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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on Apr 25, 2008 10:59:59 GMT -5
*Dantin was at the docks. Him and his squad were being sent on their first real mission. On otter's boat had been stolen at the docks and he had requested some help. In response, squad two had been sent. Dantin was, at the moment, waiting for the rest of his squad to join him. He had ordered him to meet at the docks directly after the barracks breakfast had been finished. Even though he himself never ate in the barracks anymore, he knew when it began and when most beasts were finished by. He hadn't really had time to get to know his squad so this would be as good a time as any... as soon as they actually got there. The sea breeze was blowing in with a bit of a chill but it did not bother him unduly. It actually felt pretty good in the rising heat of spring.*
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Apr 25, 2008 20:14:26 GMT -5
Tallone sighed as she strode down the dock towards the figure waiting at the end. She was tired of having to answer to other beasts. Esspecially when they didn't give any real orders. She fingered the pommel of her sword, Foxxbane. Old Reliable was his nickname. He'd served her well. He was her second weapon ever, her first having been a dagger for training. She hadn't bothered to bring the new axe with her, as she doubted that anything would really happen, but, you never know. She stopped finally when she reached the end of the dock, standing beside her fiery-furred squad captain. "So, Cap'n, what's the do today?" she asked. She'd not gotten the whole memo. She'd just been told to show up. She leaded against one of the mooring posts, staring out over the waters.
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on Apr 26, 2008 18:51:48 GMT -5
*Dantin glanced over at Tallone as she appeared beside him. At least somebeast was relatively on time. He was definitely not one for rank so he didn't mind one bit her easy manner in conversing. He disliked it quite a bit when beasts went on saluting and sir-ing and what have you.* "Oh, nothing much. There was a report of a fishing boat having been stolen and, obviously, we've been sent to check it out and hopefully find whoever stole it. Then comes the time for either a peaceful talk to or some aggressive negotiations."
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 28, 2008 12:45:54 GMT -5
Wolfsbane had recieved the orders in the morning. He ate his breakfast, knowing that he would need his strength for the mission. The morning sea breeze ran across him and Wolfsbane stopped, letting the zephyr blow across his face. He loved the salty smell of the sea... it reminded him of his home. Wolfsbane moved only as a seasoned warrior could, seemingly gliding in the fog that had crept up on Otter's Fort. Soon, he saw two figures in the fog.
"G'mornin' to you, Offisah Dantin. Wolfsbane Treeflyah reportin' for duty, sah."
Due to his travels, Wolfsbane had picked up the different dialects of many species. He had spent the lonely nights on his travels by practicing them. When there was anything military to be done, he slipped into his hare dialect.
Wolfsbane gave a curt nod to the female sea otter he had never seen before.
"Miss, tis h'an 'onor.", Wolfsbane said curtly.
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on Apr 29, 2008 10:42:40 GMT -5
*Dantin just turned and looked at Wolfsbane with a raised eyebrow. For one, he wasn't a hare; the dialect he was impersonating. Two, Dantin seriously did not like all the sir-ing and officer-ing; especially with Wolfsbane being actually older than him. It may have seemed pretty strange for a sixteen year-old to be leading two older beasts but... he wasn't the one to make such decisions, that was up to Finnerator and/or Linx.* "Seriously? Please, no sir-ing, no officer-ing and... whats with the accent?" *He then cracked a smile to show that he wasn't mad or anything like that.* "Just act normal, don't think of me as a superior officer. Rather... a friend that you have to listen to and do as he says." *He said with his smile turning into a grin.*
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 29, 2008 14:26:04 GMT -5
"My 'umblest h'apologies, sah... but h'I've been trained by Treeflyah h'offisahs, Long Patrol h'offisahs, and h'a bloomin' Badger Lord to h'address my sooperior offisahs with respect and rank. H'And h'if h'I fail t'do so, h'I know they'll 'ave my tails fer tea and guts fer garters. But then h'again, failing to h'obey my sooperior h'offisah would probably get me h'into h'even more trouble. H'anyway, to h'answer your question, h'I've visited and trained with the Long Patrol of Salamandastron under Drill Sarg'nt Williard "Wunear" Willington. He lost an ear in a battle with sea vermin, but he was one of the best offisah's I've ever trained under, dontcha know, wot wot?"
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on Apr 29, 2008 14:39:07 GMT -5
It was all Tallone could do not to burst out in a flurry of laughter. Her black-furred sides felt as if they were about to split as she clamped a paw securely over her mouth. She knew Salamandastron hares who would laugh at how he was speaking! Her eyes slowly began to water as she tried to hold her breath, and the snickering that ached to escape, inside. But, it was too much, and after a moment she turned away from them and let it all out, trying to disguise her outburst of guffaws as a coughing slash sneezing attack.
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on Apr 30, 2008 10:53:46 GMT -5
*Dantin was past being amused by Wolfsbane. One, he was still sir-ing; two, that accent was getting very annoying; and three, he had disobeyed an order. The order may have been veiled in good humored chatting but it was still an order nontheless.* "That's all fine and dandy but perhaps I need to make myself clear. No sir-ing and drop the accent. Just because you trained at Salamandastron doesn't mean that have to speak like one of their color seargents. I'm originaly from far up north but you don't hear me spouting off like I've just come down from a mountain, do you?" *At this point he smiled again.* "Look, I don't want to seem all ugly and stuff it's just that if you go around talking like that, other beasts'll form an opinion about you that you probably don't want."
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Post by wolfsbane on May 3, 2008 12:28:18 GMT -5
Wolfsbane was slightly crestfallen at the idea of dropping his accent, but orders were orders. He tried to cheer himself up with the fact that he might be able to kill some vermin during the mission. If he got lucky, he might even come across a wolf.
"As yew wish. Did yer mention y'were from the North? 'Cause I am from the Pinewoods t'the North."
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Post by Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan on May 4, 2008 10:25:24 GMT -5
"And I'm from the Ice to the Far North. What's it matter where any of us are from?" asked the black otter asked. The squirrel was not very amusing, try as he might. And he was certainly trying! Not to bother, though. She'd just have to ignore him. she sighed and scratched at the top of her head, at the double white stripes that ran from the tip of her muzzle to the end of her rudder. Her coloration made her look like she was trying to disguise herself as a badger. Perhaps to make the squirrel-hare behave?
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on May 5, 2008 10:46:30 GMT -5
*Dantin nodded at Tallone's statement.* "Indeed, we can talk about personal stuff later but for now we actually have a mission to complete. Do I need to inform you on what we're doing or can we get started?" *He asked, directing the question at Wolfsbane. His squad seemed like an odd bunch to throw together but it was volunteer so he knew that they wanted to do this. That's what he hoped, at least...*
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Post by wolfsbane on May 8, 2008 9:29:20 GMT -5
Wolfsbane had hoped to establish a bond of comradery with his question of the otter's whereabouts, but when he heard Tallone's response, he decided that to drop it. Wolfsbane didn't use his knowledge of accents to amuse beasts. It was how he expressed himself. Some sing, some write poetry, some draw, but all he had was his affinity to language and the ways of a weapon. But he guessed he couldn't help it if the others didn't understand. Wolfsbane turned to Dantin to answer his question.
"The note mentioned a search and retrieval of a civilian's stolen boat."
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on May 12, 2008 10:36:34 GMT -5
*Dantin nodded.* "That's pretty much the jist of it. We're going to go and question the otter that's boat was stolen and then if we have enough information we'll begin a search in the likeliest spots that the thief would have hidden either himself or the boat or both." *He was ready to get going and start the mission but he wanted to make sure that his squad was also ready and didn't need to do any last minute whatever.* "So, you two ready?"
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Post by wolfsbane on May 13, 2008 12:43:05 GMT -5
Wolfsbane checked his weapons one last time before nodding in the affirmative.
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Post by Dantin 'n' Kade on May 18, 2008 0:10:02 GMT -5
OOC: Tallone, I'm waiting for you to post in response to Dantin's question. Just a heads up in case you didn't realise that.
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