Grimm's NPC Missions

Etrioh had been dragging his fishing catch of the day to his makeshift home when he remembered the promise he had made earlier to one such Damazi. She was a meowler.. breeder? From what he had gathered. Those large and fuzzy beasts were a bit.. intimidating to such a small blob such as himself. Though they were still.. oddly cute. So how could he refuse such a simple request to go and catch some fish for her to feed to the beasts? Of course Etrioh was a little torn now that he had thought about it.. he really wanted to have a good snack today after all that fishing. And for that matter he only really caught nine fish today- not the ten that she requested. He had a couple more fish at home didn't he? Well, he at least knew he had his Erisfish that he had kept there. And perhaps just one other that he hadn't gotten around to eating yet. Which would mean.. Well- he'd just have to have his Erisfish as a snack. No way around it really- he didn't want to disappoint anybody. 

So off he went- dragging his bucket of nine fish just to grab the last Dyeliner fish that he had yet to eat. He shot the Erisfish swimming around in a small bowl he had fashioned a hungry look before he continued on his quest. After all- he had to drag this bucket of now ten fish all the way from his self-proclaimed forest home all the way to meowler dens. This was gonna be a long and exhausting trip for such a baby blobbling such as Etrioh. He wasn't even fully sure why he was helping really- perhaps it was just because he didn't want to make any enemies so soon? Perhaps it was because she had asked him so nicely. Either way.. he just hoped she appreciated all this effort he was putting in for her. This was a lot of trouble just for some fish.. hey- maybe she'd allow him to take a Meowler home now that he thought about it? That thought put him in a much better mood. 

Etrioh hadn't really been keeping track of the time by any means- but either way it felt like an eternity as he finally with a tired huff dragged the fish bucket up to the Damazi's pen. He was tempted to just leave the bucket there.. let Damazi or whatever blobbling find the fish he had left. Though.. of course there was always the possibility they would steal credit for his catch couldn't they? Making up his mind Etrioh managed to summon the energy to let out a loud shout to, hopefully, get Damazi's attention anyways. " I brought your fish! " Well there we go. Problem solved. He brought Damazi her fish.. and now- he could take a well deserved break. It wasn't beyond him to take a nap right then and there.. he was a tired blob after all. 

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Alistair; Librarian's Mini Mission; November 2022

A state of cleanliness

Alistair glanced at the broom stuffed into his hands before glancing around the library as a whole. Perhaps he should be flattered, or perhaps not. He had been spending some time in the library as of late in hopes to see Dioscuri. He did suppose he attribute to some of the mess. Uneaten foods, dirt and sand being tracked in by unclean paws and feet- even books littered all of the floor. Seriously! He couldn't even take a step without nudging some poor book that either got discarded or fell off of the shelves. He doubted the broom alone could fix all of this, but still he had to start somewhere. The broom would be of no help with the books, so that's where he decided he should start.

Propping the broom up against the nearest wall that wasn't cluttered, he set off to work. Picking up half-opened books or just ones otherwise laying on the ground. Dusting any off that clearly got accidentally trampled in this. He wasn't sure as to the exact system, so he simply scanned the books for names. Alphabetical would have to do, and surely some kind blob that understood the system better could come and fix it later. It took a few numbers, but slowly he made his way around the library replacing the shelves with the displaced books. It wasn't spotless now by any means, but Alistair was still proud of the progress he made. At least now it was a little easier to walk around.

Now came the part the broom could actually come in handy for. Sweeping all the dirt, sand, food, and other unknown substances out the door. Clearly the sand and dirt belonged outside, so it outside it shall return to. Though he wasn't fully certain on what all to do with the food. Perhaps some blob or their pet would be willing to give it a go and eat the food? Surely someone was unbothered by the fact some other blob had been eating it previously. Or perhaps he could find a box around here to put the food in. That would make it more appetizing. Well, maybe anyways. So thats what he set off to do. Finding the biggest box he could to throw all of the food into and sweeping the rest of what he could out the door. Resting the box against the outer wall of the library. He surely had been here for a long while now, and even his trained body had begun to feel exhausted. He wasn't the best cleaner in the world by any means, and he was simply one blob alone, but still he hoped his efforts would be appreciated.

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Chaim was very naturally drawn to the temple of Ichor. The idea of praise, admiration, and even the swapping of blood that occurred in such a place. It was only a matter of time before Chaim would become enamored with Sakana and the job she held. A sort of admiration the more flirtatious blob held for even her. Though of course, wandering aimlessly around the temple, they hadn't expected the offer to be painted with the dyes from a dyeliner fish. " I haven't tried, " they blabbed out immediately, without thinking. " I mean it's uh.. It's a usage I neva' thought of. " they clarified in turn hoping it made the statement sound a little LESS rushed.

Huffing out a quick breath he reached his hands out to take the makeshift palette from Sakana's hands. Staring down at the colors, he wondered what would even suit his form. He already had plenty of gem-like markings adorning his face and body after all. He settled on a blue, unsure of how to even mix colors. Dabbing his fingers into the goopy colors, he closes his eyes and swipes his fingers across his eyelids. Marking them in blue similar to how Sakana had painted herself.

Blinking their eyes open, their gaze fell to the clear water of the pools. Looking at their reflection in the water. Part of them was confident in their abilities, while the other half was... Not so sure they were cut out for this whole art and choosing colors thing. Almost pouting, the feathered blob just handed the pallet back to Sakana. " You just.. you do it! I don't think I'm good at this kinda thing. " Even still, they made no attempts at actually moving. Taking Sakana up on being a living test subject for different colors and patterns.

Chaim watched eagerly as his face was painted on, by Sakana no less- the colors she chose certainly brought out their inner beauty so to speak more than anything they could have accomplished on their own. Though the feeling of the dye on their face itched, the gentle caresses and touches made it all worth it. For someone who loved attention, this was practically SPOILING them. " You uh, you really know what you're doin' with colors and stuff. Guess its kinda like.. mixing blood and seeing what pretty color comes out in a way. " Yup. That was.. definitely what they had attempted to say. The connection definitely made total and utter sense. One day they'd get a hang of this whole thing. For now though, Sakana had made them into a masterpiece. And he felt pretty good about that.