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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:16 pm
 Noctus curse him. Curse him, curse him, curse him. Bracken hoped his angry thoughts were doing something other than fueling his desire to claw Basil's eyes out, but the chances were slim to none. He knew he'd have to stifle himself. Basil was a bit larger than him, being a Wildtype, and outright scrapping wouldn't be in the Seeker's favor. But frankly, he was past the point of caring, and if it came down to that, he was confident he would win. Basil's an indecisive fool anyway, he thought arrogantly, He wouldn't know a good fight if it hit him in the beak.But first he'd try to negotiate, or at the very least yell at the other male long and hard before flying away. It was Basil's entire fault for this whole abberant mess, and when Bracken had learned the truth from Bushfire he couldn't take it quietly. He quickly flew into Basil's territory, barely giving a hoot to signal he was coming- not really waiting for a reply. He wanted to hear the truth from Basil's own mouth if he had to choke it out of him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:28 pm
While it can't exactly be said that Basil is blissfully unaware of his hostile invader, he is unaware just the same. Once again in as many days, the crafter can be heard unceremoniously cleansing the territory's hollow of its cluttered contents. Many of the branches surrounding the workshop's doorway are already weighted down, wood-working tools and the odd trap in varying stages of completion hanging from their limbs.
Emerging from the dust and clatter of his rummaging, Basil soon climbs his way outside with even more stuff in tow. “... never even knew we had this... ... can't believe what piles up...” he can be heard muttering in quiet protest, to no one in particular.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 10:11 am
It took awhile to find Basil among the trees, as he wasn't died any unusual shade like some Sentinels tend to be. He almost blended into the wood, and Bracken almost glossed him over entirely- but those blue eyes and all the stuff he was toting gave the Woodworker away.
The Seeker let out a screech of anger, diving for the other Sentinel with his talons closed. His intent wasn't to harm- at least not yet, Bracken thought- but more a scare tactic to let Basil know how he felt and why he was here. He was angry and brash, but not entirely out of his mind... after he roughed the Woodworker up a bit, he would try and negotiate with him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 3:25 pm
The sudden entrance of the furious stranger takes Basil completely off guard. Snapping his view upwards toward the plummeting noise, the will-held items slip from his focus as realization dawns on him. “N-NO!” Wings!-Move!
Panic having fully set in, his body jerks wildly away from the hollow, crashing through the branches below as he scrambles to escape the coming attack. Unfortunately for Basil, he's not watching where he's going as he falls through the tree, near-blind from fear... he's snagged a foot in one of the broken traps he'd tied there, only minutes before. Trapped nearly upside down as he is, Basil thrashes about in vain, struggling madly to free himself before the inevitable.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 12:30 pm
He hadn't been expecting that. Basil panicking and fluttering away left Bracken with no target, so he struggled for a place to land, completely off balance. He eventually careened to a branch below, where he managed to take perch- breathing hard, and frightened that he wouldn't have been able to stop falling.
The Seeker eventually peered down, his yellow eyes wide. He heard thrashing coming from down there- in his state he could only wonder what it was- maybe game caught in one of Fiercefire's traps? But where he was expecting a squirrel, he saw a Sentinel.
Basil, actually. Bracken preened his ruffled feathers nervously, as realization dawned on him. So the Woodworker was snared in a trap; he wasn't going anywhere... perfect for negotiating, at least the kind the Seeker did.
"Woodworker," he said loudly, trying to get the male's attention. Bracken began hopping down, branch by branch, until he found purchase on one close by to Basil.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 12:58 am
Panic, fueled by his sudden restraining, and accompanied by his own screeching, deadens his ears to the loud call. It's only as the Seeker lands nearby that the struggling woodworker begins to show any sign of calming, if only slightly. “W-what do you want? Stay away!” he shouts towards the form looming above him. He should have been expecting this, what else could it be? He's almost surprised it's taken this long.
... the cruel irony, however, of succumbing to one of Fi's own traps is entirely lost on the poor fellow.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:20 pm
He smiled at how frantic Basil was being, having taken the time to calm down himself. What was wrong with the Woodworker?
"I've come to run you out!" he yelled, leaning forward- trying his best to look intimidating- "Unless you give me what I want."
It was almost fun, to watch Basil struggle so helplessly. The Seeker thought he should have even more fun.
"I know what you've done," Bracken said ominously, "I know your crime! I want to hear you say it!"
Which was really a complete lie. He did know Basil did... well... something with that chick, but how and what exactly was still a mystery.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 2:00 am
The Seeker's declared intentions have a potent effect on the dangling woodworker. Now that his situation is so suddenly brought into such sharp relief, Basil becomes quite still, staring back up into the glaring eyes of his 'captor'. Bushfire, it seems, has been true to her word. She's done as he feared and ruined them both, the hateful wretch. “I... w-wha...” he fumbles out loud as the past seasons worth of guilts flow unbidden and unwanted through his mind.
What does he mean? Is he bargaining with me? The disheveled Crafter closes his eyes against the pounding sensation in his head, gently swaying from his bonds. “Y-you want me to what?... I... I'll go quietly... please, just let me out of this.” he pleads, wriggling slightly as if to indicate his bound foot.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:00 am
Basil's immediate calm was unexpected, but was a welcome relief from the ruckus he'd been making. Bracken blinked, and then leaned forward- scrutinizing the Woodworker intensely, as if trying to pull out his thoughts and share them.
Something in Basil's face caught his eye, and he paused.
Is there more than fluff up there?, he wondered at the crestfallen look. He was unaware that Basil could be so serious, so mature, and it surprised him.
But then he was snapped back to the present, and he clicked his beak in annoyance. No, nevermind- the dumb Woodworker just wasn't getting it.
"I am no Elite," he sighed irritably, dropping the intimidation act. His face fell- the joke was over.
"Let's get to the point, shall we? I know about Bushfire, and I know all that she's told me about you."
Bracken closed his eyes, completely ignoring Basil's plea to be let loose. He wanted to let the Sentinel suffer a bit longer.
"I am here about your... role in all of this. I need to hear from your own beak what you have done, very clearly."
He tacked that bit on the end, knowing Basil's tendency to mutter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:08 am
Try as he might, his leg is held fast and he's to be left at the mercy of a smaller, likely pitiless, Deep Woods. His pleas ignored, the only way that stands to get him out of this now, is the truth. For all of his reluctance, Basil knows there can be no more avoiding this. He won't open his eyes... not until this is over.
“What... what did she tell you then?...” Basil can't help but ask. If Bushfire really was doing as she said she would, he fears that he'd best not let the stranger take any knowledge gained for granted. Lest he should take any possible embellishments as truth. “... that I'm guilty of... culling my own child?” he continues in quiet monotone. If it was possible for Basil to have looked at all serious while hanging as he was... he is. He hated Bushfire for doing this to him. If he hadn't before, he certainly did now. “... I can't deny it. You... you've no idea how much I wish I could.”
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