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Who: Rhus, Molly and Mordred
When: Second week of April.
Where: In Draega, then going far south to Adh Rikair.
What: Rhus needs to get some materials for a craft and drags two others along for the ride. Probably wont take longer than a few days.
Warnings: Likely some violence, and definitely a lot of blood if fights happen. It's Rhus and Molly, what do you expect.

Right, so... [Rhus opens the maps of the Winds and the world once more, trying to figure out if they're in the right place to be picked up by the Winds and get to that land far down south. Otherwise, this venture would have taken them turns of the moon rather than possibly just a handful of days.

Of course, he's laden with bags, the biggest of which has pots and pouches of soil, and other gardening tools needed to transplant... well, plants. He packs for any occasion, and has back-ups in case of emergencies... but unfortunately his Eorzean magicks for expanded bag space don't work here for some odd reason, and his original pack was left behind in his world. Though that's not much important right now, and the Miqo'te has been making do for months.

Right now... His issue is finding the exact spot because... What do these Winds look like?

His tail begins to wag up and down in his frustration, no matter how he tries to not feel as such.]

Either o' you been honin' your psychic senses?

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Dark's not really a problem for me or Rhus, I don't think. We can see in it, and that's the important thing, but... what he said.

[No tempting of fate here. Absolutely none. He's in the process of figuring out how to make this work on his own when Rhus just vanishes into oblivion. Molly yelps in surprise and grabs onto Mordred's hand like she might also vanish and leave him alone.]

...Well, either he found his way through or something just dragged him to his death. [And they can't just turn and walk away from it, either way. That would be rude.] I'm not sure if this will spit us out in the same place, but maybe if we both make the attempt at the same time, at least two of us won't be stranded alone?

[He sucks in a breath and tries to think forward motion, like Summer's Dance taking him thirty feet ahead, only further. And if Mordred doesn't let go of his hand, hopefully they'll both be yanked forward and into the fen alongside Rhus.]

Whoa, what the hell?!

[She has absolutely no frame of reference for someone disappearing like that, so she might...honestly be a little grateful Molly's grabbed her hand. Mordred's not entirely sure she'd want to try this by herself, not that she'll admit as much.]

All right, just thinking about moving through that, right? Can't be too hard.

[Deep breath, she can do this. It's fine, she's a former Knight of the Round Table of course she can do this. She'll just focus on it and move through it and try and not think about how weird this is, staggering out of the darkness into the swamp.]

Everybody okay?

[She's totally fine. Definitely fine. Just ignore her taking a moment to steady herself and taking a look at her surroundings.]

And this the right place?

[Hopefully the right place. It does look like wild after all-- no one sane could live here, a swampy, too-humid jungle with murky water as far as the eye can see.

Is it any wonder, then, that the party's cat-like person has decided to find refuge up in a tree?

He's been perched up in the branches for a while, waiting for some sign that his two companions have managed to somehow follow him through the Winds, though has to move when a branch he steps on breaks from the combined weight of Rhus and his inventory.

It drops near Mordred.]

Sorry! Sorry--

I'm fi- [Molly yelps and jumps out of the way, lifting his coat up to keep it from getting soaked in muck and mire or splashed by Rhus falling out of the damned tree.]

Oh good, you're here. For a minute I thought maybe you ended up in the other swamp.

[As dry as his sarcasm is, once he takes in his surroundings, a little bit of delight creeps into his features.] Fuck me, that actually worked. Hah! Look at this! New territory. And hopefully not a troll in sight.

Hey, watch it!

[Mordred's not as successful at evading, so she's got muck splattered over the greaves of her armor now. Lovely.]

Wait, hey, there's not trolls actually out here, right?

[She doesn't have a problem with it, she'll kick a troll's ass. And she's also about 95% sure Molly's kidding, but you never know.]

Just plants and maybe witches, right?

An' Black Widows, [Rhus calls down from the branch, making no moves to jump down just yet. Why subject himself to the wet, slimy ground when he can simply use his natural abilities to his advantage?]

But I'unno about specifics an' certainties when no one's come here in too long. Not even the librarians do.

[Then he hangs himself upside down from the branch, knees locked around it to keep himself secure.]

But in any case-- you two goin' to trudge down in those murky waters the whole day?

The only swamp I've ever been through had a troll. That is the extent of my knowledge, but I'd rather take one of them than a Black Widow. [Molly gently balls up his coat and stuffs it inside his bag before he begins to climb up the tree without question.]

You might want to drop your armor, Mordred, unless magic armor's good for climbing.

Yeah, it's not.

[She wishes it was though, but banishes it for now. She can always recall it if needed.]

Probably take the whole tree down if I tried it in that.

[Then again, that would make a bridge she could walk on. She'd stay out of the muck and still be on guard for whatever the swamp might throw at her. But the thought occurs a little late, as she's already making her way up the tree, being careful not to drop her pack into the swamp below.]

Never fought a troll, be kind of weird if one was guarding plants though.

[Since she knows nothing of trolls, she doesn't actually have a clue. It just sounds weird to her.]

Widows though, they're like witches, so that'd make sense. Can use it for spells and other stuff like that probably.

Black Widows aren't like witches, y'know, otherwise they'd just be witches. Not much information on 'em but let's not make more assumptions, aye? [Once again, they're going to be jinxed. He knows it, can feel it.

One doesn't need the Echo to tell trouble is on its way.

Righting himself on the branch, Rhus reaches into his pockets for his pipe and makes a show of filling it, lighting it and inhaling deeply. He'll need the effects of it soon enough, he thinks, because... Well, if he doesn't have a clear head, no one will, and this was his expedition to begin with.]

To business. [Just to cut off anymore squabbling.] The plant I need bites. Small, large leaves. Don' just hack anythin' to pieces if you can 'elp it, this place looks like it's already gone through one Calamity.

[Molly snickers at the choice of words. Calamity.] As long as everything keeps its feelers to itself, I won't be doing any hacking. It seems like a perfectly functional ecosystem.

[He hefts himself up onto another branch and leans down to help pull Mordred up to join him, taking note of Rhus's pipe as he does so.] Don't suppose you brought enough of that for the rest of us?

All right, all right.

[She still thinks it's a close enough comparison and her grumpy agreeing there says as much. But she'll try to distinguish between the two.]

And yeah, no thanks, if there's more, you can have my share.

[She'd probably just cough all over the place and embarrass herself.]

[Rhus barely has enough for himself, he thinks after going over what he remembers of the contents of his tobacco pouch. Which is why he's simply shrugging and shaking his head at Molly, hoping the message gets through-- whatever message Molly will discern from those motions in any case, outside of 'no'.

Call him selfish, but he would like this one lifeline of his to stretch as much as possible until they return to Draega and he can find some acceptable alternative to his precious fogweed.]

We shall see what kind the plant is. At very least, you 'ad better hope it shan't open its maw and poison the lot of us. I've no antidotes on my person at the moment.

[He shuffles more on the branch before leaping onto the next with feline and peering down at the ground surrounding this new tree.]

[The no is heard and felt and maybe he'll even sulk about it later. As it stands, Molly just pouts a bit, and shrugs it off.]

I've brought a bit of food from breakfast in case we run into the flesh-eating kind. Those are a pain in the arse.

[He has no feline grace to speak of, and so he takes the matter with a bit more care, easing himself as far as he can on one branch before he passes to the next. This plan doesn't go in accordance with his wishes and the branch snaps and were it not for clever thinking, he'd be back in the muck. Instead he ends up digging his nails into the tree bark directly under Rhus's branch and keeping his balance through will, sharp nails, and sharper boots.] Oh, fuck me. Really?

[He's just gonna diligently try to ease up the trunk and hope the splash of that branch hitting the muck doesn't upset anything.]

[If anybody's looking over at Mordred, a frown definitely crosses her face when poison's mentioned. She doesn't like that one at all. It's always a pain in the ass to deal with and since it's not something she can't deal with by just beating the crap out of it.]

Careful!

[She's broken out of her angry thoughts about poison by that branch snapping and falling and man, she really doesn't want to jump to the next tree now. But she probably has to, she can't just stay up here, and she doesn't want to get called on not doing it, so she'll move a little closer, trying to figure out where to jump to.]

All right, here goes nothing.

[She'll deny she muttered that at all if asked about it, takes a deep breath and jumps forward. It lacks pretty much any grace, but she thinks Molly definitely had a good idea by digging in and has chosen to put her own spin on it. So she equips her boots in the middle of the leap, digging their armored points into the trunk of the tree upon landing. Sucks for the tree, but it keeps her from taking a tumble into the muck below if the branch under her snaps.]

[If either companion has never seen Rhus smile, or even show some sign of mirth, they will be surprised.

He doesn't just smile, no-- he laughs. It begins as a soft chuckle as he watches both Molly and Mordred struggle to keep up with him, the Miqo'te pausing on the branch he's paused on. Then it becomes a full-blown laugh as the branch breaks, as Mordred attempts to wrestle her way up a tree unwilling to take the weight of her armour. Watching non-Miqo'te try to keep up with him is always so amusing.

Like kittens trying to climb for the first time.]

Y'two sure you want to be climbin' trees?

Oi! Fuck off. [Molly's indignation is colored by a laugh of his own- holy shit the cat boy has a sense of humor that's for more than just torturing shitheads. Nice.]

That was bad luck. I'm usually a lot better at acrobatics than this. [But he's not Beau who can just scale trees like a monkey. He fumbles again, trying to prove that he's still got it and slips down an inch. Realizing that he will not reclaim his dignity, he just sidles on up until he reaches a steadier branch, winded now.]

Okay... Okay, I've got an idea. Maybe you should scout ahead.

Yeah, that's a good idea!

[Mordred's a bit too busy focusing on not falling down to really say anything else at the moment. And kind of pissed that the choices seem to be trudge through the muck and who knows what's in there and dealing with this tree climbing nonsense. A knight should have more dignified choices than dealing with this mess! But she's been through worse, so she'll continue to just kind of grumble to herself about it.]

You're better at this crap than we are, so that makes the most sense.

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