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 Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:00 pm
Finally! s'me time to explore! an exasperated and finely irritated Pantoof thought to herself as she escaped the confines of her new home. It was nice and all, and Lova was great, but sometimes a girl's just gotta get out and go!
The young mouse was a notorious adventurer anyway, always slipping away when Lova wasn't looking while in the grand market of Mossflower, or slinking off while the adult was tending to the budding garden. Any chance Pantoof could find to go off and do her own thing, she'd take it! It was high time to get out and see the world, as she'd done once before after escaping the wretched orphanage. All those whiny babies, and the same old gruel everyday. Being kept in the small circumference like fenced bugs. No way was she going to resort to that again! Maybe she could find some kids her own age who weren't a bunch of sissy's, who would go on her typical dare-devil escapades. She'd yet to meet anyone as daring as she, or as lively either. It was frustrating when she'd receive a, 'Oh but it sounds so dangerous!' or a 'that doesn't sound like a good idea..'. No one knew how to have fun around here!
Scampering down a beaten path through a tunnel of grass that had been molded and manipulated by common passerby's, Pantoof went on her merry way to find something fun to do! Lova had been preoccupied with refurbishing the log that was the duo's home, thus leaving the young mouse to take entertainment into her own tiny paws!
One day during a trip to Mossflower, her curious ears had picked up on some murmurings from another party that there was a fello rodent by the name of Amelia who held a large vat full of treasure's, and items galore! This sounded like something worth checking out. And so, Pantoof followed the directions that the little group had muttered to one another, having the rather sharp memory that she did, and weaved about the damp terrain to reach this new destination.
Upon arrival, she saw a crowd had already gathered. Apparently this wasn't as discrete or secret as she thought it might have been. But no matter. A group of younger critters such as herself surrounded the infamous trunk that she'd heard of. And there was the Amelia character that had been described in the gossip, and another individual... a rabbit who stood aside of the chest. How curious...
Observing from afar, eying a few of the youngling's who were interacting, Pantoof crept closer, her paws fiddling with the fur at her sides nervously. Though she was rather confident and boisterous, little Pantoof was a bit unsure of those her own age. She didn't seem to click with any, and scared them off unintentionally with her forward and 'passionate' personality. But her attention was drawn back to Amelia and her box of treasures, that was open for business so it seemed. Pantoof watched as other children grabbed at random items to pull out and try on with a giggle, showing it off or imitating the act of what new role they'd obtained. A free for all, eh? Well.. hopefully there was something she'd like in there...
Creeping closer, peeking in the deep large wooden crate, round blood red ruby's skimmed the presented and remaining pieces, a little paw rummaging about until... ah! there! Glowers widening in a sort of stunned expression, Pantoof quickly pulled out her item of choice. It was a bronze helmet, one that was aged, and from a simpler time or area of the world. A glorious dirty cream plum streamed from the center of it, and down the back like a tail. It was perfect! Just what a warrior of greatness would wear. Snatching it out and placing it upon her head, round ears poking through the holes in the top, the little mouse beamed in a victorious manner.. even if the helmet was a bit big and covered over some of her eye-line. Either way, it was a great find!
Prompt 2 response;
Pricking her ears, tipping her head back to look up to the towering rabbit as he instructed to all the gathered children to settle, Pantoof blinked and watched as they all listened. Smiling lightly, she followed suit; no use arguing with the one giving out the good loot!
Sitting a bit away from the other children, more towards the front since she didn't know any of them, she watched the rabbit and mouse squabble, grinning a little to herself, but she remained quiet for the most part.
A story huh? Well.. it'd better be good.
Those two were a bit amusing to watch, but Pantoof was more confused than anything as to the rabbit's heavily weaving words. She just wanted to hear the story! Sighing softly, she tipped her head one way, the helmet following, to rest her cheek on her shoulder.
But finally the story got on. And it surprisingly grabbed the mouses attention. Ears swiveled forward in interest, leaning closer a little, she shook her head at his question... as if he were talking to only her. What kind of game? Hide and go seek? Tag? Ghost in the graveyard? Bandit and merchant? This story was getting interesting!
At the request to volunteers, Pantoof's little arm lifted, her petite paw wriggling, "I will!" she declared proudly, head tilted high so as to see from the past the shielding helmet.
{ the helmet look something like this but much more full in the plumage area, and the colours are obviously in the response. cx It doesn't have to be exactly like the picture, just a sort of rough reference for ya.}
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:24 pm
Zander giggled as he had a seat at the rabbit's behest, glancing around at everyone else in their various costumes. Everyone looked grand, and he was sure that this was one of the most entertaining things that had ever happened to him in his short life. He returned his attention back to the stage, tiny ears perked, his golden eyes wide with an excited giddiness. Oh the little mousemaid was just adorable as well, with her comically long rainbow scarf. He cried out with the other children as the rabbit tried to tout a rather generic sounding fairytale. Kings and queens!? Why, everyone and their grandmas knew stories like that. Give us something new!
"Yeah, tell us that one! The unicorn story, yes, please!" he called out, snickering softly. When the mouse and her uncle began to banter back and forth, he giggled again, and the mask slid from his face. He quickly scooped it up and put it back on, and then called out, "DIRE! A DIRE NIGHT, YEAH!" his voice joined the multitude of other youngster's voices once more. He smirked as he quieted again to listen to Bale's story. He had never heard a tale like this one, though, sometimes back at the orphanage the kids told each other wild and wicked tales about monsters and ghosts. Those never tended to have very happy endings, but he was feeling good about this. How can you have a unicorn story without a happy ending?
When Bale next questioned the audience, Zander frowned in thought. What kinda games do crazy old witch cats like to play? There was less of an answer this time before Bale continued it seemed, so Zander kept quiet, not knowing quite what to say. Why, he'd never even met a cat in person. Lots of the kids he'd known back at Zephra's claimed that they were dangerous, but he figured that he'd make that decision for himself. Even his own species had its own dark rumors, but -he- wasn't a bad ferret.
Zander gasped when Bale announced his need for volunteers. His little brown paws shot up, and he danced in his seat, eyes wide, smiling huge. "Oh, me, me, pick me, please!" he asked, hoping that he'd attract the attention of the rabbit and the mouse.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:28 pm
Drake watched, enamored, as the rabbit proposed a story. A prince and a princess? Blegghhh, that sounded kind of girly! Why couldn't they tell a story about a mighty warrior, with a sword (a BIG one), who ran around and smashed things – bad things, of course! Yeah, that sounded like a way better story that some pansy getup about princes and queens and stuff like that. But just as he was about to shout his better suggestion to the rabbit, the little mouse girl interrupted Bale. She wanted a story about....a unicorn. THAT WASN'T ANY BETTER. Only girls liked unicorns, and Drake was, most decidedly, not a girl. That rabbit was definitely going to hear about this!
“Noooo, don't tell a story about some stupid unicorn! How is there supposed to be any fighting and butt-kickin' in a story with a unicorn,” he called to the stage, hopping up and down alongside the other children. It seemed his tries were in vain, however, because soon enough the rabbit began to tell his story. The robin pouted silently in his spot while still being jostled by the others, his expression dour. The characters didn't even have normal names! Leave it up to a girl to give the name Persnicket to something.
Still, he listened to Bale as the rabbit continued his story, slowly becoming more excited as it went on. Ooooh, that cat sounded pretty bad! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, and the unicorn was even a warrior which was better than no warrior at all, he supposed. Even a stupid one. He didn't respond as the rabbit asked the audience which game the cat would play because really....he wasn't quite sure what type of games evil cats would play?
The “tell me a story” game! AWESOME. Drake resumed his hopping as the rabbit asked for volunteers, his wings flapping wildly and his mask becoming somewhat askew. “Holy theatrics, I can do it! Pick me, pick me, memememe,” he shouted, the yellow cape behind him billowing dramatically in the slight breezing revolving around the stage. It would totally help his chances.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:37 pm
Amelia rushed down into the audience, and grabbed at some of the beasts who's hands were up. She would later remember that the audience was much larger than the normal... it must have been a market day or something. By the end of her rounds in the audience, she had collected 11 children not all that much older than herself, she had accidentally tied a mouse (Toki) and a bat (Mot) up in her scarf when she turned a corner too quickly, she had stepped on the foot of a bird (Tarke), and she had rounded angrily on two squirrel boys who (she assumed) had purposefully stepped on her scarf to try and get her to trip. When they all made it up onto the small wooden stage, Amelia announced them all with a "TADA!" and promptly flapped her eye patch onto her other eye for good measure. Bale grinned at her, and gave the volunteers a flourish. "Ladies and small gentlemen, you have been selected. All you have to do... is whatever I say" He grinned at them all and pulled the puppets up on his hands again as if to start. "Uncle Bale, you gotta organize them." Amelia stamped her little foot and glared at her uncle. Bale sighed. "H'alright. All you beastlings listen up. There's..." he paused and glanced over them all, counting. "11 of you and Mealy here makes 12. Get in line there little miss." He prodded the little mousemaid with a foot, and enjoyed the death glare she shot him before falling in line next to the little robin. "Now, no mousies next to mousies, lets keep the squirrel in a league... no, only one squirrel? Lots of mousies though." he sighed again. "Hokay. You there, miss, what's yer name? Toki? Alright Toki, you stand here next to this here bat, yer name please? Mot. Miss Toki and Miss Mot here. You're group one. You there, little Red bird, you're with Mealy Mouth, don't you glare at me like that. Now, Mr red squirrel, your name please? Finn. You're with this chap here, name please? Newt. Finn and Newt. You there, pretty miss mousie, you're with this ferret here... your names please? Trix and Zander. Trix, Zander, Zander, Trix, now you're h'aquainted. The little pilot here, Roland, yes thank you, you're getting the hang of this then, you're with the other lovely little miss mousie, name please? Hazel... lovely name for a lovely mousemiss. And that leaves another mouse missy and a pretty young blue with a bell. Your names? Cadence and... Pantoof? Really? I think I knew you in another life. Anywho... now your'e all paired." He sighed again one last time, took a deep breath and launched into the story again. (( Leaving stage left to right::
1. Toki + Mot
2. Drake and Amelia
3. Finn and Newt
4. Trix and Zander
5. Roland and Hazel
6. Cadence and Pantoof
And no mouse sibling is standing with another. ^_^ )) "So BrooHA here, says yes, he'll play the Persnicket's game, cause he's oh so clever and oh so smart, and oh so int'hellighent, never knowing all the while that all three of those mean the same thing. He stands up in front of the cat wizardess and tells her "Briiihhhhiiiing it on!" So she does. She launches into a story about a warthog. A warthog named Dartanian who lives in the woods all alone and never has a mean thing to say about nobody. But Dartanian the warthog doesn't have any friends, because can you imagine being friends with someone as ugly as a warthog? They stink and they smell. But one day Dartanian is walking through the woods, snuffing around like a good hogger, looking for tasty food and water, when an evil cat appears out of nowhere, No relation says Persnicket, no relation at all. And the evil cat wizard tells the Hog that all he has a spell that he can cast. All the hog need do is learn the best joke in the land. So the hog goes out to the village and asks everyone all about their jokes, and he comes back with a good one. He tells the Cat his joke and the cat Laughs, the cat actually laughs so hard that he snorts.... (( Group 1. here. You don't have to tell a joke if you don't want to, but I do need you to laugh at some point. The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) The cat wizard tells him that it was the fairest joke in all the land. But that's not the end of the spell, oh no. There were still 5 more parts to the spell. The second thing that he'd need from Dartanian was the smelliest flower in all the forest. Dartanian runs back to the village and is told by a little shrewwifey that she has the smelliest flowers. She gives him one to take back to the Cat, and Dartanian can smell the thing all the way there. Once it's in the Wizard's hands though, it causes him to sneeze a little... at first, but before the wizard knows it he's blowing sneezes that could take the roof off'a yer abode! And he's coughing too. (( Group 2. here. I don't really care what Drake does here, but I do need him to sneeze at some point. The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) Next he tells the Hog that he needs the tastiest fruit in all the forest. So the hog goes back to the village and asks all the creatures there about the tastiest fruits... he comes back with a purple berry, which he gives to the wizard. The cat says 'it's a pretty purple berry.' and then he eats it. At first it is so sour, that his whole face puckers up... and then he starts to hiccup and burp. (( Group 3. here. You don't have repeat the line if you don't want to, but I do need you to pucker up your face at some point, and possibly the latter if you're willing. The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) The Cat's face was so tender that he felt he needed some cheering up. After a drink of water he asked Dartanian if he knew of any good dances that the villagers were doing these days. Of course the Hog did not, so he ran all the way back to the village, where an old ferret taught him to jig, and a raccoon taught him to waltz. He ran back to the cat to show him, and when the cat saw how well the hog danced, he began to dance himself! (( Group 4. here. Your characters don't have to be good at it, but I do need you to dance at some point. The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) The cat said 'Now we've laughed, we've danced, we've had good food... but we will never really know happiness unless we have something to compare it to. We need a sad tale, something that gets down into our hearts and tears through our emotions.' Dartanian, of course, had never really known any sorrow other than lonliness, so he ran back to the village where he learned a few stories... a shrew who's husband was dead of a fever... a songbird with no voice... a turtle who's shell had cracked and chipped away to nothing... many stories of hardship... but it was the story of a mousemaid who only knew her sister, and one day, her sister was taken from her, never to be seen again that got the wizard. He cried and cried... he sobbed until his head hurt, and then he looked at the smelliest flower and he could see, by comparison how pretty the smelly flower was... he may have sneezed once, but he smiled at the flower and sighed. (( Group 5. here. You don't have to enjoy it, but I do need some kind of pretend crying here in this post. You can also go as far as to sneeze and sigh if you're up to it... if they're too shy feel free to say that Bale encouraged them, and know that lots of kids have gone before them already ^_^ . The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) Last, but not least, the Cat wanted to know what true bravery was. How could one stand up to a foe and keep an air of heroics about him in the face of danger? Dartanian did not know, for he had never been attacked, for he was way too ugly a creature. He, yep, you guessed it... he ran back to the village, where an old Mouse Warrior taught him to growl... not just little growls, but proper, soul wrenching, tiger eating, right from the gut growls. When the Hog got back to the Cat, and started to growl, the cat was impressed. He asked the Hog to roar for him, and Dartanian was in such a great mood that he roared right there and there at the top of his warthog lungs. (( Group 6. here. I need these characters to growl and bounce around like an angry cat at some point in their post. I'd even like you to roar please. The whole point of the game is to get the kids to try out their acting. )) (( I pause here to let you all respond. You will have until Wednesday at 11pm to respond. People in the audience, I'd like you to respond as well, with reactions or even with your character playing along. Little kids in audiences are very cathartic, and they'll act out just about whatever is happening on stage. ^_^ )) ~~~~~~~ Amelia:: Amelia was no stranger to these stories. In fact, the participation ones were her very favourite, and she often asked her uncle to tell them to her just so she could do things like yell and laugh and bounce around like a fool for no reason. She watched as the first group did their thing, and laughed and snorted, and glancing down the line she imagined that this was going to be a really good story. When it got to her and the bird she was standing next to, she waited for him to go first, and then joined right in with him, not really waiting all that long after all. She sneezed a storm, almost literally. Every fake sneeze (sounding more like At-choo than actual sneezes) sent her leaping into the air, doubled over with the exertion of expelling all her air, she gasped and wheezed and eventually collapsed to the floor in a heap. Once she was there, laying on her back she began to fake cough and sneeze her way through her 'best' death scene... little paw clutching at where she assumed her heart was, the other paw reaching out into the air, seeking, grasping, the little fingers curled in mock pain... one last gasp and she fell limp for a moment... but she apparently couldn't leave it at that, for she gave one small extra sneeze for good measure.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:49 am
Tuck had to settle for sticking his tongue out at his brothers for their insistence that he was wearing a skirt as the rabbit started shouting just then. He frowned as Finn bopped him on the head, ready to fight back. He did shove his brother's arm off and led the way to the benches. They could fight later... or in the middle of the show. Depended on how good it was going to be.
Tuck's answers were drowned out by Finn's shouting and he attempted to give his brother an elbow in the ribs. His own hand started to shoot up when the crowd was asked for volunteers, but it instead went to swatting at Finn's footpaws which were trampling all over him. "Oi! Shove off!"
He was squirming about to dislodge his brother when Amelia walked by, suddenly pinning him with a glare. And then Finn was off of him and up on stage. Pouting a bit, Tuck sat back down next to Rhys.
As the rabbit sorted the ones on stage, Tuck squirmed, eager to be doing SOMETHING. This was boring and- oh, look. The story's starting! He grinned at Rhys before turning his attention back to the stage. He was a bit glad that he hadn't been called up there... until Bale got to the third group. And Tuck happily burped loudly from the audience. Hey, this was fun after all! But then the next two groups didn't have fun stuff and so it wasn't until the last group that Tuck joined back in. Roaring was fun!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:24 am
Hazel giggled excitedly as Amelia called her up onstage with all the other children. What fun! She listened closely as the rabbit paired them off, and waved shyly at her partner, a brightly-colored bird called Roland. "I'm Hazel," she said soflty to him, even though the rabbit had already said her name. It just seemed like the polite thing to do, introduce herself to her partner individually.
Hazel watched the other childrens' perfmormances and laughed along with them at the appropriate times. And then it was her and Roland's turn. Hazel had never really considered herself an actress, but boldened by the atmosphere of fun and the other children doing basically the same thing, she cried dramatically, even plunking down on the stage in what looked like despair. Afterward she sneezed delicately, and it was a real sneeze too, which made Hazel giggle and look conspiratorially at Roland.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:42 pm
Finn waved excitedly to his brothers, not really listening to where Bale was directing him. He just sort of went where he was led and ended up standing next to a brown mouseboy. Newt, had said Bale. "Newt. Newwwwwwwwwwt," the squirrel whispered into his partner's ear while Bale was finishing up his instructions. "Newt. We gotta do this better than all these other groups, ok? We gotta be the loudest!" His whisper was rather harsh and wet and, of course, loud, but he was really excited about this. He bounced on his toes a bit, trying to see all the way to the back of the audience, until it was his turn. His little partnership's instructions were delightful. Eagerly, he dove right in.
"What a pretty purple berry, muahahaha!" he shouted, pretending to be an evil cat wizard with a diabolical laugh. He was pretty familiar with gross berries- he'd eaten plenty of them when he was out in the woods pretending to rough it with his brothers and eating everything that didn't flat-out say poison on it, so he knew just how this one would taste. He chomped his lips in, like he'd just been told to kiss somebody, then wrinkled his nose and squinched his eyes shut. He pulled away from the invisible berry, then stuck out his tongue and sputtered and blew raspberries. "Pbbt! Pbbtblech!" Convincing? He sure thought so. But now, now for the showstopper.
There comes a time in every child's life where literally nothing is funnier than the expelling of air from the body. Finn had become aware of this about two seasons ago. It had swiftly become and had remained his brand of humor ever since. He was an expert at fake burps. Instead of hiccuping all that much, he began to swallow some air. Let Newt take care of the hiccups- this belching was right up his tree! He faked a few quick, quiet hiccups, not really caring about those, and rolled his shoulders. Swallowing as much air as he could, he stretched his diaphragm and leaned back. He wished that he had some cordial to excite his tummy, but this would have to do. He couldn't fail now!
The little squirrel's cheeks rippled with his efforts, the hairs of his fake moustache flying out before the rolling braaaaaaap of air. It was one of the greatest belches he'd ever let fly- ol' Zephra could probably hear it back at the orphanage. A bit of spit streamed from his lip, a tiny flag of surrender in the battle against decency and good taste. The squirrel grinned like a maniac when he was done, then swiftly inhaled a gutful of air and repeated the performance. The retort was impressive; the boy's barrage of burping could outmaneuver even the expulsions of the gassiest of the barroom hardies. Could he manage a third?
Yes. Yes he could.
Oh, what his mother must think of him now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:27 pm
Few things could have made Trix happier than she was right about now, getting picked to go up on that stage and all. It was such an exciting day (and to think Rhys hadn't wanted to come). She bounced a little on the stage, brimming with excitement as they were paired up and eagerly supplied her name when asked and waved to her partner with a grin.
Now when it got to be her turn, Trix was ready for anything, that anything happened to be dancing. She had never see a lot of dancing herself, though what she did know about it (from the little she had seen and from hearing about it in stories) she knew it tended to involve a lot of twirling and spinning so she figured that was probably her best bet. So that was what she did, twirled around. Though, as with most things, she might have gotten a tad over zealous. She spun herself a little too much and a little too fast and before she knew it she fell, very very dizzy.
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Okay, sure so tripping up the mouse by stepping on her scarf (and he only did it a little) was probably a little mean but Rhys had been bordering on bored at the time, so surely he could be forgiven, right? It wasn't going to happen again because much to his amusement both Trix and Finn had ended up on stage.
He was knew what was going to happen with Finn before it did (he had been there after all when his brother had discovered the joys of doing that) and he wasn't left disappointed. In fact he cheered for his brother, loud as he could, clapping his paws together. It was a mighty impressive burp after all.
He quieted down for a moment so that he could hear what it was that Trix needed to do, but found himself making a fair bit of noise once again. This time it was laughing though, he couldn't really help it when he say the mouse fall.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:15 pm
Zander was elated to find himself being herded up onto the stage with the other children, and giggled softly as Bale got them all paired up and situated. He gave a friendly nod to Trix, and almost introduced himself before he realized that Bale had done so for them, but he didn't have time to anyway, because the energetic rabbit was launching right into the story. He covered his mouth to quell his laughter as the story went down along the line, eagerly waiting his and the young mousemaid's turn. He'd glance at her excitedly every so often, admiring the feather headband she'd chosen. Everyone looked so awesome in their costumes! It was something he hadn't gotten over yet.
When it came to his and Trix's turn, dancing, he shifted, and bowed to her dramatically, swooping his star-spotted cape and giving her as dashing a grin as he could muster. "Shall we dance?" he cried with great enthusiasm, and began to do a little jig next to her, wiggling his long ferret body all around town. When she began to spin, he curved one arm over and pretended to be the one who was spinning her, laughing, and getting ready to catch her, should she threaten to fall over. Always watch out for your dance partner!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:18 am
Tarke thought he had done quite well at hiding himself from the attention of the potential shiny-stealers...up until the mouse and bat moved, leaving him exposed. He turned to dart behind someone else, to hide from the little mousemaid in the absurd scarf, when here she came, sneaking up behind him! In fact, she stepped on his foot, then went on her merry way!
In reaction, Tarke let out a startled squawk, flapping his wings in a panic, and smacking many a poor beast in the face with his bony, feathery wings. Ignoring the disapproving glares and menacing sneers from some, he flap-hopped his way to the outer portion of the crowd, where it was a little less tightly packed. Harder to hide his shiny out here from anybeast trying to steal it, but he could move better too.
Oh hey, something was going on up on the stage.
The story had continued, and the little wren cocked his head to the side to listen. It seemed the point of taking other kids up on the stage had been to force them to make fools of themselves. Good thing he hadn't been caught!
And yet, as he watched, he fidgeted anxiously. You know, they were doing that all wrong. When it got to the part about the pair in the story dancing, he scoffed at the children's attempt to dance on-stage. He was sure he could do much better than that. Couldn't be hard, right? He lifted his wings and looked down at his feet, performing an odd shuffle-step to one side, then hopping to the other. Okay, maybe a bit difficult...
Fluttering upwards, he took to the air where he knew he was more graceful. That was the point right? To look graceful? He twirled, performing a loop-de-loop (and subsequently struggling to hide the way he'd faltered and nearly crashed into the ground again, of course), then seeming eager to get out of the spotlight again, coughed and fluttered lightly to the ground.
The story had continued while he'd been performing his acrobatics and he tuned in just in time for the section about proving the warthog's bravery. He was a brave bird! And courageous, and handsome, and...wait, what were they talking about again? Having let himself get caught up in the story and the excitement of the show (though he'd never admit it), Tarke practically bounced with enthusiasm. A roar? He could roar! And it'd be the biggest, bestest, most scary roar they'd ever heard!
The little bird took a deep breath, puffing up his chest feathers and preparing for his mighty roar. Then he opened his beak and let out a piercing...
"SKREEEEE!"
...okay, that wasn't quite right.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 2:53 pm
Roland felt a little nervous (or perhaps it was just excitement. It was hard to tell.) as he was brought up onto the stage. He could do this, though, couldn't he? Well, it was too late to turn back now, so he'd have to be able to. He listened as Bale asked the other children for their names, each in turn. When he got to Roland, he'd called him a pilot. Did he look like a pilot? What was a pilot? Though he wasn't sure, he could tell that the rabbit meant him and said, "Roland," before Bale had the chance to ask for his name.
He then heard the mouse beside him, who had told Bale that her name was Hazel, introduce herself again, but this time specifically to him. He wasn't sure how to respond for a moment, but soon said, "Oh, um... Roland. It's nice to meet you, Hazel," with a small smile.
When Bale was finished with introductions, Roland turned his attention back to the rabbit as he went back to the story. He watched each group of children act out their part of the story until it had gotten to him and Hazel. Their part of the story was about sadness. Roland tried to remember what some of the other orphans did when they cried, or perhaps fake cried. He couldn't ball up his paws, since he didn't have them, so instead he covered his face with his wings, making loud sobbing sounds. To add effect, he pulled up his scarf and made a sort of raspberry sound so that it'd seem like he was blowing his nose.
After he was done, he looked over to Hazel, who then gave an actual sneeze and started giggling. Roland couldn't help but laugh along with her, no longer really thinking about how good his performance was. He was having fun for the first time in a very long time.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 5:48 pm
"Mot. Like the veggie-ta-fruit." She puffed out her chest slightly. Apparently she saw no problem with having a nickname that was likened with a sauce ingredient.
And no problem with being first either. Especially not when next to someone who had an (almost) as amazing wand/weapon as her own.
But jokes? Bah, she didn't have any jokes. Well there was one, but it was more of a make-you-think one, not so much an ah-ha-funny.
So she stuck to just laughing. It didn't sound so um... cute and laughter-like as it did an evil cackle, but that's what you get for forcing talent instead of just letting it get inspired.
Really that's why.
Though what she couldn't do for sincerity, she made up for in theatrics. Clutching at her stomach with little clawed wings, she doubled over, finally falling over and rolling a bit on the ground, spoon (WAND darn it) clutched in one foot in case some vagabond tried to rid her of it. She'd have their head she would.
Then she stopped, realizing the joke should probably come first before hysterical fits of laughter (it was a small oversight on her part). So she waited until the mouse... whazzername, Toki that was it. Until she spoke her line (or started laughing as well, either would work for Mot). And then promptly went back to fake-laughing, ending the whole ordeal with a slightly not-on-purpose hiccup of air.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:23 pm
There were an awful lot of mice that had volunteered to be part of the play, Switchfoot noticed as she watched them all go up on stage and be sorted by Bale. Still Switch didn't much care who or what the actors were so long as the show was fun, that what they were here for right, free stuff and fun and a good story. The little bat swiveled her ears to catch the best collection of sounds and
grinned as the story started up again.
"What's a warthog?," she asked quietly to no one in particular and received in turn no answer other than the information that it was ugly and smelly. To be honest Switch wasn't entirely sure she would be friendly with someone ugly or smelly so she didn't blame anyone else for not being the mysterious warthog's friends either.
Switch giggled at some of the jokes she heard from on stage and whispered in the crowd, she was gonna have to remember that one knock knock one.
The sneezing a little later on had the pale furred pup wrap her hands tights around her body and duck her head under them as best she could. Ick sneezes and even fakey sneezes made mouth and nose spit go everywhere. It was kind of funny when she did it to see the little dark flecks on dampness make a pattern on a leaf she had sneezed onto. Much less funny when it was other people's spit on her though.
Switchfoot's own attempts at puckering up her face at the thought of eating a sour berry were totally ruined when she remembered that she liked sour stuff.
That she was supposed to be acting even from the audience was going over or in this case under her head.
The dancing and then the crying that followed got the girl all emotionally torn up as well as caught up again in the story and Switchfoot wasn't sure how much more she could take. The crowd began their own brave roars to match the ugly and smelly warthog's and it felt almost like she could feel their sound and power in her whole body. Suddenly there was a mighty "SKREEEEE!" and in a panic the young bat's single attached foot let go of her perch and she plummeted towards the ground.
She was in so much trouble now cause Laird had caught her watching the rabbit he didn't like and now she was gonna get no desserts as punishments!. These thoughts tore through Switchfoot's mind as she fell and almost caused her to forget she had wings. Thankfully before she ended up as mushed bat on the ground instinct kicked in and Switch unfurled her wings, the thin membrane on them catching the air and lifting her away from what would have been a very painful landing.
About to make a very babbled and totally sincere, even if she had been having fun, apology Switching turned to ace her guardian only.. he wasn't there. Who had made that sound then though, surely not one of them little songbirds!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:04 pm
Taking her place with the little blue bird, Pantoof gave a half smile to her, and pushed back the helmet so as to see. Standing still in her marked spot, she watched as the other children were placed as well, finding that some of the mice looked familiar... but there wasn't much time to think about it, as rolls were being assigned!
And so as the tale was told, and the appropriate child performed their part, Pantoof watched in amusement, giggling softly here and there, her tail swaying and a paw lifting to make her helmet rise up as it slowly slid over her eyes. Finally it got to her, and Cadence's part! The last part, too! Pricking her round ears, and puffing up proudly, the little warrioress bared her teeth, and raised her arms with strained fingers so as to make her claws seem more threatening. With rather... high pitched growls, and screeches, she gave a few slashes to the air as if fending off an opponent, ducking and dodging side to side, with a few pauses to push the headgear back up. Glancing to Cadence with a grin, she faked out the bird, jerking towards her as if to attack, giving a very animated roar, fingers clutching and bending to be as intimidating as possible.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:27 pm
Okay... so because I didn't actually know what day of the week it was, and I'm not prepared to wrap up the Kiddo rp event,
YOU HAVE AN EXTRA DAY TO POST IN AMELIA'S TRUNK THREAD...
Until 11pm tomorrow.
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