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when you move, i move / joining - emil - 11-29-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]It comes as a surprise to him when his gaze finally clears and settles on the view before him. Ah, well... perhaps "view" isn't the best word to use. To be frank, he isn't quite sure what he's looking at right now. A long, dark tunnel, with just a few spots of light peering in from above, and what looks like leaves at the end of it. He keeps still for several minutes, staring at his currently cramped world, before he takes in a deep breath and nearly inhales a loose piece of bark. Then it clicks.
"I'm stuck in a log."
He doesn't actually mean to say it out loud, but out the words come. An observation while he ponders how to get out. He starts with trying to pull his head, to no avail, and slumps back down after only a few seconds of even trying. A paw lifts and scratches weakly at the outside bark before he promptly gives up. "Guess I'll die," The canine sighs. He stays there for what seems like hours until his stomach starts to growl and his throat feels thoroughly parched, and finally he starts to move once again. As he slowly lifts his body off the ground, he mumbles about how much trouble his sleep-walking has gotten him into as of late. Eventually he's standing with his head hanging, still caught in the log, but it's a start.
The canine swings the thing around and nearly loses his balance once, but finds his footing in the grass soon enough. He manages to lift his head enough to get a quick look of the area ahead of him; the trees seem a bit sparse, and light yellow-green grass glows in the sunlight just ahead. He begins to move a bit cautiously through the undergrowth, stretching out his front paws to tap a few times on the ground to check for any obstacles. It takes him several minutes to breach the five feet that stood before him and the start of the plains. He pads a few steps further before stopping, lifting the log once more. "Hello?" He calls, voice echoing out of the tree stuck on his head. "I'm stuck."
Re: when you move, i move / joining - JERSEYBOY - 11-29-2018
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"No shit, Einstein."
The comment came as a snort, utter amusement laced in every word. He was almost astonished, really. How much of an idiot did you have to be to get yourself into a mess like that?
Jerseyboy furrowed figurative brows, glancing the log-clad canine up-and-down to get a good look at this ridiculous display. The tuxedo tom took a seat upon his haunches, almost in a completely nonchalant fashion. "So, you gonna let me in on how the hell this happened in the first place?" "This oughta' be good." It wasn't like Jerseyboy, a smaller cat like him, could really help this guy out in any way. At least while he wasn't in his dog body, but he disliked shifting as it was, so he chose not to.
The comment came as a snort, utter amusement laced in every word. He was almost astonished, really. How much of an idiot did you have to be to get yourself into a mess like that?
Jerseyboy furrowed figurative brows, glancing the log-clad canine up-and-down to get a good look at this ridiculous display. The tuxedo tom took a seat upon his haunches, almost in a completely nonchalant fashion. "So, you gonna let me in on how the hell this happened in the first place?" "This oughta' be good." It wasn't like Jerseyboy, a smaller cat like him, could really help this guy out in any way. At least while he wasn't in his dog body, but he disliked shifting as it was, so he chose not to.
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Re: when you move, i move / joining - ATTICUS - 12-01-2018
--------- As far as joiners were, this one topped the cake. Would it be bad if they dubbed the person with some sort of nickname to commemorate this moment? Perhaps, yet the idea briefly flickered into Atticus' mind as he followed some short moments after Jersey's own approach, offering the other Ascendants member a respective little nod before he took in the situation. Jersey's off hand comment briefly pulled a smirk onto Kit's face that he made no effort to smother, some low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he stepped closer to inspect how the log was settled upon the man. Unlike Jersey, Atticus, being a relatively hefty jaguar, should have little problem removing the log- so long as the log wasn't jabbing some sort of stick into the man's neck when they tried to pull it off, it should've been easy. "I am also curious," he agreed lightly, but also continued on to add, "and curious as to how you moved with this thing upon your head." Was he sounding too amused now? He tried to smother the overtones of his voice. After another moment, he took a breath in, "Alright, I'm going to try and pull it off," he would warn, and if not stopped, would reach out to grasp the log in both of his paws and give it a good tug, hopefully enough to free the poor man trapped within it.
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Re: when you move, i move / joining - emil - 12-03-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]A wry comment alerts him quicker than the footsteps do, then followed by an amused snort. Obviously, Meriwether can't really blame this person for laughing at his problem. If he were in the other's position he'd probably be laughing as well. A small puff of a chuckle slips from his lips and he shifts his position slightly, trying to keep balanced. "Well, you see," He starts his explanation, then pauses. The most probable scenario is that he was sleepwalking again and somehow thought the log was a long, comfy bed. "I was sleepwalking, I think. Can't tell you how exactly it happened." He laughs, then lowers his tired head so the end of the log is sitting on the ground. Carrying the thing around on his shoulders was tiring, keeping it upright even more so.
He shifts it slightly in the direction of Atticus as the other joins the two. He isn't sure if the guy was close enough to hear his explanation, but regardless, he doesn't really feel like repeating himself. Meri lifts his head upon the other saying he was going to try to pull the log off and plants his feet in the earth as best he can. There's a tugging on it that nearly causes him to fall forward with it, but he manages to hold himself, and pulls in return. The bark scratches the backs of his ears and his head as he slowly pulls away. In a matter of moments, he goes from stuck in a log to lying flat on his back, staring blankly up at the sky. Meriwether lets out a huff of dust and slowly drags himself up from the ground. He shakes out his fur, then stands up straight to address the two before him with a warm smile gracing his features.
"Thank you," He murmurs, sincere in his words. Black eyes draw over Jerseyboy first then settle on Atticus, to whom he speaks to first. "I'm Meriwether, Meri for short. Uh, if I may... where am I?" His tail curls almost in sync with his sheepish grin, hovering just over the grass.
Re: when you move, i move / joining - vivaldi - 12-03-2018
[size=9pt]"Y chromosome!" Comes an exclamation. A feral thing of a cat hobbles forward, luminious periwinkle gaze squinting up at the wolf before her. She draws her tongue noisily over her lips with all the grace of a toothless old woman. "'s what makes 'em dopey, Beelzebub." She slurs, and atop her head, curled delicately around one of her massive ears, the pygmy monkey in question fixes Meriwether with a accusatory glare of his own. "Males. Get themselves in all kinds of trouble. Big egos - massive egos - too big to fit in little log like that!" She lumbers closer clumsily, steps right into the strangers face and cranes her head to inspect him closer. From there she moves round him, jabs at the space beteen his rib. "Yous think yousa' a little- a little woodlouse? Yous think yousa' little rattlesnake? No. Dog. Big dog. Logs no place for wolves, stupid."
She hears his query, and she flicks one alabaster ear in acknowledgement, and chooses to take her time replying, making a loping lap around his body, instead. She hovers behind him, wrinkling her nose up in confusion at his dragon-like tail. It's only when she's settled down there - one paw batting carefully at the scales with a heaping dose of wariness, as if she'd spoken too soon and he is a rattlesnake after all, coiling in preperation to get her windpipe in his jaws - that she answers. Distracted, the boney little cat mutters, voice heavy with a lisp, "Ascendants." She fiddles with his tail, makes a move to yank deliberately at a scale. "Place of stars and Clan. Politics. Forests. Animals making problems themselves. Yada yada." She loses interest in the topic quickly. Instead, she cranes her head towards the pygmy monkey, who's slid down her flank to the ground. He sits, studying Meriwhether's mutations with a keen eye, and, queitly, she hunches her shoulders and presses herself close to the ground beside him. "Where do we think the dog get his scales, Beelzebub? Vivaldi doesn't know. Tell her."
She hears his query, and she flicks one alabaster ear in acknowledgement, and chooses to take her time replying, making a loping lap around his body, instead. She hovers behind him, wrinkling her nose up in confusion at his dragon-like tail. It's only when she's settled down there - one paw batting carefully at the scales with a heaping dose of wariness, as if she'd spoken too soon and he is a rattlesnake after all, coiling in preperation to get her windpipe in his jaws - that she answers. Distracted, the boney little cat mutters, voice heavy with a lisp, "Ascendants." She fiddles with his tail, makes a move to yank deliberately at a scale. "Place of stars and Clan. Politics. Forests. Animals making problems themselves. Yada yada." She loses interest in the topic quickly. Instead, she cranes her head towards the pygmy monkey, who's slid down her flank to the ground. He sits, studying Meriwhether's mutations with a keen eye, and, queitly, she hunches her shoulders and presses herself close to the ground beside him. "Where do we think the dog get his scales, Beelzebub? Vivaldi doesn't know. Tell her."