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Post by mugenginga on Dec 14, 2011 0:14:05 GMT -5
Maxwell had ended up losing his grip on the rope when he crashed into the trees. And if that wasn't bad enough he managed to lose grip on his notebook. It crashed down through the trees, and the pencil popped out of it. The notebook itself got hung up on some branches, the pencil landed in the snow on the ground, and Maxwell...
Took a very painful fall through the trees. By the time he faceplanted on the ground with a sold thunk broken only by the snow he was covered in scratches and scrapes from the trees and his clothes were a bit ripped up. It didn't look like anything major when he pushed himself up out of the snow, but he began patting his body and looking around wildly.
"Oh man, headquarters is going to have my hide!! Where'd my notebook go?!"
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Post by Jilak on Dec 15, 2011 3:36:27 GMT -5
Well, okay. Perhaps not the most graceful crash landing ever. But they were called crash landings for a reason, Finn had to admit. He cringed a bit as Maxwell faceplanted, before going into a frenzied search for... his notebook? And he mentioned something about 'headquarters', as well. For the second time today, Finn was completely lost. First he'd mentioned being human, and now... this. Something seemed off about this Maxwell gent.
"Uh, you okay man? Hey, come on, it's just a notebook..." Finn said, putting a hand on Maxwell's shoulder and giving it a soft shake.
He really wished Jake was here. He'd know just what to do here. Well. Maybe not. But at least he'd have bad advice that was also somehow good to give.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 15, 2011 3:47:42 GMT -5
"Man oh man oh-!" Maxwell blinked and looked at Finn. He shook his head and waved his hands in front of his face, "No, man, you really don't get it! That book it's like... um... what's the word.... an artifact! You know, things pop out of it? I'm a Scribblenaut, and those things don't exactly grow on trees! Come on, I gotta find it!"
What neither of the boys would notice, especially since Finn was probably in the process of trying to process how a simple notebook with a green cover was an artifact (it certainly didn't look cool enough for such a thing. Everyone knew artifacts looked awesome, after all), a golden portal opened up and a penguin fell from the sky.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEENK!!!!"
The noise probably got attention though. The tops of the trees would conceal the penguin as it fell down, flapping its flippers wildly, and hit the trees. Maxwell winced at the sudden crashing sounds, but he was mostly staring wondering what the fudge was going on. After a few moments of crashes said penguin dropped out of the bottoms of the trees holding a green notebook.
"My notebook!" before Finn could stop him Maxwell was diving forward.
The penguin had hopped to its feet by this time. It had enough time to give the notebook a curious look before jumping up, causing Maxwell to faceplant into the base of the tree. The penguin landed on a snow covered rock. It looked down at well Maxwell had landed.
"Wenk!" It said before it looked down at the notebook. "Wenk?"
It then opened its beak and proceeded to bite the top of it. It sounded like the penguin was trying to speak more, but it was muffled as it tried to chew up the top of the notebook.
"Wenfwenfwenfwenf."
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Post by Jilak on Dec 15, 2011 4:01:29 GMT -5
Well. Today hadn't been going very algebraic at all. First Finn had found himself in a strange place that he had first assumed to be the Ice King's lair. Since then, he'd begun to have his doubts. First there was the other boy, Maxwell, who also claimed to be human. Following this, the two had to swordboard down the side of a mountain in the middle of an avalanche. Finally, an all too familiar penguin had dropped from above with said notebook, avoiding Maxwell and proceeding to chew on it.
Yep. Just another day in what Finn now doubted was the land of Ooo. He bent forward a bit, putting right hand on his knee and gesturing towards Gunter with his left.
"Here Gunter. Here girl... or... guy? Give me the notebook. C'mon now. Right here. Just give your old pal Finn the notebook." Finn said in a welcoming tone, similar to that one would use when calling a cat or dog or other such family pet.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 15, 2011 4:09:28 GMT -5
"Maaaan," Maxwell said, pushing himself up and rubbing his face, which had begun to develop a rather impressive black eye over two faceplants in rapid succession. He heard Gunter's cries and looked over, "Hey! Stop chewing on that! It's not a fish!"
"Wenfwenfwen-" Gunter stopped nomming for a moment and looked up towards Maxwell.
She then proceeded to begin again just as Finn tried to get her attention. She stopped and looked up at Finn, popping her beak off the notebook. Maxwell blinked and looked over at Finn with a confused expression. The penguin looked down at the notebook and up at Finn several times before hopping down from the rock with a "wenk" and starting to cautiously waddle over Finn, wavings her flippers forward towards him as she did so. Although she still held onto the notebook.
"Wenk. Wenk Wenk."
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Post by Jilak on Dec 15, 2011 4:22:17 GMT -5
Finn internally relaxed. He would have let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't want to startle Gunter. That would be the worst thing to do right now. He now how shifty he or... she could be, and refused to take any chances. So he continued to look as warm and welcoming as he actually was.
"That's a good boy or girl, that's it. Come to good old Finn. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want Max's notebook back. We can even hang out afterwards." Finn continued to coo out in his aforementioned manner. He realised he probably looked quite... odd here, but he made a mental note to explain it all once Maxwell's notebook was safe again.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 15, 2011 4:25:00 GMT -5
No hitch seemed to happen as Gunter closed the distance between herself and Finn. He coudl totally grab her right now if he wanted to. Maxwell had begun to shift at this point, and was now sitting cross legged with his hands on his feet. Actually, he was cold. A sweater would be really nice. But he couldn't reallyg et one of those without his notebook. And a pencil. He looked around and saw his pencil. Oh good.
"Wenk?" Gunter reached Finn and tilted her head sideways a bit. She had both flippers on the notebook again.
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Post by Jilak on Dec 15, 2011 4:54:58 GMT -5
Finn gave a warm smile towards the penguin. He had to admit. Ice King may have been a jerk, and a bit creepy, but his penguin(s?) were all right. Except for that one time he and Jake, and eventually the Ice King, were frozen. Gunter breaking the bottle didn't exactly make things easy. But now wasn't really the time to ponder over it, as it really didn't help with Maxwell's notebook situation. Or his sweater situation, for that matter. Other than letting the other lad borrow his own sweater, Finn had no idea how to help him there. And he didn't still have the like-like sweater on his person.
"That's it, that's a good... penguin. Just hand me the notebook, it's okay." Finn cooed. He didn't quite grab Gunter, so as not to seem threatening. Not yet, at least.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 15, 2011 5:30:42 GMT -5
Gunter didn't move after Finn told her what to do. She just stood there with her head tilted. For several moments. Actually it almost seemed like she was frozen. And then she straightened her head, looked down at the notebook... and proceeded to bite down on it again, making slight chewing motions with her mouth.
"Wenfwenfwenfwenf."
Maxwell had moved to grab his pencil, but when he heard what was apparently penguin nomming noises (actually, penguins made noise? He didn't think they did, certainly not like that. In any case...) and realized the bird was chewing on his notebook again.
"Hey! I told you to stop that! It's not food!" Maxwell swung his feet around and got to his feet.
"Wenfwenfwenfwenf."
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Post by Jilak on Dec 19, 2011 4:41:12 GMT -5
Finn frowned as Gunther bit down on the notebook once more, but he didn't immediately act. No, no. While these penguins were usually if not always around the Ice King, it didn't necessarily mean they were bad. So he didn't just want to go attacking them willy nilly. No, this problem would require a more logical approach. Thus, Finn put the knuckles of his right hand to his forehead, slamming his eyes shut. He thought.
His mind transcended entire galaxies. His very thoughts encompassed the entire mortal realm. In the briefest of moments, young Finn the human understood everything! Well... not really. But at the very least, he understood how best to go about resolving the situation at hand. Which was close enough to everything.
He wrapped one arm around the penguin's back, pulling it in close. He used his unoccupied right arm to give it a slow, steady pat on the head. His breath escaped his lips in a soft shushing sound.
"Shhhhh it's okay. You can pass it here, it's cool, man. Perfectly fine." Finn said in a low, hushed voice. As memory served, the Ice King wasn't the... nicest guy ever. Maybe Gunther just needed a bit of positive reinforcement!
Plus, if all else failed, Finn was fully ready to tackle him or her.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 20, 2011 22:27:15 GMT -5
"Wenfwenfwenfwen-?"
Gunter stopped nomming as Finn wrapped an arm around her back. She turned slightly to look at the hand as Finn pulled her inwards. She looked up as he began to pat her head and nicely asked her to hand over the notebook. She looked down at the notebook again for a moment.
"Uh... do you have any idea what you're doing, dude?" Maxwell asked? He was looking between Finn's face and the penguin. He seemed puzzled, "Seriously though, I need that notebook."
"Wenk. Wenk?" Gunter holds said notebook up towards Finn with a questioning tone.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 15, 2012 13:08:03 GMT -5
Finn would have breathed a sigh of relief if he wasn't afraid it would spook Gunter. Maxwell needed his notebook back, after all. Finn wasn't sure regaining the penguin's seeming trust would go so well a third time. Thus, he just smiled down at Gunter and reached out his hands for the notebook. He reached at what he could only hope was a casual pace. Not too fast, not too slow. As much as he didn't want to seam overeager, he also didn't want to go too slow and miss his chance.
Man. Penguins were harder to understand than girls.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 15, 2012 13:17:37 GMT -5
Gunter didn't move until Finn had his hand on the notebook. And then the penguin was moving faster than greased lightning, suddenly jumping up and running her way up Finn's arm. The attached hand totally still had a hold of the notebook, mind you. Maxwell's eyes widened and he was up on his feet and had taken a step forward by the time that Gunter had her head down in Finn's now open backpack, feet sticking straight up in the air as she burrowed inside.
A few random things went flying out of it as she made room for herself inside of it, most of it landing safely inside piles of snow. Maxwell wasn't sure what flew over his head and smashed into the tree behind him as he ducked, only that it made a less than healthy noise as it lodged itself in the tree. During this time Finn was probably trying to get the penguin out of his backpack, but even with his amazing stretching abilities he'd just end up getting his hands kicked around. After a few moments of these shenanigans, Gunter was upright in the backpack, holding a shiny golden box in her hands. She looked at it and proceeded to attempt to nom on it.
"Uh....?" Maxwell said.
When the box popped open and proceeded to play music, Gunter gave a surprised squawk and tossed it into the air.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 15, 2012 13:36:38 GMT -5
Finn's eyes widened as Gunter burrowed him or herself into his backpack. He hurriedly tried to get the penguin out, to no avail. As she started to nom on his music box, Finn only had time to open his mouth in what would have been an attempt to reprimand her, before it was tossed into the air. Then he was a flash.
He hurriedly tossed Maxwell his notebook, nodding his head in the other boy's direction. He wiggled his arms a moment, slipping them out of his backpack. It fell a length of only a few inches, his sword embedding in the ground from its location at his backpack's side, keeping it from falling. Then he was in motion, pulling his sweater off over his head and running underneath the music box. He didn't need any extra clothes slowing him down now. Based on the box's trajectory, it looked like it would either smash into the ground or smash into a nearby tree. Neither were options Finn was particularly fond of.
He dashed off ahead of it, foot hitting the trunk of the aforementioned tree. He headed up it, his speed and balance the only things keeping him vertical, before backflipping off of it and grabbing the box. Finn hit the ground shortly after, tumbling backwards to what seemed to be a particularly painful halt at the foot of yet another tree. He finally breathed the sigh of relief he'd been holding in, before pushing himself to his feet and pulling his sweater back on. He fixed what he hoped would be an imposing glare on Gunter, holding his beloved music box before him.
"Gunter! Bad penguin! You could have broken mom's music box!" Finn called out, putting the box under his left arm and putting his fists to his hips.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 15, 2012 13:56:22 GMT -5
Maxwell's eyes widened when the shiny thing went flying. He was taking a step forward to try and catch it when he had a notebook tossed at his head. His hands shot up and he managed to catch it about a centimeter from his nose, dropping his pencil on the ground in the process. Gunter let out an indignant squawk when the backpack hit the ground. Maxwell leaned over to grab the pencil, but was distracted by Finn's impressive acrobatics. Damn, he was good at out of box solutions but that other boy could move.
Gunter busied herself with trying to pull Finn's stabby thing out of the ground without getting out. It went about as well as one would expect. She barely managed to wrap her flippers around the hilt and she honestly looked like she was going to bust a blood vessel pulling. She had proceeded to start trying to chew up the hilt with an annoyed expression when Finn yelled at her. She lifted her beak from the hilt and looked at him with her head tilted, not an inkling of understanding in her eyes.
"Wenk?"
Now that the impressive display was over, Maxwell leaned over and grabbed the pencil, wiping it off on his shirt as he looked between Finn and "Gunter", "Uh, I'm sure she'd understand?"
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