This is where Marines go to gather information about recent problems caused by Pirates in various locations around the world. If a Marine plans to hunt after Pirates they will need to know where to go, right? Loads of Marines come here for assistance with either meeting partners or accomplices, and even luckier Marines will meet up with clients directly. Regardless, come here for information regarding Pirates.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 8:04 pm
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
A wonderful sight was before the eyes of the strange bunny shaped humanoid. Vision filled with nothing but wanted posters and a sea of information about various pirates and wanted criminals. It was like a land of possibilities each of them with an ending perfect for the people of the land. Justice. A land free of evil and wrongdoings. A land of peace and prosperity where Benjamin would be free to make things to better the world! This room of information would be his planning room. It would be here that he would perfect every assault plan and operation. Someone had to be the brains behind the marines combat squadron! small nose twitching with excitement, Benjamin made his way to a table began to post up, making several trips to the shelves to read up on the world, the pirates and the past exploits of those before him. Small puff of a tail twitching the youngster could only grow more and more excited by the prospects before him. Showing up early to get some reading done had been the right idea after all! Now if only Baram-Yu could get here quickly so they could get on with their work! Sitting around wasn't helping the people at all. "Tch. Where are you, Yu?!" An exasperated statement said while continuing to read the papers in front of him.
Several minutes ago there had been an assortment of at least three dozen biscuits, pastries, and danishes had been arranged before the short, wooly creature. Now, only crumbs remained, along with a few morsels of fruit filling, and the rare smear of chocolate that decorated her platter. Of course, with a few dabs of her fingers, those too, were gobbled up by the glutton. Baram-Yu was a sheep but she certainly wasn’t sheepish as she chewed her food without shame, her cheeks bulging to the point where one might consider if her genes housed some manner of ancient ties to a clan of rodent Minkmen. Eventually, her gaze panned over her tray from one end to the other then back again.
There was nothing left.
She had decimated an entire population of baked goods, right down to the last buttered biscuit baby. ”I suppose it’s time to go meet with Benjamin now.” She murmured to herself. She was supposed to meet him ten minutes ago, but by that point she had only polished off her first tray of pastries. With a sullen sigh, she gripped the edges of the pan and added it to her pile, making a proper stack of five platters that she carried over to the dishwashing station. Then, she turned, toddling right off out of the mess hall and down the nearest corridor, hopping along with all the pride and joy of a toddler that had just had cake for breakfast.
Soon enjoy, she found Benjamin exactly where he had requested she meet him. ”Still on your butt, bunny-buns? And here I thought you were serious about starting our adventure today!”
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 9:46 pm
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Words of censure cross the room. Long viridian ears turn, twitching to the source. A slightly irritated sound; "Tch!" could be accompanied by the short bunny boy standing. "I was waiting for you, you overblown cotton ball! You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" the soft rapid fire tatting of a bunny foot hitting the ground in a blur. The nerve of this sassy sheep to dare attempt to place any sort of blame upon Benjamin. If he didn't enjoy Baram's company in the good times so much he might have cut her loose years ago! His irritation expressed, Benjamin shifted gears with a few emphatic taps of his foot. "Now do you have everything you need? We should really just get a move on! You've made us quite late already, you know!" A glance at a wall clock. "Quite late indeed!" Why if this were another series heads might roll, but that's for a different universe!
Nose twitching, Benjamin would turn slightly, pointing towards the door; "Get a move on sheepy, we've got things to do you know! Those pirates aren't just going to bring themselves to justice! It's not right to leave the poor people of the world suffering any longer than is strictly necessary!" His words spoken he would march up behind his fluff encased friend and begin shoving at her, hoping to get some leverage to move her forward more quickly. "Besides I'm sure there'll be all kinds of new snacks for you to try at our next destination!"
Roared the cry of a chicken. The panicked flapping of wings chasing right behind it."Get the hell outta here ya useless, goddamned bird 'fer I deep fry yer a**!"Yelled the voice of an aging chef on his wit's end. Out into the corridor came a wildly flapping, rather large, bird that smacked into the metallic door adjacent to the kitchen head first. With a clenched fist -- well, talon -- it raised it in anger after quickly hopping back to its feet. The other talon had a couple of stolen jam-filled pastries impaled on their tips."Oh yeah?! You call that chunky stuff you're cooking meat?! I'd rather eat s**t from a Sea King! At least then the food would be fresh!"The odd bird mocked back in anger.
Just as quickly as it as he finished a wok twice the size of his head came hurling towards him fresh off the stove top and scalding hot. The bird ducked and the wok clanged off the adjacent door and its contents spilled to onto the planks below. Sun turned to gawk at the newly made mess, his beak stretched into a smug smirk as he pointed a thumbed talon back at the mess while facing the chef inside."Baaaaaawk-kawkawkawkawk! Ya missed old man!"Sun laughed,"Hey! Maybe the dirt on the ground will give it some flavor! Baaaawk-kawkawkawkaw-----CAAAW!"Yelped the bird, just narrowly dodging a too sharpened butcher's knife. Before his life could be threatened any further, Sun took off running as fast as his little chicken thighs could carry him.
⟹ Main Hall ⇀ Information Department[Now]
After nearly having his head taken off by a butcher's knife, the young bird made his way through the halls of the naval base. Since then he'd gathered a small backpack with his belongings, mostly cooking necessities. He'd been planning to venture out into the world for quite some time now and earn his keep, refusing to be treated like some common house pet to these humans!
While pecking away at the first of his two jam-filled pastries on his left talon he made his way towards the Information Department. There was one more thing that he needed to snag before he got out of here. Despite the sweetness on his palette, Sun was still extremely bitter about earlier. To have such an unskilled chef in the kitchen was a sin! However, no one ever allowed Sun to cook the meals, a bird cooking another bird was sickening to some but Sun had simply seen it as all part of the food chain; and chicken was a delicious, universal meat! He couldn't hone his skills here, no, he would learn nothing unless he got out into the real gourmet world and made a name for himself!
Grumbling beneath his breath, the furious fowl approached the large wooden door leading inside the information department and kicked it open with all of the strength his thin legs could muster. Shockingly enough, the force of the blow was enough to snap the door from its hinges and may or may not have sent it flying towards a couple of furry companions that Sun didn't know existed. He'd been more focused on finding that damned cookbook and getting out of here.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 11:32 pm
Baram-Yu
Minkman • Assassin • Marine
Baram-Yu tilted her head. There was something vaguely nostalgic about a white-furred rabbit complaining about tardiness and being late for a very important date. Unfortunately, they weren’t in some fancy little wonderland where everything went according to plan all the time. “Slow your roll, bunny-buns,” Baram-Yu chortled as Benjamin’s hands pushed into her, but rather than nudging her towards the door, the rabbit’s hands only seemed to succeed in sinking further into Yu’s wool. The entirety of his two hands had been absorbed into her plush quicksand pelt after a few short seconds of impatient shoving. “Those poor blokes aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. ‘Sides, you’re the one that suggested we try and get a few other fools to join us on your little grand chase an-“Her mouth stopped and her head turned towards the door just in time to hear a booming THOK! as foot struck the flimsy door right off of its hinge, sending it hurtling towards the pair, causing Baram-Yu to promptly shove Benjamin back as she put herself between the bunny and the unhinged slab of wood.
”Wool Shu Style!” She bleated, spreading her arms and sucking in a breath before she fired off a single tiny fist towards the wooden projectile. Her punch shattered the flimsy door right in half – not that it was very durable door to begin with, but by will of the gods both old and ewe, Baram-Yu felt as cool as a sea cucumber at the bottom of the sea as she stood between the two split halves of the door. She admired her handiwork, then noticed a cookie upon the floor. Had it been hiding in her wool? She squealed in childish delight. “I knew I missed one!” She bleated, more delighted by the fact that she had leftovers hidden in her floof than she seemed concerned over the origin of the flying door. She gobbled it up greedily, then turned towards Benjamin.
“Bunny-Buns! Did ya see? Did ya see? I had a cookie left!”
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'Damn. This. Wool.' were the angry words running through Benjamin's head as his hands sunk into the floof that seemed to make up about ninety percent of Baram's body. It was infuriating. She was so damn slow. There was sense of urgency in her! Where was her spirit of justice?! It simply wouldn't do for a marine to be okay with inaction! And what did she mean by those poor blokes?! The Rotten pirates deserved every misfortune that befell them! May their lives be long and filled with misery! It would only be just! They brought such terror and misery to the world around them! A squeaky bunny sigh through his nose and Benjamin opened his mouth to begin a tirade against Baram before a loud sound was heard.
THOK!
Wood driven from hinges by what appeared to be.... a chicken? A tribesman?! And then there was no more time for thoughts as Baram shoved him to the side, somehow extricating him from her wool with one simply move. As his hands popped free he looked down for a brief moment to find a cookie glue to them by whatever strange substance was in it. His face dropping into a look of obvious disgust before he flailed, flinging the cookie downward to the ground. During this disgust filled moment Baram made actions of her own. Her family's Ancient Arts made their appearance. Wool Shu Style. The martial division of their tribe marked this style as the greatest combat art to ever exist. There was none stronger in all of their tribe! And somehow the continuation of its ways fell onto Baram's woolly shoulders...
With a sigh Benjamin would turn to more important matters. The property destroying chicken tribe member! "You!" a shout filled with authority and a burning passion! "You would have the gall to destroy marine property?! You dare to treat our glorious lands in su-"
“Bunny-Buns! Did ya see? Did ya see? I had a cookie left!”
Silence... Benjamin left standing, mouth slightly open, body and face directed to the property destroying, but eyes slid to his left to Baram. Long standing ears would droop and the pointing finger would spread into a hand before colliding with a small rabbity face. Every. Damn. Time. "Now is not the time, Yu! We have a culprit to apprehend! Destruction of property is a serious offense, you know!" A pause as his attention would shift back to the newcomer. "Now! Explain yourself! What is your motive for this heinous crime against the marine base!? What pirate crew do you work for?! How did you manage to secret your way into this base?!"Words spoken as the short bunny would rush forward getting close to the chicken, close enough to suppress him should something more violent occur. There was no pause to await his answer. "Hm?! Well?! Explain yourself, evildoer! What say you?!" and other such various question and demanding statements would continue, right up until the newcomer would choose to speak.
Hmm. Maybe he'd kicked that door just a tad too hard. His training in the ancient art of Winged Chun was finally starting to pay dividends! However, as the door was sent flying away he'd witness it being split in twine immediately after. Sun let a noise from his beak that was half gasp and half squawk. He wasn't trying to split the damn thing but unfortunately it was too cheaply made. Did all Marines do their shopping in the bargain bins at the market?
After the torn planks hit the floor Sun was left staring down the real cause of its split in the form of a small, but rather fluffy looking sheep. Such grace! Such precision! Such power! He'd never seen anything like it outside of his Winged Chun style. All the while the sheep remained calm, collected, and cheerfully munching away at a cookie covered in a thin layer of substance that he hadn't recognized.
Magnificent.
In the midst of his gawking his focus would be drawn away from his fellow Minkman to another pelting him with a barrage of accusations; this one, a rabbit. Taken aback by the force and manner in which the rabbit accused him made Sun fumble over his responses."No, that's not----It was an acci-----No you've got it all wr----"There was simply no room for him to speak but it didn't stop him from frantically waving his talons about, one of them still impaling a delicious jam-filled bun. His flared tempered had been extinguished by the realization of his actions and the trouble he'd cause; his master had always warned him about his fiery temper.
Once given the chance to clear the air, Sun gave an apologetic bow before clearing his throat to speak."I apologize for my actions, it was in the heat of the moment and I've been working on my temper; it was an accident, honest. The damages will be paid for out of my own check." He raised his head without mentioning the fact that he'd been written up several times already for these types of violent outbursts and that he was running up quite the destructive tab when it came to naval property. With his clean hand he ruffled back a few feathers on his chest to reveal his cadet badge."Choreboy and Line Cook, Sun Li Hwaorang."He saluted, but the part about being a line cook was a lie. His attention then went back to the sheep, taking several steps towards before squinting his eyes to analyze her physique; it was nigh impossible with so much damn wool in the way! With a minor, defeated grunt he opened his beak again. "You. You're a martial artist aren't you? Such a precise strike can only be executed by someone who's been trained in the arts -- yet I've never seen such a style before. What is it called?"He asked, his curiosity peaked.
All the while he'd been subconsciously waving around the bun and clumsily spilling bits of its contents onto the floor, still driven through by his talon with no real plans on acknowledging its existence -- let alone eating it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 1:15 am
Baram-Yu
Minkman • Assassin • Marine
“There’s never a wrong time for a snack, Benjamin,” Baram-Yu scolded, shaking a finger in bunny’s direction, but it seemed that before she could say anything more, her companion had gone right on ahead with proceeding to verbally bite the head off of the gentleman that had sent the door flying across the room at them. She found the fact that the culprit was another Minkman to be more surprising than the destruction of the door. It had always been flimsy after all, and sometimes shuddered as if on the verge of breaking simply from the act of being lightly slammed. The fact that a simple little kick from a distraught bird was enough to send it flying was hardly something that seemed to exceed Baram-Yu’s expectations and reasoning. Yet, once Benjamin had begun one of his little rants, Baram-Yu always found it better for her companion to just get it all out at once. Interrupting him prematurely always resulted in the little bunny bottling it all up over the course of the day before exploding in a mess of floppy-eared fury. Thus, as he lectured the bird, Baram-Yu only stood at her partner’s side, grinning as she savored the remaining morsels of her cookie, right down to the last little crumb.
However, once the bird’s attention full upon her, she blinked as if surprised that someone other than Benjamin was talking to her. She was slow to respond, taking a few moments to seek out the proper words before answering. “It’s called Wool Shu! It’s a fighting style developed by my ancestors and passed on to those willing to devote themselves to defending my home village and its denizens." She tilted her head towards Benjamin. “Like this fuzzy wuzzy booger right here.”
She seemed to be about ready to say even more about her home’s fighting style when she suddenly halted, her ears perking up.
“...You’re a cook?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 3:26 am
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A... a misunderstanding... Affronted by the cruelty of his current position Benjamin stared, first at the newcomer, and his long time friend, ears drooping in an obvious show of sadness. 'But... but...' simple thoughts of what could have been. A fight for justice. A battle to suppress the evil forces. Two men's souls clashing in a passionate battle, each showing their values and their power! It could have been glorious. Before his very mind's eye the dreamscape of an epic battle shifted to sand and was washed away by a cold harsh breeze, a breeze called reality... Or at least the reality of this world. Dejected Benjamin stayed in a sulky silence as the two other's seemed to trade introductions. One word stood out before the small strangely coloured rabbit. It echoed through his ears, as the scene camera zoomed in on his face. Fear. His ears stood up. His fur jumped to attention. He looked slowly to Baram-Yu. After years of companionship Benjamin knew that his friend's reaction to food could be a little extreme. She seemed safe for the moment. Perhaps it would be best to step in and keep the newcomer safe.
First step forward Benjamin would offer something he hated to give out. "I, too must apologize for my... rashness." the words tasted like ashes on his tiny tongue, but his face remained cordial throughout all the same, though he offered no bow. It simply wouldn't do for one of his standing to bow to another of equal rank! "We are Baram-Yu of the Wool Shu and Benjamin B. Bartholomew. We come from the same village and are the same as yourself in rank, but differ in occupation!" Small introduction offered Benjamin, nodded softly stepping next to Baram, leaning in close. "Do not accost the man. Poisoned food would not sit well, even for you." Words spoken almost silently, without moving his mouth.
Turning back to the self-proclaimed line cook, Benjamin once again offered a friendly face, "What brings you to the information department today?" honest curiosity. A strange turn for the previously angered bunny. He seemed almost friendly now, with a small undercurrent of worry as he glanced at his friend every so often. Where Benjamin got excited about evil and justice.... Baram got for food. This could go very well... or it could develop into a bloodbath. Benjamin was trying to prevent the latter with his ham handed attempt to change the subject.
The Wool Shu style? He'd heard his master mention it once before but never again. It was something of a mystery to him, a style that eluded him for so long that he'd forgotten about it. Now the name had resurfaced and he'd seen it in action. Sun was impressed really, he didn't expect to run into another Minksman trained in hand-to-hand combat, at least not in the beginning of his journey.
Then his talents as a chef were called into question -- well, not really. Sun placed a hand to his cocked hip to proudly boast about his gourmet cooking talents but as he opened his mouth to speak another voice interrupted him. His ear, as hidden as they may be, perked up at the sound of an apology. He turned towards the rash rabbit and batted his lashes a few surprised times before offering a forgiving smile. The entire situation was rather embarrassing really, a small mishap over a flared temper; still, Sun had gotten off easy. "A pleasure to meet you despite it being under unconventional circumstances!" He greeted, a talon ruffling the feathers along the back of his head. After Benjamin's next question it came to Sun's attention that he'd almost forgotten his soul purposes of coming here today."Ah, that's right!"He gasped with sudden enlightenment.
The ambitious bird removed the sweet bun from his talon and broke it in half, careful to keep the ends raised so the warm contents didn't spill from it. He'd offer the still warm pastry halves to each of them; a gesture of breaking bread with new companions."Here ya go. Still fresh from the oven!" Really, he just needed the extra hand."I'll be right back!"Sun claimed once [if] the pair accepted his generous offer. He'd make haste as there was adventure to be had! Sun leaped between them, one foot landing onto the table behind them as he'd used it as a platform to spring himself into the air. His body coiled into a spin and a flip before landing and taking off into a sprint; cutting a sharp left and disappearing behind one of the bookshelves. The light, metallic clang of cookware echoing from his backpack. Mumbling could be heard from around the corner along with the rustling of pages flipping and books opening and closing."No, that's not it. No, not this one either. Hmmmm...Ah! Here it is!"Sun chirped cheerfully. The bird scurried back moments later brimming with excitement as he'd show them the dusty old book with fading letter. Blowing some of the dust away revealed the image of an old chef on the front; an old man with thick, abnormally long eyebrows, a long white beard, and a chef's hat brooding menacingly on the hard-back cover."See? I didn't think there were any copies left, but with this I'll have a complete set!"It was a cookbook.
Shokugeki!! The Art of Gourmet Battling Vol.5: Cookin' With Fire!
Unfortunately, the name had been too faded to read but the pages inside were still legible."Ya see, I'm heading out on an adventure today to become the world's greatest battle chef! Maybe then I can get some respect around here! And this cookbook of secret techniques and recipes is gonna lead me to victory! Baaaww-kawkawkawk~"Awful confident in his abilities the bird released what had been a mixture of a squawk and a laugh. Yes, he could already taste sweet, sweet victory on his tongue. After his excitement died down enough for him to regain his composure he refocused himself on the sheep and bunny,"I don't think the Wanted Lists have been updated, so what about you two? Why are you here?"He asked, shooting curious glances between the pair.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 9:43 am
Baram-Yu
Minkman • Assassin • Marine
For but a single moment, Baram-Yu turned her head to stare back at Benjamin. Not even the revelation that this bird was a chef was enough to distract her from the fact that Benjamin Bartholomew, the judgmental jackrabbit, had just apologized to someone. She stared. Then squinted. Then smiled. She lifted a single hand and set it squarely between his big, fluffy ears.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
What a good boy.
She looked back at the bird before her just in time to witness him cutting a sweet bun in half, offering one end to Bartholomew and the other to Baram-Yu. This bird had only met them several minutes ago and he was already sharing his food with them. Baram-Yu teared up just a little as she accepted her half. It was warm. It was so beautiful. So perfect. It deserved to be loved and cherished and appreciated until the end of days.
She devoured it whole, and as her cheeks bulged, she cupped her hands over them and the look of bliss that passed over her face looked downright euphoric. ”ISH SHO GUD!” She bleated, her little tail wiggling and waggling as he floppy ears flapped as if her head were ready to pop right off of her shoulders and flutter up to taste bud heaven. Seconds later, however, her eyes darted towards Bartholomew’s half. She didn’t say a word, with the way she stared with unsatisfied ‘You gonna eat that?’ eyes, she didn’t have to. Still, she was a benevolent god. She was a glutton that knew how to share. Usually. She looked back to Sun Li Who Rang – at least that was what she thought she heard him say his name was – and as he appeared before them again with a big book bokbokboking about a bigger dream, she glowed, then looked back to Benjamin with stars in her eyes.
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
Pat. Pat. Pat. A series of actions. Three of them to be precise. A familiar rage enveloped the small green bunny lad,Looking towards Baram, Benjamin made note. Benjamin would remember that. Setting it aside for the moment Benjamin listened intently for the brief words of greeting before their new tentative ally would present each of the small Minkmen with a half of a sweet bun. Benjamin's face would twist into a grin so vile and malicious some might say he wasn't a marine in that moment. 'It's all in the name of personal vengea-... I mean justice!' the inner monologue of a bunny scorned. Watching Baram enjoy her food Benjamin's smile grew to cheshire proportions. "It was good was it?" Bunny fist clench, mashing the sweet bun into a soft mulch. A few quick steps to a garbage can.
Splat! as the Sweet Bun Mess would be sent into the very bottom, covered in refuse and probably some marine's three week old lunch. Turning back to his friend Benjamin would offer only a malicious grin. "Perhaps we can keep him. And you're right. The bun was delicious." Final words spoken just as Sun would make his return, revealing his reasons for being in the department of information. Face returned once again to its peaceful bunny cuteness, Benjamin stood at alert. Not updated? Well that soiled some perfectly good plans. A soft sigh. "I was here looking for potential targets to bring in, but if what you say is true and these files are defunct then there is only one thing I could do. I shall have to go out, do field research and update them myself. Not such a terrible task..." A pause as Benjamin stared at the chicken with dreams of flying. Sun had goals and they didn't exactly clash with his own... perhaps they could work together for a time. "Do you wish to join Baram and myself? We could aid each other in our various goals to help achieve both more quickly! A mutually beneficial arrangement!"
The bird's mood continued to brighten once the sheep complimented the chef; only serving to boast his ego and his confidence in his supreme cooking skills. To watch those swollen cheeks bounce up and down in pure delight had always warmed Sun's heart. Even the hard-boiled bunny thought his sweet bun was delicious. The trio of bristles that served as both feathers and hair atop his scalp shimmied and swayed like the tail of a pleased kitten. It was so that he'd been complimented on his cooking that he had all but forgotten what praise sounded like. It had even brought tears to his eyes but took nothing away from his smile."R-Reeeally? Thank you! I even made the jam inside of them from scratch!"He stirred with happiness, voice shaky while trying to keep it together.
At the rabbit's request, or rather offer, of him turning their duo into a trio for a time while they went out into the field came about how could Sun say no?"Yes, I'd love to! It'll be a lot faster to gather ingredients with six hands instead of two! I'll even whip up something special just for you two!"He cheered, tears quickly swiped away by a feathered forearm. Slipping the book into his backpack he approached the pair, wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in close enough for him to brush his cheeks against them."Aha! This is wonderful, I can tell that we're all going to get along great! Now, there's no time to waste," he released them,"the apples aren't gonna pick themselves! And I'm sure there's gonna be plenty of pirates to capture out there."Sun chirped spryly, a wide grin spread across his face as he'd start leading the way out.
Ever so ignorant towards the rabbit's faux delight in a tarnished sweet bun in the garbage now soaking up the liquid chunkiness of a Marine's alcohol filled, regurgitated dinner from the night before.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 12:56 pm
Baram-Yu
Minkman • Assassin • Marine
Benjamin could have probably dropkicked a toddler into the ocean and it would not have summoned the look of horror that spread across Baram-Yu’s face as Benjamin crushed his half of the bun, throwing it into the trash can like the filthy remains of a carcass to be disposed of. Baram looked at Benjamin, but the rabbit had already turned back to the bird, complimenting him on his delicious snack. Baram gasped.
Deception! Disgrace! Evil as plain as the smirk on Ben’s face!
And yet, Mr. Who Rang didn’t suspect a diddly darn thing. In fact, he went right on to express his deepest gratitude for their new partnership and just like that seemed ever so eager to leave. Baram-Yu puffed her cheeks. Mr. Who Rang’s gift would not be in vain, and on her honor as a sheep, she would see that justice was dealt! So she smiled, and pumped a woolly arm. “Yeah! Let’s get out there and do some good in the world!” And much to her pleasure, the bird was the first to turn around and start heading towards the door. Or doorway. There really wasn’t a door anymore. Still, she watched him go as she sidestepped towards the trashcan, peeking into it. Seeing the dripping remains of the bun there… Oh, it was too tragic for her tender heart. She reached down, scooping it up out of the trash… Then, like a catapult, her arm snapped forward, launching it through the air and watching it fly in a perfect arc before SPLAT! it struck Benjamin squarely in the back of the head.
”Justice will rain from above!” Baram-Yu bleated, as if merely carrying on with her enthusiasm for the fact that they were ready to embark into the new world. That very same eagerness and a certain dose of vindictive excitement caused him to skip right after Mr. Who Rang, and right past Benjamin.
Justice was a swift hand plucking a wasted bun from the garbage.
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