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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 14:17:49 GMT
[February 4-Morning-Open to All Heroes]
For the moment, surprisingly, Donald Duck, General, Forces of Good, was in a good mood. He'd been irritated that Mickey, who was supposed to be the one running the show, was spending so much time sequestered with Yen Sid, but then he'd realized that it fell to him to step up and take over. He stood in front of a mirror in his command tent, straightening his uniform, making certain no speck of dust or errant wrinkle marred his appearance. Then, straightening his hat once again, he turned and strode from the tent, staff in hand.
The camp had already been put in order, thanks in large part to Yen Sid, with tents placed in orderly rows, and a large parade ground open in the middle of the entire camp, not far from the mess and command tents. It was to the parade ground that he strode, purposefully, ready to welcome the new troops. Once he reached the parade ground, he grabbed a bugle, which was hanging by a strap on a pole, and started playing Reveille on it, calling the gathered Heroes to gather.
He'd had his own experiences as a soldier in the past, and he'd always had excellent lung capacity, so the tune coming from his bugle could be heard all the way to the boundary, at least by some of the animals. Zira, for instance, was watching the boundary that morning, and she snarled in disgust as she heard the faint tune.
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Post by Scoot on Sept 6, 2015 15:34:20 GMT
For the past few days the little moped had just been exploring this new land and also bringing some tools in his basket from place to place, after all that is what his job in paris was and He was begining to miss him and mickey going deliveries,Mickey had been spending all his time up in that big floating tower so things were quickly starting to get pretty boring for Scoot, Sure their was a lot to do here but nothing really did beat going on deliveries with his pal.
This camp was so much smaller and different from paris, no other cars to talk to or no tall colorful buildings, instead just yellow and blue tents everywere, although he did like the way it wasn't as noisy as before although, right at that moment as loud tune heard from a distance."Mickey?" He hummed and his eyes perked just a bit before going and zooming off in the direction of sound.
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Bagheera
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"This will take brains, far from brawn!"
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All Time Favorite Disney Movie: The Jungle Book
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Post by Bagheera on Oct 4, 2015 1:44:01 GMT
Bagheera was getting accustomed to all these new surroundings. The weather was something that he still needed to endure, since the savannah was warmer than the Indian Jungle. These days, he had been introduced to the Forces of Good members and the current situation of the orbs. For now there hadn't been any of kind of conflicts, nor even the signs of an awakening orb. In the meantime, he had been assigned to take care of the kids whom had arrived to campsite recently. Something which happened to be an exhausting task, and the younger children didn't make things easier with all their energy. The panther was sleeping tightly inside one of the tents, the scouting duties and taking care of the cubs had left him worn out. Though his well deserved morning slumber was interrupted by the sudden sound Donald's bugle. Bagheera snarled a bit when he heard the noise, and it reminded him col. Hathi's morning marches. A bit drowsy, Bagheera got out from the tent to check out what was all the matter about.
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Skippy
Still Learning
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Post by Skippy on Oct 4, 2015 19:54:26 GMT
Skippy was twisting around on his bedcovers and talking on his sleep as well. In his dream, the young rabbit was helping out Little John and Robin Hood to stop some bandits that were trying to rob a royal caravan. Once the crisis was resolved, Robin Hood congratulated him for being brave, and just as he was about to tell him something his silhouette vanished from all sudden. The sound of the bugle startled Skippy a bit, that he almost jumped from the scare. After coming back to his senses, he grumbled for being waken up just as the dream was getting better. The sound of the bugle was getting annoying, so he took his bow and put his hat on to reach the other kids and heroes.
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