Ecco the Dolphin (
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milliways_bar2019-03-02 03:13 pm
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First EP (Or: Hello and Thanks In Advance for All the Fish)
He has always known about the glyphs, even since he was a calf. He knows not where they came from - no one in all the ocean does - but he knows that he can sing to them and they will sing back. They had helped to guide him - and Tara and Kitnee - when they had sought after Big Blue, the oldest and wisest of all the Great Singers. He would never forget the wisdom he had gained from him.
Yes, Ecco knows the glyphs well. He keeps an eye out for them. So he knows even from looking that this one is different. The color is different. Darker. It hums, even before it sings.
Ecco swims up next to it. Around it, on all sides. Gently, he nudges it with his nose. It trembles violently. He clicks and buzzes, listening for its vibrations. The hum rises a few semitones. It seems to be waiting for something.
He sounds a questioning note - not a song so much as a curious ping. But it is enough.
There is a blinding flash. Ecco can feel himself spinning, tumbling, caught in the whirling currents of water-that-is-not-water. But it is all over in an instant. He finds himself in the ocean once more. But these are not the seas of home. These are warmer. And yet...colder. Where is he?
Ecco calls out to his pod. Nothing. He calls out again, desperately, in all directions, for Kitnee, Darana, Tara - any singers, great or small, that he can name. He hears nothing familiar to him.
Instead there are strange songs, coming from the surface, by the shore. And...above it? Ecco has never heard a song from land-dwellers that he could understand. He climbs to the surface, seeking the source of these foreign songs.
Surely the glyph had brought him here for a reason.
Yes, Ecco knows the glyphs well. He keeps an eye out for them. So he knows even from looking that this one is different. The color is different. Darker. It hums, even before it sings.
Ecco swims up next to it. Around it, on all sides. Gently, he nudges it with his nose. It trembles violently. He clicks and buzzes, listening for its vibrations. The hum rises a few semitones. It seems to be waiting for something.
He sounds a questioning note - not a song so much as a curious ping. But it is enough.
There is a blinding flash. Ecco can feel himself spinning, tumbling, caught in the whirling currents of water-that-is-not-water. But it is all over in an instant. He finds himself in the ocean once more. But these are not the seas of home. These are warmer. And yet...colder. Where is he?
Ecco calls out to his pod. Nothing. He calls out again, desperately, in all directions, for Kitnee, Darana, Tara - any singers, great or small, that he can name. He hears nothing familiar to him.
Instead there are strange songs, coming from the surface, by the shore. And...above it? Ecco has never heard a song from land-dwellers that he could understand. He climbs to the surface, seeking the source of these foreign songs.
Surely the glyph had brought him here for a reason.

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However, on the sand right now, is Vyvyan Bastard, cutting his toenails, which probably isn't it.
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A gray dorsal fin emerges from the water, followed by a spray of air and water. After a bit of exploratory circling, Ecco peeks above the waterline to try to determine what this red-headed net-caster is up to.
Interesting. He has stars on his head, just like Ecco. Perhaps this is a sign.
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Biology is not his strong point.
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Ecco turns with a great splash away from shore, ready to swim for safety or fight to the death.
But he can neither see nor hear any of the Hungry Ones. So why had the human told him to...wait a minute...
"...You can talk?"
To Vyvyan, he'll still sound like a dolphin. But he'll be able to understand him.
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"So can you!"
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"And you understand my singing! How can this be?"
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Ecco tilts his head.
"It is...new. But I am confused. What is this place?"
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Then she sees the...creature? Patron? She's never seen a dolphin before.
"Hello!," she calls.
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"I understood that!"
To Ibani, it will sound like chattering and whistles. But it will nonetheless be comprehensible.
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Ecco sounds out the word - or rather, the signature whistle he's assigned to match it.
"But how can this be? Why am I here? I see nothing of my home waters."
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He turns his head. "Then again, I suppose you wouldn't. You are a Net Caster and walk on land."
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"Though there is a giant squid in there somewhere that's supposed to be friendly."
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He has heard songs of great squids, too large to be eaten by even the Shark-Eating Singers. Friendly or no, he would not wish to test such a creature.
"Are there any who know of why humans and Singers are brought here? I have sung to many glyphs, but none have taken me to another place like this."
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The splashing surface of the dolphin makes him squeak in surprise and stop swimming.
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He clicks and hums as he inches closer, trying to size up this shinily-dressed Net Caster.
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Sinric treads water, watching the flash of colour in the clear blue water. "Hello, my friend. You have nothing to fear. I am no threat to you.
He sings softly. His song is warm and welcoming, even if the new-commer doesn't understand his words, the feeling of calm and friendly curiosity carries on the melody. As he sings, a ring of glowing gold light forms around his irises.
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He knows not what this Net Caster is doing. This is not the natural glow of eyes in dark places. But he hears his song, and understands it. And something about him makes him believe it.
"...Who are you? What is this place?"
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He takes in the human's words, and description of this strange place. He still has many questions. He'll start with the most obvious one.
"How is it we can understand each other?"
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"What is...magic?"
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