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Post by The Jenn on Oct 15, 2007 6:00:49 GMT -5
From the vaguely unfocused look in her eyes, Temmin could tell she wasn't really interested. She had probably only asked him to be obnoxious. Well, that was just fine by him. The less genuine interest in his work, the better. He ruffled his feathers and then laid them flat again, the warmth of late summer not helped by the barely-felt wind that rustled sluggishly through the trees. At least it made pretty sounds.
"It's only cheating if you're in a competition and the other person can't do it," he argued with a slight bird-smile, beak gapped and the edges of skin around it crinkling upwards. "Then again, isn't your speed and familiarity with the Forest also cheating if you're pitted against someone who has neither?"
Search unsuccessful, he moved over to yet another tree, this one slightly larger than the others, and rooted around for the pale green-white hint of baby mushrooms.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 15, 2007 16:35:19 GMT -5
Greenie and Jenn both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Greenie on Oct 15, 2007 16:56:04 GMT -5
Vessatha was quickly finding herself boring of rooting for mushrooms. The sad thing was that she wasn't really even looking for mushrooms--she was letting Temmin do it all himself. The ferret didn't really think that they'd find any, though, and she certainly wasn't the type to sit around wasting time in productive activity when she could be off boring herself doing nothing. (There really was a difference between wasting time doing nothing and wasting time doing something. This difference was quite notable to Vessatha.) As she absently glanced around a bright patch of orange caught her attention.. a feather? A feather! A Temmin feather! Oooh, bright objects.
The mustelid half-listened to what the bird was saying as she slowly reached out to her right to carefully drag the feather over to her. "Yes, but the difference is that you could learn the forest, while I have no chance of ever learning to fly. Therefore, cheating." There was twisted logic in there.. somewhere. It wasn't a good idea to attempt to debate (or even argue) with a distracted ferret.
Having successfully gotten the feather to her side, Vessatha temporarily ignored Temmin in favor of entertaining herself. She lowered her head to the ground next to her paw and spent a few minutes attempting to maneuver it on to her head--a difficult action for one without thumbs. Ah, bipedalism, why did you have to be so far off? Eventually she got it and slowly, inch by inch, she raised herself back up into a sitting position, a loopy grin on her face.
Vessatha had odd ideas on what counted as an achievement and what didn't. Clearly, balancing a bright orange feather on your head fell into the former.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 15, 2007 17:10:46 GMT -5
Temmin considered himself to be a very focused and personally motivated individual, so a mindset like hers wouldn't have made sense to him at all. He missed her minutes-long attempt to acquire a bright, feathery hat, his head down to root through leaves and dirt. At one point he unearthed a mostly-decomposed squirrel and grimaced, moving his face away from that particular area.
"Perhaps, but we aren't in a competition, now are we? And I can never learn to move as quickly as you, with what I assume is your suit-given ability. Spades are lucky in that respect." Of course, he felt himself rather fortunate for his own base-ability every time he moved. He was consciously aware of bruises covering his form, but for another forty minutes or so, he wouldn't be feeling them in the slightest.
He sighed in frustration and stood up straight, turning his head to look at her - and blinked. Why was she grinning like that? Did she see something he had missed and felt smug about it? Or... was that a feather on her head? One of his feathers? He coughed a little, covering a laugh. "Very nice hat, Miss Vessatha,"
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Post by Greenie on Oct 15, 2007 21:09:38 GMT -5
Vessatha absently played with the feather perched on her head, experimenting with tilting her head different ways and seeing how far she could go before it threatened to fall off. Once, an errant breeze threatened her precarious balance and she had to lean forward quickly to keep it from falling, but was quite pleased with herself for convincing it to stay.
Even more absently than before she replied, "When aren't we in a competition? Sure, some of it is spades but I like to believe I'm just naturally amazing." With ego comes great responsibility.
Vessatha had quickly gone back to amusing herself by tilting her head, and had even gone so far as to start humming (she was a strange little creature sometimes) until Temmin spoke once more and startled her completely. She'd essentially forgotten his presence, narrowing her vision to the feather above her and forgetting all else. So naturally, when all you're thinking of is the feather and the feather starts talking, you start to wonder what kind of problems you have.
Thankfully, it was just the bird laughing at her, and not actually his feather. Sadly, when he startled her she'd jolted physically, and that had caused the feather to fall a tad.. onto her nose, where it was currently blocking her right eye and causing all her vision from her left eye to be obscurely orange. Temmin looked the same, but the forest was looking like pumpkin pie. "Why, thank you!"
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 16, 2007 3:59:00 GMT -5
"If you're so amazing, then surely it would be no task at all for you to find a patch of these mushrooms," Temmin pointed out drolly. If she wished to be ironic then he would follow suit, though less seriously. "After all, you know the forest so very well and are such a naturally capable individual."
Abandoning the game of words for a time, he hopped over to yet another tree several yards from their individual in out outward circle. About to stick his beak down yet again, he paused. That smell... it almost smelled like another decomposing creature, but somewhat stronger. His eyes grew wide and he stood up straight, transforming to his bipedal form in a relatively smooth motion. The change would perhaps surprise his companion, but at that moment he had eyes only for the patch of ground in front of him.
One clawed wing-arm reached down to shift leaves, suddenly very carefully. His gaze was trained on the patch of earth in front of him. The smell only grew stronger as leaves were shifted and he let out a sudden bird-like cry of excitement. There! Right there, the very smallest patches of fuzzy green-white patches greeted him with a smell akin to the grave. Dead Men's Coins!
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 28, 2007 15:07:53 GMT -5
((Would you like to close this, or are you thinking of continuing?))
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 9, 2007 8:23:14 GMT -5
((I'mma close it then, since it's been so long.))
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