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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:06 am
"Oh, I..." Tousled blinked up at Birch. Now that she had accepted the idea of another crafter (or rather, many more crafters) in the troupe, she had somehow automatically assumed that they would all be working, well, more or less separately. But of course, that wouldn't do either. With the sort of big bardic performances that they might soon be able to put on, every part would have to be involved with each other if there was ever going to be any sort of coherent theme. The insight frightened her a little. She had never really been part of a group of any sort before, and she wasn't sure if she knew how to do it properly.
And to top it all off, she was being asked to teach. That felt weird for so many reasons. First of all, it hadn't really been that long ago that she herself had been apprenticed, so the idea of having an apprentice herself made her feel... well.. old, to be blunt. Secondly, she had enough trouble as it was to get people to take her seriously, would she really be able to carry enough authority to properly teach anyone anything?
But then... Birch seemed to think that she could do it. And she really didn't want to let him down. "...I could try, I suppose. If she wouldn't mind, that is," she carefully replies, giving the bright bard a small, hopeful smile. In order to gloss over the insecurity in her voice, she quickly shifted to a joking tone and added:
"Noctus knows that she will need a good preparation to be able to deal with you lot!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 2:42 pm
Bone cocked his head. Why was this Sentinal staring at him? He knew Lore knew him, and Bone had been with Lore during the ceremony. The Deep Woods had to have seen him. And Bone had only asked a simple question. Maybe the big Sentinal was stupid. Bone decided to talk slower and louder. Maybe that would work.
"WHERE.... LORE...." he tried, enunciating each sylable. Bone twitched his whiskers, and licked at the glob of berry mush that sat on his nose. Why on earth was he being stared at like that? He shrugged. Shuffling his feet he caught sight of the mus sitting behind the big Sentinal. "Ooo," he said. "Mus!" Bone was impressed that the big Sentinal's funny necklace matched the mus' fur dye. "Match!" he pointed out gleefully, grinning and licking his now-very-sticky paws.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:24 pm
Aurrie Beaues "Only to chat with an equally stunning deep woods, one similar to myself." The arrogant creature held his beak high, but had friendly intentions towards Sylverbeth.
"You are aware of the coming problems, yes? So many crafters... But hardly any want to take on fighting positions. So far we have had one hunter and one scout."
"A bunch of cowards heh? Shame, especially with that thing around."
He lifted his wing and picked at a few of the feathers.
Folding his wings back, he blinked his eyes. He looked the sentinel known as Foxfeather.
"Stunning you say?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 7:28 pm
"What, the flatface? Yes. You would think so." Foxfeather muttered, then cast a golden eye on his fellow deep woods.
"Stunning is the only fitting word for Deep Woods."
Fjord sat, smiling to himself, as he watched the ceremony. The fact that there were no bards did concern the sentinel. No novices for the Theatre? Birch and Char were bound to be discussing that right now, for it was ill news for the cast of the theatre.
Crow sat silently, nestled between both Fjord and Feather. The pica was being relatively quiet, unlike his usual self, which made the calm little mus somewhat on edge. His usual chatter kept her entertained, for the most part.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:59 pm
Aurrie Beaues "What, the flatface? Yes. You would think so." Foxfeather muttered, then cast a golden eye on his fellow deep woods.
"Stunning is the only fitting word for Deep Woods."
Fjord sat, smiling to himself, as he watched the ceremony. The fact that there were no bards did concern the sentinel. No novices for the Theatre? Birch and Char were bound to be discussing that right now, for it was ill news for the cast of the theatre.
Crow sat silently, nestled between both Fjord and Feather. The pica was being relatively quiet, unlike his usual self, which made the calm little mus somewhat on edge. His usual chatter kept her entertained, for the most part.
"Too true. What could be more fitting than our own lineage?"
He shook with excitement. This was the first time in far too long that he was having an actual conversation that did not involve mockery or conflict.
Sylverbeth stretched his feathers and flew to a branch closer to Fox. Landing, he gained his balance and folded back his wings.
"Speaking of the flat-face, what do you think is going to happen with it? I mean, obviously it will grow up. It's going to be just like the others."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 9:06 pm
"No... Not like all of the others." Foxfeather whispered to the second deep woods male. It delighted him to see that Sylverbeth was responding to his words in a more positive fashion, many shied away from him or disagreed. Not including Sly or Stormbringer, of course.
"Something will happen. It will die, I am sure. Many of the elder sentinels remember them well from the clan wars, though few are alive today. My pa told me all about them. His pa told him. Vicious things. Their atrocious acts will not be forgotten. It will pay for the lost sentinels in one way or another."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:04 pm
Grinning widely, Hazel tossed over the juicy (and slightly squashed) huckleberry. "Roth like?"
Raine blinked. Hazel had...dissappeared of somewhere. But it was probably best to stay put- he'd find his way back eventually provided that she didn't move around too much. She looked at Lore, then grinned, a rather unusual expression for Rauine. "They'll be back...and if they aren't, well, just follow the path of ruin to a chaotic scene of mayhem, and that's where they'll be."
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:47 pm
Aurrie Beaues "No... Not like all of the others." Foxfeather whispered to the second deep woods male. It delighted him to see that Sylverbeth was responding to his words in a more positive fashion, many shied away from him or disagreed. Not including Sly or Stormbringer, of course.
"Something will happen. It will die, I am sure. Many of the elder sentinels remember them well from the clan wars, though few are alive today. My pa told me all about them. His pa told him. Vicious things. Their atrocious acts will not be forgotten. It will pay for the lost sentinels in one way or another."
"But, what if something goes wrong? What if, you know, more come? We have no where near enough warriors to defend our selves. It just makes me so mad that they would allow something like that to be around here."
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 7:29 pm
"Listen, Sylverbeth, you 'n me? We got somethin'. Not enough warriors, no... But there are those like us. We'll band t'gether with 'em. Not much, but better than nothin'." Foxfeather advized quietly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:51 pm
Roth nodded happily as he accepted the gift. "Berry! Thanks!" He nibbled at the sticky treat, getting the dark juice all over his pristinely groomed fur.
Thorn, meanwhile, had come slightly out of his catatonic state. He knew that the best thing to do now was tell Lore what had happened... but where was she? He flapped his wings as discreetly as he could, hissing her name. "Lore! Lore!" Where had she gotten off to? And why had she let this fanged murderer on the loose? At least it was in front of him now, where he could see it... He checked himself again for Rika. Phew, there she was. And Cassiel was still asleep and not being eaten by that maniac. "Lore!" He hoped as hard as he could that she would see him but nobody else would pay attention. Poor Roth!
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 6:15 pm
Lore lost her train of though. Oh! There was Thorn! And he was waving at her! How nice! Lore nodded to Raine, grinned and said goodbye. "Well, no mayham yet!" she smiled, and blushed as she took wing to see what Thorn wanted. Maybe he wanted to sit with her!
Lore landed gracefully. "Hi!" she said happily. "Wha-" she started, but before she could finish her question she caught sight of Bone. "Oh gods! ...Oh gods! Oh gods!" Lore freaked out, beating her wings. "What did you doooo, Bone!? You! You! Didn't Hazel!? Tell you!! Why!!! Why not!!!????" As Lore's panic attack hit it's frenzied peak, Lore suddenly paused, her beak agape. She wrinkled her brow in confusion. Still panic'd-looking she slowly reached over, picked up Bone in her talons, and licked his head. "Oh." she said simply. Turning to Thorn dazedly she slowly managed, "Why is Bone covered in berries?", the martes in question being clutched forgotten in her claws. Bone swirmed a bit, but remained silent. He wondered what was going on, and quickly decided it was better if he let the Sentinals sort it out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:37 pm
A few moments after Lore had left, Raine heard her frenzied shouts of panic.
Ah, the joys of keeping a Martes...
The lone Sentinel managed to avert another smile, which would have been very uncharacteristic of her. As much of a hassle that Hazel was, he was far too valuable of a tool...and yes, a friend, to simply eat. Speaking of Hazel...
Raine emitted a series of soft hoots.
A few meters away, Raine's Martes heard the call. He obediantly (for once) scurried off in his owner's direction, stopping to wave goodbye at Bone and Roth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 8:22 pm
Aurrie Beaues "Listen, Sylverbeth, you 'n me? We got somethin'. Not enough warriors, no... But there are those like us. We'll band t'gether with 'em. Not much, but better than nothin'." Foxfeather advized quietly.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked interested.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 9:37 am
"Not much planned... I will tell you this. I have two aquaintances with liked minds." He never referred to the other two as friends. They were aquaintances, although he places a considerable amount of faith in them, moreso than he does any other sentinel.
"Stormbringer and SLy are not deep woods, like us. Goodness, Storm is even an aberrant. They call themselves ghosts, but really, they are only aberrants with large numbers. Despite his condition, he is as bright as any deep woods or wildtype. Sly is a brillient shadow. We meet in an old tree outside of the deep woods. Perhaps you sould drop by and visit us sometime."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 10:16 am
Birch nodded sagely, laughter in his eyes. "It might scare the poor thing to death to be confronted with us without your firm guiding wing."
He was glad Tousled was willing to try to teach. The crafters associated with the theatre would have to work together after all, and if Tousled could teach new girl how they normally worked, things would hopefully run smoothly. At least as smoothly as an operation run by more or less egocentric and dramatic bards could.Fern found herself studying her surroundings absentmindedly. The graduates claiming combatant roles were few and far between and gave her lots of time to silently study the onlookers instead. A flash of orange caught her eye and she recognised the gaudy bird as a song-Parus breeder. Her son could sure use a better singing Parus, and she pondered giving him one for the upcoming anniversary of his hatching day.A Deep woods female sat on one of the platforms close to the new adults, watching. Had Granny been a human she would probably have cried, but she wasn't and she didn't. Instead she watched her former students step up and take on their new responsibilities, her heart swelling with pride. There was Little Spruce that had been so shy when she first met him. Her good eye followed Wildfire and Grouse stepping up in turn, stating their new purposes proudly. It made her happy and sad at the same time. Yet another generation stepping up to work for their society.(In case you're wondering, I'm just making up names. Granny's graduating students are just NPCs, not played Sentinels)
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