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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:45 pm
Essex: *Stares through his shag of hair at the thickets wonderin' what's up with the dead bird.*
Moss: *Grumpily wanders in and wonders whats up with the thickets, an Essex bein near any of em* "Babysittin are we?"
Mirielle :: *looks up from where she was sitting* "I do non know what iz up with ze dead bird." *stands up at the other voice* "Ah Essex zis is votre frère?" *looks at Moss, noting the green like the captain*
Moss: *Blinks and slowly looks from Essex and the thickets to..the frenchy dame who is not a ugly..and Grins* "You sly sea dog you, goin out an makin things without mentioning it! His what now? No I'm not his father, M'n Essex's big brother."
Essex: *Stands stark still even as Moss and Mirielle talk to him* .... Tis my lil'uns Moss. And this is my wench... Mirielle. *grins wickedly* Ah yeah this is vo'fair or whatever, Mirielle.
Mirielle :: *whoops gotta stop doing all that french around people who don't get it* "Ah, frere iz a brozer, which iz who you do resemble very much, monsieur Moss." *flutters her wings a bit and introduces herself* "I am Mirielle, 'wench' of ze Capitaine Essex." *gestures to the thickets* "And zese petit ones here are your nieces et nephews, monsieur Moss."
Moss:*Grins n dips his head in greeting* "Good ta know, I know I look old as dirt, but hopefully not that old" *Giving a raspy chuckle an eyin' the 'cute' little thickets.* "I'll tell you straight Miss, if they were anyone elses I'd find 'em rather repulsin', but you two went n' made a good batch you did" *Ponders what 'uncle hood will be like* "Never had anyone aside from Essex here, havin a bunch more little bits around might be fun.
Mirielle :: "I do non know how I'd feel if zey were anyone else's, and mon full siblings were ze same age as moi. I have non had too many experiences with ze petit ones..." *she looks back down at her small fawns, proud* "Ah, but zese petit enfants will be ze greatest pirates, with ze greatest famille, non?"
Moss: *Cocks his head slightly and sniffs at the tiny thickets* "Can't say I've got any experience either, was always jus' me n' Essex, and of course our parents. An' then for a long while it was just me." *Smirks crookedly, and gives his own proud nod* "The best little, loot snatchin ankle bitters this side o' the world I'm sure! An' its 'yes' Miss, the greatest family, yes.." *Moss corrected with a chuckle, wenchs and their accents, such odd things*
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:13 pm
*Noses the thicket with the dead bird*I named the little parot here Cracker. Seems the lil'un isn't apposed to it. *Peers at the thickets* Ya got names for the little scamps? *circles the lot of them making sure they're comfortable*
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:39 pm
Moss: *Tilts his head again and finally notices the dead thing lying there..the..parrot?* "Cracker..Good name for a bird as anything..m'not sure the little ones can oppose much, bein ah little." *Shrugs, and finds himself a spot to sit, after all they are Essex's fawns, and he can name em and give em whatever pets he pleases, even if they're deadish ones*
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