Tag: rp fishing

azlariel:

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Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.

The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.

Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.” 

He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting. 

“Would not ha’e let be overwize.” He sounds proud over the comment, more focus paid the water now that they were close enough for that. Small areas, at least, he could keep relatively clean.

Azlariel turns just enough to see the other alien. “Ha’e not zeen be’ore?”

“Oh I don’t tend to get out much just to explore,” Minion shrugged, “I did more of that when I was little, but it was mostly in the city. The lake is nice, when I have the free time,” which wasn’t very often. He always found himself with something he needed to do for his Sir… and now Anna as well. It left a fond smile on this toothy face.

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Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.

Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.

The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.

Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.” 

He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting. 

azlariel:

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Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

Regardless of not knowing what that tune is from, Azlariel finds himself idly keeping up with it in his own way, the quiet trilling he’d made a habit of taking on the same meter. Minion’s question cuts the sound off, however, trailing off into something more thoughtful. “Ha’e not known anyving elze.” Calculating the length of time takes a bit longer, however, eventually just shrugging it off.

“Not vat long. Zome time, vough.” he answers, the sketchiness of how time was measured here still not something the alien was entirely interested in figuring out more fully.

Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.

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“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”

Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”

The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.

“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.

“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”

It’s the food that Azlariel focuses on first before realizing that Minion had continued speaking, and he pulls his focus back to the other alien. Nodding as well, it’s with continued checking to make sure Minion was following that he turns, begins heading in the direction of the place he had in mind.

Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

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“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.

“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.

“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.

Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”

“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”

Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”

The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.

“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.

“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”

azlariel:

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Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”

He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.

“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.

Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.

“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.

“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.

“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.

Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”

“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”

Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”

azlariel:

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Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”

He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.

“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.

Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.

“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.

“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.