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OOC: FlipperBoidSkua: Oh, dear. I was afraid that as soon as I woke up my characters, you’d be on them like Amazon ants on a
Formica colony.
Since I wasn’t quite ready for my characters to start interacting with anyone else’s yet, I added a chunk of text onto my last post that I would have originally posted in this one. So now I’m ready.
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Guido took one look at the new dinosaur that had entered the clearing (specifically, at the claws on its hands that were easily two or three times longer than he was tall), and immediately settled on the appropriate course of action…
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” he screamed, springing backwards into the air, away from the intimidating long-clawed mystery beast.
Pangaea was likewise surprised, but not in a terrified sense. Now fully awake (due to both the exciting sight of the creature before him and Guido’s ear-piercing shriek), he too jumped back a little, his mouth agape and eyes wide in fascination. “Whoa!” he exclaimed.
I didn’t know that kind of dinosaur lived in the Great Valley! Then again, judging by Guido’s reaction, maybe not.
“Pangaea, what are you waiting for?! Run!” Guido screeched, grabbing his friend by the arm, pulling him along as he attempted to make a run for it. Caught off-guard (and having had no intention of going anywhere anyway), Pangaea was pulled off his feet, tumbling off the top of the leaf pile and crashing to the ground in a heap, knocking Guido over in the process.
“Ow,” he muttered.
The still frantic Guido sprung right back up and grabbed Pangaea’s arm again, again attempting to drag the larger glider to safety. “C’mon! C’mon!” he squawked, “Let’s get outta here!” He began running, but was unable to haul the larger glider’s weight, so like a dog chained to a post, he wasn’t going anywhere fast.
Pangaea struggled to stand up (something Guido wasóironicallyóonly making more difficult for him), desperate to get his friend under control. “Guido, stop!” he shouted, his voice becoming higher-pitched and more nasal, as he tended to make it when he was expressing annoyance or mild frustration in a less-than-serious situation.
“C’mon, I didn’t save you just so that you could get torn to shreds the next day!”
“Guido!” Pangaea hollered, “she’s not a sharptooth!”
“It’s not the teeth I’m worried about!”
Pangaea rolled his eyes. This would require drastic measures. In one swift movement that he had practiced many times when trying to catch his mischievious pet cat, Sasquatch, Pangaea shot out his free hand and wrapped it beneath Guido’s torso, lifting the smaller glider off the ground.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” Guido screeched, flailing his arms and legs in panic. “Are you crazy?! We’re gonna beó”
With his other hand now freed from Guido’s grip, Pangaea used it to clamp his hysterical friend’s beak shut. He then turned his head to look Guido in the eye, shooting him a goofy but stern glare of mock anger.
“Guido, I’ve never seen a live one before, but I know all about this kind of dinosaur. She’s a
Therizinosaurus cheloniformis, a leafeater.”
“Mm mmff-mm-rr?!” came Guido’s muffled response. Pangaea let go of his beak. “A leafeater?!” Guido exclaimed. “But what about those…those…”
“The claws are for gathering green food,” Pangaea said, “and maybe defense. But the teeth are leafeater teeth, and all they eat are leaves and tree sweets. …Well, maybe some insects too, but not other dinosaurs. And she seems friendly, so I don’t think we have to worry about the claws.”
Pangaea turned to the
Therizinosaurus. “S-s-sorry about that,” he said sheepishly. “My friend’s a little jumpy. I’m Pangaea and this is Guido. It’s a pleasure to meet ya.”
