MerMarch because i said so

[blackmagicduck]

 

Types Of Mermaid:
1.Good: Everything said about merfolks is wrong. They are reclusive, but not evil. Especially not this one. Maybe they even saved you. No matter what, they love you, absolutely. And, were you to be honest, it was love at first sight on your end, too. But that doesn't mean you can be together...at least, not easily.
2. Bad: Come, jolly sailor bold. Come into the arms of a mermaid, and you will not regret it. They will hold you, and you cannot resist, even as you're dashed against the rock.
3. Wild: Good and evil cannot be applied to mermaids here, for they are like any other wild creature, more beast than man. Yet the more they're exposed to the kindness of humans or others who live on land, the more fond they grow towards it - and those who show them that kindness.
4. Ignorant: The mermaid's intentions are good, yet he or she doesn't realize what they could do to hurt their land dweller lover.
5. The Mermaid Dilemma: What can be done if someone wants to do more with a mermaid than give them kisses or sweet words? Not much, it seems. At first glance, that is, though who knows what can happen if one puts their mind to it.
6. Not What Was Expected: Beauty is always expected of a mermaid, but what if such a creature looked more like this? Who could care for such a beast? Well, there's still charm there, and with enough personality, appearances can be looked past.

Scenarios:
1 ♢ Little Mermaid
♢ Mer
♢ One of you is a mer person with something you want. The other is a powerful mage who can possibly give it to you. Can an arrangement be made...?

2 ♢ Exploration
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Whatever you are, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. Whether it's a sunken shipwreck on the bottom of the ocean or a mysterious cove hidden away along the cliffside... Venturing with a friend or running into something unexpected... What will you find?

3 ♢ Exchange
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Sometimes, territories are broached, but it's not always a bad thing. Whether you're of entirely different species, or just from different seas, you've met in peaceful circumstances- perhaps as a direct result of those! So it's time for a cultural exchange. Just ignore the fresh water mer. 

4 ♢ For Science
♢ Mer and Human
♢ This is a one in a lifetime chance.... for at least one person. Are you on an isolated island? A ship far out to sea? A highly funded aquarium? Or perhaps even a laboratory with more than questionable methods... Either way, you have the chance now to study something rarely seen before. How will it turn out for both of you?

5 ♢ Ariel's Dream
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say it's impossible for a mer to live on dry land... except that's been quietly proven wrong. One of you has taken to living among humans, whether for years or still learning the ropes. As for the other... Are you a concerned friend, checking in on them from the sea? Or are you a landdweller, stumbling onto a great secret?

6 ♢ Sea Life
♢ Mer and Human
♢ While they have the legs for landdwelling, some humans seem to have more saltwater in their veins than blood, and those are the kinds of humans that end up with dealing with the mysteries of the sea the most. A surfer catching waves with shark mer? A pirate bartering with sirens for safe passage? A fisherman working together with those who know fish best? There's all sorts. 

7 ♢ Stranded
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, carp. Good job. One way or another, you're stuck where you shouldn't be. Whether that's a human lost in the tides, or a mer trapped against the land, you need help.... So don't be picky with what you do get. 

8 ♢ Siren Song
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason people fear the too wide expanse of the sea, or how deep its depths an reach... Strange songs which string through coastal towns and cause disappearances... The sound of something slipping through the water around a ship in the dead of night... Unexplained shapes which flicker outside of deep-sea vessels or submarines or installations. Do you want to know what's out there? 

9 ♢ Capture
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason why people fear humans. You don't belong here, being gawked at through thick aquarium glass or trapped in a too-small freakshow tank, but what can you do? Is there anyone who cares for your plight, or are there only people responsible for it?

10 ♢ Chance Encounter
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, this is awkward. You didn't mean to stumble onto a mer just... there, doing whatever, on the beach or by the docks or tangled up in your fishing net, but, well. It's happened. Now what?

11 ♢ Transformation
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ For one reason or another, you want to go where you've never gone before... A mer, venturing on the land either as a rare chance or every day business? Or a human, accepting some sort of trade or just to run away from the life you have now? Either way, it might get messy.... Feel free to mix in with other scenarios. 

12 ♢ Fantasy Meets Fantasy
♢ Mer and OTHERS!
♢ Who's to say that humans are the only other creatures in the world? Maybe people living beneath the sea's waves aren't the only strange things. Maybe there are centaurs who travel along coastal roads to watch the night sky along with mer astronomers. Perhaps selkies are just distant cousins. Or who's to say that mer can't be a host of things unto themselves? The ocean's the limit. 

13 ♢ Sci-fi
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Some say astronauts are nothing more than sailors venturing off into another unexplored sea, one that's above instead of below. And, befitting those same sailors of older days, they seem to tell tails of strange melodic frequencies coming in over the radio to their ears, and strange comets that look like tails passing them by on a landed planet. Do they not know what's accompanying them in space, or is that what they're actively chasing?

14 ♢ Divinity
♢ Mer and Human
♢ There are stories told of what exactly it is that could be both human and fish... So it's not surprising that, eventually, one would land upon calling them divine entities, either gods of the sea or lakes, or just their messengers. Is that true, or just a very clever, long lasting ruse?

15 ♢ Afterlife
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say mer are just humans, wrongfully forced overboard by superstition or cruelty and welcomed by the sea into something more. Others say that they're the spirits, haunting a particular sea or lake town for a wrongful death. What's the truth? Time to find out. 

16 ♢ Peaceful Living
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Not everything has to be a dramatic mess. Sometimes, things just... work out for the best. These are better times, and mer are just another part of life. Water-side towns where everything is built around those that share the waters with them, or huge metropolises with water tubes and sprouts for mer to travel through. How will you imagine this sort of life?

17 ♢ Wildcard
♢ follow your dreams, make up whatever

Mix and Match the two, or pick one!  Pick one of my characters to play with! 

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[blackmagicduck]

Thunder barked in the sky, rain began to pour, and Magica began to panic. "I have nowhere else to go!" Ratface could take to the sky and fly away, but no one in the village would offer her their home. And her home...

Her family had lived here, they'd raised her and her brother, she'd been born here - her eyes fell on that one untouched book and fear escalated. "I'm... I'm going to lost everything...?"

[richestduck]

"You won't."

Scrooge knelt down in the middle of the floor and picked up a glass shard from one of her broken bottles.

"You have shutters for the windows?"

[blackmagicduck]

"I, I used to..." It was difficult to think in the panic. The holes in the roof and windows weren't just years of decay, but occasional abuse from the villagers when the felt bold.

[richestduck]

"Stay here. I'll take care of it."

He set the glass back down. If she had shutters, it'd make what he planned to do easier. However, the bulk of the storm not coming until tomorrow meant that he had time to at least cover the weaknesses.

He left the house and circled the little cottage. Some of the shutters were still there which he dutifully shut tight. However, there were a few damaged or missing. He grabbed planks of driftwood already washing up on shore and affixed them over the windows and a few holes in the roof that could've become a problem.

"Leucetios, Laird of Thunder and Storms, thank ye fer yer protection in our time o' need."

It wasn't a coincidence that the driftwood planks just happened to be perfect fits for the holes, after all.

[blackmagicduck]

Ratface wiggled out of Magica's tight embrace and sat on her shoulder, nuzzling her face in an attempt to comfort her.

Magica paced, unable to think. She could afford to only lose so much, and she wound up pulling out that one book, holding it close to her chest. If the gods wanted to take everything else, let them, but not this!

[richestduck]

He gave the house one more good sweep before he went back out to sea to grab some fish. There'd be no fishing tomorrow, and he didn't want her to starve. Once satisfied, he brought back in his catch and left it in her basket.

However, he wasn't quite done. He went back outside and started to dig, flinging sand into a large horseshoe shape that he used his flippers to pat down. The shape encircled most of the cottage, and he dug up more and more sand to build up his wall, making it as thick as he possibly could.

What he was going to do was going to take a lot of magic, and every little mundane protection would help ensure it held.

[blackmagicduck]

By time he'd nearly finished, Magica had gotten enough strength and sensibility in her mind to realize what was going on. She hesitated, then opened the door, heading outside.

"What are you doing?"

[richestduck]

He couldn't speak in a way she could understand as a seal. Instead, he nosed up a much smaller horseshoe shape in the sand and blew spit at it.

What wasn't stopped by the small wall flowed around the curve, leaving the space in the middle dry.

[blackmagicduck]

It made sense, and offered a glimmer of hope. But she still held the book tight to her chest.

"I'd ask why you were doing this, but I have a feeling you'd give me a stupid answer."

[richestduck]

He drew another shape in the sand: a simple heart.

However, they were wasting time. He went back to his task, packing the sand wall as tightly as he could.

[blackmagicduck]

A very stupid answer, just as expected.

But he couldn't do all the work. With a grumble, she went inside. She'd made an offering the other day... but maybe there would be more mercy if she did another, greater still.

She went inside, and drew symbols on the floor with ash from her fire. She found one of the broken glass shards - she lacked extra meat to make a worthy sacrifice, so she'd have to make up for it with extra blood.

[richestduck]

He stayed at his task for two hours, packing down the sand and adding more to his wall. When he was finally finished, the ocean would be half-hidden from the windows had the shutters been open, and the wall itself was quite thick. If some of the sand washed away, the bulk of the protective wall would still be there.

Satisfied, he removed his seal skin and carried it into the cottage, not looking at her just yet as he set the seal skin down by the wall.

"There. Now for the last part." He turned to look back in her direction.

[blackmagicduck]

In her corner, Magica was finishing up prayers and spells, with Ratface quietly cawing with concern nearby - she'd used up a lot of blood, far as he could see. She'd mixed it in with the ash, showing she was willing to suffer so long as what she kept as precious was kept safe.

She wiped sweat off of her face, exhausted from pain and blood loss, glancing back at him. "What last part?"

[richestduck]

He could smell her blood, and he went pale. He hurried over to her.

"How much did you give?"

[blackmagicduck]

"I gave enough." She growled, holding her injured arm. "I know what I'm doing. What's the 'last part'?"

[richestduck]

"I was going to cast a protection spell," he told her weakly, afraid of how much blood she'd given up. "You're going to need meat to replace what you lost."

[blackmagicduck]

"If that's true... then I need to hunt." She stood up slowly, looking for the ropes for her rabbit trap.

[richestduck]

"Let me do it," Scrooge begged her.

[blackmagicduck]

"You've done enough. I need to prove my worth to the gods." She headed for the door, one arm still clutching the other.

[richestduck]

"You've done enough, lass," he told her. "Please. Let me help you."

[blackmagicduck]

"Help me by getting out of my way!" The anger she'd pushed aside earlier now came back with a vengeance, and she slammed the door on her way out.

[richestduck]

He didn't want to let her leave, but he had no choice. He just had to hope that she was all right.

[blackmagicduck]

Stubbornness might just wind up killing her. Her mind was spinning from all she learned, night and its chill was falling, and the blood loss wasn't helping.

It took hours. She was tired, exhausted, hungry, angry, sad, worried - but in the midnight hours, she slowly dragged her prize home, ready to collapse.

[richestduck]

Scrooge had been worried sick, wondering if he should run out to find her. He waited at the open door, debating if he should go out and search for her, when she finally reappeared.

He didn't care if she hit him. He immediately hurried over to help her carry her kill.

[blackmagicduck]

She didn't fight it, although whether she actually accepted it or was too tired to do otherwise was up for debate. She dragged herself and her prey into the house, just trying to keep on her feet.

"Is that enough...?"