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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:20 pm
This was supposed to be a simple and rather informal interview with two of the beauties, but things might not go as smoothly as they should. The plan was to spark some pleasant conversation around the future of the Clan, but that might not happen tonight...
See, it has come to Sorrel's attention that Liam is one of those Sentinels. The kind that can't seem to stick to his own kind, so to speak. Now, lecturing one of the judges isn't going to win him any points, but can he really let this slide without mentioning it? Liam probably didn't expect to meet someone like the old grouchy Teacher when he agreed to help judging the contest. And Cloudberry... Poor Cloudberry, she's just caught in the middle, isn't she?
((OOC: Actions come with consequences. There is a small possibility for injuries depending on what your Sentinel says or does in this RP, but please discuss any injuries with the other players and the Herald before doing anything violent...))
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:11 pm
 He is one of them.
Sorrel was, as he always made a point to be, early. The aging Teacher dipped his beak to place a few chest feathers as he waited for the arrival of Liam and Cloudberry. Slight anger boiled beneath his well groomed and seemingly calm exterior, but it was not anger placed on the other contestant that was to participate in this little, informal interview. He was one who liked to be prepared and would often go to great lengths to know who it was he would be speaking with, and this event was no different.
Cloudberry was a Ghost, but a Medic and thus a useful contribution to society. He could hold enough respect for her, thanks to her task, and was willing to look past her gray feathers. Ghosts were more accepted now-a-days, anyway. It wouldn't be good form to pick a fight with her concerning her lineage at this point in time, although he held her type only slightly above aberrants.
He held two of the three judges in high esteem, too. One was a Seeker of decent, Deep Woods blood and the other a Chestnut Storyteller who, although considered an aberrant, was one of the old types. The Teacher was well aware of this particular Storyteller's ideals and, although he had yet to hold a conversation with this fellow, felt a certain amount of kinship.
The third, w ho caused this old Sentinel's blood to boil, was a Minder. Liam, as it seemed, was either completely dense in the head or had no mind to keep the Clan healthy. Courting a Sentinel of another type? It is blasphemy!
His beak turned in a slight frown as he lifted his head from his chest and observed the hustle and bustle of the festival's participants and considered his position. He couldn't just stay quiet about the entire, disgraceful affair.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:46 pm
Liam was already annoyed at the exceptionally typist Deep Woods he was flying off to interview. He'd insisted on talking to the older Teacher; he wanted to see if there was anything more to him than his official contest answers. He didn't really understand what Sorrel was doing entering a contest that celebrated the beauty of all Sentinels, what with his seemingly vicious typism, and, having a mate from that particular type, Liam had a feeling that Sorrel would be especially put off by the pairing. What was it with Deep Woods Sentinels and typism? Between Bracken, that unpleasant foxy fellow he'd met a long time ago, and now Sorrel, he wondered vaguely if they were compensating for something.
But hey. He didn't care what people thought; there were enough Sentinels in Noctua making baby Sentinels for him to mind that the opinions of a few closed-minded stuffpots weren't going to run him out of a job, and he had enough friends who approved of the relationship to balance out those who didn't. And his bloodline was good and her bloodline was good. He had no doubts that if they ever had chicks, their babies would be strong, healthy, and exceptionally useful members of the clan.
And... oh dear. That was him on the branch right there. He'd hoped that Cloudberry would be there too so that there wasn't the nasty awkwardness he knew would be present throughout this entire meeting. At least this guy didn't know about his mate, right? It wasn't as if Liam had actually met him before. If he could swallow the bad taste in his beak and just not discuss cross-type mating, he was sure this whole thing would go just fine. Liam bobbed his head and hooted a friendly greeting. "Good evening."
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:26 am
Cloudberry wasn't really sure what to expect of the interview she was headed to. On one wing, she was fairly good at getting along with just about every Sentinel she came across, on the other, she had just come from visiting a very ill fledgeling of mixed-type, and was hardly in the mood for an argument about the merits/horrors of mixed mating. In her mind, every chick was beautiful. A strong, healthy fluff was one nature's true miracles, no matter the color of it's feathers. Of course, this was not to say that she would seriously consider a mate of a different type for herself.... She sighed as she wound her way between the towering trees. With abberants accepted into the Strut, cross-type breeding was sure to be a hot issue. Honestly, it was not a conversation she looked forward to having. The Medic perked up a little as she approached the tree where Liam and Sorrel were already waiting. For a moment she worried that she was late. No, position of the stars overhead told her that she was right on time. Good. It wouldn't do to make a bad impression on the judge. With a hoot of greeting, Cloudberry swooped in for a landing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 11:38 am
The aging sentinel parted his tawney eyes as the sounds of an arrival caught his attention, then a figure, then a voice.
The darkly hued Deep Woods, though appearing calm and complacant, almost even friendly, was scouring Liam with his pale eyes and searching for faults in the Minder. Obviously, there had to be something wrong with the poor boy, what with the horrid choices he was making in life. A ghostly smile rossed his beak edges and he dipped his head to the younger sentinel politely.
"A lovely evening to you, as well, boy." He rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice as he continued to study the arrival. His voice seemed to trail off slightly, as if there was more he pland to say. Fortunately, a second arrival cut him off. The young Ghost was right on time, so the stars said. On time, in his mind, was late.
Of course, she was still young. She would learn things in time, surely. She just needed a push in the right direction, or course.
"Good evening, young lady. A pleasant night, isn't it? Good fortune to you in the upcoming padgeant." He nodded his head towards her politely and, afterwards, preened at his chest daintily.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:18 pm
So far, so good. Cloudberry was right on time, and Sorrel seemed pleasant enough. This would be fine, yes, just fine. Liam waited for the dusky female to settle herself, then, with a nod and a hoot of greeting to her, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Yes, good fortune to both of you. It's good that you're here and helping to bring back this little tradition of ours. My name, as you probably know is Liam, although I'm sure you both already knew that. I thought we could all sit down and just chat about a few things. It'll help me and the other judges come to the best decision. Right now, they're off with others doing the same thing, so why don't we get started? I thought that, for beginners, we could talk a little more about tasks." Tasks. That would be a nice, safe topic right? "In the standard questions, you were asked which task you think is most important to the clan and were asked for your reasoning behind that. Obviously, all the tasks are important, but to you, one stood out. Do you think that we have enough Sentinels of this important task, and do you think that this task is visible enough as an attractive option for graduating fledglings? I know that as a Minder, my particular task tends to go well-represented at each graduation, and there's always a good group of young adults ready to help raise the next generation of Sentinels. D'you think it's the same way for, say, teachers like you, Sorrel?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:16 pm
((Go ahead and skip me this round if you wish, some RL stuff has come up, and I don't want to keep you waiting.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:27 pm
"I feel that way plenty enough." He rumbled in his deep, gravelly voice as he peered nonchalantly at the Wildtype that addressed him. His pale, golden eyes were studying the Minder intently. Beneath his calm exterior, he was sizing up this particular fellow, judging this particular judge.
"Though I have to admit this was not the first task I chose, by any means. Back when I was a youngster, I chose a combatant task. I was a Hunter for a good spell and began to teach only after that, so I could pass on what knowledge I gained. So I could do the clan some good and to help keep younger generations on the right path."
He cleared his throat and decided on his next words.
"I have seen many eager youngsters ready to take on the role of a teacher, to do the same, but this task might not seem as dangerous or as glamorous as the combatant tasks, it is just as, if not more so, important than said tasks."
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