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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 29, 2007 16:11:25 GMT -5
*An otter steps into the room and blinks around at all of them from under a turtle shell helmet. He looks confused and steps over to the sign up list slowly, leaving muddy pawprints in a trail behind him. The dirty otter puts a paw on the writing carefully and tries to rub at the letters, confused about what they are and smearing dirt and ink on the paper. Strelk scratches at his neckfur worriedly, spraying some of the dirt that's caked and dried there at them. He looks around at his other division members, wondering if somebeast might lend a paw. Strelk reaches up and takes off his feather-adorned helmet and holds it to his chest in worry, midly interested but lacking the general knowledge that might let him know what's going on in the situation. He doesn't know anything about writing or signups or organizations. The otter grabs the inkwell and turns it upside down so he can see what's in it. He gives a bark of dismay when the ink splashes out onto his face, and he drops the inkwell and begins pawing at his face wildly. Strelk holds his paws out and looks at the black ink on them once it's off his face. He gives a pause, then a slight smile. The otter begins slapping the black stuff onto his legs and arms, amused he's found a new kind of camoflauge.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 16:19:58 GMT -5
*Turning his gaze upon the new-comer, Scratchfur, with no expression on his face, blinked in perplexion a few times as he watched the otter try to figure out what to do with the parchment and ink. After seeing the otter splash himself with ink and then start dabbing it all over himself as if painting a new portrait, Scratchfur let out a bit of a laugh and proceeded to walk over to the otter. Offering a paw, the rat grined up at the smiling face of the otter.* A'oy, matey. 'M Scratchfur, plea'd te meetcher. I see yer tryin' te fi'ure out 'ow te si'n up tha' there sheet te join the di'ision, eh? De ye wan' a 'and in gettin' i' done, shipmate?
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 29, 2007 16:38:17 GMT -5
*Strelk looks at Scratchfur for a long moment, then pulls the hat off the rat's head and begins examining it with interest; he's never seen a tricorner hat before.* What? *He flings the hat with a light sweep of his paw to see if it flies, or if it's some kind of strange weapon he doesn't know about.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 16:46:20 GMT -5
*As his hat is taken off and his ears go back to their upright positon, Scratchfur averted his eyes upward to see what Strelk would do with it. After watching the otter examine it for a few seconds, Scratchfur was almost ready for the otter to hand it back, but instead he watched helplessly as his beautiful, one of a kind hat was being tossed around like some kind of dibbuns toy. Feeling a bit exhaserbated at the sight of this, Scratchfur looked to the otter and tried to explain in more simpler terms what he was trying to get at.* Matey...help. I...here...help...write. D'yer unnerstan' any o' tha'? *To further clarify the point, Scratchfur picked up an ink quill and pointed it toward the parchment, making subtle movements with the quill to represent writing.*
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 29, 2007 17:13:21 GMT -5
*Strelk watches the quill in the rat's paw, amused that the crazy beast thinks he's doing something with the feather. The otter takes the quill from Scratchfur and sticks it in with the other feathers in his helmet, shaking his head slightly. He doesn't know what the word write is, much less what the action looks like.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 17:21:56 GMT -5
*Starting to get a little frustrated at the otter, Scratchfur decided to resort to the utmost extreme. Picking up another quill, he looked at the otter with an almost stern gaze and began to form a simple question.* Ok...name? Wot's yer name, matey? Scratchfur...meh name's Scratchfur. *As he said his own name, the rat pointed at himself, repeating the name a few times. When he became satisfied that he did that enough time, he continued the question.* Wot's yer name? Name. *He then points at the otter the same way he pointed at himself, and hoped dearly that he could get some sort of proper response.*
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 29, 2007 17:28:46 GMT -5
*Strelk blinks, then nods understandingly. He knows what "name" means. He points to himself and speaks very slowly, maybe even mocking Scratchfur.* Strelk Kelnridge.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 17:31:38 GMT -5
*Almost jumping for joy, Scratchfur instantly looks towards Marie with a giant grin on his face.* Comman'er, woul' ye min' if'n I wri'e down this 'ere beas's informa'ion for 'im?
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 29, 2007 21:02:44 GMT -5
I don't think she minds.* Mary said, watching Scratchfur helping Strelk. * Do you need any help? * She offered. The otter sure seemed odd. But then again, every beast is rather different. He's still weird though.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 22:13:24 GMT -5
*Scratchfur quickly wrote down Strelks full name before he would forget it. Then, looking up at Mary, he smiled at her friendly offer of helping him out.* Aye, matey. I thin' ye c'n 'elp me ou' 'ere. May'aps ye mi'ht 'a'e a bi' o' a li'hter touch wi' this 'ere..er..frien'. If'n it don' bo'her ye, ye c'n as' 'im the res' o' these ques'ions tha' are requir'ed fer the si'n up sheet. T'woul' ma'e the goin' a lot fas'er. *Dipping the quill back into the other ink well, he waited for her response and the next set of information.*
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 29, 2007 23:06:47 GMT -5
Okay.* Mary said. She peeked over at the paper, for she had forgotten what was on there,that's how long it has been since she had filled out the form.* Well, species and gender is rather obvious, male otter. But rank... * She looked over to Strelk.* What's your rank? You know, what you wanna do here. Like , um, * The mousemaid thought quickly for an example.* Like I'm a ranger. Err...* Trying to think of more ways to explain the word ranger, she watched to see if he could understand her explanation.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 29, 2007 23:25:59 GMT -5
*Writing down the next two pieces of information on the parchment, Scratchy looked up just in time to see Mary in the process of trying to explain the word ranger to Strelk so as to get the last piece of information needed. Smiling, he gave her some advice.* Ye may 'a'e more pro'ress if'n ye show 'im a bow 'er somethin' visu'l, matey. Seems this 'ere 'un is tha' kin' o' beas'.
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Jan 30, 2007 17:41:13 GMT -5
OOC: Aha, you guys enjoy your RPing. ^^ I'm afraid I can't keep with y'all. =D I think I'm actually going to modify the member list as it is, so that only active members are on it. ^^ So, yeah. Just keep on RPing without me. c;
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 30, 2007 21:12:30 GMT -5
OOC; Cool. BIC: But I"m not trying to tell him the word ranger, that's just an example for the word rank. * Mary said. *But this is not going to be easy.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 31, 2007 0:53:29 GMT -5
*Scratchfur nodded in agreement that this otter would be a hard case, at the least. Trying to think of some kinda of helpful idea, he quickly thought back to his own information put down on the parchment not that long ago. After a little bit of doing this, he was suddenly struck with an idea. Looking to Mary, he quickly spoke what he thought, so as to save any further sanity lost on the otter.* Say, Mary. I wos jus' thinkin' 'bou' this 'ere par' concernin' rank. Woul'n' rank be more like, um, Pri'ate 'er somethin' 'lon' those lines?
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