Post by Rattrap on Jul 25, 2008 22:48:25 GMT -5
OOC: This takes place on Day 14, immediately following "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues". Rattrap's ambling about the woods and while he's small and stealthy, grey rats aren't too common locally. Someone paying enough attention to the critters is bound to notice.
Having possibly successfully cheered up Bluestreak – he isn't actually all that sure of anything except that he didn't completely crash and burn – Rattrap makes his way to the surface. He'd have been content to just nick from the underground mushroom patches and not have to worry about staying inconspicuous up top just in case of Decepticon/evil Autobot patrols, but no. Somebody had to chew him out for it.
Not that he cares about the mushrooms. He just doesn't want another headache.
Fresh air, sunshine, chirping birds… what a pretty picture. Rattrap snorts mightily and peers around, ears flattened to his head and whiskers twtching. Couple of those fuzzy brown ground… squirrel… wombat… things over there. He's pretty sure they're some sort of fellow rodents, anyway. He gives them a casual wave when two pairs of big round green eyes drift his way, then trundles along deeper into the trees. The ambient noise level makes it a little harder to pick out the small sounds he'd normally expect when he's listening for company. His ears tilt this way and that and he sniffs the air carefully, pausing every few steps when he has the cover under some broadleaf shrubs to afford it. A little taste of home away from away from home, here.
Once he's relatively sure he at least isn't being tailed or surrounded, Rattrap starts wending his way further out, making a loose patrol of it. After all, who says you can't mix business and pleasure? Now if he can beat karma and avoid running into anything with sharp teeth that's bigger than a horse, he'll be set.
"Sure," he grumbles, slipping through the underbrush, "and I bet dat now I thought that, it'll be bigger than an elephant…." And the Matrix help him, if it's bigger than a tree, he quits.
Having possibly successfully cheered up Bluestreak – he isn't actually all that sure of anything except that he didn't completely crash and burn – Rattrap makes his way to the surface. He'd have been content to just nick from the underground mushroom patches and not have to worry about staying inconspicuous up top just in case of Decepticon/evil Autobot patrols, but no. Somebody had to chew him out for it.
Not that he cares about the mushrooms. He just doesn't want another headache.
Fresh air, sunshine, chirping birds… what a pretty picture. Rattrap snorts mightily and peers around, ears flattened to his head and whiskers twtching. Couple of those fuzzy brown ground… squirrel… wombat… things over there. He's pretty sure they're some sort of fellow rodents, anyway. He gives them a casual wave when two pairs of big round green eyes drift his way, then trundles along deeper into the trees. The ambient noise level makes it a little harder to pick out the small sounds he'd normally expect when he's listening for company. His ears tilt this way and that and he sniffs the air carefully, pausing every few steps when he has the cover under some broadleaf shrubs to afford it. A little taste of home away from away from home, here.
Once he's relatively sure he at least isn't being tailed or surrounded, Rattrap starts wending his way further out, making a loose patrol of it. After all, who says you can't mix business and pleasure? Now if he can beat karma and avoid running into anything with sharp teeth that's bigger than a horse, he'll be set.
"Sure," he grumbles, slipping through the underbrush, "and I bet dat now I thought that, it'll be bigger than an elephant…." And the Matrix help him, if it's bigger than a tree, he quits.
