[ The decision to go exploring was all too easy upon seeing that ghastly attempt at an outfit. Honestly, Pitch felt absolutely no shame about shredding that horrid attempt and replace it with his own black robe that simply faded into the skin at wrists and neck.
At least the lush jungle foliage created a plethora of shadows. Pitch could step in and out of those with relative ease, thus avoiding the worst of the vegetation, and any need for things like machetes. The cliff face is getting a quizzical look, though. Because, seriously? Are mortals expected to risk life and limb here? ]
♞ Phase III
[ A very toonish treasure chest plonked down in the midst of a jungle sort of stood out.
It made Pitch suspicious.
Sometimes walking on his own two feet, sometimes using the convenience of a shadow, Pitch approached the chest cautiously. Nothing bad happened yet, so he carefully lifted the lid on the chest. It played some sort of awful jingle and ....and that was it. after all. you can't bottle belief, or keep it in a box for a rainy dsy. Since that'd all Pitch has ever wanted, a chest doesn't do him much good.
As he sets off again, that jingle follows, though. On loop. Now whether it's some glitch or Pitch just happens to be lucky, who can say, but he is definitely stuffing his fingers in his ears before too long. ]
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[ The decision to go exploring was all too easy upon seeing that ghastly attempt at an outfit. Honestly, Pitch felt absolutely no shame about shredding that horrid attempt and replace it with his own black robe that simply faded into the skin at wrists and neck.
At least the lush jungle foliage created a plethora of shadows. Pitch could step in and out of those with relative ease, thus avoiding the worst of the vegetation, and any need for things like machetes. The cliff face is getting a quizzical look, though. Because, seriously? Are mortals expected to risk life and limb here? ]
♞ Phase III
[ A very toonish treasure chest plonked down in the midst of a jungle sort of stood out.
It made Pitch suspicious.
Sometimes walking on his own two feet, sometimes using the convenience of a shadow, Pitch approached the chest cautiously. Nothing bad happened yet, so he carefully lifted the lid on the chest. It played some sort of awful jingle and ....and that was it. after all. you can't bottle belief, or keep it in a box for a rainy dsy. Since that'd all Pitch has ever wanted, a chest doesn't do him much good.
As he sets off again, that jingle follows, though. On loop. Now whether it's some glitch or Pitch just happens to be lucky, who can say, but he is definitely stuffing his fingers in his ears before too long. ]