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◁ Nikolina ║ Mac ║ Prompt 12 ║ team: squid ▷
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Mac ran to Thatcher, thinking about the fate of humanity, et cetera, et cetera. Mac found him making another crab shrine. “Is.. Is he praying? Wha-” Mac shook his head and slowly walked to him, then tapped his back. “Oh ya?” He said, quickly getting up. “Okay, listen here mister, I know you won’t give me this diamond easily, but you need to understand that our fate, the fate of our kind, lies in this one diamond, by giving it, you are saving me, yourself, your loved ones, this island, and our cruise ship-boat. My good fr- ... Our.. Helper guy, Sharkie, absolutely needs this diamond. So please be so kind to give it, and save all the kalons that exist and ever will exist, because you, my dear mister, are the chosen one, yes, you, you were chosen to collect and be interested in all kinds of beautiful rocks, just for this day, to help save everyone, so I beg of you, with my small hands, to please give this rock and save us from what terrible thing fell on our souls and lives, for the sake of all powerful Master Crabs, I beg of you once more, please, por favor, mister.” Mac started crying and begging, meanwhile Thatcher stared with wide eyes and slowly just gave Mac the diamond “Ya, I won’t lie, ummm, that was so pathetic, I feel sorry for ya... Go.” With teary eyes, Mac takes the diamond, kisses it, and runs back to Shark.

[sicknasty]

"i'll trade him a cool hat for it. what better to show off his love for grabs (god crabs)?"

[Marsh]

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Prompt Twelve - How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?

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Thatcher on first inspection looked like a pretty intimidating guy. The fringe hanging over his eyes made him seem a little too mysterious for Oxford’s liking. Oxford tried to imagine a line running from the back of his head down to his shoulders and to the top of his hips, almost as if those three parts were all pressed against a wall. It was a trick someone had taught him in order to appear more confident even if he wasn’t. Taking a deep breath, he approached the man who was inspecting a small pile of gems. As soon as the guy opened his mouth though, Oxford knew he didn’t have to worry.

“Oh hey you! What can I do ya for?” Thatcher beamed at him from under the long fringe that had initially given Oxford the wrong impression. The magnification on his goggles made his eyes look enormous, like bug’s eyes, and it was quite a funny sight to see.

“Shark sent me to find a diamond?” Oxford replied but it ended up sounding more than a question.

“Aw man, I’m down to my last one and then I’ll have nothin’! If ya want it you’ll have to make it worth my while, you know?”

Oxford sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was not the response he had wanted and Thatcher was definitely being difficult. He could see why, but Oxford had been hoping this would be easier.

“Look Thatcher, I’ve been running around all over this island trying to find machine parts for Shark.” he began to explain and then continued, “I don’t know why Shark wants a diamond, something about needing something hard to reinforce whatever, but he keeps running me around to do his dirty work for him. In fact, his exact words were ‘I don’t want to deal with that, you go ask him about it.’

“I can’t tell why I’ve been sent instead of him because I don’t know. Maybe he finds you intimidating? Maybe he’s just busy? What I do know is that I’m all out of things to trade, in other words, I have nothing valuable to give to anyone anymore - especially in exchange for a diamond - and quite frankly I’m exhausted, so I would really appreciate it if there was any way you could please just let me have the diamond?”

Reluctantly, Thatcher pushed his goggles up and rolled his wheelie chair to a table on the opposite side where he opened a draw and pulled out a substantial diamond. Then, he rolled back towards him and held out the diamond.

“Mad respect, yo. Most people don’t talk to me like that. Stay rad and uhhhh don’t anger our oh so benevolent grabs - that’s god crabs - while you’re around!”

Oxford took it before he could change his mind.

[hiraeth + hound]

How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?

[carpe]

pangurbanka • iris • male • team squid

How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?
He doesn't convince Thatcher, he just straight-up steals from him.

[sentimental]

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Hiking back through the jungle had been a frustrating task to say the very least.
Trying to convince the rabid merfolk to choke up a shiny thing yet again was almost a fruitless one.

Luckily, the mers slept. And ever luckier, Syrilli had learned he was good at surfing, and swimming,
by extension.
Ugh, why'd he have to go and trade for all these damn parts? First with the casino owners (who lived
on the damn ship), then the mers, and now, yet again, he had to trade something to a guy who
seemed pretty happy go-lucky. Guess appearances really can be deceiving.

Why didn't the old mechanic or whoever drove the damn boat give him some money to just
buy the diamond for the missing part ? Now he was stuck out in the water, on a
homemade surfboard, floating over fish-people that were even scarier than sharks, just
to find a shiny piece of (likely garbage) to trade Thatcher for a rock that was worth
no more than $20, to repair a damn industrial sized engine.

In the midst of his angered mutterings, Syrilli caught a glimpse of something sparkling.
Was that a bottle of mer-scales? Isn't that what they used as currency on this island?
Taking a deep breath, Syrilli dove for the money.

And heard the swish of a tail in the water.

Oh hell.

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It was with many scratches and a generally beat up body that Syrilli returned
to Shark's shop with to deliver him the gem.

Glaring at the grisled mechanic, Syrilli dropped the rock unceremoniously
on the counter.

"Please don't ever make me trade with a nutcase from the island again."

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[Vordai]

Zith | Nero | Team Octopi

How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?

Nero hummed for a second, first wondering why everyone thought she was their errand girl when they were sorely mistaken and secondly pondering how she was supposed to get this diamond. Not fairly, of course. The cunning Kalon knew she had a bit of time before she had to bring it back and so, she thought up a plot that would require a bit of help. But, if she could pull it off that gem was totally hers. Convinced, Nero began the first phase which was persuading her oblivious accomplice to help her, but as young as he was it would probably be relatively easy. Once she had, it was a simple wait until they came back with the key to her entire plan.

The wait felt long and tiring despite Nero just standing there and tapping her foot. When her accomplice returned with his prize she could have clapped in her joy- if it wasn't so undignified. It was all set now and she could easily get this stupid diamond. The Nymph made her way to Thatcher, her precious leverage hidden behind her back in a casual fashion. It started off as small talk before the chat came around to the subject of the ship. And it was then that Nero revealed her trap, bringing one of Thatcher's prized gems from behind her back and holding it up so he could see with a smug expression. "Yours, I presume? Simple to get, really. I told the small kit by the tidepools it was a game and he took it for me! I doubt he even fully knew." She laughed and held the gem out towards him in a taunting manner. "So, do you want this back or not? Because if you do, you're giving me that diamond."

Many villagers that day could say the saw the blue jewelled Kalon practically skipping as she made her way back to the ship with a diamond in hand.

[Meduz]

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Trade for a diamond? How the hell was Tris supposed to do that? She'd never had enough money to afford even cubic zirconia, how was she supposed to get a diamond? Tris wasn't even socially confident, why did she have to talk to Thatcher when Shark already knew the guy? Tris was growing really sick of Shark's requests but at this point she'd do anything to get the boat fixed.

A few hours later Tris strutted along the beach front, she had a plan. All this Thatcher guy wanted was to appease the 'crab gods' right? And you know what crabs love? Bacon. They go crazy for the stuff. Honestly, dump a little bit amongst crab filled rocks and they'll be crawling all over the stuff in seconds. Tris felt confident, if she could prove to Thatcher that the 'gods' preferred her 'offering' to his then maybe just maybe he'd give her the gemstone Shark was after.

"Hey," Tris greeted Carter, they'd only known each other a few days and Tris had been bringing him any vaguely gemstone shaped objects she'd been finding. He'd been unimpressed so far, she'd mostly been bringing him seaglass and other worthless bits, but hopefully she finally had something to offer.

"What have you got now?" Carter raised an eyebrow sarcastically, wondering why this random kalon wouldn't stop bringing him junk.

"Look Carter, this will sound crazy but I think I have something the crabs will want more than that diamond you've got there. I'll prove it." Tris threw a small sliver of bacon into a nearby rockpool. Immediately, hundreds of crabs were crawling around snapping at the food.

"Whoa kid! Impressive! The gods love you! Here take today's haul, I'm sure you can find a good use for it.

Tris took the diamond and other gemstones back to Shark. She couldn't wait to get back home to her work.

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[persimmon]

Prompt 12

Although she was initially sad to, Sequoia decided to trade her favorite diamond bracelet to Thatcher, hoping she won't have to trade anything again.

[☆ star child]

su | octopi

How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?

antheia quite frankly has no idea how to get the gemstones from thatcher but she's willing to try if it means she gets to get back onto that cruise ship and get back out to sea. she's starting to get nauseous here on land - landsick, could you ever believe it? - and wants more than everything to feel the boat swaying under her feet on the open seas once more.
so she thinks on it for a while, tries to figure out what someone who spends most of their time worshipping crab gods would like, and then decides and heads over to where he likely is to greet him.
"hey," she calls lightly once she's there, giving him a smile. "how are the crab gods doing today? are they happy with your shrine? listen, i was thinking-" she doesn't even give the poor kal a chance to reply to her question before she's shooting into her explanation, ignoring his slightly off-put look at her ignorance. she's used to those by now. "what if the crab gods really want a song? and a cool dance in their honour, the whole thing sideways like a crab walks. wouldn't that be amazing? special music, special lyrics, special actions. it'll be great entertainment for them. here- you start thinking about it and i'll go round some other kals up to join in. i'll even help figure out the dance and song. but uh, i'll need a diamond. or something. yeah, just a couple of nice tough rocks and - listen, do you want the crab gods to be mad? no? then give me the rock, thatcher. hand it over. let's dance my man, let's rock and roll."
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