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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:11 pm
 Even a busybody needed some rest in between rounds, and so the stony Scout alighted soundlessly upon a slim branch. the perch bobbed ever-so-slightly from the sudden weight addition, but the occupant paid no attention and swiftly tucked in her barred wings. She gave a slow survey of the area, blinking her nictiting membrane so as not to miss a thing, and perked her eartufts for a brief moment when she realized she had happened upon a few minder enclaves. She blinked her nictiting membrane once more and repositioned herself slightly, scarred legs shuffling on the branch below her. She turned her head to one side, and then slowly scanned until she was looking in the other direction. She appeared to be looking for something, but was she even looking for something? Her stern expression gave no hint, neither did her straight posture and tightly folded wings. She paused for a moment and looked straight ahead, and then began to preen her chest feathers in a careful manner. But her eyes constantly flickered up from her work, and she was always scouting the area. ... which seemed rather empty.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 3:37 pm
 "Hello there, watcher," came a voice from the other side of the tree, and Typhoon came hopping around the tree's thick trunk, hoping he wouldn't scare the other Ghost. She had just so happened to land in his tree, and he was eager for the company. This lovely Sentinel had to be some kind of watcher: scout, actual watcher, or hunter. She was definitely a combatant, through and through. Typhoon didn't mind, but it was interesting to see in her trained, tight movements.
"Terribly sorry if I scared you, my name is Typhoon." He bowed his head, smiling. When he noticed the scars on her legs, he know for sure she had to be some sort of fighter. Or one who has been terribly hurt. Perhaps both.
"And who might you be? I don't often have pretty Sentinel like you around my tree--well, they may be pretty, but a bit young for me." Ty laughed, hoping if he had scared her, that his banter would calm her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 4:28 pm
Dust-hued feathers puffed up in surprise and her dark beak stopped in its preening as she turned her head sharply towards the talkative, old Ghost. She flicked back her ear-tufts, and her hunter's emblem danced nonchalantly against her head. She said nothing, however, and let the gap of silence between them grow larger and larger while she just stared and stared.
"Scout," the Scout said suddenly, her tone stern as she corrected him in a dense manner. She blinked her icy eyes and let her poofed feathers fall a little. The other Sentinel's ramblings and openness were queer (almost questionable/odd, not the slang definition o-o; ) to her, and she kept silent for a few more minutes before finally speaking again.
"LadyHawk."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 5:01 pm
Ty nodded slowly, saying, "I meant it only in the most general use of the word. You watch things, animals, Sentinel. As a scout, just a little further away from your nest." She was obviously not a big talker, but maybe the old Sentinel could nudge her into a conversation. Couldn't be any harder than getting a fledgling to open up, and that in itself was a difficult thing to tackle.
Typhoon was up to the challenge. It wasn't like he had any fledglings to watch over at the time, and he would keep an eye on the trees to see if any fledglings were coming in. He turned and sat next to her, a few claws away, and began to preen the feather that was furthest from her.
"A pleasure to meet you, LadyHawk. What brings you to this Minder's enclave? Besides scouting, of course." He used the proper verb, to ease her irritation. She probably thought he was crazy, randomly striking up a conversation with a dangerous looking Sentinel. The Ghost Minder hoped that this beautiful Scout could see past his seemingly senior babble, but if not...
Well, he just hoped she would. Dune, the Minder's mus, scampered down the oak and sat just under the wing Ty was preening. "Lady? Pretty lady?" The sand colored mouse asked, and Ty cooed down at him, brushing the mus with his primary feathers.
"Her name is LadyHawk, Dune."
Dune peeks around Ty, waving at the scout, bright eyes declaring his obvious curiousity. Most of their guests were fledglings, not big big Sentinel like LadyHawk. She could gulp him down before Dune could make a peep!
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:43 pm
LadyHawk glanced away and sleeked her feathers a little. "Resting. I'm sorry if I bothered you," she apologized, her tone still harder than one's should be. She looked back at Typhoon, but quickly flickered her attention down at the sandy hued mus when it appeared under his wing.
She cocked her head a little to the side, and her chest feathers rose in light, unspoken curiosity. Her nictiting membrane crossed over her eyes once, twice, and she watched the furry creature, and listened to the pair's conversation. When it waved at her, she righted herself and drew back her head, her eyes blinking almost rapidly.
A small, unexpected hoot escaped her, but her stony exterior kept itself intact for the most part. It was obvious, though, that she hadn't met a companion in some time.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:39 pm
"Not at all, not at all!" Typhoon exclaimed, giving a small hoot, almost like a laugh. He could sense the hardness in her voice, but chose to ignore it. Most scouts, as he had noticed, were a little low on social skills from being out by themselves all the time. Not to worry. Ty could talk enough for the both of them.
Out of the corner of his eye Ty noticed as she drew back her head and blinked, then hooted, and Typhoon smiled. He looked back at Dune, who was slightly confused at LadyHawk's response. But then again, Sentinels were an unpredictable bunch as a whole.
"I see you have no companions. Does it ever get lonely out there, scouting? I mean, I get lonely enough flying out to our old tree on the edge of the Not-Cold woods, and that's even with Dune." Ty didn't explain why he used to phrase 'our' to explain the tree he sometimes took trips to, but the hint of sadness in his golden eyes said enough.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:15 pm
LadyHawk blinked, and for the briefest of moments, her ear-tufts flicked partially back against her head, and her stony expression softened, in some sudden acts of sadness. But brief is brief, and a moment later her emotional state switched.
She fluffed her feathers in agitation and opened her wings from her body a little. She side-stepped a foot away from him, looked away, and then re situated herself. No hint as to what had set her off was offered, and her answer to his question was simple silence.
Curiosity did dance in her head, though, as to why he held a touch of sadness and had phrased his sentence in a plural fashion... But LadyHawk gave no knowledge of what she thought, and she continued to sit there straight-backed and visibly agitated by something.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:18 pm
Typhoon glanced up as she moved, and concern replaces the sadness in his eyes. He shuffles away himself, running into Dune who squeaks a protest. Dune lopes a step away, looking back at Typhoon. "Go?"
Typhoon looks down through the branches and green leaves of the oak, as if he could see the forest floor through them. He puffs up his feathers slightly and preens them, glancing at LadyHawk.
Between feathers, he says, "I apologize if I have bothered you, Miss LadyHawk. I meant no harm. I'll leave, if you would like me to." Ty's nictitating membrances slid over his eyes.
"Either that, or don't like the sound of my voice." The grey Sentinel tried a small smile on the Scout.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:57 pm
For a long time she stared ahead, unblinking and distant. She didn't appear to have heard the Minder's apologies or attempts to provoke a smile from her, but she had. And while her exterior was quite hard, she wasn't one who could stave away any feeling of guilt, and so after some time, she some-what cracked.
Her nictiting membrane slid over her eyes before she tilted back her head and seemed to glance up at the branches above. She sleeked her feathers for a second and gave something reminiscent of a sigh.
"Don't" she said, and turned her head towards him. The fang emblem twitched as she let her eartufts fall a little to the sides of her head. "I apologize..." She opened her beak to say more, but closed it when nothing came. The words that she had spoken, however, hadn't carried so much of her stern undertone. She didn't sound sappy or needy, there was just a glimmer of what could be considered as her "real" voice poking out now and then.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:51 pm
"Not a problem." Typhoon shook his feathers, and if his voice sounded a little hurt, well he was, but he was not easily slighted. He let his feathers settle, sleeking them down. Watching the Scout, he sighed. Fledglings were different than adults. They didn't have much of a past.
"So am I going to have a conversation with myself here, or what?" Ty's words were soft, no sarcasm hidden within them. "I see you take your job very seriously. Well...what do you enjoy the most about it?" The Ghost Sentinel didn't know much about Scouting, and he was curious.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 2:46 pm
LadyHawk blinked her pale eyes a few times, some surprise glinting in them. She shifted her weight on her feet and glanced down at the forest floor in thought.
"Um..." she stalled. She looked back up at the old Minder. "I've never been asked that before..." she stated, and then turned her head and looked out at the forest. Again she shifted her weight and blinked her eyes.
"The satisfaction from it," she answered.
Talking wasn't much her thing, and neither was expressing her inner feelings or thoughts. So, despite the amount of silence and thought, her answer was short. However, she could not keep the look -- that showed she was skimping out on detail -- from flickering behind her eyes as she looked back at Typhoon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 6:10 pm
Typhoon watched the Scout, blinking his nictitating membranes. He wondered to himself whether she was leaving so much out because of grief or because she liked to keep her life to herself. Either way, Ty wasn't one to pry when it was so obvious the other Sentinel didn't want to share.
"So what areas do you become most familiar on your Scouting flights?" Ty asked, hoping that question wasn't too deep, or that LadyHawk would be more open to discussing that part of her task. The grey Sentinel himself could talk about Minding for days.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 7:03 pm
"I've only just been reassigned as a Scout," she replied almost immediately. She then let a moment of silence fall between them, but eventually did carry on... Surprisingly. "I've been familiarized with most of the land between here and the borders before though, so ... not much is unfamiliar. ... I like to watch the enclaves, though, in my free time.." She hadn't quite answered the question, but it worked in her opinion.
She blinked, then gave a tiny sigh. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually said so much at one given time.
(FIXED. x_x Terribly sorry. ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:41 am
"Oh, really? What was your task before you became a Scout?" Typhoon asked, curious as to what caused the Ghost Sentinel to be reassigned. It wasn't strange to hear about a reassignment, but it wasn't exactly the norm either. Ty himself would probably be a minder until he was too fuddle-brained to watch over hatchlings.
The Mist Minder didn't worry about how LadyHawk answered his questions, he was just happy to have her answer them at all. She seemed like she needed a friend..or at least someone to force her to talk, so her vocal cords didn't collect dust.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 6:16 pm
The Ghost type blinked and watched him for a few seconds. She opened her beak slightly, but instead of talking, she unfolded and wing and preened a few flight feathers. Her concentration at her task was meager, though, and her eyes told of deep thoughts and debate rather than righting the plumage that had been correctly in line in the first place.
Should she give more to her answer, or should she be blunt and precise?
Ladyhawk pulled her beak away from her wing, which she tucked neatly back into place, and looked once more at Ty. "Ranger," she replied, choosing the precise and blunt route rather than the other. More trust was needed before more things of the past were to be known.
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