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Post by FlyingPanther on Jul 18, 2008 20:29:44 GMT -5
[OOC: This is an RP with my NPC Bastian. Feel free to join...but know that you will get no meeting points...as this character doesn't actually exsist....yet. Hopefully sometime in the future however. XD] The hut in which a Lion known only to the villagers as Bastian lay on the outskirts of the small village. His property was medium sized, enough to allow anyone to live comfortibly, however his hut was much smaller then one would anticipate with the amount of land he owned. The majority of it was overgrown with numberous plants, famously recognizible as Midori Weed. Around his crop a makeshift fence stood as a poor deterant against thieves, though he didn't need to worry. He sat outside his hut, dried leaves piled underneath a blanket serving as a seat, as his eyes looked up at the ominous looking bird circling above, as if signaling the death of an animal. He smirked, his beautiful jubjub was the perfect protection for his plants. While it may behave....better...with him, the creature still needed a bit of...stranger manners. "Kaya, All fruits ripe, gurl! Come dung ere!" he said, a sudden erge to have the companionship of his bird. Kaya continued to circle for a moment, as if to make sure that he was right...and that all was fine truely, before slowly lowering herself down to land on Bastian's leather gloved arm. Her talons sunk in with a sickening sound, but the leather was thick...and it did not manage to peirce. She moved up his arm, finally finding a resting place on a leather sholder pad, obviously specially made so that she could travel with him easier. He smiled a bit... and lifted a clawed hand to ruffle her neck feathers. Though her angry eyes and demenor (not to mention the sounds she was making) seemed to suggest she wasn't enjoying it, she didn't pull away which only left Bastian with the assuption that she enjoyed it a lot more then she let on. A chuckle escaped him and he let down his hand, looking around at the village for possible newcomers. The market had been slow lately, and it had been a while since he saw a traveller...or an ongoing customer. He simply sighed, finally standing up and heading into his hut...ready to roll himself something to smoke outside while he waited. |
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Post by Satra on Jul 18, 2008 21:21:32 GMT -5
Liv told Pathos she wanted to spend the day exploring and would take the whole day doing so. As much as she would've loved him to join her, Penelope would probably not have appreciated it. Wanting to save some money on a babysitter, Pathos stayed home to watch the girl and Liv went off. She'd wandered as far as Midori beach today. Walking along her jaw dropped as saw what she thought was just some form of Heron or Gull descend to the earth... was a jub-jub bird! She'd always wanted to see one up close! Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was a bad idea to approach the general area of one while she was alone. What if she got injured and no one was around to find her? regardless, she ran off in the direction is was landing until she got to the border of what looked like someone's property. Her jaw dropped even further than before to see the beast landing on someone's arm! Was it even possible to domesticate one of those things?! "Excuse me!" she called before realizing it. She froze, realizing it was probably a dumb idea. I mean, what kind of person would own a jub-jub?! but... ah well. What's done is done. |
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Post by Ry on Jul 19, 2008 1:10:20 GMT -5
 A mouse, yellow, with lilac and white points, scurried in a flurry of sands along the tropical beachfront. The warm soft powdery sand made movement difficult, and she frequently sank. She looked quite undignified. Souris was seriously reconsidering her decision to vacation on the Beach, despite the current popular opinion. Midori hadn't agreed with her. The salted spray from the sea irritated her nasal cavities into sinuses, and she missed the green Gardens. But she had yet to accomplish her purpose, and refused to let physical discomfort impede her. She was struggling to advance her rank, and she'd hoped that, the closeness to a natural body of water, and time to explore her affinity for liquid, would unlock the next steps up. All she'd accomplished thus far was to get completely and thoroughly soaked, her beautiful fur salt encrusted, and a distinct impression that she hadn't any affinity for the sea, in any way, shape or form. |
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jul 19, 2008 2:46:30 GMT -5
It was just as Bastian was turning his lanky bipedal body into his hut when he could hear the voice of someone behind him. Kaya, the ivory feathered Jubjub, was first to turn her head towards the 'intruder', angry eyes smoldering and wondering whether she should waste no time in digging into the badger's sensitive brain meats. Her gaze seemed to suggest that she was truely considering such a thing, and who could blame her really considering what she was. It was almost worse then owning a fighting canine....or a truly wild Bandersnatch.
It probably took a little longer then usual for the Lion to turn around to greet the woman behind him, the scent of stale weed clinging to his fur. He smiled when he finally faced her, his lips parting to show sharp pearly whites. It was a nice smile...one that seemed completely different from the expression upon his feathered companion. His eyes, sparkled a dark green that was truely lovely next to the lime green of his pelt, though they were ruined slightly by the bloodshot eyes that came with recreational smoking. He wasn't currently under the influence, though one would hardly be able to tell from the look of him. He was strange for a Midori, most of the region had individuals with heavy magenta swirl markings, but he really had a very little bit. Just around his arms and sholders, his tail, and the lower part of the back of his legs, his body, neck, and most of his face were swirl free. The only marking on his face...came in the form of weird singular flicks of flame like markings above his eyebrows. Long and thick magenta dreadlocks adorned his neck like a crown, making his green face stand out all the more.
"Wa a gwaan?" he said, his voice deep and his accent thick and silky.
The sound of splashing came to the attention of his jubjub, and the gaze that she had locked upon the badger changed in an instant to a watchful gaze upon the Garden Mouse only a few feet away. Bastian lived more inland from the sea (it was better for his crops), but he still lived close enough and Kaya had sharp enough eyes that spotting the brightly colored mouse was no problem.
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Post by Satra on Jul 20, 2008 3:49:14 GMT -5
Suddenly, Liv felt very foolish.
"Eh, er... I, uh..." she stuttered, "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just got a little over excited, I guess. I've just..." she eyed the white jubjub bird with a mix of awe and unease, "For all the time I spend outside, I've never actually seen one up close... I had no idea one could be dome-- kept as a pet." She decided mid-word that "domesticated" was thoroughly incorrect. She bowed, and backed up a little. Despite being a Badger, did not possess enough skill in fighting to be able to fend off one of those.... horrid things.
"I, uh," she cleared her throat, "Should be heading off and stop bothering you. You look like," she took in his appearance before, but now she gave him a thoroughly good look, "...a very busy man. I don't want to wear out a welcome I never had..."
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jul 21, 2008 21:12:17 GMT -5
Bastian turned his head slowly to look at his jubjub companion while the Range Badger hastily explained herself. The bird still had it's eyes focused on the creature several yards away, and he petted the bird's back in order to regain it's attention. He didn't look it, but he was a little uneasy about how she was looking at the mouse over yonder. Maybe it was time to bring her inside, away from people. While he had managed to....tame didn't seem the right word...relax her enough to have her stick around and not maul him....he knew from experience her relations with strangers were hit or miss. He rather not deal with a miss today.
His head turned back to the female before him, his eyes friendly as his smile. "Mi din nuh eider. Happon pon har egg when I-yah was a bwoy. She a hanful." he said with a chuckle that was smooth and happy.
His expression changed slightly, as if he was bewildered by her need to leave so quickly. He shook his head with another chuckle. "Cha! Ya nuh badda mi gurl! Mek mi jus put har inna hut so she dun a go dig out ya brains." another chuckle, though the concern was genuine, and he headed into the hut. He called out to her from inside, "Ya bun dat ganja, gurl?" another laugh. He seemed...giggly.
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Post by Nako on Jul 21, 2008 21:52:53 GMT -5
It was a relatively short walk to the neighboring village... well, it was short when she had gotten so used to trekking for the better part of a day just to get to the Capital. The bipedal squirrel had a pack at her side. Normally she would carry actual items to trade for her Midori Weed, but that day she had legal tender to offer. Nowadays, she could spare money far more easily than she could the amenities such as food and spices. How funny it was that the barter system would have a stronger influence than money in Midori. She could only hope that Bastian was in the mood for gold that day. This was a leisurely stroll indeed, merely walking down the beach with the waves lapping at her ankles... that was when she saw a most interesting sight down the shore; it was a Yarrow mouse jumping about in a most ungainly fashion in the thick drifts of dry sand. Striding a bit more quickly her bipedal form quickly brought her alongside the struggling mouse. "You should walk on the dark sand... where the waves come up and soak the sand. It hardens it and makes it ideal to walk on. You're only causing yourself grief in the dry sand." |
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Post by Satra on Jul 23, 2008 0:46:32 GMT -5
"Oh! heh, no. I'm not really into, eh, recreational smoking. But... uh.. t-thank you?" she felt a little... out of place here. She looked around. She'd been so enthralled by the jubjub bird that she didn't notice until now that.... she was standing in the middle of a pot farm.
Fan-freaking-tastic.
In her younger years, she'd tried it an enjoyed it in small amounts, but there was not way she was going to smoke it with a stranger, no matter how friendly he seemed. At least not without Pathos around.
"Actually... I was more curious about the bird... uh, she's a pet right? I mean... how did you do it?" Her curiosity was too much. What an amazing companion! A bit violent for her tastes, but WOW!
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Post by Ry on Jul 26, 2008 2:04:45 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm going to need a Pmed translation for that accent. *giggle* I can't follow anything Bastian says.)
Souris lifted her head against the weight of the stare drilling into her back, to neon biped paws, a loose, floating hem, and a bushy tail, tipped in bright pink. She followed the feminine lines of the body up, skimming over a beautiful dress in bad repair, to meet the gaze of a squirrel. The mouse blinked, about to greet the stranger, but she felt herself slip further down, into a drift of sand. Fighting her way up in time to be given advice, she nearly snarled.
Were the advice completely unsound, she probably would have, but the advice, in fact, was actually useful. She contented herself with a small, fustrated noise in the back of her throat, and slogged down, closer the briny embrace of the sea, immediately finding better purchase for her paws. She reluctantly turned to the Midorian, and thanked her, although the words threatened to stick in her throat.
"My thanks." she choked, gratitude and pride roughening her usual soft tones, trying to ignore the peculiar idea that the vermin looked like a priestess, of sorts, and the fervent desire to withhold her name.
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Post by FlyingPanther on Jul 26, 2008 14:52:20 GMT -5
After a moment inside the hut, with sounds of tussling with the bird into an unfavorible location on it's part as well as mulling around somewhere inside, Bastian came out again with a small white piece of paper folded in half, the contents was a bushy sort of green plant that seemed to be over flowing. The logical assumption was that he was about to roll himself something, but with the amount that seemed to be bursting forth...it was hard to imagine he would successfully be able to. Still he sat down on hi blanket covered haystack and consentrated on the slowly forming joint before him. He didn't have his gloves now, only the sholderblade, and it was easy to see the price for keeping such an exotic beast in one's company. Scarred and mauled hands worked with the skill of second nature, and seconds later, the unlikely joint had been created. Fatty though it was.
He stuck it in his mouth and finally looked up at the badger. He scraped a match and puffed once or twice until it was fully hit, before inhaling for what seemed like ages. He smiled and turned his head, so that the smoke wouldn't blow in the badgers face and exhaled. The white cloud that came from his nostrils and mouth seemed to be endless, a hit that even a seasoned smoker could be impressed with. When he was done he looked back, eyes visibly watery. He smiled and waved a hand slightly. "Nuh worries, mon. Ganja nuh erbody's flava." He scoot over on his little hay pile and patted an open seat next to him for the badger to join him "Ya wanna nuh bout Kaya?"
He laughed a bit, looking at the craftsmanship of his roll before taking another hit, just as large as the last. Still curtious to the badger and blowing it away from her face. "Mi dun tink mi would call har a pet. She ih more den dat." his voice rasped a bit as he exhaled smoke. He chuckled again, Kaya always seemed to bring interested folks around, and it always amused him, because he really didn't have much of an answer for them, "Dun nuh really. Mi kayrd fa har as a chick, an mi hab always been calm wit har. Nuh hard when ya bun Ganja." he smiled as he flicked the ash off the end of his joint as a sort of illustration.
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