Wearing a Tengu mask sat Little Mo. Despite his usually attire he needed to breath better due to the heat of this Island. Something had come up that caused his meeting with the Prince to be put on hold. Instead the Informant Little Mo is doing jobs for needed him to do something else. Little Mo was fine due to this being the down year he had. 'I wonder if that Mermaid will also be looking for them.'
He was swimming through the Cress Isle at this moment, to a specific spot. The waters were the only cool thing about this section of the South. As the Sun never seemed to stay away long. For a Fishman the heat was not a friend nor was the dry air that caused sand to dance. Underwater he wouldn't have to deal with that, not even for this task. As he was heading toward the Capital Island's south port. It was said that Sailors that cast a coin into the bay before disembarking will have a safe return. So the goal was simple steal from this spot an also the ships. As if he couldn't find the three coins in the waters he may have luck rummaging through the belongings of Merchants, Sailors, and the like. As a task to occur coins was simple enough, but time consuming and mundane. However, that was good. The less conflict the better due to the hungers being so close. It was best Little Mo didn't get any wandering flavors onto his pallet. That being one reason he had on the tengu mask.
He made it, but saw he wasn't the only one with the idea. In total three Fishman swam around picking up and dropping coins.They didn't seem like they were hostile at all, in fact they waved. Waving back he swam to a section they more than likely already checked. Not caring to compare their effort and his own he began to pick up a hand full of coins. Gathering them into a pile. Even with what he didn't use these coins could be gathered to by hot meals.
'I wonder why Storm delayed my meeting with the Prince. If they want to bring back old Kingdom, they best use my help before the year of mine ends. I won't be able to help them after. I wont be able to help anyone but myself.'
It was a hour before he stopped, checking everything that he collected so far. Carefully he'd shift through the assortment of coins. Copper and silver mostly, but there were a few piece of Beli. Little MO could tell from how they bent. He could trade in the copper and silver to the blacksmith, Herbert. He always was good on trade with Little Mo and understood sign langue. Everyone else thought he was doing ninja signs or acting strange, when they were just ignorant. In hopes of passing the time Little Mo would think about this more. Not really trying to understand how to better get people to understand him better, but to how he could use that to his advantage. As not being able to talk all that well makes others see him as a idiot. Little Mo couldn't deny being ignorant of many things, but he was taught by him Mother during their time in Prison.
Another pile was collected. He shifted through them like he did the others. Despite this seeming like the best way to look for the coins it relied on chance and luck heavily. If Little Mo was fed he'd probably just go after others that had already got coins. Those in the South loved to boast, so it'd be simple to find at least one coin that way. However, with the thought of what he could do while fed creeping into his mind Little Mo quickened his pace. The only way to stop the hunger was to meditate and center his spirit. However, that couldn't be done on this Island or in these waters. However, leaving to go do that surely would cause him to be unable to occur the coins. The best option, in his mind, was to find the three coins. Once he did that he could go meditate for a short while.
One of the Fishman would begin to swim toward Little Mo. From the way he moved reminded Little Mo of Sharks. He swam slowly but without caution, as if others should be wary of him. But, there also the teeth. "How can you stay down here so long?"
Little Mo would sign the simplest answer, 'I am a Fishman, like you.'
"What are you doing with your hands?" Little Mo didn't understand why others didn't learn to speak with their hands, it was easier to get information around with wandering ears around.
"Fishman!" Little Mo forced that word out. It coming off as if he was yelling in a negative way, when that wasn't the case. It was just hard speaking how everyone else spoke. If they could understand how he learn he'd speak more, and speak at length. However, he hasn't run into anyone with the same tongue as him yet. And he feared he never would. However, his word went on dead ears. He looked at the Fellow Fishman's eyes. They weren't locked on his instead they were looking at the coin Little Mo had in his hand. There could be conflict but the bigger Fishman would outstretch his hand, wanting Little Mo to hand over his coin. The best thing to do in this situation would be to just give it over. But some people would be fearful of this kind of situation. And just like in those situations Little Mo would begin to swim back, slowly. Appearing to not want to hand it over. "Look, I will kill you if I have to. I am hungry. Or you could just toss that coin over to me." Seeing as how the others would swim over, stay at least a meter behind him, showed they were all working together. But why would they do this to a fellow Fishman. Little Mo would gladly work with them, he had not problem with that at all.
So, little Mo would toss the coin through the waters. It glided slowly, but soon was caught. Caught by a mass of slime that caused it to sail forward, but at a angle. It'd slam against the bottom of one of the ships. He had swam back not out of fear, but for a better position. He found the coin he needed and needed to separate it from the others.
Due to his actions the Shark Fishman rushed forward, to teach Little Mo a lesson. However, he was no fighter if compared to Little Mo. Instead of avoiding the jaws that were coming toward him, he slung his hand forward. Slime coming off and entering the mouth of the Attacker. Just seeing the shock and struggle on Little Mo's face let him know the other Fishman would die. Just like in the wild Hagfish had to deal with sharks. The slime, at this level, was enough to deal with someone of the Attackers level. Little Mo just watched as he was helped by the others. Panic caused a normal, but irrational, reaction to not being able to breathe.
They had their own bags and Little Mo would focus on the special coins he was after. Soon Little Mo was done down there, as he would find another coin in the piles he was creating. Before he did find this coin he did take the role his Attacker did. Being the top guy among the weak and meek. Having the others gather up all the coins in this area, as they still could be used. All four would rise to the surface, the day was over and the moon allowed the night to cool the Island. In total it had been close to seven hours underwater looking for these coins, and Little Mo only got two. Before they left the water they tried to make sure they weren't spotted. As what they were doing was a crime; despite the coin thing being a made up rumor of good fortune. With it safe they made it onto land and quickly moved into town. 'He would be closed. I suppose I can leave the bags and a note. I'm sure he'd get some hot meals to the slums with this payment.'
Little Mo motioned for them to drop the bags into Bidid's mailbox. After that Little Mo would turn to them, motioning them to leave him. They would but Little Mo felt he'd run into those three again. From the smell they had being so familiar they had to be close or even family. The one that was beat seemed less effected by the Plague Rains, whilst the others aliments were more shown. The coral on their body that sprouted out was sad. Little Mo knew a lot of Fishman and Merfolk that stayed in the Cress with that shared impairment.
'I wonder if the Doctor has found a true cure yet. These people are hurting, hurting too much. So I hope he finishes it quickly. Because the cure Mother told me will come at a higher price. ' Little Mo usually spoke to himself as he did other things. Right now he was in a tavern, one controlled by familiar Lips. As with two coins the third should be the easiest to get. He'd make his way over to the table in the middle of the room, and take a seat. When the waiter came over Little Mo would speak. "Spit Fire."
It was a common drink on Cress, but also held another meaning when it was the only thing ordered. It mean't that he was going to cause a commotion and he should seek a safe place. The waiter would nob his head and walk away, not planning to return with the drink. Instead he spread the word and those that knew of what to come looked in the direction of Little Mo. Little Mo would remove the coins he had. He'd raise them both and drop them onto the table. Over and over he did this.
"You know on the back of those coins, is a hint. One that leads you to another. Most find them by chance, I know at least two that tossed them into the waters due to some rumor. Thinking so light of those coins, just as you are. As to me those are worth a lot. And to procure them I have been making friends all over the Cress. Can you help me?" He was a Information broker, the pin in his robes gave that away. Looking him over Little Mo spotted the tattoo on his neck. He belonged to the Red Hands. A group that shouldn't even be on Cress. Being blacklisted by the Collective of Lips. But regardless of where he shouldn't be, he was here. Sitting across from Little Mo eyeing the coins that were left on the table, instead of being picked up and dropped again.
'He smells like those three.' After catching the Man's scent that is all Little Mo could focus on. Looking him over nothing as off but his hands, the knuckles were bruised. And there was a piece of coral, small, piercing his skin. There was blood was also blood. Little Mo knew that he didn't get rid of it for a reason. The Red Hands were simple in their tactics, always have been. But, that did not mean they were ineffective. These coins, from what Little Mo gathers, were placed around the South in a large quantity. So, he could get some more if need be. But, he had a soft spot for those other Fishman. A weakness brought forth due to fighting back hunger. Little Mo would push the coins across the table, toward the Red Hand.
"I guess I don't have to talk colorfully with you. But, I don't want those coins. Rather I want you to have this third, and head to whatever Island the contact will be on. Follow them and bring me back as much as you can. I will be staying with the Blacksmith you brought those other coins to." It was clear he wasn't going to use those other Fishman as leverage to force Little Mo to work for him. He didn't know about Little Mo's, current, emotion to others of his race. But, it was clear Little Mo had a relationship with the Blacksmith. Those Fishman told this Hand that, Little Mo felt they did. Needing that Blacksmith did not allow Little Mo to just leave without the third coin. But, as he stood up he'd sign his disgust. 'I will bring you death for using me.'
Before Little Mo made it to the door the man would stand up, and call out to him. "Make sure you give me what I want first, Tengu, before you give me threats."
[exit]
Last Edit: Jun 27, 2020 10:00:56 GMT -8 by Little Mo
