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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:37 pm
Her eartufts perked in surprise and she turned to face him, ignoring the procession for a moment.
"Never? You are a bard and you've never been? Not even to watch other performances? Well, I'll be a mus's aunt. We should go some time." She stated rather bluntly. He wanted to be great and he was ambitious, so she found it hard to believe that he hadn't gone to at least listen to others, if anything to learn some techniques. Twilla was a blunt sort of sentinel and if her friend wouldn't go on his own, she would do what she could to get him there.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:27 pm
"I've wanted to go, but I...I loose my nerve. I worry that I'd start to sing. And....and...." Jester sagged on his perch. He didn't want to finish his sentence, he knew the rest of it. 'What if they don't like my singing. What if it is to different from theirs.' He could handle most Sentinels not approving of his singing. But he wanted so much to join the Bard's.
"You would go with me?!" Jester fluffed excitedly. He thought that maybe if he had a friend to go with him...just maybe..
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:33 pm
"Of course!" She reasured him, still in her whisper, as to not disturb the others. "I'd love to go with you. It's always fun to listen to a story or a song. If you're really worried about singing in front of them... I'll catch your attention, or something. I can have Auze tackle you." She grinned and winked at him with an icy blue eye. Her mus companion scowled, but would do anything she asked of him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:50 am
Jester was beaming, he had never had a friend who would do such a thing for him. "Thank you!" was all he could croak out in a whisper. He could hardly contain his excitement to go to the theater! He preened in attempts to calm down, but he couldn't stop fidgeting.
Jester blinked twice, as Twilla winked at him. Why had she done that? he wondered to himself. He struggled with this as he turned to watch the rest of the ceremony. One eye still on Twilla.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:59 am
Hazel blinked as something brushed against her, and she looked up and around at the...was that Chase? She was startled in the change in her old friend. True, she hadn't seen him since the Longest Night festival, but...this change...it was astounding, in it's horribleness. So distracted by his looks was she that she totally missed whatever it was that he'd had to say.
"Ch-chase! Is that really you? You look terrible, what's happened?" She extended a wing without thinking to help support the stiff, bedraggled looking male. "Were you attacked?"
Clover meanwhile could not have a greed with Sly more. Her entire flock of parus had set to hopping in place, peeping and twittering angrily at the foul sound they were dubbing 'song'. What was going on here, how could someone dubbed a bard be such a bad singer? She was horrified, and shortly was forced to send the vast majority of her clan back to their tree, lest they pick up any bad habits from this "Jester".
She spotted the male who took flight just after the 'song' ended. He seemed quite as put out as she was, and he was only a branch or two below her...Without a thought, she gathered her main trio to her and set them to escorting the few remaining parus home. With a flutter she hopped from her perch, dropping to rest a little to the side of Sly.
"Thank goodness the Warden made him stop. Foul little thing, mucking the air with that disgusting screeching."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 10:00 am
Sly had been inwardly musing, eyes keenly set on the fledglings as more of a focus point than concentration as his focus was deemed as he thought. A idea had sparked in him once his anger subsided and he was working through his ventings by putting that bundled energy to use. It was a practice he did often, as he was prone to being annoyed or angry often and since he couldn’t simply prevent people from annoying him as much as they seemed as handicapped to not being annoying, he dealt with it in a productive way, as Sly usually did. Though most professed that Sly was an idle bird, always coming in uninvited and slinking into conversations that where not his own as if he had no time, he actually constructed his time efficiently. If anything, he was a unbridled workaholic. Despite being a Watcher at the current moment, he did not let his nature lax and would set up plans and schedules to when he would scour and area. He did not want to image that at some point he did rest, he would be caught at that point of being told he was being lazy. No. If anything, he wanted a reputation to follow of his excellence and hope that such a background would show itself a reward by slipping into the ears of his superiors. It was the only aspiration he could hope for at the moment. A opportunist at heart, he sought to achieve more at all times. At the current moment, he had constructed a new way to go about this, if not a personal experiment at which he was pondering the results.
It was in this meticulous planning that he was once again startled by the shaking of a branch and he turned about, broken from his trance of thought. At first glance, he spotted the colored sunburst plumage and naturally assumed it to be Sequoia once more. About to open his beat and finally give a harsher tongue-lashing to the irksome Artisan than before, he caught his action before it uttered a raging syllable when he spotted another face. Female, naturally from this close of a proximity and from the sheer fact that with Sequoia, there where very few brightly painted Sentinels of such encompassing color. For this reason, it wasn’t hard to think of a name from his secret listing. Cloverfield. However, as much as he managed to remember names, tasks where harder, especially if they where not Hunters, Watchers, or officials. This left a lot left on the task opinions to pick out. What was she again?
He nearly blew past listening as she spoke, and looked to her for a moment, slow to think. (One of the few rare occasions he let his mind travel.) When he decided that the task would come to him, he listened, wondering if it could come to him by clues she would give. What she said greatly pleased him. Insulting another Sentinel for their terrible song was something he could agree upon and at present, though he did not know her profession, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt and say she was at least a intellect to some degree. Adjusting his perch as he made just a half step away, not noticeable but enough for him to resume his area of comfort, he looked back to where Jester was whispering to another and chattering. “ The Warden probably predicted that, if he said nothing, all the new crafters would fashion a cork to plug up his gapping beak, else we all go deaf. Someone had to be delusional to approve that Sentinel of being a bard during his graduation and should be cursed for it. Let us hope that the next time he opened his beak, a bee flies in and makes him mute. Then he could be a bard all he pleases. ” The idea of Jester choking on a bee amused him greatly and he let out a closed-beak chuckle at the idea. He’d keep his feathers crossed for that.
In slightly better spirits, he turned to regard the female. There had to be some reason she was beside him. If rumors had reached her, she would not have decided on her will to actually perch beside him. Then again, if she did ignore all false judgments and still decided him better company, then she was a very sensible Sentinel indeed. Blast for not knowing her profession! “ I don’t recall us meeting and if I have, than excuse an wavering memory. I’m Sly. ” He said, wondering if that would hint on anything for her. He knew her name, but he wanted her profession, as rank meant a great deal to him. Still, to remain safe, he would not do her any insults till he was assured she was not an officer herself, part of the combatant triangle (Hunter, Ranger, Scout), or even mated to an officer, as women where powerful in their own right to control their mates and speak into their ears.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 12:07 pm
First of all, a greenish-grey bead for the hunter girl that had gone first - a big one, for her courage and to give the necklace some sort of balance. Next, a silver bead for the first young crafter, nice and shiny, and then... She would need to use double threads, so that these two beads ended up closer together: What a nice touch! A dark brown, wooden one, and... oh! an almost transparent, greyish one right next to it!
Tousled was having so much fun constructing her "graduation necklace" that she only barely noticed Jester's interruption, high up and far off from her position, but when a familiar voice suddenly spoke up right behind her she popped out of her creative bubble with a startled hiccup. Her head swivelled around, and her upset feathers settled a little when she recognized the face of the unexpected speaker.
"Birch! You startled me!" She quietly admonished him, but smiled all the while. She was very happy to see him, and once again excited to see that he had sought her out, just as he did on the Longest Night. If he kept this up, she would probably soon feel comfortable enough to just walk right up to him, without finding a good enough reason first.
(Okay, so she could probably already do that, but she hadn't had many other friends than Tuft before, and she wasn't really sure of how to handle this friendship thing without risking to break it or something, so she opted for better safe than sorry right now.)
She scooted aside a little, leaving room for him to step up next to her if he would like to, and let her smile widen a bit. "How are you today?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 1:14 pm
Shaking with mirth, Hazel craned his neck, gesturing towards his body. "Heehee! No need chasa tail. Fur silvar, ya? Pret-ty!" The impulsive Martes twirled in circles, himself, bouncing along playfully with Bone.
Thankful that Lore hadn't pursued the subject, Raine gave an inward sigh of relief. "Yes, I'm sure that you'd need not worry too much about Bone getting eaten; aside from being rather valuable and rare, Martes can pack quite a wallop. You should see Hazel when he hunts...it's often over in mere seconds." Then she caught herself. There was this one Sentinel that did make her worry for Hazel's safety. That Shadow male with a hungry glint in his eyes that had so frightened the indomitable Hazel....And speaking of Shadow Sentinels...Raine conjured up the image of Chase from her memory, as well as one of Sly. She had no idea that both Sentinels were here, in the gathering. "Lore, it might be good to know that not all Sentinels are Martes-friendly. The Keeper did tell you about this, did he not? This may sound like paranoia, but some might...have an averse reaction to a Martes." After imparting her dire warning, Raine put on a cheerful face. "Well thank you for your kind words, but I can't exactly claim to have managed Hazel well. Have you heard about a mishap involving a Skurri at the Longest Night?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 1:38 pm
"Don't mention it, Jester, s'what friends are for." The shadow female fluffed her feathers and settled comfortably. A smile was on her beak and she looked cheerful as she watched the ceremony.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 2:18 pm
 Timber couldn't have been more nervous. His heart was racing within his chest as he watched the other young adults take their places within the clan. He had made his decision early on without thinking twice as to how he wanted to do his part in the clan.
The young male noticed that his family had arrived early. He could do this! The pendent around his neck was a reminder of their supportive presence. Don't mess this up, Timber. You know you can do it. Just don't forget to breathe. He felt as though he would take flight. Excitement ran through him, making him fold his wings and refold them.
Those around him were moving, and before he realized it - it was his turn. His feather dye was perfect for his chosen profession, he looked good, and he would make his family proud. Black talons unclenched the wood beneath them as he moved to speak. "Sir, I wish to serve my clan by watching out for those that may harm, and bringing news and game as I am able to in the process - It is my wish to become a Scout of the Clan!" There was no waiver in his voice, only confidence that he could do as he had spoken.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 3:54 pm
Lore couldn't help but giggle at the mention of the incident. "Yes, I heard!" she snorted. "I know it's serious, but I can just imagine Hazel's reaction!" Lore laughted for a bit, but tried to focus. "Wait, what do you mean? I know Martes are fierce, I've seen Hazel eat, and I got a long lecture on keeping them under control from the Keeper, but their pep wouldn't cause Sentinels to hold a grudge. Would it? Wait, what did you call it? Did you say 'adverse reaction'? You mean violence? Against a martes? Why?" Lore asked worriedly. "They seem like too much of a bother to try and eat, so why attack them for anything else?" she fretted.
Bone frollicked with his new friend, delighted with the game. "You pretty color too! Match good!" he said gleefully while playing. After the game had gone on for a while, he suddenly sat down in the middle of a tumbling spin. "Bone hungery. Where food?" he asked, sniffing the air.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 5:14 pm
"Oh, its nothing, really...Just a feeling I have. Do you remember the sleek Shadow male with the striking-gold chest-spots, back at the bard's performance at Crownleaf Theatre? Well, its just the way he reacted to Hazel...almost like fear...but not quite. Anyways, I'm quite sure he wouldn't do Hazel any harm; he was quite nice." Raine was more worried about the poor Sentinel getting upset over meeting a Martes, not the other way around.
She then furrowed her eyebrows. "The one I am quite worried about, is just based on an account of what Hazel told me. Some "dark Sentinel with hungry eyes" that deeply disturbed Hazel. He was so afraid...But you are right, in that it makes no sense for a Martes to fear being eaten." Raine's mind wandered to The Brigadier himself, who had a penchant for devouring companions. "You know, there has been the odd Sentinel who really enjoyed picking off companions...But no matter, I'd just advise you to keep an eye on Bone. In gatherings this large...there's no telling what could happen to a lone companion." Raine mentally berated herself for making poor Lore worry, on her graduation day. "Really, I doubt there's any real danger."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 5:35 pm
Jester now had a new song, one that threatened to bubble from his beak uncontrollably. He started to shift uncomfortably, for when you have a song that is very demanding and NEEDS to be sung, it is very difficult to contain it. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other slightly at first then faster, before bumping into Twilla a bit. That snapped him back to where he was.
"Oh..I'm sorry Twilla...I er...." Jester fumbled with his words. He suddenly didn't know how to speak.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 5:52 pm
"Oh, good! We need a Scout. Crafters and one hunter, we need him for sure."
She turned to face him and tilted her head after the bard bumped into her. She wasn't really bothered by it. Now, if she would have fallen, that owuld of been a different matter. "S'fine. Something on your mind?" She shifted on her two toed paws slightly. His fumbled words made it seem like he was uncomfortable and that made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She didn't want to be a bother.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:01 pm
Jester puffed up his chest, for an unknown reason. "Uh...erm..." Jester swallowed hard, he didn't know how to express what he wanted to say. Well he knew one way. Lifting the feathers around his feet, he deftly shifted his weight and feet to to a complete 360 degree spin. His wings went out gracefully to balance him as he turned, when he had returned to face Twilla he splayed his wing feathers apart elegantly.
Then with a slight bow stated,"It would be an honor to have one such as yourself accompany me to the Theater." He said in a deep voice that was not his own. He blinked at his voice slightly, then clicked his beak, not really understanding where that sound came from.
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