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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 16, 2013 13:58:29 GMT -8
All things considered, the day had been downright ridiculous. First, he'd been supposed to work, only to be turned away at the last minute. Then the shelter had been full. Then he'd found out that Rhiannon was perilously bad at dates, and had arrived on the wrong day looking for him. Just in case that hadn't been enough excitement for one day, they'd then found themselves nearly murdered by a dog made of flame and his big black brother.
It had been particularly eventful, to say the least. The fact that an egg (although Moose wasn't entirely sure it was an egg, because eggs were supposed to be two or three of his fingers wide, not that big) was about to hatch had put yet another thing at the top of the 'list of things that had gone wrong that day', and Rhiannon had insisted on Moose coming back home with her. It hasn't exactly taken a lot of forcing. Even if he had a job, he still didn't have a place to sleep, and he was really hoping he'd get a chance to wash his suit and maybe undo some of the singing on the bottom of it's right leg. Stomping on a dog was never a good plan, but stomping on one that was made of literal fire was even less of one.
It had not been a good day, and even though it not long past noon by the time they reached Rhiannon's new apartment, Moose was about ready to fall into bed and sleep. He was exhausted, and the constant twitching of the egg didn't bode well. Even if he had only a vague idea of how eggs were even supposed to work, he eyed it warily as they stopped beside her door. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his lips, and stared at it intently.
"What is it, anyway?"
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 16, 2013 14:41:01 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm if there are problems. It wasn't like she had asked for the egg to start hatching when it did. Hell, she hadn't even asked for the day to have gone the way it did. Had Rhiannon had her way, it would have been the correct date, she would have met up with Moose, she would have gotten her supplies with no trouble whatsoever, bought Moose some food to last him through the day or maybe even tomorrow as well while also buying lunch for herself, go back to her apartment, and then possibly have phoned her brother to come pick her up so that she could go home to San Marino for a couple of days and catch up with everyone there. It should have been a good day.
But no, instead it was the wrong day, she had embarrassed herself to high hell and back because Moose was so damn tall, nearly gotten burnt to a crisp and eaten by a flaming dog, and now the weird egg had grown to the size of a large grapefruit at least and was about to hatch. Hiding that thing on the bus back had been an adventure, to say the least. It was a good thing that it could still fit in her purse after some rearranging, but trying to not be self-conscious of the bag every time it shook had been difficult. She supposed she was lucky that she had been wearing a relatively large (on her) cardigan that day, because at least she could say that the shifting was her and not her bag as long as she kept it covered with the article of clothing. Not that it would have helped that much at this point -- her purse was more or less constantly shaking against her side when she pulled her keys out of it.
Oh, good god, was that a crack starting to form in the egg already? "I have no idea!" Rhiannon replied, sounding rather (read: very) panicked as she shoved the key into the lock before twisted it open. Swinging the door open, she quickly stepped inside and held the door open for Moose before she stashed her keys back in her purse and pulled the egg out. Yep, definitely had a crack forming in it already. Shit. "After that whole thing at the mansion, there was this one creepy old lady who would not leave me alone unless I took the egg from her. And it was on the day that I didn't have a phone because it got busted at the party, so I couldn't call the police either. So I turned around to ask her what she wanted from me to follow me from one end of Chinatown to the other, and she just kind of shoved this egg into my hands and then ran away in a big hurry before I could do anything."
It was difficult to hold onto now that it was shaking so much, Rhiannon realized, and so she plopped herself down on the couch and pulled the throw blanket over her legs before setting the egg down in her lap. Even if she was wearing one of her few pairs of pants right now (because she loathed wearing pants and avoided it unless it was necessary), they were still nice pants that she didn't want to get dirty. "If you have any idea as to what is going to come out of this egg, now would be a good time to tell me what to do," Rhiannon said, although she highly doubted that Moose would know what was in the egg. Hell, not even her friend who was supposedly good at this sort of shit could tell her, and if he couldn't, then how would Moose know? Would Oskenon:ton know? He was home right now, wasn't he? |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Sept 17, 2013 18:31:04 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 11, 1PM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton didn’t say the day was any more eventful than the last; not much had gone on and to say the least, he was slightly bored and carving some extra little totems for an art fair, perhaps. He’d already gone to meet that one client who commissioned that huge totem pole, and like hell he was going to try and make contact with the owner of the mansion again. What mansion? Apparently, there was no mansion at all last he checked, but he swore he hadn’t been dreaming when he was attacked at the beginning of the month.
He had to think about it sometimes. He couldn’t figure out whether or not he’d just been imagining things, or if it was real. Rhiannon knew it was real; she’d been there, after all. He hadn’t meet Moose again since that night, so he wasn’t sure what he thought of it. Everybody else was dead, or gone somewhere else. He swore he wasn’t insane, though.
Another chip off the side, creating the curve of one folded paw and biting his bottom lip as he did so; tiny details were hard to work out when one was breathing and moving. Like a watchmaker, Oskenon:ton had learned to hold his breath while working. That didn’t mean he was immune to distraction, though, and he quickly glanced towards his door as he heard the main entrance opening and closing.
Rhiannon was home, better go at least say hi.
He got up, putting the little wooden totem aside and came out of his room. ”Hey Rhiannon, you’re home—“ He stopped as he rounded the corner. ”Moose?”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 19, 2013 17:33:27 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Moose had never, in his entire life, seen an egg hatch. He'd seen eggs--chicken eggs in specific--but those had been the unfertilized kind that you ate, and he'd only seen them at a distance. He'd seen them behind the cafeteria wall, where the workers had been busy preparing the meal, and he'd never so much as touched one. If Rhiannon was looking for wisdom or advice, she wasn't going to get it from him. The whole thing was so far over his head it wasn't even funny, and even if she'd been hatching a chicken for a science project he'd still have been at a loss.
He stepped inside, vaguely confused by the simple fact that she wasn't in the same place she'd been before. She'd... what was it, moved? The whole idea was baffling to him. If she had enough money to keep her old apartment, why move here? Of course, this one was a step up (there was a living room for one, and a second bedroom and all that), but Moose had only the vaguest idea of what it was like to live in an actual apartment of your own, and was having a hard time putting that together. As far as he was concerned, if you had a roof that was good, and if you had a bed even better... and a bed in your own room? The height of luxury.
"No idea." He mumbled, voice low, as if afraid the egg was going to crack if he raised his voice.
Unfortunately, that quiet was quickly forgotten with the arrival of someone who might very well have been the last person he'd expected. He hadn't even known that the two knew each other, and he was suddenly happy that the dragonfly had taken off to report before they'd arrived. It was easier that way, not having to watch what he said under the eyes of something not even the size of his hand.
"Deer?" Nope, no volume control there--just his usual loud self. He knew that wasn't the guys real name--that it was something long he couldn't even pronounce--but he also knew that it meant Deer, and that he'd been amused as hell when they'd first met.
Less amusing the second time, unfortunately.
"The hell are you doin' here? I thought you were at the... the whatsit. The hotel." He actually meant 'hostel', but the word was escaping him. His memory simply wasn't very good.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 21, 2013 15:58:17 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm if there are problems. Well, it had been worth a shot to ask, even if she hadn't exactly gotten the answer she had hoped for. Unfortunately, there was now an unknown egg that looked like it could hold a kitten inside of it hatching in her lap. Ugh, why did that lady in Chinatown have to choose to tail her of all people? Did she look like the sort to know what to do with an egg? Her first thought had been to crack it open and make an omelette, but it didn't look like a chicken egg aside from size (not so much anymore now, but alright), and even if it had been, who knew how long it had out of its carton? Well, clearly, it was only her one stroke of good luck that she hadn't decided to scramble the egg, because she certainly wasn't sure how she would have reacted to finding out that the egg was... well, alive.
Maybe Oskenon:ton would know though, and speaking of him, what perfect timing he had -- what. Rhiannon had been about to ask Oskenon:tont o come over to look at the egg with the crack that was steadily growing bigger -- wait, was that a beak just now? -- but was momentarily distracted when the other mentioned Moose' name and then Moose mentioned something about... deer? Oh, good god, there weren't deer in her apartment now too, were there? With everything that had happened today though, she couldn't exactly to say that she would be surprised if that was the case. What did surprise her, however, was that Moose and Oskenon:ton knew each other. Never in a million years would she have guessed it, and for a moment, she was simply stuck looking between the two of them before she blurted out, "Wait, so the two of you know each other?"
Usually, she would have responded to Oskenon:ton's greeting, but right as she was about to slip that in, the egg in her lap gave a rather violent rock that had her quickly curling over it and corralling it with her arms so that it didn't send itself careening onto the floor. "I don't know what you are, but this had better not be a regular thing," Rhiannon said, still hunched over the egg and -- that did not sound like a bird. That definitely did not sound like a bird. Oh, good god, what was even in this egg anymore? "Okay, guys, I'd hate to be the reason to break up your heartfelt reunion, and I am very happy that you two know each other, but I could really use some help over here with figuring out what's going to come out of this egg." The sooner the better, really -- Rhiannon wanted to know, if possibly, whether or not something dangerous was going to hatch out of the egg. |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Sept 23, 2013 5:10:00 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 11, 1PM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. After that one night at the hostel, he really wasn’t expecting to see much more of Moose until he left. Why would he, after all? Oskenon:ton himself wandered around, and Moose was homeless, so crossing paths with him would take more than just a small pinch of chance. As far as he was concerned – at least, up until then – they’d had no mutual acquaintances and Oskenon:ton was far from permanent in LA. If it weren’t for the job he’d been given right then, he’d have left almost right after the incident at the mansion. There was not much of a reason to stay, after all.
Oskenon:ton quickly smoothed over his initial shock, however. It was what he was meant to do; he adapted rather quickly, and the only reason he hadn’t gone completely off the wall after the mansion incident was his ability to just deal with it. Shit happened, and all that.
”Hey, Moose.” His initial surprise had turned into a grin. Well, it was nice to see him again, in this case. ”Hotel? Oh, right, hostel. I have to stay in LA for a bit longer, so living there didn’t seem so good for the long run—“
Rhiannon spoke up, practically enveloping whatever was in her lap. What was that thing? It sort of looked like an egg? He raised an eyebrow in confusion, glancing back over at Moose. He’d had some experience with eggs, especially while he was starting out. Farms and sanctuaries abound in his resume, after all. He’d spent as much time as he could as far from the city as possible before encroaching on something so far out of his territory.
”What’s that?” He took a step closer. ”Where did you find it?”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 23, 2013 14:19:39 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Yes, they knew each other. They'd met once before the incident at the mansion, and then once after--the same night, actually. They'd shared a meal and a room at two different times, and Moose had found he'd rather liked the man, even if a lot of him remained a mystery. Moose wasn't very good at 'filling in the details' of what people were like in the world at large. He found he was pleased to hear that that Oskenonton would be staying. He'd made it sound like he wouldn't be there at long, but if he was going to stay...
Well, maybe he'd be happy to hear Moose was moving up, however slowly it was. When they'd last met, it hadn't looked like Moose was going anywhere, and yet he'd still ended up with a real job that paid good money. He even (although he knew it was a bit off) felt like he might be able to look into actual housing at some point in the future. He'd already been put on the list for low income housing, but that was going to take ages to do. It would be months before he even heard back, but at least he now had the money to give him the option if it did come up.
He turned back to Rhiannon and the egg as she called out, then glanced back to Oskenonton to answer his question. "Some old woman gave her the egg. It's big, so dunno what it is. It's been rockin' ever since we killed the fire dog." Technically it was a fire wolf, but that was splitting hairs, and it wasn't like Moose could tell the difference.
Of course, he'd casually just mentioned they'd killed a dog made of flame, but at least he realized it, pausing before clarifying that as well. "We got attacked by a big dog made of fire. Had a ball thing inside it, and a big black dog grabbed it when we killed it." With water and a few well placed stomped. "Then the egg started doing its thing."
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 29, 2013 11:12:30 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm if there are problems. If it didn't sound so ridiculously far-fetched, Rhiannon would have guessed that she had somehow managed to wake up in a parallel dimension where everyone she had ever met knew each other on top of magic being real or something like that. That was the thing though, how else was she supposed to explain everything that had been going on as of late? If it had just been her and herself alone, she would have pegged it as her finally having cracked under the strain of fashion school and having gone legitimately crazy in a way that was bad enough to require her getting institutionalized. But see here, she wasn't the only one who had seen the sheer ridiculousness that had been the past few days. Oskenon:ton had seen the snakes. So had Kyu-Sik. And just today, Moose saw the fire wolf with her.
She wasn't crazy, there was actually some bizarre shit straight out of fantasy novels going on here, but like hell if she was going to tell that to anyone who didn't confirm to her first that they were there too, because she did not want to sound like she belonged in the loony bin. Because if Moose's explanation just now about the egg and their day thus far, her version of the recollection would have just as much what-the-fuck factor going on in there. It would have just been the wordier, less to-the-point version, really. (And definitely more eloquently put, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment.) Seeing as how Moose basically just explained the whole thing for her, Rhiannon replied, "Basically what Moose just said, as ridiculous as it all sounds, I swear we're both telling the truth -- oww...!"
Rhiannon quickly drew her hand away from the egg when she felt something hard peck at it. Looking over her hand (thankfully, nothing was bleeding, just red where she had been pecked), Rhiannon muttered, "Oh, you had better not be something dangerous or I swear I'll --" Yep, that was a beak. There was definitely a beak poking out of the egg now. But the sound coming from the egg (aside from the cracking) sounded nothing like a bird. It sounded more like... like... a lion cub? Something out of a zoo, basically. What the hell even was it? She couldn't do this. Nope. She wasn't going to just sit here and let the egg hatch in her lap without someone to help her out in case of it being a hazard to herself. "Moose, Oskenon:ton, again, sorry to cut the reunion short, but maybe come here to help me out, please?" Well, she sounded calm until the second half of the sentence. |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Sept 29, 2013 19:22:41 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 11, 1PM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Well, it was nice seeing Moose again and all, but he was talking about… A fire wolf? A dog on fire? And then what had killed it? The egg? It was all a really jumbled mess, and he couldn’t just leave it at that without some further elaboration. He was expecting to get that from Rhiannon, but she was too preoccupied with the egg it seemed and just backed up what he’d said.
So there was a flaming dog. Then they killed it. Then a larger black dog took it after. And there was an old lady that gave them a giant egg that seemed to be hatching right the hell now. Gotcha. Perfect sense.
He was about to say something else, opening his mouth when Rhiannon gave a cry of distress and he turned to see a little beak poking out of the shell. Well, okay, not a little beak; a large beak with what sounded like cat noises coming from it.
”Oh, uh…”” He turned towards her, crouching to take a better look at the egg. He’d hatched some eggs before, both at home and at various farms he’d worked on as a hired hand. ”Here, let me hold it.” He seemed like he could handle the shaking better, anyways.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 29, 2013 20:05:46 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Moose thought his explanation was perfectly fine, thank you very much. There was nothing strictly wrong with it. It had all the major details, all the important bits. What else did she need? Sure, it was probably a bit confusing, but he didn't really realize that.
Moose turned back to her when Rhiannon called out, but he didn't move towards her the way Oskenonton did. Oskenonton probably had some experience with those sorts of things. Moose, on the other hand, did not. He had zero experience with animals unless you counted staring at the occasional stray cat, or watching birds at a distance. He'd never had a pet, never been responsible for anything. He'd certainly never been involved in a... a what? He couldn't remember the word for when things came out of eggs.
"Just... tell me what you want done. I guess." He mumbled quietly. "'Cuz I dunno." He said with a small sigh. He'd have preferred the fire wolf over this. At least he'd known what to do then.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Oct 14, 2013 15:35:17 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm if there are problems. It was more than just the fact that Moose's explanation was confusing -- it was more like it didn't make any sense in terms of what most would consider plausible. Seeing as how she was there when it had happened, however, Rhiannon hadn't been -- and still wasn't -- about to make any sort of additional commentary about Moose's explanation, even if she could have hopped in and prefaced it with something along the lines of how it would all sound completely ridiculous no matter which way you tossed the dice. Though that could also be because she was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was going to hatch out of the egg now. What birds hatched out of massive eggs and had beaks this large? A bird of prey?
Rhiannon was, in all honesty, all too happy and relieved to hand the strange hatching egg-thing over to Oskenon:ton. It would be safer for all of them if he was the one to handle the egg and whatever was inside it that was now starting to make sounds that were a bit like a yowling kitten, only less kitten-like and more... well, not benign like a fluffy little kitty cat. Oh, god, what was the apartment policy about pets again? They did allow pets, right? Rhiannon made a mental note to double check that, just in case they decided to keep whatever was going to come out of the egg. Though that was why she was more than willing to go ahead hand off the egg (with some difficulty because of how much it was starting to squirm around) to Oskenon:ton -- if it was too dangerous to keep, he was, at least in her mind, better equipped to deal with it than she would ever be. Maybe. Probably.
"Uhm... stay close by so that if we need brute force or something, you're readily available," Rhiannon replied to Moose, sounding a little better and less panicked than she had earlier now that the strange egg wasn't about to hatch what she was assuming was going to be a massive and possibly dangerous bird of some sort in her lap. Turning to Oskenon:ton, Rhiannon asked, "Do you have any idea what kind of animal is going to come out of that egg? I've been asking around since I got it, but... well, no one's been able to give me an actual answer." A pause, and then as a memory clicked into place from earlier in the day had been, Rhiannon added, "The egg wasn't always as big as it is now though -- just this morning, it was only about as big as a large chicken egg. After the fire wolf attack -- and I know, it sounds ridiculous, but I swear that's what it was -- it just suddenly grew that large." |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Oct 15, 2013 15:21:39 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 11, 1PM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. The egg was rather warm, and without further questioning, he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. The egg went right in his lap, and it continued to shake and tremble, making a sound similar to that of a cat’s. He sincerely had no idea what it was, but he could start guessing around. None of the ‘common’ beasts, like an eagle or a lion or a cat. It was… well, definitely something else.
Rhiannon at least had something to say about it. He kept it in his lap and gradually, as the shell peeled off, he began to pick off the bits that had come loose to give whatever was inside an easier time. He blinked down at the slowly emerging form, wholly curious but not wanting to disrupt it’s hatching too much.
”I might know…” Maybe? It looked a tad familiar from the lore he’d heard. Of course, being a deeply religious sort of man, he did believe quite a bit in those tales that he’d been told as a child. To him, historical figures would include Old Man Crow and Coyote just as they’d include the first president.
”It might be a thunderbird.” It was certainly slowly looking like it was, but then again, he’d only seen thunderbirds in drawings and such.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Oct 15, 2013 16:22:01 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. Brute force? He could do that. He stepped away, hanging a few feet back to give the two some room as the egg rocked, a thing bursting through the shell. Moose didn't know the term for it, although he was fairly sure that birds had them. Moose was more or less the last possible person you'd want to ask about anything nature related. He didn't know stuff that most people took as a given, and he couldn't have differentiated between a griffin, a hawk, and a Thunderbird. He didn't know what they were. He couldn't have picked them out from a lineup, beyond comparing them to a rough idea of what a 'bird' was, as seen while out in the yard.
Moose was beyond awkward, and well outside of his comfort zone. All he could do was stand there and try not to look like he was out of place, which he was. Oskenonton and Rhiannon--well, mostly Oskenonton--seemed to know what they were doing, and by comparison he knew essentially nothing. It was never nice to feel like you knew nothing, but for Moose it was as familiar as breathing. That didn't mean he could stand to feel like that around people he liked--because he did. He liked Oskenonton and Rhiannon, and they'd both helped him in their own ways. |
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Nov 30, 2013 18:52:18 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: months late with starbucks. At this point, Rhiannon knew two things for sure about the thing coming out of the egg. One, it was big for something that was coming out of an egg. Two, it had a beak. When Oskenon:ton mentioned that he might know what was in the egg, Rhiannon seemed to perk up a bit -- though the next moment, she was asking in a rather confused fashion, "A... thunderbird?" Wasn't that a car? That was the only thunderbird that Rhiannon knew of, and as bizarre as the month had been so far, she was fairly sure that she was still rooted enough in reality to know that it was most certainly not a car hatching out of that egg in Oskenon:ton's lap. "Hold on, give me a second to Google what that is."
A quick search in her phone gave her an email client, a school for global management, the car (so she was right about that), and... a creature of mythology? Rhiannon squinted at that link, then tapped the link to the Wikipedia article to take a look. There was a description of one within the article, but the thing about Wikipedia was that as nice as it could be to learn about the basics of something quickly, you always had to take it with a grain of salt, so to speak. "What exactly would a thunderbird look like?" Rhiannon asked, because if one was really hatching out of the egg right now, she was going to have one hell of a problem on her hands. A problem of legendary proportions -- wow, no, that was a terrible. The sentiment, however, remained.
Something was starting to ooze out of the egg though -- it would seem that whatever was in the egg would be able to make its way out relatively soon, which was rather impressive in its own right -- and Rhiannon wrinkled her nose for a second. She winced and silently thought an apology in Oskenon:ton's stead -- the poor guy was going to have some sort of weird egg-goop all over his lap by the time this was over. "... Hey, Moose?" Rhiannon asked, looking up over to where the other was standing. "On second thought, could you grab a few washcloths or some paper towels from the kitchen? I think we're going to... err, need some pretty soon." As if on cue, the thing coming out of the egg gave another yowl and whatever it did, it managed to form a rather large crack in one go. "On second thought, definitely soon." |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Dec 31, 2013 14:35:07 GMT -8
tagged: Moose + Rhiannon time: May 11, 1PM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Oskenon:ton wasn’t irked, per se. No, he wasn’t quite bothered by the small thing hatching out of the egg as Moose or Rhiannon would have been. His mythology had been something he’d grown up with to believe was real, so a thunderbird was just as real to him as a dog was to anybody else. He let Rhiannon go search it anyways as he began to pick off the smaller pieces of shell of the squirming creature to help it out just a little. No point in letting it wriggle like that forever, after all. Now, where the heck had Rhiannon found a thunderbird egg?
”Thunderbirds are huge, and they look like eagles. They’re supposed to control when it rains and rest on top of the tree of life.” They were also messengers and some people on Haida Gwaii claimed to be descendants of these creatures. Having one hatch in his lap, no matter how messy it may have gotten, was quite exciting for him no less.
There was another yowl, then a violent kick as the thing strove to find its way out of the egg. There was something oozing from the various cracks, too. A mess, indeed, but he’d wait for Moose to get the towels and such.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Dec 31, 2013 17:09:15 GMT -8
Moose was happy to help, but he didn't quite know where he was supposed to look. His experience with the kitchen had largely been contained to walking in, grabbing whatever was on the counter, and then devouring i as fast as possible while trying to leave as little mess as possible. He didn't want to look incompetent though, so he nodded quickly as he ducked into the kitchen.
Rhiannon or Oskenonton probably would have been in and out in thirty seconds, but it took Moose closer to a minute to locate the towels, emerging with a literal armload of them. It looked like he'd grabbed every towel in the whole damn drawer to bring out, but at the same time it also looked like they were going to need every single one. He essentially dumped the towels beside Oskenonton before hastily backing up, acting as if his mere presence would be enough to make something go wrong.
"Dunno anything about babies or animals." Which made baby animals twice as bad.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Feb 2, 2014 18:15:32 GMT -8
tagged: moose, oskenon:ton. time: may 11, 2012 - 1:00pm. speech: rhiannon. notes: forever late with starbucks. If the thing in the egg was going to often be screeching the way it was right now, Rhiannon would very likely have to go over her apartment's pet policies again. Except she doubted that there was anything concerning thunderbirds in there. Though, could thunderbirds be classified as birds? Maybe that was the category they fell under? She did know, however, that she was probably going to spend the rest of the afternoon washing the couch if any of the... egg goop or whatever it was called ended up on it. Maybe a leather couch would have been a better investment. But the one she had now just looked so much better with the rest of the apartment's decor though...
She really didn't need to have worried though, because while Moose did take a little more time in locating the towels than she thought he would, he had made it back before the goop ended up everywhere -- though she would probably request that Oskenon:ton take care of his laundry from today, well, today. Poor Moose though -- the big guy looked like he was about as lost as lost could be right now. "Well, I know nothing about taking care of birds if that helps you feel any better?" Rhiannon replied to Moose, eyeing the hatching egg in Oskenon:ton's lap as she spoke. Any minute now, really -- there were so many cracks in the egg now that Rhiannon was wondering how the animal inside wasn't just popping out from it with bits of eggshell stuck to it -- was that a leg?
A lion leg, to be precise. Or at least, it looked like a lion's leg. "... Do thunderbirds have legs like that?" Rhiannon asked, cautiously leaning over the backrest of the couch now to scrutinize the supposed thunderbird or whatever it would turn out to be. For the most part, she could see that whatever was inside had feathers that were slicked down from the fluid inside the egg, but she could also see what looked like wet fur too. "Or maybe there's more than one kind of thunderbird?" Well, if anything, this was just showing how much she had no idea how to go about this whole deal. Why couldn't the lady who handed her the egg have handed her a kitten instead? At least one could adequately go on Google to look up how to take care of a kitten on their own. |
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