04-11-2016, 02:58 AM
O halibuts and hendrums, it works!-- the bird's face fell into focus as a box is projected onto the floating screen, thinking.
This certainly did not occur the last time.
Hrrmnow...how to put forth a message, a question?
And to receive.
Or travel.
Uh.
Does it even work the same?
In any way at all?
With one of its glances, the bird notices one of its newfound fellows moving off, the other giving it something of a weird look.
Redman must be scouting ahead!
Perhaps lookin' fer more party members before they move off for good?
The bird taps its head, trying to recall what he'd just said he was going to do, but then, deciding it's probably not important, with a careless shrug and a simple smile and wave to greenrobes (hadn't they given their names? what were--...ah well, no matter), returns to the datadigitalelectronicweberlythingamajig, trying to figure out.
Its patience thins very quickly, and very soon it's hammering away at the screen, not even bothering to check its spelling, much less retreat from static and gobbledygook, and before long it's hitting sendsendssend and someone's calling out to it.
"Comin'!" it squawks, excitement peaking once more.
The bird takes the sphere in hand and smashes it firmly into the soil, barely catching the eye of its flickering, failing projection and scattered remains before it's off and running towards the voice, branches slicing through its feathers and leaves smacking against its face.
What rude plants.
At least -- here the bird pauses, standing just behind the duo and leaning, peering over their heads -- someone's taken to...teaching them a lesson?
--Eehhhhhh??
"Aw, man!" the bird cries, wings falling to the floor (and probably brushing a bit against the others as it lets them hang) in disappointed dismay.
The enormous burned remains of a probably once-forest is quite the sight indeed -- not to mention the SMELL...boyoboy, the smell!
Burnt an' all, even stings a bit, tearing up the eyes a tad.
In fact, someone might even be able to deduce--"Someone had a blazin' barbed Q without us‽"
That musta been the party! here and gone, they were so late, too late, sunaves there's probably nothin' left!...so now what are they gon' eat!
Maaaaaan....
This certainly did not occur the last time.
Hrrmnow...how to put forth a message, a question?
And to receive.
Or travel.
Uh.
Does it even work the same?
In any way at all?
With one of its glances, the bird notices one of its newfound fellows moving off, the other giving it something of a weird look.
Redman must be scouting ahead!
Perhaps lookin' fer more party members before they move off for good?
The bird taps its head, trying to recall what he'd just said he was going to do, but then, deciding it's probably not important, with a careless shrug and a simple smile and wave to greenrobes (hadn't they given their names? what were--...ah well, no matter), returns to the datadigitalelectronicweberlythingamajig, trying to figure out.
Its patience thins very quickly, and very soon it's hammering away at the screen, not even bothering to check its spelling, much less retreat from static and gobbledygook, and before long it's hitting sendsendssend and someone's calling out to it.
"Comin'!" it squawks, excitement peaking once more.
The bird takes the sphere in hand and smashes it firmly into the soil, barely catching the eye of its flickering, failing projection and scattered remains before it's off and running towards the voice, branches slicing through its feathers and leaves smacking against its face.
What rude plants.
At least -- here the bird pauses, standing just behind the duo and leaning, peering over their heads -- someone's taken to...teaching them a lesson?
--Eehhhhhh??
"Aw, man!" the bird cries, wings falling to the floor (and probably brushing a bit against the others as it lets them hang) in disappointed dismay.
The enormous burned remains of a probably once-forest is quite the sight indeed -- not to mention the SMELL...boyoboy, the smell!
Burnt an' all, even stings a bit, tearing up the eyes a tad.
In fact, someone might even be able to deduce--"Someone had a blazin' barbed Q without us‽"
That musta been the party! here and gone, they were so late, too late, sunaves there's probably nothin' left!...so now what are they gon' eat!
Maaaaaan....