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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:59 am
 ((Post-Reckoning RP))
The world had not endded.
In fact, as time passed Bushfire felt that it had all turned out for the better. Relatively anyhow. Despite her imposed punishment and the fact a large portion of the population narrowed their eyes at her, an equally large percentage of sentinels also felt sorry for her. She provoked mixed feelings whenever she flew out of her territory, but it hadn't affected her business on a whole. While few now avoided trading with her, new customers had taken a liking to her.
The Forager was not sure how to feel about it all, but for now, she managed just fine. All she needed to get back on her feet now that she'd finally managed to let go of Basil and her anger... was a little bit of help. The fact that her Quota was expected to reach the enclave down south meant she needed to find someone to help her keep her territory safe as she travelled to and fro.
She'd interviewed a couple of sentinels, but nothing had stuck as of yet... Bushfire had not found anyone she could entrust her Territory to. No one she trusted enough to keep it safe and protected while she was gone. She'd not given up hope yet though; in fact, she was expecting a candidate that same night. She'd heard wind of the Hunter through her family, and was willing to interview him and give it a try. Her bright green eyes lifted to she could peek at the sky through the tall canopy, wondering if the male would be there on time. First impressions were horribly important to her, as were appearances and manners. She needed someone she could really trust.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:00 am
Wildwood really wasn't the gossiping type, or for that matter, the socializing type at all. He preferred small groups of Sentinels and more specifically, only Sentinels he already knew. It really wasn't a surprise that he hadn't heard much of this big to do. Oh, a bit had reached him now and again, but it wasn't much to his interests besides. He always was a little behind in the recent events department. Thus, it wasn't truly surprising that he was on his way to interview with one of the starring roles of the recent upheaval, completely oblivious to that fact.
As socially inept as he could be at times, he also seemed to realize when situations could truly benefit him. Sure, he could be a hunter alone, but it would be much more beneficial to him to have a large territory (or two neighboring ones) that he could work in. For that, he needed someone to need him though. So long as he didn't shove his toes in his beak, this might be his chance.
His eyes narrowed minimally as he tried to judge the territory around him. Was this the place? It seemed as if it fit the description, it was in the right area, and - oh! That must be her! A flutter of nerves raked his stomach, but instead of making a fool of himself, he turned his flight to light upon a branch near her, taking the time to fuss with his wings before he tucked them back against his side. "Ah, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not terribly late?" Worry made him press his beak together, his brows drawn down a little. If there was one thing he could never do, it was hide his emotions, poor fellow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:34 am
"Not at all," she replied as he took perch near her, "You're right on time, sir," for a moment, the Forager tilted her head this way and that, shamelessly evaluating him physically. As far as she was aware, he looked fit. He was large, looked strong, and was, in fact, a Wildtype. Nodding as if to herself, Bushfire continued, spreading her wing to indicate the forest around them.
The trees were full of fruit, the leaves looked unnaturally well kept and for the most part, all the vegetation that was in season seemed to be extremely prolific. There was little doubt that this was a Forager's Territory, "As you can imagine, this place needs a lot of tender care. Not only that, but a large amount of time needs to be spent luring out the vermin that threatens my crops. Right now, due to.... certain circumstances, I only have so much time," the words were hooted briefly, stating the facts. It was easy to see she had spoken these same very words to others before, "I need to travel to and from the not cold region. I'm terribly worried that some foolish youngster might attempt to take the territory as his while I'm gone," a huff of irritation was released, signal that she'd lately had to spend her time chasing 'foolish' sentinels away.
Ever since her 'sentence' had been announced, a few had gotten it in their heads that she would be easy to challenge, "I can't tend to everything. And that's where you come in," she proceeded, folding her wings neatly back in place, "I wish for you to do two things. First, I would like to see the vermin numbers within this territory reduced in a way that will not harm the ecosystem, yet prevent them from being a nuisance. Second, I need someone that is strong and smart enough to repel any challenger that might approach while I am gone on my trips to take my quota down south."
Bushfire allowed all the work that needed to be done to sink in before puffing her plumage out, only to let it sink back into place, "Do you think you can mange?" she was well aware it was an intimidating amount to do, but if he could manage... then the reward would be fitting, "If you can, in return you can stay within the territory and hunt to your heart's content."
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:14 pm
A surge of relief washed his form as she announced that he wasn't in fact late. He wasn't the most graceful in flight, at least when it concerned maneuvering around and through trees, due to his size. He preferred to take things slow and steady, a motto he had adopted to fit many parts of his life, and often times this caused him to be a bit late to things he had planned. Most of his family was accustomed to it (and probably preferred he be late than cause himself or someone else bodily harm) but he always feared getting chastised by strangers for his bad habits.
"I understand that," he said with a small nod. He didn't quite know all the ins and outs of a forager's task, but he supposed all that really mattered to him was that he would be responsible for making sure these 'vermin' didn't ruin the crops she treasured so dearly. "Hunting is what I do best, so keeping the so-called 'vermin' away shouldn't be that hard of a task," he shrugged his wings lightly, head tilting to the side as he watched her. "I suppose I should warn you, though, that I've got a Serpe that helps me hunt. Some Sentinels don't warm up real well to little Chusi." He'd learned, after the first few times of making the mistake, that it was better to tell people before he showed up with her. The result wasn't always pleasant when he didn't. Something about a constrictor just unsettled some Sentinels, though he had a hard time imagining why anyone wouldn't love Chusi.
"As for keeping the other Sentinels away, well, I don't think it'll be too hard. I've never had many threats to my own territory, mostly because of my size, I think. No one much likes to get into a tussle with someone bigger than them." He offered her a weak, lopsided sort of smile, probably meant to be charming but he wasn't really up-to-snuff with that sort of thing. What he said certainly came off as cocky, but knowing him it was probably just the truth as he saw it. Sometimes he didn't know how badly things could be seen, he just happened to be blunt and tended to call things as he saw them. There probably really wasn't a cocky or conceited bone in his body.
"I think maybe it's harder than it sounds, I'll admit, but uh, I'm willing to give it shot. Never know until you try, right?" His smile this time was a little more confident. "My name's Will- er, Wildwood, by the way." Mentally, he cursed himself. He really didn't like his own nickname, but after being known by it for so long, it was truly a force of habit to introduce himself that way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:00 pm
She hesitated for a moment before offering him a kind smile, "I understand that Hunting is your forté, but you need to beware just how large the territory is. At times it's hard to keep things within it's given boundaries," she'd come to notice that few realised just how decently sized her Foraging grounds were. But no matter. If this sentinel was as capable as she'd been told in his job, then maybe she'd lucked out. She was about to tell Wildwood he was free to carry out a trial week when he mentioned the Serpe.
If possible, Bushfire would have blanched; for all effect, her feathers puffed out comically before she turned her head sharply to the right, "FLOO!" she screamed out suddenly, looking almost frightened, "Floo! Where are you?!" a brown hued Skurri peeked out from a hole in a nearby tree, it's head tilting to one side in question. The Forager visibly relaxed before letting out a sigh, making a small movement with her head and wing; instantly, the critter made her way towards her owner, keeping her form before that of the female sentinel, "Good lord, that gave me quite the fright," a pause as she turned back to Wildwood, "It's not... here with you now, is it?" it seemed that Bushfire was one of the few that was disturbed by the idea of a Serpe as a companion. However at the same time, she couldn't simply dismiss such a fine looking gentleman just because of that.
Specially if he was capable at his job, "I... this is Floo. She's very precious to me. I would not like to have to visit a keeper to replace her; she's learnt quite a few techniques I would not appreciate having to teach a new Skurri," she hesitated again, moving her weight from one foot to the other, "If you think you can keep this... this Chusi at bay and well behaved, you're free to have a trial week," if anything, the Serpe might prove useful at keeping the vermin away on ground. Egh... cold blooded reptiles.
The female shuddered slightly, but composed herself once more; no use 'dissing' something if she hadn't tried it. Right? Right. So thus, with that in mind, she nodded once more, "I do hope that this will work out. I'm tired of interviewing Sentinels. And you seem like you'd do a fine job, Wildwood," though she'd heard his slip, she did not mention it. Only a small shine of a spark in her eyes and a smile signalled she'd noticed it. Willy, huh? Or Will? She'd find out sooner or later, she was sure of it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 4:40 pm
He certainly wouldn't be as successful a hunter without Chusi, though he wouldn't be terrible. He was good at what he did because he relied on her to help, and through that reliance he had built a strong bond with her. Thus, it was always a little disheartening when he got a negative reaction out of others towards her. What was wrong with other Sentinels? Serpe could be just as cuddly as their little Mus or Skurri were.
As soon as she puffed up and let out that screeching yell, he ducked his head down as if she might strike out at him. He wasn't accustomed to people yelling and it not being at him. Then again, that's usually because he had sat on or squished something. After a moment, he began to recognize her frantic as a name, and when a little Skurri came skittering out to join her it all made sense. He couldn't help the small annoyed expression on his maw briefly before he tucked it away. He supposed it was only natural that they fear for their little furry friends when someone mentioned a cold-blooded reptile, after all. "No, Chusi isn't here right now. I didn't bring her today, since I didn't know how this interview was going to go, and she can be.. well, she doesn't always bode well for first impressions obviously." He waved a wing in her direction, to indicate how she had gathered her little companion to her so protectively.
"Chusi is extremely well behaved," he said, puffing himself up a little. He was trying for all the world not to look insulted, but he did care for his companion a great deal, just as much as others cared for their warm-blooded little companions. She was, after all, the only one he had ever had that he hadn't squished or harmed terribly. He was far too clumsy. "I don't think you have to worry about your.. Floo. Chusi is fed well, she doesn't often get tempted by snacks."
He let the thought go, shifting his wings a little as he focused on what she was saying next. "I don't see any reason why it won't, I'm pretty assured that I know what I'm doing." He offered a smile, an attempt to ease the bit of tension in the air, no doubt. "A trial week sounds just fine to me, though I'll have to go and get Chusi before I can begin, I'm pretty accustomed to hunting with her." He shrugged lightly at this, letting his gaze wander out to the territory around them curiously. It was a good thing his own territory neighbored it - he was somewhat familiar with at least the bordering area already.
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