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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:01 am
"Awww, who's a good Jerry? You are~." She giggled, tickling Jerry's belly with her fingers before she gave him a kiss on the top of his head and offered a second sardine. Such a good little Jerry!
Candace heard the dry heaving and looked up, frowning sympathetically at Sasha. She put Jerry down then, beside Jordan and Rep, and placed a blanket on top of him. The can of sardines was also emptied in front of him before she went to Sasha. Candace sat down beside her, draping an arm across her shoulders and giving the girl a kiss on the cheek. "I know, sweetie. You did well. You gonna be okay?" She laughed as the girl turned so her back was to the penguins, shifting with her. Poor thing!
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:02 am
Rep had never even heard happy penguin sounds but apparently he knew how to make them. Who knew?
acutely embarrassed later. And he is just going to say I told you so William >
He only distantly listened however. He liked fish lots but preening was probably better.
Not that obtaining fish was any longer a problem, one of the big pink penguins..HUNTERS..hunters. Sasha. Had just brought them an offering of further sardines. He picked one up and offered it to his penguin friend.
If he took it he turned his head to present him with the other eartuft. Fish meant preening right?
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:07 am
Fish meant preening. It was a good deal. Jordan ate the fish and nibbled lazily on the plume presented to him.
His headvoice wasn't being helpful, but it seemed to be enjoying itself, so that was all right.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:08 am
Jerry gave a squeal as he was tickled, feet wiggling as he was suddenly put back down on the blankets. His moment of disappointment was short lived as suddenly PILE OF FISH JUST AHEAD OF HIM! He gave a joyful crooning, singing penguin noise as he hopped forward to gorge himself. Who needed fishing? Fishing were for braver penguins. He gobbled down piece after piece.
Life was good. Simple but good. For a moment, Jerry had no cares in the world.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:16 am
Harrison had done a lot of sleeping, and was feeling good enough to wander outside for a while. Clear his head. See if they had any missions that involved killing polar bears or something.
He saw Candace with a sardine tin. And Sasha was there too, whatta b***h.
"You feeding penguins?" he asked with a grin, going to crouch over next to the penguins. A whole bundle of penguins were fighting. Probably over the fish. They weren't attacking humans, any way. More puzzling than the penguins, though, was the giant axe just lying there a few feet from them. "...What's Tracey doing in the snow?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:24 am
< You know William, being in your head as a penguin isn't that different from being in your head the rest of the time. >
His head voice was pretty silly, he decided. Feeling suitably pampered he ate another sardine. Life really was good. He had one possession - a shared blanket, a friend, and all the fish his little penguin stomach could hold.
There were a lot of the bigger penguins around too.
Hunters. Hunter penguins.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:26 am
That was Harrison. Jordan liked Harrison. "Hi," he chirped.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:29 am
Harrison's arrival drew Candace's attention away from Sasha long enough to look back at him and grin. "Something like that. Aren't they cute?" The grin grew more amused when he questioned Tracey's presence. "Take a goooood look at the angriest looking penguin."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:30 am
"Well, then," Syd said, having given away a few of the sardines to Aleister and anyone else that wanted them. "I'm done! There's plenty of hunters here and my hands smell, so--" She started to walk away. She REALLY didn't want to see the changing back thing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:34 am
Jerry preened proudly, his tummy full up of fish before he noticed Repguin and Jorguin waddling towards another familiar human... AH he knew that one! One he was concerned about! But... but the pretty human was sulking and...
He huddled, looking between the two, unsure of the best place to snuggle and preen.
Finally, he aquesed to instinct, hobbling over to lean up against Sasha's turned back and groom under his wings contentedly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:38 am
Sasha waved a hand in response to Candace, too distracted by the thoughts of nakedness to notice Sydney leave. When she felt a weight against her back, she turned to peer over her shoulder.
Jerry. Jerry penguin.
"Jerry, you are a penguin.. b-but we are going to h-have a very serious conversation when you are not a penguin. A-and.. if y-you turn b-back into Jerry again.. please don't be n-n-n-naked, okay?"
She sounded absolutely miserable.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:41 am
"I'll take 'em," Harrison said in regards to the extra sardines, accepting the tin, still eyeing Tracey.
"Why? What? The one with the eyebrows?"
He didn't get it. Although..."Hey, that's Rep's scarf, too. And its shoulder's messed up in the same..." Another break. He looked at the penguin with burn wounds.
Nobody seemed to be troubled by this.
He couldn't even begin to guess who the other penguins were. "......Is that.....is that you guys?" He looked with uncertainty at his little sardine tin. Sasha was talking to Jerry about being naked. ...He guessed they were naked. Sorta. Not like you could see anything.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:46 am
Sasha pointed at the penguin with the funny feathers.
"That's Rep."
She pointed at the one behind her.
"That's Jerry."
Sasha narrowed her eyes at the other two.
"I'm.. I'm not r-really sure who those are. Clarice said I had to watch after them."
A loud, dejected sigh.
"C-can you toss me a spare blanket? I really want to get J-Jerry covered up."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:49 am
There were more fish over there. He wasn't sure if he could eat any more. Maybe one. Maybe just a little one. Or two.
He waved a flipper at Harrison and squawked, calling out "Over here!" in penguin.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:50 am
Jerry heard words words words, and something that sounded familiar... his name? Right, his name. Jerry.
The penguin gave a squeaking yawn, laying down on the edge of the blanket Sasha sat on before tucking his head under her leg, content to sleep off the fish in his belly.
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