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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:15 pm
Bumblebee's eyes widened as Dodger described her teacher. "Wow, he sounds... brave." She didn't want to say "scary." "W-well, I'm Bumblebee, and you can call me 'Bee' for short. Not 'Bumble,' though," she added quickly. "I don't have a companion, either..."
Bee followed Ossie toward the plank of wood. It was awfully large... "D'you think we can move it?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:28 pm
"You can't have him you can'tyoucan't he's mine!" She sputters hastily, fluffing up and spreading her wings in a threat display at the prospect of having to share her teacher with the Mist fledgling. The young aberrant turns towards Bumblebee, as if expecting that the other fledgling will try to steal her teacher too.. but then she calms down when Hawthorn is praised. "Yeah! Super brave! He is, he's the best ever. Seriously. So! Dodger, Ossie, n'Bee. I bet that th'three of us could move that silly old plank over to the entrance if we all tried hard 'nuff!"
Filled with self-importance, the youngster un-fluffs and strides over towards the wood, with only a little bit of a wobble in her steps to remind them of her earlier unsteadiness. "See, see!?" Excited now, the patchy Sentinel pokes at a few likely footholds with one unearthly bone-white talon. "You grab there, n'you grab there, n'I'll grab on here.. you guys push, an' since I'm bigger an' older I can pull and flap to help pull it in the right direction! Then once we got it over there we can all work t'gether to push it up against the hole!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 8:38 pm
At the patchy fledgling's outburst, the usually bold Osprey shrank back in a startled fear. Perhaps if Dodger did not seem so strange and sickly in appearance, she would of tried to press her own authority, but as of now she only wanted Papa Twist.
She shrank and nipped at the place Dodger had indicated. "I din' wanna share, anyways." She grumbled dejectedly as she sized up the plank. Perhaps with the three of them, they could cover the entrance, but the younger fledgling still had serious doubts about it.
"If'yer teacher is so great, why ain't 'e come, yet?" She protested, finding the idea of any teacher riding a waral a rather funny and ridiculous thought. "B'sides, my Papa Twist c'd beat a... A... A... A lani any day."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:16 pm
Bumblebee almost wished she had a mentor to challenge Dodger's Hawthorn or Ossie's Papa Twist. But there hadn't even been any specific Minder who she'd considered "hers" in particular.
She inspected the plank once again after hearing Dodger's plan. Yes, they probably could move it. But... "What about after the storm ends, and we want to get out? Or if an adult gets here? Are we going to be able to move it away again? That might be even harder." She frowned thoughtfully.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:33 pm
"He's prolly out beatin' up the Thunderbird to get him to shut up, that's why! Stop bein' silly and just do what I sez, it's gettin' colder and I can see snow 'n stuff out there, I dun wanna be trapped in here in the cold! 'Sides, if we can get it up in the entrance then a'course we can get it down, breakin' stuff is way easier," she speaks from experience, boldly pushing forward to gesture at the pair and urge them into position.
For a moment she glances down at the the board, a little bit of doubt and worry creeping into her expression, but she ruffles her wings determinedly and grabs the weathered board in her taloned feet. "C'mon, grab on an' push! Thunderbird's still squawkin' up there an' if we don't get ourselves safe soon we may get blown away by his anger. We don't got anyone but us to keep us safe fer now, we gotta get under cover, an' you guys gotta help me. It's important, it is itisitis." She may put up a decent act of being tough and confident, but the young aberrant is used to being ignored and she's.. well, she's scared, and still dizzy, and worried about her teacher and herself and and and.. and she's even worried about these younger fledglings, for some inexplicable reason.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:05 pm
"B'wha' if 'e can't get in?"
Osprey grunted irritably, but did not argue any further. She was too frightened and chilled and worried about what was to come to retain her usual hardheaded behavior. She wrapped her own feet about the spot were the strange, patchy aberrant had indicated earlier and began to push with all of her might. She flapped her little wings wildly and even tried to nudge it with her Will, though it was poorly developed, almost nonexistant, and didn't help her at all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 5:59 pm
"All right, all right." As younger than the Aberrant, Bumblebee felt she had no right to argue with the other's knowledge. She found the spot that Dodger had indicated as hers, and followed the others' example, gripping it tightly with her talons.
As Ossie pushed against the plank, so did Bee, panting and flapping, sometimes butting her head forward reflexively, as if that would help.
Bee suddenly felt her talons slip from the wood, and with a peep of distress went tumbling backwards, beak over talons, finally landing awkwardly on her tail in the middle of the classroom. "Stupid, clumsy bird..." Bee muttered under her breath, climbing to her feet and ducking her head in embarrassment, not wanting to meet either of the other fledglings' gazes.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:23 pm
"He killed a Waral all alone with his bare talons, he can get past a stupid piece of wood," she replies scornfully, all puffed up and proud of herself. It's so much easier to act brave and confident when she's thinking about Hawthorn, so Dodger focuses on her teacher while she grips the plank. Sharp little talons pierce the wood with as much strength as she can muster, and while the others pushed the Aberrant flapped and pulled, imagining that she was riding a wildly bucking Waral.
Inch by inch the wood moves across the surface, towards the entrance, until it suddenly jerks to a stop and Dodger is thrown clear, beak clacking in distress. For a moment her overactive imagination runs away with her, and the wooden plank is the runaway Waral, tail whipping wildly as it fights for its life. Frightened by the situation and her own wild musings, the patchy fledgling skitters away from the plank and the others, towards the entrance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:06 pm
"Nononononononoooo!" Ossie, exhausted from trying to move the plank, flailed and flapped her little wings in an attempt to catch the older fledgling's attention. Sickly and strange as she was, she seemed to know what she was doing. Ossie feared what would happen to her if she went too close to the entrance.
"Y'c'm back! Don' go out there, silly!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:58 pm
Bumblebee sulked for a short moment as her predicament was ignored, but then squawked in alarm as the frightened-looking Dodger headed once more towards the entrance. "Don't! Come back! It was just me dropping the plank, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I was clumsy, it was all my fault! Won't happen again! I'm sorry!" Bee continued babbling in apology, thinking guiltily that it would be entirely her fault if Dodger left the classroom and was swept away by the storm...
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:05 pm
It takes more than a few moments for Dodger to realize that the plank is still a plank and not a big scary Waral that's coming to eat her eyes. Unfortunately, in those few moments she's managed to venture near enough to the entrance to get herself soaked to the bone by an inopportune gust of rain-drenched wind. Dripping, panting, and more than a little bit wild-eyed (and still a bit wobbly!) the patchy aberrant turned back towards her companions and stared blankly at them.
"Uh," she begins, head tilted to the side. "Uh," still confused, her gaze travels from the plank to the pair of fledglings and then back again. "I.. sorry. My.. my toe, it got caught. An' then I... er, I figgered I'd check to see if Hawthorn was coming, just in case. Y'know."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:23 pm
"Y'almost falled out!" Ossie exclaimed with a hint of fear. "Mebbeh w'sh'd just wait fer y'teacher." She bustled nearer to the patchy aberrant, but still retained some distance out of worry for illness. Dodger was acting awful odd and she did not want to come down with the strange illness, nor did she want the sick fledgling to fall from the classroom.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:49 pm
"Sure you did," Bumblebee muttered under her breath, not believing a word Dodger said. She raised her voice so that the Abberant could hear: "Just stay away from the entrance, would you? Nothing we can do, really, except wait out the storm, or for someone to come...." Bee was concerned for the sickly-and-not-quite-right-in-the-head-seeming Dodger, but at the same time she was starting to become rather irritated with the older fledgling.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 4:48 am
"Youmindyourbeak!" She snapped suddenly at Bumblebee, blue eyes narrowed at the tone the younger fledgling had taken with her, "It's all your fault this happened, don't pretend like you're so smart." She hadn't heard the words, but the disgruntled muttering was still loud enough for sharp Sentinel hearing to catch and - unfortunately for Bumblebee - the patchy fledgling is extremely over-sensitive to any perceived criticism.
Clacking her beak with annoyance, Dodger nods at Osprey with exaggerated calm and poise before she moves back towards the plank, clearly intending to make a go of moving it into place herself. Grab hold, get ready and-- the aberrant pulls on the wood, flapping mightily, and manages to drag it just a little bit closer to her goal. At this rate she might have it at the entrance before the storm has blown past. Just barely.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 5:17 am
"She onn'y said t'wait fer summon t'come!" Osprey challenged the "head" fledgling with a defiant glare and waddled closer to Bumblebee, whom with she fluffed up and crouched down with. "Y'gonna migh' get 'urt, then wha' Hawth'n think, what with 'is student 'urt?"
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