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 Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 8:11 pm
"Mr. Pickles indulge me a moment. Why in the heavens am I in this hell hole?" The vibrant voice of Capt. Essex Bloodstone could be heard crooning from a large sink hole. Yet again the enigmatic captain had found himself the enemy of the Earth. Circling the small hole he looked up at the sky where his familiar gotling simply sat and stared down at him.
"I have no clue, captain but if you would simply get a haircut maybe you could see these obvious traps." Though the gotling truly did not care, he supposed it was the captains fault. It was quite entertaining watching the buck go through so much hardships over one minor detail to his physique. "Is there something I can do to help?" The green goat asked knowing before the captain could ask that he was useless in this matter. He was hardly big enough to push a log into the hole nor was he tall enough to pull any vines from the trees to help the herla to the upper levels. It was quite possible this was the end for the captain.
Circling the hole Essex groaned rolling his eyes to the sky to glare at the goat. "I have no use for the likes of you. Be gone!" He snorted flopping to the ground with a grunt. "Insufferable twit."
Sighing the gotling moved on his way, deciding he could at least find a herla of which to help. Maybe, if only he knew where to look...
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 8:59 pm
Moss found himself milling about miserably as usual, ignoring most of his surroundings..that loud sound..yelling mayhaps? He didn't care what it was. Those birds tweeting? He wished them shot silent..That rustling in the bushes not too far off, it very well could have been his death coming to have some grog and a nice last meal before dragging his lonesome soul off to an unmentionable pit of suffering. He was far to weary and preoccupied with his current task to give a bother about anything else..
In fact Moss was at this very moment having a stare down with a particularly distasteful log that had somehow managed to do him wrong. Whether it'd tripped him up, or was hiding delicious grubs deep in its rotting bark it was impossible to tell, for the harts expression held nothing but morose boredom, and maybe a tad bit of loathing. Truthfully were it not for the slightly raspy wheeze Moss made with every other breath, one might not have noticed he was there at all! Still and silent this one was, quite lost in his own little world..
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 9:20 pm
Mr. Pickles (oh why does he have such a name) wandered aimlessly through the thicket, rustling through leaves and shrub in search of a Herla to help his dumbfounded captain. It was beyond his knowledge to understand why he insisted on remaining at the Herla's side but perhaps the endless excitement from a less then exciting guy kept him loyal. He would never understand himself. The gotling was intent to wallow in his own pity when he heard a strange wheezing. Curious of the noise he peeked out from the shrubs standing stalk still at the green surrounding. Where the devil was that noise coming from?
Moving ever so carefully the gotling looked around, eyes intent on the noise that was until he spotted a log. Oh thank all that was wonderful, at least there was something to get Essex out of the hole, now he need but to find some Herla who wer- "Ow." Bumping into what felt like a log itself provide Mr. Pickles the added measure of seeing the herla there. "Oh...!" He blends in well. "I didn't see you." It was quite interesting. Looking the other over Mr. Pickles had the distinct recollection that he'd seen this Herla before, at least some small recognition but nothing out of the ordinary. "Ah... oh yes. Um my apologies for bumping into you but I do require your assistance. You see my ..erm.. friend has gotten himself trapped in a sink hole and I require a Herla such as yourself to perhaps push this log into the hole for him to get out." Well that was the gist of it. "If you would be so kind."
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 9:34 pm
Moss's gaze drifted lazily down to the ugly green bump that had so chosen to wander smack dab into his long fur covered leg..One ear cocking curiously into an attentive position as he caught the thing's words, he didn't know why he was bothering to listen, hard as it was to hear at all sometimes the way his poor ears were torn up..One never knew, maybe the ugly thing was a forest nymp! Moss prayed it wasn't a forest nymph, hed heard they were beautiful, and he'd hate for that to turn out to be an utter lie, jus like everything else in life a lie!
"And I chose not ta' see you, how convenient for us both..." Moss's voice made of gravel and smoke, raspy and with a slight hitch, that drawn out wheeze trailing the end of his sentence forcing him to inhale while he stared down the small strange critter. "Assistance requires me ta' move my old sore a**, te' help you who's too ugly to be worth helpin'. Pray tell what it is I'll be gettin' outta this raw deal besides a work out I don't need?" Moss queried raising one eyebrow suspiciously. He would certainly not be so kind, he was sick o' bein kind, and unless there was a hot piece of tail waiting down in that sink hole, he severely doubted he'd bother at all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 9:55 pm
Mr. Pickles gave a frown he had hoped this one was of the nicer breed. Seeing as he was not, the nice guy act was dropped instantly. "Whatever." The gotling turned up his nose at the bigger green bump moving around the log to push with all his might at the stubborn thing. "I don't know how that guy manages to get lost so much, he's always falling into sink holes or if that's not worse he can find it entertaining to drown himself... over a FISH!" Sighing Mr. Pickles pushed again bumping his head against the log over and over.
"I swear .. that Captain... stupid Essex... I can't do this on my own!" Growling by now the gotling had given his last push but the stubborn log just would not move. Sighing and flopping to his butt he looked up to Moss a rather warn out expression hidden with a plea. "Look just help me out here! Essex needs my help and I'm trying to save him or are you the kind of herla that doesn't care if others die?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:11 pm
"Lucky you, I'm exactly that kinda herla, who don't give one blink to those who get themselves in dire sitiations'" Essex-Essex-Essex..that name sounded soo familiar to him, rung a real loud bell right in the back of his mind, real nagging thing that name was. Terribly nagging, enough so that Moss took pause, his face contorting in thought, though to an onlooker it probably looked like quite a painful thing for him to be thinking.. "Your tugging at my tiny heart strings tho' ugly little bump that you are..bein' so pathetic an' on the short side.." A rather creepy grin cracking across Moss's far too stern face, looking a terrible grimace that didn't belong there, this particular herla was not one meant for smiling.
"So cause I'm a nasty sort, but you've managed ta' move me..I'll help ya out." Arching his back until his spine cracked and popped loudly, a wheezy pleased sigh escapin' as it did, Moss leaned down and put his bulky mountain size to work, neck bent as he heaved at the log, giving it a hefty budge to start the old thing rolling. "Now, howsabout you tell me again, the name o' this dear friend I be assisting?" Moss knew that name for sure, knew it better then he knew his own, hell he probably knew it better then he knew his own mums! But whether it was the same or not..couldn't be the same..no..an impostor it was! Some wretched vagabond stealin' his dear brothers good name, well if that'd be the case he'd find a better use for the log then as a ladder..
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:26 pm
Mr. Pickles sighed for probably the umpteenth time that day. First he had to deal with an idiot of a captain that got himself trapped as was usual for him. Now this strange, listless, lifeless herla with a drawl so dripping and unkind that he had to listen to the Herla twice. When he spoke and again in the little gotlings mind. Was his probably anyway? He got a grudge against the world?
Watching as Moss pushed the log as if it were nothing, the gotling gave a satisfied snort before turning to address the bigger bump. "I said his name is Essex. Ya deft!?" He snorted galloping forward after the log. He wasn't the kind of gotling to remain kind for long, he only did that when it had benefits. As already noted it worked not on this buck. "Besides he's a twit anyway, always with that shag of hair, never cuts it. I tell him its the bane of his existence and what does he do... drown himself in a lake he does. Seriously he's lost his mind." Mr. Pickles rambled on, he couldn't help it, always so worried for his captain but putting on quite a show that he couldn't care less. Such is the way of a little green bump.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:39 pm
Moss tossed the little gottling a cockeyed glare, tilting his head just so to make sure the bit caught it, "Ya see my ears? Ya seen my body! O'corse I'm half deaf, an sore and surely ya ungrateful bit o' snot." Moss barked with a craggy snarl trailing the edge's of his words. How dare he ask him whether he was deaf or not! He had said deaf hadn't he? Well whatever, he had no right to sound irritated over nothin' it wasn't him pushin' the log now was it...
"Ain't deaf so much as I think yer' a filthy ugly liar, there's only one Essex in the world worth bein' called Essex, and he ain't around no more..which mean's yours is a damned impostor." Moss bit off irritably, the description sparkin' another bit of memory lodged deep in Moss's brain..familiar again just like the name, but it couldn't be him, he'd lost him. All his fault that had been, not that he'd told a soul. They'd said it was in his nature to wander, but if he'd maybe wandered along with the little nuisance, maybe he'd have come back that day..
"Well you'd best be hopin' he's got enough mind there to be willin' to change that name. Lest your friend find himself squished into naught but bits o' jam and bone for the worms to chew at." The big green bump went on, listening curiously to the gottlings ramblings, that buzzing in his brain going on again. He believed in seeing before believing though.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:46 pm
He couldn't care one twit if the Herla were deaf or half deaf or whatever it was that he was! Essex needed help that was all that matter so he would pipe down, long enough to get the log where it needed to be. But with all the drawled out words and his surly attitude, Mr. Pickles could hardly hold his tongue. Especially at this big green bumps demands.
"Now you wait one flying cockamamie minute! Essex is a captain, MY captain he's a great one at that. He might be a little simpleminded at times..." he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well all the times but he's a good guy. He means well too! And his name is Essex... Capt. Essex Bloodstone! He's the best there is, he can't help it if the world is out to get him." Truth be told if only Mr. Pickles knew of Essex's background and the relation this bigger green bump had with the captain. "Besides, you'll see him when we get there. Make a decision for yourself but he definitely will not be changing his name... none too soon either!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:56 pm
"Oh Capn'-my Capn', so ya fancy him enough to talk back to me do ya? Brave little bit I'll give ya that.." Bloodstone..now stealing a first name was one thing, but stealing a last? Even the twittiest of twits weren't silly enough to go about doing that, stealing hole names and identities, and the way the gottling spoke of him. Sure as hell sounded like the little nuisance who used to n** at his heels and ramble on about bein' this grand adventurer.
"See him I will, and a decision I'll be sure to make, you'd best just be hopin' and prayin' on all your little hooves that he's who you says he is..or else squish he'll go I promise that to ya." Moss snorted quietly, trudging along and giving the log steady shoves, steerin it towards the whole..and really who would be fool enough to wander into such a thing? Big as big could be that whole was, a crater more like it, only the blind could miss it for sure! "What'd ya say this great capn' of yours looks like again, lotsa hair an all, stupid as that is, but anythin' else extrodinary? Lotsa herla got lotsa hair! Not me o'course but lotsa em do!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:07 pm
Seemed that the captain's essence was starting to rubbing off on the big green bump but he seemed to be yammering on about theivery of names and identies and the like. What was he getting at anyway? "Ya know... ya been yammering on about my boss's name and I've not received yours. Me thinks this is probably stupid to say but I'm Mr. Pickles." And he shuttered every time he uttered his own name. So stupid! What's a pickle anyway?!
"Look there, the hole is there! Captain! Hey Capt you in there!?" Of course he was but he probably found some way to make things worse, even in his state. "If you want to see him then take a look yourself." He grunted to the other. "It's more than I could ever describe."
Essex paced back and forth looking to the sky at the sound of the gotling familiar. "I'm here you twit! Why'd ya come back here?" The accusation was a little less venom and sounded more like the captain was relieved. He just had to put on a show for sure. "Did you get some help or somethin'?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:20 pm
"Yer name is wha now?" What in the blue blazes was a pickle? And here he'd always thought his name was odd, suitable,but odd for sure, at least he knew what the hell moss was! But a pickle? Such an absurd word that was.. "Hee hee hee..your name is worse off 'n mine, and whas the Mr. Stand fer eh? Ya got yourself a misses about maybe, mnnnh ya lucky ugly bump you.." Moss teased freely, cacklin' all the way until he heard the one caught up in the holes voice. His head coming up as he stopped pushing, cautiously approaching the edge to peer over and get a look for himself..
"If by help, ya mean someone who's half itchin' to drop a log on yer hairy head, then yeah, the ugly bump's brought you some help." Moss drawled on, but for a moment he could only stare, wide eyed and bewildered, shock and confusion stretching the weary lines of his face. He wasn't believing his eyes or his ears to well, but there it stood in the flesh. Older for sure, furrier by far, bigger too, maybe even a bit on the handsome side. One way or another it was Essex, young, alive, healthy in body if not in mind...still a wandering twit for sure...but it was him..
"Ya ugly rat b*****d, I've got half a mind to leave you rot in this hole. S'it really you Essex?" Moss's fluffy drooping tail perking enough to wag with some sort of happiness, wanting quite badly to hear the answer he wanted from the hole bound herla.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:37 pm
"Oh shove it. I aint got no misses and I didn't even name myself ya dolt." He grumbled wishing a sink hole would suddenly appear as it often did for Essex. "That dolt named me!" But why would he allow such a stupid name to stick. Actually he hadn't, Essex just took upon himself to keep calling him that tile Pickles simply gave up. "Whatever..."
Essex of course couldn't see and could only reply with a mild snort, "Who's dat?" He tried peeking behind the curtain of hair but all he saw was... well hair. With a shrug of his shoulders he stretched out long and limb wishing whoever had come to help would hurry it up already. "Ya know this isn't the time or place to be getting acquainted.. ya gonna help me or what?" Essex was far too irritable by now, tired of being in the hole, and possibly ready to listen to that damnable Mr. Pickles and get his hair cut, if only a smidgen but cut nonetheless. "I'm Essex of course the great and glorious captain of the sea." Although what seas he's ever traveled is within his over active mind. "What's it to you who I am?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:50 pm
Moss rolled his eyes, tossing the goat a sly smile, of course the ugly snot had no misses..that'd be..well there didn't need to be any breedings of any more ugly hooved snots did there! No sireee.."He gave you an ugly name he did, poor unfortunate thing you are, tho it fits ya, sure as rot on a log it does!" Moss gave a sharp nod, stepping a bit closer to peer down into that hole, admiring hair n wings n all that was Essex.
"Oi now, is that any way to be chatting with yer savior of the moment? No thank you's or pleases? Yer mother taught you no manners worth remembering I see, nope..they were always far to lenient with us, lettin us embrace all that imagination. Tho I think they coulda fought to chain yours just a tad." Moss was all ugly crooked smiles, from ear to tattered ear he grinned. A Capn' of the sea he claimed! Well moss would hear that story, a great adventurer was he? Well he'd have to fish him out of the hole to find out if it all was true, he was sure.."You gone blind as well as empty headed behind all tha' fancy hair o' yers? Its to your flesh n' blood as to who I think you are! Not that that's worth anything much these days.." Moss sighed, giving a great shake of his shaggy head as he got behind the log, turning it lengthwise before moving to push it in.
"Now move your fat tailed arse back outta the way, lest I squish you on accident! You owe me some talkin' too, and I'm not about to go 'off' myself just to enjoy chattin up a ghost."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:12 am
If Essex could remember one name after another or one iota of his childhood he'd probably remember he had an older brother, one he admired and one he couldn't help prattling on and on about his soon-to-be great adventures. This... this strange Herla suddenly had his mind in a whirl. What was he yammering on about? Flesh and blood, his mother, things that didn't concern him, Essex thought. "Hey! You best be watching your words where my mother's concerned..." Stupid twit. He had some nerve. "She was a gentle lady, loved me dearly she did." And he knew it though he wondered why no one had ever gone after him that day he'd gotten lost. Oh well it wasn't completely a loss.
Watching as the log was pushed and soon fell into the hole, Essex gave a lopsided grin and sigh of relief. He was free! Free to be captain once more! Finding purchase on the log he hurriedly climbed out huffing the whole way up, though upon reaching the top he quickly turned to headbutt Mr. Pickles for his flippant behavior earlier. "Ya watch your mouth talking to me the way ya did earlier... damn twit."
"Hey I'm not to blame for your a** falling into that thing. I told you to watch out!" He protested hopping out of the way of another headbutt. Now that the captain was out and the little gotling had a chance to actually see both herla together he saw a mild resemblance between the two. So was that what he was prattling on about, that perhaps Essex was kin to him in some way?
For Essex he was just happy to be out and circled the other for a moment before stopping to sit on his butt and stare. No matter how long he did this he would never see past that shaggy curtain of hair, though he did see something moving. A mountain of moss it looked like he even smelled of the stuff. "Haha... you look like ya got moss all over ya! That's rich...hahaha! Ya even smell of the stuff, what'ja do? Roll around in the stuff!" That was rather interesting, only other Herla he knew to have that kinda look or smell like it, heck he even had the na-- "Hey!!!" Eyes went bug eyed at the sudden thunder of memory moving closer, closer still he stopped only when he was but a nose reach from the other. "Who are you?"
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