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Jelal Waveskimmer	May 24 2008, 11:12 AM
Level Two Poster Posts: 86 Group: South Tower Guard Member #49 Joined: May 14, 2008	"Ach! On my affidavit, I'm never trainin' with a quarterstaff in that waste o' space again..." Jelal Waveskimmer was the creature that exited the cramped and admittedly cluttered training area, having thought that here he would be able to train in private, beyond the scrutiny of officers and other soldiers who might want to try their paw at putting him on his tail. Still new, he had not wanted the dubious honor of being shown up by the fort's younger troops, all trained soldiers who had spent their lives drilling. Jelal was by no means old, now. His fur was still well groomed and had the vigorous sheen of sanguine health, and his rudder tail hung thick behind him. The river otter was wearing a plaid kilt of black, blue, and yellow along with his uniform, loose and well suited for the acrobatics that all sparring practice entailed. Tired but lively eyes turned to the right as he came into the hall, frustrated with having knocked over a few leaning spears with his staff, but otherwise satisfied with his heavy breathing and fatigued muscles. He saw a giant pile of paper attempting to assault him. Those happy eyes widened in sudden shock, consternation and vague terror as he windmilled his arms and gasped loudly, which really just made things worse for him and Orion, as they were on the brink of colliding anyway and simply flailing around wasn't- Flump. It was a rather anti-climactic noise given the terrible mess it caused. Orion stumbled into Jelal, who with paws akimbo smacked the pile of parchments, or at least the top half of them, out of the squirrel's grasp and into the air, causing much confusion. Their footpaws got tangled painfully as Jelal attempted to backpedal, and the end result was an otter with a throbbing sore on the back of his head after it smacked into the stone floor, a red squirrel somewhere to his side and lying on his rudder, along with clouds of parchment and dust motes floating lazily, almost contentedly, to the floor, underscoring the catastrophe. Fortunately there was no other beast in the immediate vicinity who could go running and tell one of their commanders or just start pointing and laughing. Jelal groaned as he sat up, and found his snout suddenly covered by one of the floating parchments. Ignoring Orion for the moment, he snatched it off and held it arm's length, attempting to decipher what cryptic message he had "intercepted." It was blank. "Well at least t'wasn't important," he drawled as he gave a tug on his rudder to free it from under Orion. "Great seasons, my 'ead 'urts..." OOC: Sorry about the slight auto there, I just thought it'd be humorously appropriate!


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