The Mystery Island Rendezvous [CLOSED] (518 views)

[Maddie]

The moment Isa bound off the boat and hit the sand, he took a deep breathe and fanned his paws towards his snout, drawing in the fresh island air. "Aaaah! Don't you just love that humidity, Roboko?" he sighed, directing his attention to the small child trailing behind him. "The air is just so-!" he inhaled again. "-thick and moist! Practically sticks to your lungs, eh?"

Roboko walked down the boat ramp and caught up with Isa; her face looked significantly less excited than his. "Lungs? The robot has no organs, piko," she replied in a dry tone, clinging to the back of his legs. "'Humid' has no meaning to me. Are those one of those 'adjectives' you fleshies use?"

"Yes, it is!" Isa chuckled, entertaining her charade. "Why don't you record how this air feels in your sensory log so you can define humidity in the future?"

Roboko nodded, pleased. "Rodger, big brother. Recording..."

While his little niece was busy "scanning" the air, Isa guided her towards the heart of island, utilizing his mage staff as a walking stick. "Ah, I just love Mystery Island," he mused aloud to himself, brushing a lock of gummy worm from his face. "The luscious forests! The foreboding atmosphere! The ancient history! And the promise of thrills at every corner! Even the name gives me goosebumps! MYSTERY! Oh Mr. Mystery island, what dangers await me within your dense woodland borders?"

Roboko walked closer to Isa and looked around cautiously. "Dangers, piko? Are these dangers also dangerous for robots?" she asked with a hint of concern.

Noticing this, Isa decided to tease her about it. "Oh yes! Rumors say a race of savages inhabit this island, Roboko," he explained, crouching slightly as if he were sharing a secret with her. "Some even say there are cannibals!"

Roboko appeared to relax. "Roboko is safe then, piko. The robot has no flesh to eat."

"Oh but you must not forget, sis!" Isa continued, determined to spook her a little. "These savage races are primitive, and likely have a fear of technology! What will they think when they witness a fully functional robot for the first time?"

The little silver kacheek swallowed, but answered in her usual monotone, "The robot cannot understand the thoughts of others."

Isa laughed and accepted his defeat. Pushing a long-hanging palm branch from their path, he said, "Well, you're likely to frighten them. So for your safety, big brother Isa will have to interrogate any islanders we encounter." Stroking his chin with a wily smile, he murmured, "Especially the ones who walk around wearing nothing but loin clothes. Heh..." Realizing how sketchy that might sound, he added, louder, "I hear those islanders are the most savage, Roboko! Don't even have the decency to wear clothes."

Thankfully, Roboko had no suspicions and nodded in agreement. "The robot accepts your concern, even though she cannot appreciate it. I have no emotions, piko."

[DentonClone]

Sometimes Kai let his boundless curiosity get in the way of a few important concepts like good judgement and common sense. Traveling thousands of miles away from home with little more than his satchel and cloak, wearing a loincloth made from bits of said cloak, and of course dangling high up from a tree branch in the middle of the Mystery Island jungle to go after an interesting-looking flower can all be blamed on living in the here and now a little too much.

With the gold and blue petaled flower safely pressed in his leather bound journal, the kougra unwrapped his legs from around the branch and started the slow climb down. "Can't wait to ask around. Might be medicine! Or just cooking herb..." A loud crack echoed throughout the jungle that makes him freeze and go wide-eyed. "That... not good." As scrawny as Kai was, the spindly tree limb he was perched on just couldn't wait until its passenger had gotten off before giving way, sending him tumbling to the underbrush.

[Maddie]

Isa whipped his head around, roused by the sound of a crack. Judging by how loud it was, it must not have been very far away. "Did you hear that?" he asked, swerving in the direction of the sound and inadvertently pulling Roboko along with him.

Roboko did not object to said dragging. "No," she replied flatly even though she actually heard it. Isa was too focused on finding the source of the noise to notice her attempt at pestering him.

The sound of a heavy thud soon followed, which only fueled Isa's curiosity more. "And another! It must mean something!" he exclaimed, picking up his pace. "Such a peculiar sound, on such a calm and seemingly average day! What has the world in store for me today? If it be a trick, let it be! But I will not stop until I uncover the truth! Do not dawdle, Roboko! The source must have come from that tree yonder!"

"Ah," Roboko responded, unable to give much input. She couldn't really understand him when he got like this.

Charging into the forest, Isa began to search for where the crack and thud may have come from. He was not entirely sure what could have caused the sound, but if someone needed his help, he would offer it. Normally, a sound like that was not a good thing.

[DentonClone]

Well that could have gone a whole lot worse. Though Kai laid in the underbrush scraped and bruised the thick foliage broke his fall nicely, leaving him relatively unharmed. With some grunting and wincing he managed to get back up on his feet and dust some of the twigs and leaves from his fur. Thankfully his satchel was unmarred. He'd have hated to lose that flower he'd risked life and limb on a whim for.

Before the slightly frazzled kougra could take stock of himself his ears perked up at the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps as someone charged through the trees. In the distance he could make out a neo that was the most alarming shade of green and... jiggling? Now his curiousity was ignited all over again. With one arm clutching his bag he ran towards whoever it could be, eager to meet someone so strange.

[Maddie]

Shortly after Isa, too, perceived someone running towards him in the distance. He continued his pursuit, interpreting this reciprocation as a call for help. “Is something wrong?” the kacheek shouted as he got closer. Even this close, it was hard to judge Isa’s appearance with the sunlight bouncing from his reflective body.

Meanwhile, Roboko was toddling behind, her costume making it hard to run. The underbrush was not helping, either.