Missing gryphon [OPEN | Backdated to during the opening log]

[tailforbrains]

HEY! If anybody finds a black gryphon hatchling, uh, please bring him to me? I can't find him!

[She's trying hard not to sound worried, except it's failing a lot, because not only does she sound worried, she sounds panicked.]

... or a black anything, really, cuz last time he was a six-limbed mutant thing, so I guess he could be something else. But I want to make sure he's not drowned or on a pirate ship or anything, okay? So just-- you know-- let me know!

[So what everyone should be looking for, in fact, is a little black monkey. He can swim perfectly well, and he'll probably be making quite a squall. He's just too far from Neeshka for her to hear him.]

Comments

[pseudologist]

You know, if he changes shape, he might just be a black fish.

[tailforbrains]

... that'll make it really hard to find him. And really hard to keep trying to, you know, keep him around.

[She isn't sure whether she's alarmed or amused by the notion. Alarmed is possibly winning out.]

[pseudologist]

On the up side, he wouldn't drown. He might even be a flying fish.

[tailforbrains]

Okay, you're just making fun of me, now.

[pseudologist]

Not at all! The fish near Seheron nest in the mangrove trees during mating season. Nasty little bastards - a school of them can flay an ogre to the bone inside of thirty seconds.

Let's hope your friend isn't one of those.

[tailforbrains]

Wow, hey, you're the first person I've talked to who's mentioned ogres. You aren't from Faerun, too, are you?

[Hopeful question, there, only a minor distraction from the issue of her missing pet.]

[deconsecrate]

...you have a six-limbed mutant thing who was previously a gryphon.

[ That's wonderful. Almost as good as a cat named Ser Pounce-a-Lot in the Deep Roads. ]

Does he answer to anything in particular? 'Mister Limby,' perhaps?

[tailforbrains]

Last jaunt I called him Griff. And he turned back into a gryphon as soon as we went back into that spacey-place. I still haven't actually named him, though.

[She really needs to get on that, doesn't she?]

[deconsecrate]

Well, I think if he were a gryphon now we'd be hearing more screaming. So that's one shape ....shifty type down.

[tailforbrains]

Yeah. And I really don't think he's going to be a mutant thing this time around, either. So... something else, I guess. Probably still black, though, at least?

[deconsecrate]

This may be a silly question, but I do have to ask. How would you know him if you saw him?

[tailforbrains]

The black thing, hopefully. And him recognizing me and demanding food. Because he does that a lot.

[pseudologist]

It was cute, in a horribly scaled and feathered thing that might chew your hand off kind of way.

[deconsecrate]

If this turns out like that time at the Wounded Coast I'm going to be very put out.

[ That time that definitely involved something small and furry that a] Anders wanted to keep and b] treated Hawke to a wide and festive variety of puncture wounds before that was agreed to be a terrible idea. ]

[tailforbrains]

I take it you two know each other.

[The tone, there, is wry.]

[deconsecrate]

Not at all! I greet every dwarf this way.

[pseudologist]

Hawke, I'm hurt. I thought we had something special.

[pseudologist]

Look on the bright side: if it comes from another world, we probably don't have to worry about its mother swooping down to seek bloody vengeance for the abduction of her young.

[Which is possibly the most dramatic description of 'attack by small furry animal' he's ever given.

Or possibly not. It's Varric, after all.]

[deconsecrate]

He said, more or less guaranteeing it to happen. And probably happen to me personally!

[ S I G H ]

[pseudologist]

Look on the bright side, Hawke. The brave hero fighting off a swarm of monsters from beyond this world to save the maiden fair...it makes for a good story. A little derivative, maybe, but we can always put a twist on it.

[flatteries]

.. er. I'm fairly sure the natives here might start to feel a little surprised if they would come across either of those things.

[ Don't get him wrong. Gryphons are pretty normal to him, and even... limbed.. mutant things sound a lot like Risen, but he's pretty sure by now that not all worlds are used to weird things like that. ]

[tailforbrains]

Which is why he might not actually... be either of those things. So I guess just look for something black that's not, I dunno, afraid of you or is demanding food and attention or is biting you?

[Because those are all things she finds familiar about her gryphon hatchling.]

[flatteries]

Biting me?! [ That's the last thing he needs right now, okay. He's already terrified by the ship's crew, the last thing he needs is having to watch out for something that wants to munch on him.. ]

Does your pet really do that?

[tailforbrains]

Well, he's a baby. Of course he does. I'm working on it, but it's been kind of hard, since, you know, we've been bounced around a lot since I got him, and he's only a month and a half old. Or something like that. I'm not sure what the liminal space time counts as.

[flatteries]

I doubt it's very much a good idea for a baby.. [ .. something? Gryphon? Mut.. ant.. thing... ] .. a baby of any kind to wander around on these ships. Especially if it isn't trained.

I'll keep an eye out, but perhaps I should say keep a foot out until it inevitably bites me.

[ It would happen with his luck, really. ]