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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 25, 2008 23:32:27 GMT -5
 Vic was some distance away from the kitchen hut, which had just been the scene of a somewhat spectacular explosion from Rob, "inspiring" the squirrel to bolt a few moments later. Now, he'd remembered he'd offered to check on the overlander... what was his name again? ... He could ask. So, he was now heading for the boy's hut, and wondering what he would say. |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:14:54 GMT -5
 And, in the meanwhile, the oblivious overlander was trying to figure out how he was supposed to wash his garbage stained clothes and wash off. Apparently there wasn't many sources of running water up here... |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:25:24 GMT -5
Nik's thoughts would most likely be disrupted (at least for a moment), by a knock on his door, followed by Vic's voice (although he probably wouldn't recognize. "Hey, uhm... Nik, right? You awake?" The squirrel intended to not call Nik "Overlander", hoping it would put them on better terms. |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:27:34 GMT -5
Nik jumped slightly at the sudden knock and voice. It almost struck him as funny, really, just how human the beasts sounded. In fact, if he hadn't known better... "Uh... y-yeah. Yeah, I'm awake." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:29:10 GMT -5
There was silence for a moment, then the squirrel spoke again. "It all right if I come in? I mean, you've been through a lot since ya got here." |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:32:03 GMT -5
Nik frowned to himself. Yes or no to that? After everything that's gone on... But... they did save him. From himself, more or less. From his own ignorance. Maybe... maybe it'd be best to give them all a chance. Flopping into a seat on the bed, he replied- "I... I guess, yeah." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:35:53 GMT -5
"A'right." With a quiet creak, the door opened, the squirrel stepping in and closing it behind him. Compared to the Overlander, he was downright tiny, considering he was even shorter than most of the other Mobians. With a smile, Vic walked over, stopping once he was a few feet away, just out of arms reach of either of them. "So... how're ya feeling?" The mobian looked around the hut, which honestly had been built with Mobians in mind. "Besides a little cramped." |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:37:46 GMT -5
Well, this one wasn't all that frightening. I mean, it was all fluffy and tiny to boot. Not that bad. "Tired, stinky, sunburned, tired, and feeling like I got my face kicked in." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:40:55 GMT -5
The squirrel nodded, and, completely nonchalantly, responded. "So pretty normal for someone who got captured by Robotnik's bots. And got away, of course." Vic paused, then realized he hadn't introduced himself properly. "Oh, right. M'name's Vic. We sorta met in Mercia." The little mobian smiled, offering a hand to shake. |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:42:26 GMT -5
The overlander paused to stare at the squirrel's hand, lifting his own with obvious deep consideration on wither or not to return the shake. Taking a deep breath, he extended his hand and carefully shook the squirrel's.
"N-nice to meet you..." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:44:40 GMT -5
Noting the boy's nervousness, Vic smiled, his grip surprisingly firm for someone so small. "Relax, I don't bite. None of us do... Except maybe Manic." |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:52:31 GMT -5
A very obviously concerned expression passed the human's face. Manic. Just the name sounded unsettling. Which one was that? Some huge slobbering monster? |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 13:55:30 GMT -5
Seeing that he only seemed to make it WORSE, Vic shook his head. "I'm just kidding! Manic's that green hedgehog that helped bust you out. He just... doesn't like Overlanders much." |
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Post by DB on Jul 27, 2008 13:57:16 GMT -5
That took a bit to settle in and displace the mental image that had firmly rooted itself in his head. Shaking his head, he laughed. Nervously. Very, very nervously. "Oh, him. Yeah." ... And then back to silence. He really didn't have much to say. Other then he really did smell pretty bad right now. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Jul 27, 2008 14:15:24 GMT -5
Well, he'd managed to get him to relax a little... maybe. Perhaps a change of subject was in order. Then he took in a faint whiff of the air around the overlander. "... Maybe we should get you a bath before we talk any more." The squirrel turned to head for the door, then paused, glancing back at Nik. "You feel up to going outside?" |
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Post by DB on Sept 5, 2008 13:19:43 GMT -5
"Uh... I guess. ... the sun isn't out, is it?" Memories of horrific sunburns abound. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 5, 2008 22:00:40 GMT -5
Vic paused, and glanced at the window. "Well... yeah... is that a problem? I mean, I'm sure you could find someplace shady if you don't like the sunlight" |
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Post by DB on Sept 6, 2008 10:38:42 GMT -5
Nik frowned and held out one of his bare, and rather sunburnt, arms. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not supposed to be bright red." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 10, 2008 11:17:08 GMT -5
The squirrel considered this, then chuckled softly. "Yeah, that does seem like a weird color... Maybe somebody has a lotion for that... Worth looking around for, right?" |
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Post by DB on Sept 10, 2008 11:39:36 GMT -5
"I guess." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 12, 2008 19:48:58 GMT -5
The squirrel started mumbling to himself quietly as he considered this problem. "Now, who would have anything like that? I mean... we don't normally get burned just by being outside."  "I'M NOT THERE YET. HOLD YOUR HORSES!"The squirrel then grinned, snapping his fingers. "Got it! Dr. Cyril's hut! He's bound to have something! Come on!" And he was out the door. |
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Post by DB on Sept 12, 2008 19:57:51 GMT -5
The human followed, silent and looking quite baffled, but saying nothing. It was obvious he had questions, but he didn't speak them. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 12, 2008 20:02:44 GMT -5
The squirrel, midstride, turned around to talk as he walked, smiling. "So, anything you wanna know, Nik? I'm no expert, but I could probably help you with anything you need to know." |
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Post by DB on Sept 12, 2008 20:28:01 GMT -5
"I, uh... yeah... uh..." He paused, composing his thoughts, before giving a very perplexed look downwards at the squirrel. "You have guys have doctors?" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 12, 2008 20:31:09 GMT -5
The squirrel sent an equally perplexed look up at the human at the question. "... Shouldn't we? Otherwise we'd get sick, and no one would be able to stop Robotnik around here." |
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Post by DB on Sept 12, 2008 20:37:37 GMT -5
LONG LONG PAUSE. "I... uh... yeah that makes sense." NO MORE COMMENT. Though part of him was wondering of... what exact quality a beast doctor would be. ... Would he... or she... use leeches or something?? What about hygiene?? |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 15, 2008 13:22:25 GMT -5
Vic led the way quietly, until they reached a hut that looked... well, pretty much like the rest of them. "I'm not sure if he's home, but I doubt he'd mind if we helped ourselves, as long as we don't take too much." |
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Post by DB on Sept 15, 2008 13:25:25 GMT -5
Well, at least there weren't skulls or other voodoo sort of things hanging around the door. That was a good sign. Though, he was still curious... and worried. Mostly worried. "You sure he wouldn't?" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 15, 2008 13:30:01 GMT -5
Vic was quiet for a moment... Then grinned. "Of course he wouldn't! He's a doctor, right? He'll be glad to know he helped somebody out... even if he wasn't here." The squirrel walked up to the door, and, after establishing that no, it WASN'T locked, opened it. "C'mon, Nik." |
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Post by DB on Sept 15, 2008 19:09:48 GMT -5
Stooping to fit through the doorway, Nik followed the squirrel, looking cautiously around the interior of the cabin. Unlike his own rather empty hut, this one was nearly filled with shelving on every available wall space. However, fortunately, the shelves weren't filled with voodoo items like small burlap dolls and shruken heads, but rather with dusty, aging stacks of books, various jars of ointments and powders, and another shelf of medical tools. The few spaces on the walls were there were no shelving instead had yellowed posters and diagrams hung up, showing the intricacies of various internal affairs. A table just as cluttered as the shelves was pushed off to one side of the room, with a chair matched to it that literally seemed on it's last legs. On the otherside, slightly obscured by a makeshift curtain hung from the ceiling, a cot. And then in the corner, another sheet, though this one pulled and obscuring who knew what. Other the how old and cluttered everything seemed, it didn't seem to really be an unacceptable doctor office. Then again, it could be cleaner. And smell less like popcorn. |
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