LOCATION: Edge Of The Blue - Luma Pools
WORD COUNT: 778(+2 EXP)
Elliot watched the creatures slink back into their holes as his decoy approached. Huh, they seemed pretty afraid! He kept his distance as the decoy wandered into the distance and away from the Wigglers until he saw them slowly pop back out, realizing that they were not threatening creatures in the slightest, despite a somewhat gross appearance. He judged most books by the cover, but it seemed he overreacted on this one. Though he still had his qualms.
Approaching the Wigglers, he caught view of their nasty eel-like appearance as they slinked back down into their holes again, the man skeptically looking at the location. On one hand, they ran off when he was near. But was that as long as he was physically here, or when they saw him? Wait, did they have eyes? He was already forgetting things as he looked at the empty ground with conflict in his heart. What if they just saw darkness above and tried to come out, and dug through him? No, that was absurd right? He'd won! This was his vacation spot, he'd get a good tan and then the women back in Limsa Lominscuttle Town would be head over heels for his even handsomer mug.
Silently, he continued to stare at the ground...
"Last thing I need is one of those between my left cheek and it's right decoy." He muttered, ruining his own experience with his worries. He scratched his head with a sigh, turning himself off from the idea. He'd done all those fancy swings for nothing, huh? Well, not nothing. It was actually pretty fun. And fun was the big part of a vacation, right? Maybe sleeping and lounging wasn't the way to go. Maybe he needed to venture around some more, see just what the place had in store.
But first, a trap!
Elliot had an idea, a snap of his fingers signaling such. He wandered back over to the trees momentarily, yanking at the vines and reaching for branches: Pulling off some of the leaves and ripping portions of the tree vine off into his hands. There wasn't a heavy breeze, so maybe these this would work. He hustled back over to the tanning spot he picked out, laying the brush over the area where the Wigglers had popped out. Maybe if they popped up out of this, being unable to see any sunlight, that'd prove his theory about them burrowing up into him. And if it didn't work, maybe that meant he was actually safe and could relax there at any point. He'd keep an eye on it, but for now he'd go elsewhere until he had results.
He wandered over to the lake, taking a closer look at the corals below, and getting a better view at the aquatic life. Sheesh, after seeing these from a closer position he was especially glad he didn't go down there. A lot of these fish looked worse than just regular fish, and there was what he could only call a living inner tube floating around on the water. A mix and match grab bag of everything pulled into this world, living in a new sort of harmony. If it wasn't for his mother he might've liked this place. It was strange and very foreign on all ends, but also kind of charming. There were always so many issues though, and conflicts. Even his home where there was a literal blood sport, there weren't as many issues as there was here.
Water was still out, but if he wanted to be active and get some sun, the ideal place was on these little stretches of sand the lake had for him. The sand was much different from the dirt and rocks, feeling his feet lightly sink with his steps. He was used to sand, there was plenty back in Thunderdome, at least before it got blown up. The mounds of sand were strange, and seemed to almost lure him in along with the colorful shells laying around. Who knows what kind of people wandered down here? Maybe these mounds were treasures left behind from prior visitors! And by left behind... Elliot assumed they misplaced, or dropped. And if they could afford to vacation out here, then they could've been loaded. The potential prizes were in his mind, and he decided to go rummaging. His hands felt warm in the sand, and as he began scooping through the mound with his two natural scoopers.
He couldn't help but check back on how his little Wiggler experiment was going. Heck yeah, multitasking! Unfortunately looking back at the little brush pile he made kept him from seeing exactly what he was digging into...