trans_9 | The Journey Begins

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The Journey Begins

The usual call to the bridge for certain people came in, as the announcement from Stacy came in. The briefing had gone well, as with the amount of information, as scanty as best. With the obs detached from her hull for a temporary amount of time, the large shape of Stacy’s obs deck moved down towards what appeared to be a warp in space.

Passing through it, a large world suddenly appeared before the group and soon, they were passing down through the atmosphere towards a large landmass that oddly looked like a parrot. It was here in a large field that sat astride a marvelous castle that her pod touched down.

The doors opened, and the chosen people were discharged from Stacy as a delegation emerged from the city, dressed in what appeared to be medieval garb. And sitting astride a white “horse”, which actually to be all fair was a stuffed horse head on a stick with a man banging what appeared to be coconuts behind him, was a regal looking man with a big crown and a neatly trimmed beard.

He was obviously royalty, considering that he didn’t have shit all over him.

(ooc: Welcome to the Land of ARRRRGH. Please feel free to make tags into the mingle subset and the inquiry with the ruler of the land.)

EDIT: Part 2 is up, and Part 1 is still welcome to be tagged into!

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"They have been brought to our world, by a great Enchanter. They call him..." pause for dramatic timing, "Tim."

Addressing Cowabunga, the King nodded. "Yes, but to use it, will bring great misfortune and peril. And the task will be ultimately failed, for you cannot gain another to continue your quest."

... Tim.

Well, that made as much sense as anything else she'd seen here so far, at any rate.

Mewtwo just stared at this "King".

< Tim. >

The King nodded. "Tim. Yes. He is great, and mighty, wearing horns of a Ram-beast on his head."

Pixie listened carefully. She didn't have anything to add, but she hoped she wasn't the only one getting Wizard of Oz type vibes upon hearing of Tim.

"I see now. Great warriors are very fond of horns."

Starfire didn't have a cutting question at the moment, so an observation would have to do.

Mewtwo was already in a distinctly nasty mood due to his sudden inability to... well, everything from his perspective.

< And I suppose we have no choice? > he ventured testily. Still, he was getting resigned to the idea. It was outside his control.

King Edle shrugged. "There is little we ourselves can do, which is why we requested aid. Now then, to business."

On cue, a group of pages came out and held out maps to various members. "To undertake the journey, you must group into smaller teams. No one can go it alone, but to protect the Holy Hand Grenade, you must all bring it to the designation at hand."

Vivio blinked as she took her map.

"So... we're going in smaller groups... to protect this?" Vivio said, opening the map. Maybe this one would make more sense than the stuff she was looking at earlier.

"Uh. How exactly are we choosing these groups?" Because that needed to be asked.

"In days of olde, one would take a knight and a squire along," instructed the monk who stood to the side, holding the map. "The path is well travelled, and you all set out as one. However, in fine tradition, you and your party members must take the routes threaded by our forefathers, and our forefathers forefathers."

< How long will this take, then? >

Oh please oh please oh please make this be over with swiftly.

Nope, sorry, this is going to make you all sort of goggle inside. "The old paths will take five days and four nights of travel, riding astride the ancient traditional mounts of the land."

A nebbish looking man to the side coughed. "I'm sorry sire but we're all out of ancient traditional mounts at this time."

King Edle looked at him quizzically. "Then what do we have?"

"Migratory Coconuts sire."

...five days and four nights, traveling. Using coconuts? Suddenly, she'd rather listen to Sherry all of a sudden...

...wait a second.

"Um, excuse me? Coconuts don't migrate." Vivio said. "They... don't even move by themselves."

"Lup?"

Piplup cocked his head in confusion, while Dawn took a moment to listen before asking, "...When did coconuts start migrating? And, did they go north, south, east or west?"

Einhart stared.

And blinked. And stared.

And very nearly facepalmed, in fact. But no real reason to do that. "How... coconuts?"

< Coconuts are not migratory. >

He was rather sure of this and his tail twitched in annoyance.

"D-did I accidentally hit myself with my pixie dust?" Because, really, that made no sense. "Or is this a Cinderella-type deal with, like, coachmice and stuff?"

"A swallow could carry it," protested one of the squires.

"That's right, it could grip it by the husk!" added another.

"So.... Coconuts aside... This is going to take longer than with said traditional mounts... Can we sort of make the teams and make this less painful than it already is?" She asked a bit put off by the rising risk or ridiculousness to the situation.

Einhart blinked. "Aren't... aren't they small birds?" she asked, before hearing what Ronnae said and shook her head.

A pause. Mewtwo had to consider that.

< Swallows migrate to places that have coconuts? >

He hated to admit that he didn't know the answer.

< Even if they do, I also think they're too small to lift them. >

Unfortunately, he was getting caught up in the nonsense now instead of trying to keep pushing to finish this as quickly as possible. He eyed Einhart, wary of agreeing with her but... well. It was true.

Sure, he wasn't even facing in the right direction as they spoke and everyone kind of looked like a muddle of golds, whites and browns with all the matching equipment.

Still, he didn't know what everyone was complaining about. This was a bonafide adventure that they were going to be having, migratory coconuts aside. The extended stay wouldn't be too bad, though he was fairly sure his now-terrible vision was seriously going to impede all of his survival skills.

"Oh, I have a question!" He spoke up, rather loudly. "Are the migratory coconuts edible?" Might as well find out, just in case they would be forced to eat their 'mounts'. Fontaine seemed rather displeased with the turn of events.

"Sadly they're only husks," said the first aide as the second defended the coconut theory with a loud "It could grip it by the husk!"

"Although the air speed velocity of the swallow would have to be considerable," pointed out another aide.

"And we'd have to take into account just what KIND of swallow." Cowabunga added.

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