Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
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27th-Mar-2012 01:28 pm - Fish on! [Open]
The Kohaku River ran diagonally through most of the City, past Central Park, winding its way between Castle Wyvern and the Bathhouse and Awesome World, and finally ending somewhere in Escherville. Its pristine waters would therefore be an excellent vehicle through which to introduce a convenient new source of protein.

Or so Tarrant reasoned when he began the project. Now, about a third of the way through, the fry he'd introduced into the river earlier (or at least the ones that survived notice by the native carp) were growing rapidly, establishing themselves and their territories.

[The river is open for fishing! The fish species Tarrant is aiming for are the following:
  • ayu/sweetfish
  • trout
  • bass
  • catfish
  • whiting
  • croaker
  • freshwater eel
  • minnows and an assortment of small prey fish
They are not all exactly like their Earth analogues, and some may come from alien fish species with unusual colors, fin shapes, habits, or other physical attributes. With every successive generation, however, they will become more and more like their target species in behavior and appearance, barring a few changes to make them better adapted for life in this particular habitat.

Feel free to mess around in the river, fish, or bug Tarrant.]
meat_mooks: (Meanwhile...)
4th-Jan-2012 12:44 pm - Mi Casa Su... no, never mind [Open]
When he'd reached out to the fae before, to the delicate violate tendrils of power that had wound its way into every den and dovecote in the City and the ship at large, Tarrant had momentarily been overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of the place -- indelible impressions left by its inhabitants, by the constructs that maintained the ship's systems...

By a reminder of home.

He stepped off the tram (remarkable invention, that. So very convenient. So very impossible, according to the rules of his own world) and glided through the City streets, one hand resting on the hilt of the slender sword at his belt. And then...

It was Merentha Castle, as he remembered it from Erna -- the mirror twin of his own Keep in the Forest of Jahanna. The white numarble arches and stonework were intact, but he sensed no life from within. No survivors of the Tarrant clan, then, had made their home here. If they were present, they were somewhere in the pods, sleeping and unawares. He was still for a moment, considering his options. But in the end, there was no real dilemma. Like hell was he sleeping in Crew Quarters. That was for peasants okay

He swept his way inside. The Workings would have to be redone, of course. A little project for him. He had the free time.
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