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Post by Wakana Waka on Jul 25, 2020 1:06:39 GMT -8
Fishing Line: wc45AQT71d100Condition: 1d26 School of Fish: 1d10 So sunny, so warm… ah, it’d be such a waste to spend a day like this fussing around. Better to just relax… …but, maybe she’d relaxed too much, or so Waka considered as she rubbed her eyes. The sun was already dipping in the sky, and she’d only caught one fish! And said fish was still frying next to her… mm, she couldn’t help but just lay about on such a nice day, especially in the South. She wasn’t the competitive type anyway, but she felt almost a tiny bit guilty signing up when all she was gonna do was cook her own lunch and snooze rather than actually try and keep up. Though, judging by some of the ridiculous catches she’d heard the compares talk about, maybe that was for the best… She’d really bungled her chances by going for a net rather than a proper fishing line. She hoped she’d catch a whole heap with it rather than picking them off one-by-one with a rod, but man… she’d gotten her hopes too high. As if there were going to be many fish swimming around near the coast while a fishing competition was on! Even though she’d slunk far down the shoreline before hitting the waves, she’d had almost zero luck. Ah, maybe picking the tool that required the least effort was a bad move, too… But hey. Free yacht trip, even if it’d been obnoxiously noisy. The food was cheap stuff, unsurprisingly, but a meal was a meal! Mm, she could get used to that sort of thing… she liked living alone, but maybe being a treated like a princess now and then would be nice… Her fantasies had to wait, though, as water splashed on her face – bah, was it another punk with a jetski again?! That was the third time! Riled up and rowdy, the lazy fox finally sat up, only to be met with no such company… instead, her net was making the ruckus; swaying roughly in spite of the calm water. She barely grabbed on in time, before it was swept away… she could feel it losing weight, too, so she’d better…! With a huff of exertion and a grand tug, Waka hauled the net aboard – a whole school? Err, well, half a school. One third of a school. Less… ah, and so tiny, too. The fox’s ears sunk as she glared at the flitting fish atop her tiny canoe. They were barely fish fingers…! Ugh, this really had been a waste of time. No, but, they were scoring based on quantity, right? So even this might be good – ”This just in – one of the contenders has dove straight in and hauled their fish aboard by hand! We’re talking – ten? Twenty? Place your bets, but I’m saying forty plus –!“A click of a switch silenced the voice. She liked radio, but… she’d pass on that for now. Glancing at her miserable catch, and at the sunny skies, Waka lay back down – she’d place her bets on something safer. Oh well… at least she hadn’t gotten soaked or slandered. A vacation was better than any flimsy trophy, anyway… [524] 1d100·1d26·1d10
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Post by Zaru on Aug 5, 2020 7:57:37 GMT -8
Fishing Line: paZ4wHgi1d100
Condition: 1d26
What did he know about fishing, anyway?
Zaru looked more peeved off than usual at the fishing tournament, though looking at him, one would assume that he was upset to be here. Although that was part of it - the fact that he was tricked to come here still fresh in his mind thanks to his cousin Lina, it was more that he had no idea what he was doing. It was embarrassing, how could it not be? He'd never been at a tournament unsure as to whether or not he had a chance at winning, he always did. Yet, with this? How could he have any idea? He stared down at the water as he idly held the fishing rod, feeling insecure about even the way he stood.
Perhaps there was a stance to it. Yeah, maybe that was it. He slyly took mental notes, watching other competitors and how they stood, how they reacted when they caught something. He tried to copy them, keeping a straight back and watching at all times. While others found this relaxing, he was more tense than he was sure he was going to be whenever the next Budokai Tenkaichi came around. He had to find out a way to get his cousin back for this. There had ot be some bodybuilding competition he could anonymously enter her into. For now, his revenge was the fact that he was going to make a good showing at this tournament, whether it was martial arts or fishing.
WC: 251 Current Power Level: 32,084
1d100·1d26
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Post by Emargine "Azure" Cerola on Aug 6, 2020 5:38:58 GMT -8
Fishing Line: TUs5te3z1d100
Condition: 1d26
Dumbo Octopus: 1d12
"Y'know, Hoss, I had no idea you were inta fishin'!" Sporting a matching pink bucket hat, sunglasses, and a splatter of terminal tackle pinned to her vest, Major Carnation gazed out at the crystal clear blue water surrounding their SURC boat. Auxiliaries manned the craft, stationed and ready in case things got unexpectedly violent. "I was surprised ya done just got up and told everyone you were goin on short leave."
"Let's just say it was something I did when I was little..." The General had switched out her uniform for some variant more suited to the sport of angling. "It's a short reprieve we have before our next mission." The filming might have been done, but according to the Major, post-production might call them back in for some reshoots or the like. In the meantime, they were stationed outside West City with nothing to do.
What did General Cerola know about fishing, anyway? Quite a bit, actually. One of the number of things she learned to do before being shipped off to Yarvind Military Academy in the temperate regions was ice fishing in the arctic settlements, where she was raised. Not that she was able to busy herself with fishing after her career began, but during this particular time, she was feeling the pull, after reading about it online.
The opportunity to try and sample the challenges of this world's competitive fishing.
"Musta been some really cold water fish up there, then."
Cerola wound up, and cast her line. "Polar Pollock is still some of the best seafood I've had," she mused as the lure hit the water and sank deep. "But you need to grow it freely in arctic water. Fish farms won't do."
These were of course, private concerns, rather than ones she'd brought up to ISLET. If her mind actually reflected her little body at the time before she left the Command Centre, she would have complained about it endlessly.
The wait was for a few minutes, before something began tugging on the line. Something big. Cerola yanked the rod and snapped the line tight. Reeled back. The pull of the big thing was so powerful that even the reinforced line felt like it would snap. That just wouldn't do. But whatever this was simply would not give up the ghost.
"Looks like a real whopper, Hoss." Carnation whistled in awe.
Well, she wasn't about to let such a thing go. "One that won't get away." Her eyes locked on to the line in the water. From there, her mind's eye followed the line all the way down into the blue, landing upon a large silhouette. By no means something that would drag their boat aside, but a worthy catch regardless. The line stopped abruptly as psionic energies held it in place. This catch would go no further.
Cerola began to reel it in. Despite the resistance, the psionics greatly reinforced the line, as well as the simple mechanics of the pulley and her hold on the rod, as she wrestled with the whopper. Now, the odds were even. The struggle would last for an hour. She only wanted to even the odds, rather than rely on these powers to bring the fish home. And so did such a fight tire out this beast, which she eventually managed to reel in completely.
It was twice as tall as she was, with lots of shapes writhing in its abdomen. A quick kick forced it to cough up its contents, which, as it turned out, was an entire school of fish, as well as a rather large, sapient, speaking octopus. After giving them its thanks and introducing itself, it pointed them in the direction of another fishing spot, where they could catch some more before the time ran out.
At the end of the day, there was only one real way to describe this incident.
"That was... surreal."
"The super whopper or the talkin inkie?"
Cerola turned to her adjutant, and said blankly, "All of it."
WC: 6681d100·1d26·1d12
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Post by Konja of Clan Korm on Aug 6, 2020 5:47:38 GMT -8
Fishing Line: Tf0KQgvF1d100
Condition: 1d26
School of Fish: 1d10
One of the few delights with water available to one who grew up in the Saiyan Badlands of Planet Plant - aside from the actual joy of finding that there was water in the well for the day - were the annual fishing trips to a number of oases of varying distance from the village. There, Konja could really let herself go and dive in to grab a large, delicious catch. The water was fresh, clear, and cool.
A truly wonderful contrast compared to the village well.
Unfortunately, the water that covered most of this planet might have been clear and cool, but it was anything but fresh. She still recalled that horrible time when she first saw the ocean and jumped into it, the sting of the salt in her eyes. It was terrible.
Fortunately, Cayle had already figured out a solution early on, and had given her an Earthling implement called "goggles", which kept her eyes protected while under water. Since that time they helped out a local fishing company, Konja had learned to enjoy the fishing scene here on Earth. For one, the bigger water meant the fish could grow much bigger than even the largest catch in the oasis.
For another, it meant they could fish as often as they wanted, given just how many big fish there were out there. No need to rotate oases every year to let the fingerlings grow to a larger size. This was one of the simple pleasures in life, between training, minding a budding little new yam farm on Ensalada, and rescuing more of her people from the Tuffles...
This tournament was no different from her usual dives, but it was a key point, rather than an option, to catch the biggest, baddest thing she could find down there.
Which was much easier to do, given all the training she had done since arriving here.
Before the time ran out, Konja had caught a reasonably large beast, with a belly full of even more fish. It didn't exactly bring home the victory, but they would at least be a delicious defeat. If anything, this would just inspire her to see what was possible in the world for fishing, and aim for catching even greater sea monsters than she already did.
Truly, a mind-expanding experience.
WC: 3831d100·1d26·1d10
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Post by zer0gravitea on Aug 6, 2020 13:47:31 GMT -8
Fishing Line: 0ztBlzcB1d100
Condition: 1d26
Today, Amara was fishing. Normally, she didn’t particularly enjoy the mundane acts of catching her food, as it was such a common part of daily life in her timeline that it had started to become rather tedious. Sure, it was easy enough to do given her relative speed and strength, but… everything was so much more leisurely in the past! Whether restaurants bringing you food for simple paper money or the very act of fishing itself, with a pole and a comfortable seat- it was all more enjoyable.
Suddenly, she felt a tugging at the end of her pole-- a bite! With considerable effort, Amara managed to resist the urge to simply yank the poor fish out of the water and instead used the pole as it was meant to be used: by reeling the fish in… slowly. Even that part was too damn lethargic, it was almost like the people of the past couldn’t even be bothered to work even a little for their food! Yet, when she pulled up her prize… it was little more than a sponge with a starfish attached to it. Both rather inedible- and believe her, she’s tried both.
wc: 198
PL: 35,8111d100·1d26
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Post by Kiryu on Aug 6, 2020 14:59:29 GMT -8
Fishing Line: 64i5nwUp1d100
Condition: 1d26
Line snap: 1d6
Well, at least it's getting me out of the house.
Of course, for Kiryu Miyazawa, self styled battle wizard and most recent occupant, along with his closest allies, of the mystical prison they had taken to calling Aegis, 'the house' was a prison for fallen gods and monsters from beyond time. So it was that his mind wandered, wondering when next he would have to call forth his arcane skills in defense of the world he loved so dearly. He sat alone, on a patch of shore with a conjured chair and cooler full of his favorite beer. He wore a wide brimmed straw hat to ward off the rays of the sun and sang softly to himself, more often gazing out over the calm waters and looking into the clear sky than paying any sort of attention to his line.
Which was probably why, when he felt a tug and absently tried to reel in his catch, the line snapped.
Kiryu's brow furrowed in annoyance, and with a few muttered words of power, he repaired the frayed wire and once again cast his line out into the water.
Today, after all, was about Kiryu relaxing more than anything else.
WC=200
Base PL: 55,3451d100·1d26·1d6
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Post by Tolvur-Q12 on Aug 25, 2020 9:00:01 GMT -8
Fish caught: 359SUxAf1d100
Condition: 1d26
Shool of fish: 1d10
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Upon entering the southern lands there were a few things he wanted to do, including visiting his birthplace among other things in the hopes of finishing that part of his story. The other, more obscure reason was money and power. He'd heard people talk and it seemed those two went hand in hand, so maybe..
It was that thought ''maybe'' that got him where he was now, on top of a rock dangling above a lake. Seems there was also money to be made when it came to fishing and well, where there was money there was power. Bryce had already amassed a great deal of wealth, but despite being a monk, or having been a monk, he found that greed overtook him. That and the fact that this fishing deal was kind of calming, almost like his farm did. Seemed like fishing was a new passtime for him.
But there was one thing he didn't like about this all - the fish. They kept biting and biting, like a mosquito out for blood. Bryce kept reeling them in and placing them in a bucket placed behind him, a bucket that quickly filled up to the brim with fish.
Aside from the work behind this alleged calming endeavor, he supposed he wouldn't go hungry for a while to come. As long as they didn't take his fish as proof.
============================ WC: 228 PL: 51,0811d100·1d26·1d10
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Post by Anise Tea on Aug 28, 2020 12:45:32 GMT -8
Fish zFDRkfZd1d100 Condition 1d26
Anise had been curious, watching all of these people come to this..event to do what, fish? To then see her mother do it, she had to give it a go. she started for a fishing rod, in which was fast strides to her, was clumsily crawling to others, towards the rod. once she got her hands on it..'too big'.. she thought, wishing she was in her giant form but, it didn't matter, she grabbed it with both her tiny hands and dragged it to the water the best she could. bringing her arms over her shoulder she pushes her small tiny feet on the ground, stumbling on the path of her mothers foot prints. slowly trudging closer to the water she brings her arms down, dragging the rod closer to her chest, she whips are small arms back and yanks them forward with as much strength she can muster in her small body...waiting...waiting, UNTIL!! Anise hooks a blue kinto-Un and a flying Nimbus..She thought it was impressive, she had fished, not matter the catch, she overcame a challenge and she got to the water, she fished.
1d100·1d26
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