i'm observing...!
username: Griff
day: 2
goob:
Grim observing: Close
interaction: Reaching out!
ingredients: N/A
Grim had founded SPOOKI with the intent of helping all goobies and creatures, no matter what form or strange situations they found themselves in. It was why, now, he found himself walking up closer towards the spicimen. The scientist who had helped usher him in... Rune was it? He remembered Rune's clear warning. Do not get close to it. And yet... he found it difficult to keep his distance. It resembled a warped baby goo, like a goo that had too much well, goo and could not form itself properly. If one squinted, or tilted their head in a certain way... it seemed to have eyes. Was it just him being hopeful? His logical imagination filling in the blanks? Trying to make sense of well... everything?
He inhaled deeply. He could almost feel the hands of Sunny and Chase on his shoulders. They had only oh so recently met... yet he felt so close to them. He knows, if they could, they would be right here encouraging him on. Well, he reckoned, they technically were here. They were just... sleeping. Were they dreaming? He hoped so.
His gaze lifted to the creature again. Did this creature dream, or had it been leaked from the things dreams were created from? Maybe even it did not know. There was one way to find out wasn't there? Right, he could do this. It very well could be a victim, a creature in need.. it didn't have to be the enemy. He walked up, bowing his head a slight before looking straight at it.
"Hello. My name is Grim," he spoke. "I... I am a friend. Or I'd like to be." He extends a hand towards the creature, before remembering what he knew of the god of stars whose banishment had started this whole mess. So he gave a soft but hopeful word. A single word that he wondered if it would hold meaning to the tiny creature, if it could even hear.
"...Honk?" (330)
goob:
Davey Jones observing: Far
interaction: Seeing if it can see or hear...
ingredients: N/A
He must be getting old and stupidly sentimental. He should not be messing with any of this. He should have returned home, the Knight of Sharks was not one of his own. The rest were not even pirates! He merely tolerated their presence in his waters. At least, that is what he told himself. Or tried to. The truth was, despite it all... he cared. He still cared for all of them. Blast. He really wanted to hate the agels for what they had done, all those ages ago. They had nearly taken his eye. They had taken his family, his crew. And yet...
He remembered Gooish. How... welcoming the agels of this modern world had been. He remembered when he had surfaced, seeing the diabs working so hard to rescue their fallen friends, family. He didn;t like it. The agels would hurt them all again. Could they not see that? They did not remember the spears, the looks, the magic... he did. He remembered the final battle he had fought on short, when he was the world's first and finest captain (in his own mind at least) and how they had cast him into the depths without a second look. Cast down by one he had considered a friend. An ally. A first mate, even. Perhaps more.
It was why he was cautious, kept his distance. It was strange, walking amongst the surface with his own kind again. A feeling he had missed. He glides upon the ground, stopping a safe distance from the contained creature before him. What was it? He found himself trying a few things first. Could it see? He started off by moving a single tentacle in the air before it. Back, forth. Back, forth. Then he tried to make small shapes with his many tentacles. A goobie. A fish. A seahorse. Using the lighting nearby, he made shapes with the shadows. And last he tried sign language
But never, ever, did he get close to it. These agels... were they worth a possible death to rescue? That had yet to be seen. (349)
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