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 Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:12 pm
"Oh! I'd love to hear one," Birch exclaimed. "I love to hear other bards tell stories. Is it one of the classics or your own creation?"
Birch was fond of Peatbog's tales, but it was something special to hear a new untried story too. A story would help keep their minds off their damp feathers and the roaring thunder. A gust of wind rocked the trees above them and a shower of pinecones pelted the stage.
"Wow," Birch said, "I wouldn't want to perform out there tonight. The audience seems to be really violent."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 6:36 am
"Alright," Jester exclaimed with an excited hoot, he was very glad Birch was willing to listen. Glancing out at the new noise of the pine cones pelting the stage. "Yes I'm quite glad that I'm in here and NOT on the stage." Jester shuddered.
Then gathering himself up he cleared his throat, "Once very long ago there lived a mus at the foot of a tall tree..." Jester began, slightly cumbersome as he couldn't move his body to much to help tell his story.
"And this mus had a neighbor."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 11:29 am
"Good thing stories doesn't need a stage," Birch commented and preened his damp chest feathers. "They work just as well when you're holed up somewhere to wait out a storm."
He turned his head towards Jester to make sure he didn't miss any part of the story. The thunderbird was noisy tonight, but since they sat closely together it shouldn't be a problem.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:16 pm
Leaning in slightly to be sure Birch could hear him, Jester continued.
"A very noisy neighbor. And the mus was always up very late into the day because of the racket his neighbor caused."
Jester started to get nervous, and began to forget the story. Pausing for a moment he gathered his thoughts together to continue.
"So......so one day he decided. 'Enough is Enough!' he told himself finally."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:36 pm
Birch nodded encouragingly as Jester paused. It was nice to have something to listen to, and Birch could really see the little annoyed Mus being fed up with not getting a good days sleep. It helped distracting from the icy wind and showers of rain that splattered his feet and chest feathers from time to time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:00 pm
There's a sudden distant peal of thunder that just keeps rolling on and on and on, as if somewhere out there, the rain has momentarily been replaced by lightning strikes. It seemed to come from the direction of the Deep Woods...
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:41 pm
Jester stopped mid story to listen to the peal of thunder. Fluffing up a bit more, and turning slightly away from it, he continued.
"So the next day, very early, the mus snuck up to his neighbors house."
Jester hunched low like a mus would as it investigated. "The mus's nose twitched taking in smells as he ran up to the top of the tree. Just then the noise started up the same that kept him awake all day. Groaning the mus found the tiny hole where the sound was coming from and peered in."
"To the mus's great surprise he came nose to nose with another mus!" Jester jumped back in surprise, fully engulfed in his story.
'Hey!' the mus cried to his kin, the other mus cried out with the same shock. 'Ah!'. Slightly confused the mus asked, 'Why are you asleep in the middle of the night, and make such a racket during the day?' he questioned. The other mus rubbed his ears, pulling them down over his eyes slightly, a nervous habit he had 'I'm afraid of the dark.'
Jester had gotten slightly engulfed in his story, he didn't realize at some points his story didn't make to much sense. But he was very nervous he had never told a story to another before.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:58 pm
After the rude interruption by the rumbling thunder the Thunderbird seemed to quiet down completely. Perhaps the storm was blowing over after all?
Birch chuckled at the little Mus. What a silly thing to be afraid of! He remembered teasing his sister for being afraid of the "bright". She used to peep and whine if too much light got in when she was going to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:50 am
Jester puffed his feathers unsure of what Birch was thinking. "What...what did you think?" he asked. Hearing the thunderbird start to fly away, he eyed the sky then turned his attention right back tot he other bard.
He was nervous about the safety of his friends, especially Twilla, and even more so of how Birch perceived his storytelling abilities. Or lack there of.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 12:17 pm
"Great fun!" Birch hooted, "Thank you. Too bad you didn't get to test it out on stage."
He gingerly stepped out from their shelter, shaking water from his wings, carefully stepping over or around fallen branches.
"Hoo! This place is a mess," he commented, "I hope the rest of the forest is better off. Do you want a quick tour now or should we see if there is anyone in need of help in the area first?"
It had been a violent storm, and Birch didn't want to think about what could have happened if one of these fallen branches had blown into their shelter.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:51 am
Jester stepped carefully out of the shelter after Birch. Taking in the sight of the stage littered with branches, "I think we should see if everyone is alright. It doesn't look to bad here for the moment." he replied to Birch's question.
Stretching his wings out from being slightly cramped and trying to tell a story, Jester could almost hear his bones creak with delight at the freedom to move.
"Where should we check first?" Jester inquired, not sure of where the worst damage was in the forest.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 10:39 am
"I'm not sure," Birch said, "I guess we could spiral outwards from the theatre and check the surrounding territories."
Birch started to preen to ready himself for flying. As much as he would love to check the theatre for damage he knew other Sentinels might be in danger. The life and health of Sentinels was more important than art after all. Birch flew to one of the higher perches at the edge of the theatre and peered out to survey the damage. From what he could see it was pretty bad, and he could see one missing tree at a first glance. He suspected more trees than that one had fallen in the storm.
"What do you say," he hooted, checking to see if Jester had followed, "will you help me scout the area or do you have friends and loved ones you want to check up on first? I guess the Elites will be all over the forest to look for casualties soon."
He hoped his parents were all right. They were both strong and capable, but he also knew that his mother had probably been out flying through this storm to help others in need. His thoughts went out to other friends that he was less sure of. Tousled, Vinch, Fjord, Char... Had they managed to ride out the storm?
(I think we could end this soon, unless you want to keep going.)
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 1:33 pm
Jester paused a moment, his thoughts drifting to Twilla, she could handle herself he though. Then turning to follow Birch up to the higher theatre branches, "I'll help you look, then we can try to clean up the stage some."
Opening his wings,"I'll go around to the south, and you go around to the north and we'll meet back here. Does that sound alright?" Jester asked, suddenly very serious about what he was doing.
(I'd be inclined to agree. I'd love to continue to rp with Birch and the other bards, if they'd have Jester that is.)
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 12:23 pm
Birch nodded curtly and made his last preparations for flight.
"Sounds good," he said, but then hesitated. "Wait a moment."
He flew back down to a storage area near the stage and started searching among the assortment of random items that had been left there. After some rummaging he found a set of old dented bells that still jingled, if a bit off key. He quickly flew back to Jester, bells in paw.
"Take these," he said, "It might be better not to be soundless if we want to find others. It should be more effective than calling out every other wing flap. Just take them off if you want to try to hunt..."
With that Birch took off and started his search, sincerely hoping NOT to find any horribly injured sentinels.
(I'd be happy to rp with you again. Take a look in the messenge outpost, there's a bard/fledgling event in the works if you're interested...)
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 4:26 pm
Jester stared in absolute awe at the bells Birch left in his paw. It was like holding...like holding..Jester couldn't even compare it to anything. The wildtype had never held something so wonderful in his entire life.
Ever so carefully, as if they would disappear into nothingness if he didn't have all his attention focused completely on the bells, he slipped them on his ankle. Their soft out of tune jingling was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
If Jester could have blinked back a tear he would have then, coming back to the task at hand he lifted off into the air.
Jester promised himself he would remember this day, as one of the best of his life. He almost came to believe that the thunderbird was on his side.
(please tell me if that last bit is a bit off)
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