Morphic - Private Thread Curiosity Drove the Wolf
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[Lucario/Steadfast]
[Looking for a yellow scarf (sorta like a PMD scarf)]

Waves crash against the sandy beach. Rocky outcroppings form ramps, however treacherous, along the foreboding cliff faces. And disturbing this natural symphony is none other than a cyan-furred Lucario stepping up to the edge of a cliff, spotting a couple sloping paths in front of him.

Seiro had heard a bit about this place. Apparently some things would occasionally wash up on the shore here, things like scarves and other accessories. And what better place, the Lucario thought, to find such things than here? He tentatively makes his way down one of the rocky slopes, ready to reflexively loose a blast of aura to break his fall should it come to that.
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Arbiter Fenris
MandL27: Seiro
Minor Accessory: Yellow Scarf
Posts: 1/5
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The shoreline is calmer today, the wind milder and the water less abrasive as it crashes down on the sands below. The tide is out at the moment, aiding in the mellow tone in the air as the water recedes away - but it will be back all too soon, to once again cover whatever it has left behind. Wet sand and exposed seashells litter the shoreline without the sea water to mask their presence. The shells glimmer faintly under the sunlight.

As the new visitor stepped out onto the sand, Seiro's paws displace it, the coarse grains sharply jabbing at the paw pads they came into contact with. This place was beautiful, but harsh, just like many of Mautte's locales. Flotsam Bluff was still a place to be wary of. 

As the canine made their way further down the shore, piles of rubble and stone became apparent, piled against the cliffs and scattered over with driftwood. Numerous places for things washed ashore to be found, stuck wedged in any number of places. Any might hold something useful...or something dangerous.
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[Lucario/Steadfast]

The driftwood seems to catch Seiro's eyes, his eyelids fluttering briefly as they seem to evoke a buried, hidden memory. They look familiar, and practical, but...why? The Lucario shakes his head, aura sensors flailing about as he tries to clear his mind and focus on just recovering something from the beach and returning inland.

He hastens his descent along the slope, eager to get down to the beach and take...something. What that something is, he still doesn't know, but perhaps inspiration will strike him as he gazes upon the masses of washed-up objects. Though...despite the terrain posing a challenge, this still seems almost too easy. He glances about, both with his eyes and aura sensors, wanting to make sure no one's lying in ambush.
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Arbiter Fenris
MandL27: Seiro
Minor Accessory: Yellow Scarf
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The beach remains peaceful as its new visitor surveys the area, sea breeze still blowing gently over the dunes. The waves push against the shore in great repetitive heaving movements. The sound of it echoes gently down the coast, with no sign of anything being disturbed. Seiro hits the bottom of the slope with little issue, and finds himself now in the midst of the various piles of scrap and drift, the many bits and tidbits washed up by the ocean's relentless tide over time.

Most appears useless; rotten logs or pieces of things unidentifiable. The driftwood piles, made of ship parts and broken trees and whatever else are most notable, but occasionally smaller things catch the eye. Sea glass poking up from the sand and catching sunlight. Seaweed draped over rocks in impressive patterns. Seashells collecting in empty tide pools. 

Further still down the beach, there is a sudden movement, as wind strikes the sand and cliffs more heavily. It's higher up, and seems to fade away again as the wind leaves. Perhaps the beach itself doesn't hold all the secrets, but the cliff faces as well?
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[Lucario/Steadfast]

Indeed, Seiro was far too focused on looking over the beach for things that he failed to consider that there could be something embedded in a cliff as well. Making a mental note of where he saw that movement, he then turns his attention to the pile of rotted logs, noticing some pieces of unusual and unfamiliar implements lying therein. The Lucario looks over them a bit, curious about what they may have been, but eventually gives up as the pieces are too small or damaged to be recognizable. With that fruitless search finished, his focus returns to where he saw the movement from earlier, making his way to the bottom of the cliff where he saw it. Climbing up this wouldn't be easy, but there doesn't seem to be much of an alternative.
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