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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:10 pm
 Bah ha ha! That had worked beautifully! Sure he'd messed up his hair (there was too much of it and it was everywhere anyways) in the process of it, but pulling off a successful prank of girls + bugs + screaming was -always- pleasant. No matter how badly he got conked for it later. But at least they couldn't reach his head!
Trotting at a happy pace, Yaholo's pure joy in his actions shone through at almost a blinding high-beam. It was almost -pathetic- that such things still made him happy. But it wasn't like the 'cootie mixing' talk had gotten through to him in it's correct manner. Afterall, it wasn't like talking about mixing cooties would convince him to mature-up and 'turn attractive' to the opposite sex.
Oh, no no no. He wasn't about to create some -DISEASE-.
Then again, maybe he could make some awesome disease with the help of a boy and gross all the girls out! Oh, that would be full of win! But that required one thing....
"..... Now I just need a partner in crime!" he announced out loud, coming to the realization that he -knew- no males. Stupid girls and always showin' up to keep all possibly guy-friends away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:29 pm
 And here is where the problems began for Biscuit was quite unlike Yaholo. Well, no one would deny the fact that he had questionable tendencies and often enjoyed doing things that weren't quite approved of but... Alas, deliberate attempts to terrify young mares wasn't really something he was known to do. This was for a good reason, given that Biscuit practically worshipped the ground females walked on it would completely go against one of his most disapproved of hobbies to scare them. Ah yes, a certain stallion rather liked the company of mares to the point that his mother began to wonder if he would ever settle down with just one!
Granted, he'd already had children but ultimately the mare had moved on and so too had Biscuit despite obvious pride in his children. His daughters (in his eyes) were beyond describing and if they didn't reel in the boys he would be most unimpressed...luckily, two of them already had it was just a case of little Honey.
That being said!
...It was rather unfortunate that on this very day he was incredibly bored. This was not a good thing as when Biscuit got bored he often became even more mischievous. On this particular it seemed that entertainment would come to him though and as he strode across the rather mud strewn plains (following a rather heavy rain) his ears did catch the sound of damsels in distress...most definitely not a call that he would ignore!
Having buffed up his chest and sauntered towards the mares he was most 'unimpressed' to discover what had become of them. However, their distress presented him with a world of opportunity and allowed him to play a role he hadn't played in years.
Knight in shining armour anyone?
"Never fear!" He had claimed not long ago to the mares as he prepared to launch after the culprit (who he wasn't familiar with), "I shall apprehend this criminal!" And thus he had set off, cantering away to a point until he was out of sight by which time he had dropped to a walk and had regained his usual jaunty composure.
...Perhaps it had been sheer luck then when not long into his 'journey' he heard yet another sound that sounded rather suspicious. The phrase 'Partner in Crime' peaked his interest and he just had to look. Of course he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, half expecting a raccoon he was rather bemused to discover that it was in fact a stallion...
"Partner in crime for what?" He enquired at last, choosing to be incredibly nosey given the circumstances in which he had found the orange male - it seemed that he'd been talking to himself. And people said Biscuit was odd!
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:49 pm
There was a spazzing moment as the young stallion practically collapsed onto one side out of suprise at the sudden voice of the other stallion, perking up last moment to look back at this stranger, looking somewhere between considering running off and away from him and actually answering. He voted on 'answering'.
His next words probably weren't the most genius to come out of a boy of his age, and definately not meant in the concept that most were likely to think of it in. Oh yes, the fateful words that came out of his mouth were about.... "Mixin' Cooties!" and said -oh so cheerfully- to the strange male he'd never seen before. But Yaholo -did- get to be jealous of him on two counts: He wasn't a 'girly' color like orange (since that's what color his mom was.. his sister kinda too..) and he didn't have HAIR TO TRIP OVER OF DOOM.
Like he did.
But back on the thought of 'mixing cooties'. In his mind, it was an unfortunate disease that would kill him if he happened to get the female strain, but from how another he'd met had voiced it, it sounded as though the 'mixing' gave some strange immunity to it. Which begged the question of how -that- worked, but hey. Maybe -someone- would explain it to him.
If it wasn't for how oddly he worded it. If -that- hadn't given away his child-like nature, nothing would. Hell, his 'teasing' could have been considered the same as most boys. Done only to girls one liked. But it was moreso just -fun- to him.
"But why do -you- wanna know??" he then recanted, pondering if he should have asked -that- question first before going off into what his thought had been before. Oh, how unfortunate it was that his mind was sloppily put together and made -no- sense in order. He probably couldn't have arranged -flowers-. Not that he'd try that. "And why should I tell you!?" he later added.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 5:44 am
Should he blink? The answer to that question was a rather 'loud' yes in his mind and he blinked twice at the antics of the stallion before him. While Biscuit was a young stallion himself, he had matured a little more than this one. Not that this feat would be particularly difficult given he seemed to have kept his mentality as a foal!
"Ye jes' told me," he responded without missing a beat. While the orange stallion's mind may not present things in the correct order Biscuit was able to keep up with him. From the sounds of it, the very mention of 'cooties' indicated that this particular stallion was the culprit in question. Well he hadn't expected to find the culprit at all he had merely offered up the proposal to the mares in favour of receiving 'rewards' later but...this could work to?
...Provided said stallion was the culprit.
"But if ye be wantin' proper replies te ye questions," he had a rather peculiar accent, one that often caused soquili to pause briefly in an attempt to understand him. "I be explainin' it like ye be deservin'," he continued, canting his head to the side as his curly locks gave a bounce and came to rest across one of his eyes.
Shifting his weight to another hoof, he flicked his tail against his rump and waited for just a few moments.
"Ye see I be hearin' from a couple o' damsels that a loathsome creature be attackin' them not long ago! I be offerin' te help 'em uncover the culprit and I be wonderin' if ye know any information..." Taking on the role of Sherlock Holmes, the stallion would have totally tipped his hat and leant against the door frame if he had the necessary limbs and 'setting' to permit it. Rather unfortunate he didn't really.
"So do ye?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 2:44 pm
There was a physical wince at the answer he received back on account of having 'already told him' what he was looking t'do, despite all his misconceptions (oh how he'd look back on this when his poor mind had grown to understand...). But Yaholo recovered as quickly as he could muster, looking the other male up and down suspiciously, and sort of shifting his weight, and hooves, side to side out of uncertainty.
When Biscuit spoke further, his accent hit Yaholo rather well, causing him to make a bit of a face, his ears flattening a bit out of confusion while he tried to translate what on -earth- was being said, repeating it mentally a couple of times before it -sort- of made sense. Didn't mean he got it, though.
He shook his head a bit, causing his own locks to shift a bit, though it was obvious he hadn't done much of 'upkeeping' on them, instead letting them accumulate as much of his habits, AKA filth and the like, as possible without being forced to clean himself up.
"... Damsels....loathsome?" he repeated, his head jerking back slightly and another puzzled expression popping up onto his face to give his thoughts of confusion when it came to this inquiry.. or statement. Or whatever it -was-. Yaholo really couldn't tell based on current circumstances.
"Somethin's attackin' something else and you wonder if I know anything?" he repeated, checking to make sure he was understanding, before looking down towards his legs and sort of off to one side while he tried to think on what he knew of such things. ".... Man... someone told me -something- attacked others, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was they said in particular." he admitted sheepishly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:34 am
Bam!
On no uncertain terms did it hit him with any form of subtly. This stallion was much younger than him and apparently his accent was proving particularly difficult to grasp. Thus, it was with a small sigh (though not one of exasperation) that the stallion cleared his throat and considered his words much more carefully. You see, there was always a problem when he tried to control his accent - he had to think about what he was going to say.
...He couldn't be as witty either.
"Some disrespectful Soquili, attacked a number of mares this morning," he offered at last, his tone soft yet completely void of his previous accent. It was evident this was a strain as his usually relaxed expression had evaporated and his eyes were creased with concentration. "They are unharmed but not particularly impressed by what has occurred," he continued, pursing his equine lips thoughtfully as he continued to watch the young stallion.
"I have been charged with the duty of locating the culprit and disciplining him, although I must say I would rather have a word with him before I do anything of the sort."
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:21 am
Indeed, Yaholo's degree of cluelessness was about as subtle as a sledgehammer at all times, but the 'translation' did a pretty good job to get the first point across, the orange stallion's face lighting up with understanding within moments. It was like the lightbulb in his head was on selective-lighting to only lighten up little shadows and now any dark space in his empty skull.
"Really?" he replied, seeming rather dumbstruck at the idea that -any- Soquili would be so disrespectful to -attack- anybody else, even, his mind added with a bit of a crinkly-nosed expression, if it was a girl. Mare. Whatever he was calling them. The worse with him was that -some- didn't appreciate his form of humor. "Well I guess it's good that they're OK... but it'd be bad if they'd been hurt by this guy." he said, seeming to think out loud by the way the train-of-thought went, pawing at the ground in a bit of aggitation before looking at Biscuit with the best 'serious face' he could muster.
Which, in the current circumstances, wasn't exactly -that- impressive, as Yaholo didn't exactly have a talent for being 'serious' in any shape or form. Where he'd gotten that from, he had no idea.
"Oooooh.. so you're gonna find the guy who did it and GIVE HIM THE SMACKDOWN?" he blurted, seeming utterly pleased at the idea and the image it put into his mind, before he grinned. "Can I help?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 9:15 am
"Yes it would be terrible if the beauties had been harmed by such a devilish creature!" Biscuit was clearly exaggerating as he struck a dramatic pose, one foreleg lifted while he lifted his head towards the canopy. It should have been entirely unsurprising therefore, that his curly hair gave a bob and he seemed to give off the illusion of an archetypal hero.
He was definitely not that.
"Forever traumatised by his uncouth ways, to think how they must felt!" He gave another sigh and shook his head, his expression becoming grave as he flick his gaze to the stallion. It was during this series of exaggerated statements that he was actually struck with a brain wave. If these mares were traumatised they would definitely need someone strong and manly to console them.
Ding! Ding!
It was the perfect plan!
"Ah well this is where things become a problem," His expression immediately transformed into that of a rather bemused young stallion. While his intentions had been er...'good' he really had no idea what he was looking for. To say it put a spanner in the works was a little bit of an understatement.
"The darlings said that the beast was orange but that leaves me in a bit of a pickle, because I know quite a few orange 'beasts' and I'm not entirely certain I should beat all of them up," he mused. Ah, the trials of a chivalrous stallion were never ending it would seem!
"...But you could help me with something else," he cooed, a rare twinkle in his eyes.
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