yeu may-bee know what be goo-d trrree heerrrre?"

If it had been a tree for him to bite or otherwise take out frustrations, the type of tree wouldn't matter. He'd just find one and bite the thing to all hell. But his reason here is a little more than that, even if it might be a touch odd for him.

...Then again, he hadn't walked upright since -- Don't go there, blue idiot. Don't go there.

"Maybe." Minato shrugs, but then he blinks at the question about trees. "Um... what do you mean? Good for climbing? Or ... what?"

"Eee...noh."

Now he's blushing again and occasionally, his skin gives off sapphire-blue spotted flashes. In a moment's decision, Renne slowly, almost shakily rises to stand on two feet.
No, he hasn't done that in a while.

When he reaches his full height of two-foot-seven (three feet counting his ears), and when he gains a semblance of balance, well...A hand/paw ends up slightly outstretched at about waist level.

"It be fohrrr...cayne."

Minato finds the changing of Renne's skin fascinating to watch, and he waits while Renne straightens.

"For cane...? Oh! Hmm..." Minato trails off, looking around at the trees. "You know, I am not sure. What sort of cane do you want? I'm sorry, I've never made or used one, so I'm not entirely sure what one looks for..."

"Eee, is fohrr....Fohrrr Rrrrrenne go ah-rrrraownd ahn-d noh hit thin-gs."

It's a little embarrassing explaining this but it is also quite logical to do so. In his own experience, the true-blind are rather uncommon, if not outright rare.

"All right." He nods, pondering this. "But... how long should it be? And how thick? Flexible? Very solid? That will determine what sort of tree we should get it from."

"Eee....It go-t be strrrron-g, noh wig-gull. Haow lon-g is heerrrre."

When he mentions 'here', a hand/paw moves to a spot two inches below his Lifestone -- that is, the rather ugly scar on his chest with the glowing thing half-in it.

"Rrrrenne say than-k yeu, fohrrr hell-p."

Minato shakes his head. "It's no trouble."

As he glances around at the trees again, wondering what type would be most what Renne wants, a dilemma occurs to him, and he voices it. "... I don't have anything to cut wood with, but maybe we can find a fallen branch that will work for now, and if need be, we can maybe find a saw or something later."

"Eeee, Rrrrenne may-bee do cut."

And out unfurls a nice set of talons from his fingertips. They're nothing magical or hokey, just very sharp talons.

Minato peers at the claws. "You won't damage them on the wood?" he asks just to make sure.

"Well, let's see if we can find a tree with a good branch for it, then."

"Eee, noh. Is tuhff, rrraowrrr!"

That 'rowr' is in a very joking tone, although he is serious about his talons being quite tough. Chittering, Renne nods and drops back down to crawl after this Minato fellow.

...although the back of his mind still wonders how and why anything would want to randomly turn folks into dragons.

Minato periodically looks back at Renne to make sure he isn't walking too fast or anything and also simply to watch him, because Renne is not quite like anything Minato has ever encountered. But Minato alternates between that and looking ahead at various trees, examining them and trying to remember what types they are. Although a few times over the years he's lived in smaller towns that have more greenery, for the most part he's lived in and around cities, so he's really not all that familiar with trees. Still, eventually they reach one that he thinks is an oak. It has acorns, any rate, or what look like acorns, so he stops, looking up at the branches, looking for one that might fit Renne's requirements. He's not actually sure if oak really is the best suited to what Renne wants, but he's sure that if it isn't, Renne'll tell him.

"I.. think there's a branch in this one that might work?"

"Eee?"

Chittering, Renne catches up rather well to Minato -- running face first into the tree in question. Shaking it off and sniffing the tree, Renne gives it a test bite. Hmm...Tough. Yet flexible. Crunch. Spitting the chunk of tree he'd bitten out, Renne gives a small smile and a nod.

"Is goo-d. Is strrron-g."

Minato's eyes widen and he winces a bit as Renne runs face first into the tree. "Are you all right?" he asks, though the answer seems apparent as Renne shakes it off and actually bites the tree. Bites it. That -- Minato just stares a little. He supposes biting it might work for testing wood, though he's pretty sure his own jaw can't handle snapping chunks out of trees.

"Um... do you... need any help?"

He's not sure if Renne's just going to climb up the tree to find an appropriate branch or what, and especially in light of Renne just going ahead and biting the tree, Minato really has no expectations of what Renne will do.

"Eee...Haow big is yeu?"

Meaning how tall. While Renne's a good climber, he's not great with reach and the like. Crawling up the side of this particular tree, he inspects a low branch that (once again) he meets with his face.

He can cut it, sure, but getting it safely down is another story.

"Um -- I can reach that branch, if that's what you mean... Here, I'll hold it while you cut if, if you want...?"

And with that, he reaches up to take hold of the branch, hoping Renne doesn't smack his face on it again - that looks like it hurts.

"Eee, Rrrrenne say than-k yeu."

Luckily, there's no more face-smacking for the time being. Once he's sure his companion has the chosen branch held firm, Renne's teeth and talons get to work. Considering how he needs his cane shaped and such, this is a good bit more delicate than the straightforward chomping-a-chunk-off-of-a-tree of earlier.

"It's no trouble."

Minato does his best to hold the branch steady while Renne works, watching curiously as the little blue fellow works.

Chirp. It's not long now. Another scratch, another bite and...Snap! Off comes the branch with a victorious little yip from our blue odd-thing.

"Eeee, we go-t!"

When the branch detaches, Minato holds it up for a moment more before slowly lowering it and looking it over.

"Do you want me to break some of the offshoots off of the end, or will you do that yourself?"

"Eeee, if yeu wahn-t, yeu do. May-bee af-terrr, Rrrrenne pay yeu back."

He has a very weird concept of repaying someone, be it from a debt or as a matter of honour.

"Hm? No, you needn't worry about paying me back in any way. It's fine," Minato replies, shaking his head as he strips off any leaves and carefully breaks off any twigs before waiting for Renne to be in a position where Minato can hand the stick off. He doesn't want Renne to smack into it again.

He'll not get smacked this time. With his end of the branch coming decently along, the Renne gives a gentle tug -- a small tactual signal that he's ready to hold the thing off himself.

"Eeee, Rrrrenne s-till trry. Than-k yeu."

Minato gives the branch over and smiles a little. "Let me know if you need any more help with making the cane."

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I Want My Money Back!

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Sorry for the late!fail. /offers mochi

psh, it's okay! ♥

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