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picture_prompt_funTitle: How You Mine For Fish
She'd found a nice place to practice. The sun glittered on the calm blue water, enhancing the vibrant green of the rather overgrown bank, the long grass and overhanging trees and tangled gorse bushes. Fallen logs and boulders made good stepping stones if she wanted to hop over to the other side as part of the routine. The current was a little fast but it'd be like that in a real scenario eventually, so it was good to practice under these conditions now, when she could easily drag herself out and back to safety, or snack on the chocolate and cake in her picnic basket.
Fish had always been her weak point, embarrassingly. For one, they creeped her out, with their bulging eyes and pointy teeth. She could deal with them if they were on a plate and smelled delicious. Usually they agreed to ignore each other if the fish was someone's pet. When they were jumping around and throwing lightning balls at you - a scenario they never covered in that summer camp her parents had sent her too - she couldn't stand them. They moved so quickly, threw those projectiles of theirs even faster and were nigh impossible to hit once they went back under the water. A drill was just not a good weapon to attack fish with. A certain sleazy old man had offered her dynamite to throw but she didn't think her monster friends, who cared about the environment, would appreciate her lobbing explosives around.
There were no fish trying to kill her here - that was why it was a practice run - but she could improvise. Chucky had volunteered to throw rocks across the river randomly and make fish noises at her if she promised not to accidentally smack him on the head.
Fandom: Gurumin: A Monstrous Adventure
Author: tehexile
tehexileRating: G/Gen
Characters: Parin, Chucky
Words: 300
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Summary: A sunny spot near the river is a perfect place to practice fighting malicious fish.
Pictures: 67 (amnesty)
She'd found a nice place to practice. The sun glittered on the calm blue water, enhancing the vibrant green of the rather overgrown bank, the long grass and overhanging trees and tangled gorse bushes. Fallen logs and boulders made good stepping stones if she wanted to hop over to the other side as part of the routine. The current was a little fast but it'd be like that in a real scenario eventually, so it was good to practice under these conditions now, when she could easily drag herself out and back to safety, or snack on the chocolate and cake in her picnic basket.
Fish had always been her weak point, embarrassingly. For one, they creeped her out, with their bulging eyes and pointy teeth. She could deal with them if they were on a plate and smelled delicious. Usually they agreed to ignore each other if the fish was someone's pet. When they were jumping around and throwing lightning balls at you - a scenario they never covered in that summer camp her parents had sent her too - she couldn't stand them. They moved so quickly, threw those projectiles of theirs even faster and were nigh impossible to hit once they went back under the water. A drill was just not a good weapon to attack fish with. A certain sleazy old man had offered her dynamite to throw but she didn't think her monster friends, who cared about the environment, would appreciate her lobbing explosives around.
There were no fish trying to kill her here - that was why it was a practice run - but she could improvise. Chucky had volunteered to throw rocks across the river randomly and make fish noises at her if she promised not to accidentally smack him on the head.
