Monster Golf //Archer, Fitz, Shan, Syrinx//

[Shan]

"Anyway I am not....." He paused, "like the others around here either, I was just sort of passing through. I am a wanderer in the fourth dimension."

Shan tilted his head slightly to the side. "I do not know this saying. Come, friend wanderer. Let us part this place." The monk took a last look back at the mire, the air turning his stomach, and nodded to the other man. He set off at a brisk pace, anxious to free himself of the distorted, twisted grounds. Light, fleeting vibrations, footsteps that would have imperceptible if not for his own senses feeling the touch of the earth and the wanderer's footsteps. He moved silently, almost like a monk. There was a definite familiarity in him, something that seemed old and distant, but he could not place it. His life force was almost like a Phyzhiengsa, but there were differences.

As he pushed further away from the mire and toward the cleared lanes, Shan had expected to be cleared of the stench of the pit but it clung to him as if he actually had fallen into the distortion and it dripped from his skin and clothes. It was nauseating. Behind them, in the distance, bushes rustled and birds took flight in fright. Shan could not tell what animal it might be, and the birds on this planet could be startled by any manner of creature, he'd noticed.

Shan pressed on, and soon cleared the woods to the open lanes beyond.

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Shan tilted his head slightly to the side. "I do not know this saying. Come, friend wanderer. Let us part this place." The monk took a last look back at the mire, the air turning his stomach, and nodded to the other man. He set off at a brisk pace, anxious to free himself of the distorted, twisted grounds. Light, fleeting vibrations, footsteps that would have imperceptible if not for his own senses feeling the touch of the earth and the wanderer's footsteps. He moved silently, almost like a monk. There was a definite familiarity in him, something that seemed old and distant, but he could not place it. His life force was almost like a Phyzhiengsa, but there were differences.

Archer nodded, a lot of people didn't quite know the term 4th dimension, and why should they? They never traveled time and space, they were quite stuck in three dimensions. Except this man seemed to have just a bit of a grasp of something more than the usual three dimensions. Archer shouldered his bow and quiver of arrows and kept moving.

As he pushed further away from the mire and toward the cleared lanes, Shan had expected to be cleared of the stench of the pit but it clung to him as if he actually had fallen into the distortion and it dripped from his skin and clothes. It was nauseating. Behind them, in the distance, bushes rustled and birds took flight in fright. Shan could not tell what animal it might be, and the birds on this planet could be startled by any manner of creature, he'd noticed.

Shan pressed on, and soon cleared the woods to the open lanes beyond.

Archer said calmly, "I am known as The Archer among my people and among others who have met me."

Archer didn't expect the man to give him his name and Archer decided why should he? Names held power, and Archer never gave out his true name, the only ones who did know Archer's true name was The Archvist and of course Phoebus. Archer had no clue whether or not they were alive or dead. The Eye of Harmony and that which connected Time Lords to each other was gone. Archer had lost that connection a long time ago.

The next thing Archer worried about was that muck, where had it come from? It surely wasn't from Earth, Archer knew he had an obligation to get rid of it. It didn't belong here and anything that didn't belong on any planet was cause for Archer to get involved in it. He contemplated what exactly it might be, living blood? Yes, it might be some organic compound from another creature. But where was it's source?

Archer muttered, "I need to know where it's coming from, it must have a source somewhere? I need to trace it's source."

Archer sighed, he had to go back, unfotunetly to that muck. He pulled from his pocket a container and went running back to the muck. He disliked doing so but he carefully collected a sample of the foul and vile liquid and then came running back. He would trace its source through it's singular components in his TARDIS. He glared at the container, the ooze as it were shifted quite unnaturally in it's container. "I've got a bad feeling about this stuff." He muttered.

[Syrinx]

Fitz had asked her to hold on for a moment, while he dashed over to some human contraption to, presumably, try to find something to preserve her modesty. It was rather sweet of him, though it wasn't really that much of a big deal to the mermaid. She slowly stood up and let the little towels fall to the wayside, and then she cautiously (and a little awkwardly, as she wasn't exactly used to walking) went after Fitz. Syrinx came from behind, while he was fiddling around the golf cart, and she gently tapped his shoulder a few times to let him know she was there.

"Hi!" Syrinx cheerily exclaimed with a bright smile... and not much else. "Any luck?" she asked, and she peered over into the golf cart.

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Syrinx came from behind, while he was fiddling around the golf cart, and she gently tapped his shoulder a few times to let him know she was there.

"Hi!" Syrinx cheerily exclaimed with a bright smile... and not much else. "Any luck?" she asked, and she peered over into the golf cart.

Fitz pulled up a duffel bag from the back when Syrinx got his attention. He looked over his shoulder and came face to face with a cheerful and disrobed mermaid - now more maid than before. Well...it wasn't as if -he- minded...But other people would and he'd have a hard time explaining his 'naturalist' friend's good intentions to the park people. "I think this might work," he said, finally looking back to the bag that he had found. He moved aside a rolled up mat and removing a pair of bright flip flop sandals, some jogging pants and a sweat top. "It's not the most fashionable, maybe not fit for a princess, but it will do for now...well, maybe it is fit for a princess..." he teased. Along the sides on the sweat pants were sequined crowns. "Or for a princess tryin' to get fit," he said, looking amused at his bad pun. He held them out towards her. "Not that you need to try to get fit, you are fit. Very fit..." he added, realising he might have accidentally insulted her. Then he said, "I hope you like pink."

[Shan]

Shan nodded to the man as he introduced himself, and in turn offered his own. "Greetings, friend Archer. My name is Shǎn Shuò de Jiǎo Zi." 

Shan waited patiently as the Archer, left to gain a sample of the mysterious amalgam. He returned shortly after, holding a clear glass vial filled with the black sludge.

"I've got a bad feeling about this stuff." He muttered.

"And I, as well. It does not seem natural. Perhaps the owners of this game should be notified to remain clear? Who is the owner of... Golf?"

The word felt weird on Shan's tongue, the concept as foreign as was the ooze in the forest. Shan noticed one of the men from earlier who had been participating in the event. He indicated so to Archer and set off for him.

"My friend," Shan called, "are you the owner of this golf?"

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Shan nodded to the man as he introduced himself, and in turn offered his own. "Greetings, friend Archer. My name is Shǎn Shuò de Jiǎo Zi."

Archer took a closer look at the man for a moment, so formal in speech, who spoke like that? Not many. Not even Phoebus, Archer's mentor and foster father, spoke so clipped in tone or phrase.

"Shan...." Archer tasted the name on his tongue, perhaps this man's tradition wasn't the same with names as Archers was with his own. Yet, Archer knew better to share is true name. He had too many people that disliked him to go by his name.

Yet, something nagged Archer that he wasn't telling this man the truth to what his name was. He had some inkling perhaps this man knew he wasn't being completely forthright.

Shan waited patiently as the Archer, left to gain a sample of the mysterious amalgam. He returned shortly after, holding a clear glass vial filled with the black sludge.

"I've got a bad feeling about this stuff." He muttered.

"And I, as well. It does not seem natural. Perhaps the owners of this game should be notified to remain clear? Who is the owner of... Golf?"

"Good question. I don't know. I just got here. I stumble on things quite by happenstance. Your for instance and..." Archer took another glance at the ooze, it looked like it had doubled in size. "By Rassilon...." Archer said, "It's definitely alive, that's for sure. I think it just divided at the microscopic and cellular level. That's not good. Not good for this golf course and not good for this planet. If it keeps that up in a few days.....there won't be much of this golf course left, much less this planet."

The word felt weird on Shan's tongue, the concept as foreign as was the ooze in the forest. Shan noticed one of the men from earlier who had been participating in the event. He indicated so to Archer and set off for him.

"My friend," Shan called, "are you the owner of this golf?"

Archer kept a wary glance at Syrinx, she apparently had the ability to morph her fish like body into a human form. Archer sighed, "Sorry about earlier, my research about your race tells me you are not too fondly disposed to bi-pedal individuals. But since you are new and the only oddity here, aside from myself and Shan. Plus this stuff." Archer held up the ooze, "Do you have any idea what this is?" 

[Syrinx]

(OOC: Do we still want to continue without The Archer?)

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// I am still here, let me know if both of you still want to continue this one!