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peckishmods) wrote2019-03-27 07:42 pm
peckishmods) wrote2019-03-27 07:42 pm
DROPBOX
DROPBOX
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In the wake of Merlin's post and Armani relaying his experience with the Muscheron, Eddy, Chanel, and Freya approached Mr. Trullinger to ask for any insights into their weird treasures. Most of the talking here presumably came from Chanel and Freya while Eddy mostly injected with a few stumbling words when addressed and "weird shit".
They told Trullinger about:
1) The incident with the starlings and presumably asked if that is "Weird Shit" behavior (Freya specifically was meant to ask about this sooner and Josie forgot)
2) Finding the shells on the ground post-starling
3) The results of running the fire/water/earth tests and the day vs night mud test
4) They showed him their three shells - Eddy's was left in his desk untouched, Chanel's was buried in mud (and has been worn as a necklace), Freya's had fire and water applied
5) They tested air with Trullinger there assuming no one has already done that test in the dropbox - blowing on it / Ventus / Hot-air charm. Just want to like. Reduce the number of dropbox incidents here ahhhh.
5a) Ugh, oh. Eddy also mentioned sound at some point. So like. Does it react to music or getting yelled at with Sonorus. (Or cicada sounds but idk where they would get a recording.)
6) Told him about Armani's incident with the stump and the muscheron but omitted Armani's name since he previously said he didn't want to go to Trullinger. Also asked if "thanks you, human spore. return'tzzzlaayy sheshe koreetul" made any sense to him. (Eddy wrote down the transcription of what Armani wrote.)
This is A LOT and I APOLOGIZE. (Also lmao fwiw none of these kids take his class this year whoops.)
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Mr. Trullinger is unsurprisingly happy to help with a bit of teenage nature sleuthing, looking plum delighted to have his students reaching out to him first. He listens intently as they explain how they found these shells, nodding along. “Well, I do know that starling murmurations are most common in December and January. I guess they probably start as early as October? So your sighting seems early, but not unusually so.” He scratches his beard. “You know, kids, if you’re interested in symbolism and omens related to birds, that’s not really my thing. Dr. Huang almost certainly has some GREAT insights, though!”
Regarding the Appalachian Mushkin, he tries to puzzle through. “Well, Return-tzl-ay, that’s easy verb conjugation - ‘you have returned’ something. Mushkin’s so cool because it's a tonal language! So the rest of it—well, that's a little harder to figure. Did you say sheshe koreetul or SHESHee kor-EE-til? Gosh, guys, I can’t really give you a great answer here, I'm afraid. ‘Something precious’? ‘Fond memory’? It’s hard to say. You know how those Muscheron like to collect things, though.” As they explain the tests they’ve been running, he grows all the more curious. “Sometimes magical seeds and eggs respond to local geography. Do you mind if I have a look?”
“I PROMISE I’m not here to confiscate anything that isn’t dangerous,” he adds with a wink, but when he’s presented with one of the cicada shells his expression turns incredulous. For a beat he just stares, not taking the stone shell, and then breaks out into a grin. “Oh, I get it. It’s a dragon’s egg, right?” He laughs, teasing like he’s just kenned to a joke his students have been playing on him. “Here, let me see, if—”
As he takes the cicada shell between his thumb and forefinger he stops, frozen for a second or two. Then, without warning, gives a whole body shake, right up through his shoulders, like heebie jeebies. Once they’re through he goes right on as though nothing had happened, bringing the stone cicada shell up to his eyes for closer examination. “—you’re really serious I’ll have a look.”
And then, things get weirder. The cicada shell shudders and starts to wail, crying out with a long lazy buzz, like a real cicada, deafeningly loud in such close proximity. But Mr. Trullinger doesn’t flinch as he turns it this way and that. He even shakes the stone and holds it right up to its ear, and though it screams and screams, he seems to hear nothing at all. He keeps stealing glances at the students before him, and the looks on their faces seem to tell him something’s up. Eventually he hands the cicada back and it immediately goes still and silent again once its out of his hands.
“Well, guys, I’m not sure,” he says, doing his best to sound sincere despite looking increasingly skeptical. “I’ll poke through some of my local history books. Ask around and see if anyone knows anything about magical river pebbles, but...it looks to me like you just have...a rock.”
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Running the shell under water or dipping it in the lake gives them similar results to Freya's tests, giving the shell a slimy, mossy covering. Exposing it to fire, on the other hand, turns it back to the state in which they found it: black and hard as stone.