2020-04-05 - Echoes of the Past and How to Look Ahead

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A Sailor's Wisdom, The Mercenary's Path

Summary: Urus reflects on those he has left behind while at the beach and winds up in conversation with a nautical figure over the past, present, and future.



Who: Fazbear and Friends, Urus
When: April 5th, 2020
Where: Zeku-Kari Beach


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Zeku-Kari Beach

One of the most peaceful places on Twisted so far is the beach. Vast, crystal-clear waters - seeming to stretch out to eternity - whisper up to meet smooth, cool white sands. There is a street, of sorts, although it ends quickly in the grassy hill that leads down to the water. A small church squats here, with full windows and even a little tower with a bell, though it may not ring often. Down to the east, closer to the water, is a dockside with a rundown shack. The dock is safe enough, not yet stained nor eaten away by salt water, though the shack certainly looks like it's seen better days.


Urus is here on the beach. the hyena human hybrid looking out over the morning sunrise. his gun is behind his back, though loaded and ready, his top bare while his bottom half is covered in his usual cargo pants. scars populate his arms, chest and a bit of his face. his eyes looking out over the water. "well... I hope you all are safe..." he says reminising about those he left behind.

"Not what most people say to mateys lost at sea," comes a comment from not too far away. A tall humanoid vulpine wearing a tricorn hat sporting the Jolly Roger and a blue naval coat slowly walks close to where the surf meets land. The addition of an eye patch and a prsothetic hook for a right hand certainly completes the look, but the other hand and even the feet appear to be metal prosthetics, too. The fox's gaze is centered on the water, although a slight glance to Urus is given briefly as if inquiring further without words.

Urus, unlike his new counterpart is completely organic, he turns though curiously. "Not lost, just very far away," he admits, though he is supprised to see anything slightly like him, as he did with Alden. "Have not seen you around? You new or have we simply not met?" His voice is also paved with a decently thick russian accent so the pirate fox is not the only one with an interesting speech pattern.

The fox's metal left hand clasps behind the base of the hook behind his back and seems relaxed enough. The beach tends to have that effect on many folks, though some more than others. "Ye've never heard o' me? Cap'n Foxy and his ragtag band adventurin' about in search o' fine company and merry times?" Most would say 'captain and crew' rather than band, but that works? "Aye, we've all been around for quite some time. Suppose the tide brought us together for a meetin', arr." There's a slightly pause before this Captain fellow looses his hand and gestures with his hook. "But mayhaps I've seen ye around. Before. A different shore, may it be, but me memory is as fuzzy as me mug." A shrug follows along with a very faint curling of the inner corners of his muzzle-maw.

Urus shakes his head. "I would think I would have remembered you," he says; hard to forget a pirate fox. "Well, fine company I'm not much of and I'm sorry to say I'm not in the best of moods so... you're probably best looking elsewhere," he admits, the hyena shifing his paws and digging his toes into the sand a bit as he stretches a shoulder. "Suppose it did," he mimics. "There plenty like us, the fuzzy folk?" he says with a slight smirk and suppressed laugh.

"Like two vessels adrift in th' sea, each busy, with only a glimpse between, lad, it be not always a matter of remembering flown colors, aye? Still, ye be better company than th' bear; I be sure of it." There's something off about the fox, like reality trying too hard and somehow managing to succeed. Foxy's face scrunches lightly in thought. "As for numbers? Aye. There be a healthy mix, as vibrant as the creatures o' th' sea. Ye be sure t' find more than just the fuzz and fluff what be different, mind." The one-eyed fox casts his gaze higher, up above the water, to the sky for quiet reflection.

Urus actually smiles a bit. "Bear hunh, well sounds like I'm not alone after all," he says. "Between you and him, that is." though he does notice somthing off but cant put his finger on it exactly. "Right, I understand that much, but there is no one like me in my world so any similar faces to mine are a happy sight," he admits. "You must have been raised aboartd the most steryotypical pirate ship known to man if your talking like that without thinking..." he says

"Be that as it may, lad," responds the fox without a single shred of defensiveness regarding the observation. "I be a pirate, through and through, and there be few greater loves than that o' th' sea, but there be more to th' life o' being such a celebrity than sailing. Why, it be fair reckoning that there be no end to adventure." A few very heavy steps are taken. While it may not be the most apparent, the displacement of the white sand from each metal footfall is telling. This brings the fox just a tiny bit closer to his conversational partner, but with respectufl distance held still. "There be many paths to take. Are ye sure ye be unable to find yer mateys left behind?" While the tone is clearly aiming to instill consolation and confidence, there is still an underlying tone of concern.

Urus nods. "If you are happy with it who am I to say otherwise." he says. "I've been on my own 'sea' and it gets a bit lonely out there but by your previous comments your crew is a good bunch," he states shrugging and pacing a bit closer, he honestly at this point couldnt care less if the fox is truly real or not; he's being a good companion. "I'm sure, I've sailed one two many seas and they..." he smirks and shakes his head as he tries: "They be too far away for a man without a vessel," imitating the fox.

The vulpine figure is in no rush to lower his face from the seeming heavens above even upon approach. If one word could be used to sum up the fox's demeanor, 'chill' would certainly suffice. While his features contain wear and tear, he may not seem to have the same level of grunge and ill-repute that most would attribute to dread pirates of the sea. One of those large ears swivels in place before the self-proclaimed captain turns at the waist to face Urus more directly. "Mm? I know a thing or two about losing something I be unable to find despite me best efforts. Still, if finding that which is dear t' ye be a noble goal, then set that as a destination of which to guide yer course. One thing I can say from me time as a sailor, lad, is that the destination ye choose may guide ye rudder and sail, but it be the spots ye find along th' way that be most important."

Extending his right arm, the naval-dressed nautical figure offers a very metal and very dangerously pointy hook, possibly for a handshake? "Captain Foxy," he says in formal introduction with a bit clearer enunciation because of it.

Urus takes the hook without hesitation, firm grasp to shake though aware of the pointy end. "Urus Deravin." He nods. "You are right, there are plenty of things and people Ive seen that have made alot of this worth it, but in time I'm worried about losing them too. That I could eventually be the cause of their suffering," he blathers on with the animatronic fox having no idea what he's on about. "But nevertheless I'm lost at sea, you have a crew, what's your destination if I may ask?"

Obviously the fox has no displayed grip strength with a hook, but there is a strength and firm resistance behind that arm that may seem odd compared to his build, even if he is taller than the average human. "Me, the lads, and the one lass simply wander, moving where the winds take us, following the calling of need or opportunity. There be...a longing, I suppose ye might say; a longing for home, or the sense of home, which has after all this time adrift become lost to us. Will we find what we seek?"

There's a pause and the fox offers some direct eye contact. Something is off about it, of course, but not in the same way as the rest of the fox. Any amount of empathy would allow somebody to see great sadness deep within. "I can't say. It be beyond knowing. Doesn't mean it be unfit to be a goal, aye?" Foxy offers a grin to offset the gloom; many of teeth are gold-capped. "Fortune favors th' bold and bold ye must be to man th' helm. Waters be treacherous, crewmen come and go, ye may not visit th' same island twice."

"Can ye take th' wheel...Urus?" Very direct question.

Urus understands that feeling all too well, and there is a sense of understanding in his face as the fox tells him his story. "I understand, I too have been adrift too long and I have many homes but some not in the same way," he says. "Split between places." The hyena rubs the back of his head when asksed, he's lost himself and yet he's being asked to lead a party. "Well, I can certainly give it my all." he says.

"Arr!" exclaims the fox in piratical jubilation. "That's what I like t' hear, lad," he states with a confident clench of his robotic left hand in the air. "Ye grab that wheel and ye set sail and ye keep her steady, but be not afraid to make stops along th' way. Yarr ha ha ha har." That hook points at Urus while the fox tries to share some courage and confidence aiming for some level of charismatic infection. "Take a look where ye be. Ask yerself, lad, do this be yer destination? This where ye aim to be? If so, fantastic! Ye made it. If not? Well, Bloody Marinara, don't lose sight o' what ye want."

Captain Foxy leans forward a bit to half-whisper, "And I should know a thing or two about that, bet ye be thinking, what with the eye patch and all, aye?"

Urus jumps slightly at the sudden excitement. "I won't hesitate thanks," he says. Who knew that children's pirate animatronics made decent shrinks...yet regardless the hyena smiles back. "Not close, but... best advice I've heard all month," he admits as he claps the fox on the back with a chuckle. Bloody marinara, thats a new curse. "I try not to pry into those but, sure why is it with the patch?" he asks.

In every manner of conspiratorial motion ever, the pirate has a good look to the left and then to the right in the most exaggerated way possible to make sure nobody else is around before leaning in a bit closer (probably at great risk of invading even the most lenient definitions of personal space) as he reaches for his face with his hook and deftly lifts the patch to show that he has a perfectly good eye underneath it. "Aye, ye don't be in the know, as most, so I'll tell ye a secret," he voices with great articulation of the mouth amidst a scandalous tone of voice. "We sailors use a patch to keep one eye adjusted to th' dark for when we venture below deck out o' th' harsh blistering sunlight." Of course, that serves no practical purpose presently, but...

Urus considers the new info, the closeness is a bit weird but fine he's not afraid of contact. "You know, that would have been really good to know alot earlier in life, that would have helped so much in some of my contracts..." he admits. Being a mercenary, boarding actions are common and there have been plenty of times where some help with the light, or lack of, would have been helpful. "So, Captain, where is the rest of your crew?"

"Scattered around th' city." It's a sober answer to follow the ready excitement already shown. "Arr, but always happy to make others honorary pirates be that something they wish. Maybe ye'd like a hat or something, lad? Although it sounds like ye'd prefer a patch o' yer own. For future adventures, maybe?" The fox takes a moment to look over his person, face scrunched in thought, as he has no easy way to dispense a gift at this moment in time. "Hmm. I may have to get back to ye on that. I seem to be in short supply at th' moment." He's funny! Wait, unless he's actually serious?

"I take it ye be newly arrived yerself from distant shor-?" asks the sailor before stopping himself as if suddenly realizing that it's not the best question to ask, chalked up to strange inclination or the whisper from some metaphysical muse. Instead, Foxy changes to, "That city be incredible in size compared to here, yarr, but the waters here be more turbulent. And -that- be a metaphor, lad." 'That' city? Odd, it's like he's not talking about Twisted, or 'Mabase' for clearer, modern, specific reference.

"I didnt know there was a club I had to join, next time someone calls me one I'll tell them Captain Foxy sent me," Urus chuckles, this doing wonders for his mental health. "Recent re-arrival, not my choice but happened," he states. "Well, I would be happy to help you find them if you need," he says sniffing the air, he can find a rotten carcass from a mile away, whatever sort of bear it is shouldnt be difficult to find he figures...

"Arr ha ha ha ha ha ha har. No need for that. We have a way of finding one another exactly when we need to. And sometimes when we don't." It's a cute thing to say, maybe, but it's entirely true to the eerie level that such a notion suggests. The breeze from the sea flutters the naval coat and the steadily rising tide begins to lap at the fox's metal toes (for as real as they seem to be given circumstances fits oddly well with the uncanny pirate captain enjoying it). "Me? I'm here now because this be where my heading took me.

"But this be yer beach. Here. Now. A stop by a familiar island far in a sea of uncertainty, swept about by unruly currents and betraying gales, allows a moment of respite, aye? So. Urus. What be the one thing ye can do here that ye want to do th' most now that ye be Here and not There? Top o' yer head, first thing, matey." Metal fingers can't snap, yet somehow, when the fox follows through with the gesture, there is a clear snapping noise to be heard.

Urus nods. "Spending time with friends," he states aloud. He furrows his brow as he impulsively said that. "I mean..." Well, so much for tough hyena guy, hunh. "Yeah, I had family but I never got to relax more than a minute," he states with a shift of his weight.

There is sweeping gesture from the nautical fox as he turns on his heels with a billowing flap of his coat, left arm extended fully while his hook rests against his chest, presenting the city as it stands opposite the border to the endless sea in all it's contrariwise reflection of soothing calm. This whipping around in motion upsets the hat on his head and it begins to tumble off, but the hook is quick to catch it to hold it against his chest, as well. Showmanship.

"Then, as I be sayin', don't spend yer time here when ye could be doing exactly what ye want. If yer mateys afar be true to ye, they wouldn't want ye betraying yer heart for th' sake o' solitude...even if th' sea be a mighty beautiful thing." What can only be described as a powersigh follows Foxy's words. He also holds the pose throughout, waiting. That was good, wasn't it? He thinks that came off really smooth.

Showmanship indeed. The fox definitely makes a mark. The hyena stands close and looks out at the city as the fox does. "You're right, but I would be remiss not to at least remember those I left behind," he admits. The hyena stands up a bit straighter. "Captain, if you'll allow, I would like to meet your crew, and if you are the captain maybe I'll join your band of merry misfits," he says. Admittedly the fox's speech has just netted him a first mate, though the hyena has no clue that the animatronics are likely much more tame than he's bargaining for violence wise.

Join the band? If honorary pirate is a thing then honorary band member has to be a thing, too. "A meeting can be managed, though maybe not just today, lad. The-" Foxy pauses suddenly to think about what he says before he actually says it with a scrunching of canine upper lips in comical expression. "Some things be needin' discussing first. Ye may not be aware, Urus, but pirates are truly free, aye? We operate by democracy, use voting -- every pirate has a voice." Foxy replaces his hat atop his head and lifts his eye patch once more to have a shifty-eyed glance about. "We'll figure something out, matey." He drops the patch back into place and uses his left hand to push an imaginary tack into the air. "Boop! Ye've got yerself another stop on yer heading to yer destination. Until ye get there, the city be yours, Urus! Ha ha har, I be knowing how to share."



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