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[lancejack]

[...Okay.  This is a strange experience.  Of course, just about everybody here seems to be thinking that...but then, at least most of them appear to be amongst their own kind.  A kind which Clary has never seen before--easily twice as tall as he is, most of them, and having very little in the way of fur about them.  If he'd only seen one of them,

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[atlantispilot]

[ ... Sheppard's day just got weirder. A lot. Weirder.

You're a hare.

A talking hare.

With a lance.

... Yeah. He crouches down to your level and kinda rests his expression somewhere between total confusion and deep amusement. ]

... You know, I've seen a hare before, but it couldn't talk.

[lancejack]

[Clary snaps to attention--least he can do considering this creature has to crouch all the way down to get on eye-level with him.]

Colonel Meadowclary of Lord Rawnblade Widestripe's Long Patrol, at y'service. You can call me Clary if y'like, all th'chaps in th'mess do. I'm pleased to find you've met my kind before, though I'm sorry to hear about the poor chap's affliction. We had a lad once who didn't speak a word for months after his first skirmish, battle shock, y'know. Maybe your mate'll snap out of it eventually too, hope springs eternal, ehwot?

[atlantispilot]

[ Slowly, because he's still intensely confused: ]

You know, maybe he will. I'm John Sheppard. Lt Colonel John Sheppard. You can... Call me John. Listen... Where you come from there's -- nobody like me?

[lancejack]

[Clary considers for a moment. Okay...if this room were filled with hares and mice and squirrels and other creatures he was familiar with, and just one of these...whatever the chap is...would Clary find it as hard to grasp that the creature's never seen a hare before? Mmmmmaybeeeee...or maybe this fellow's just a tad slow. Hard to credit that, though, if what he says about his rank is true.]

'Fraid not, old chap. I'd say the closest thing I've ever seen to your kind was an otter. Something about the way you stand, reminds me of 'em. 'Course, they've got quite a lot more fur, and plenty of whiskers, and a great whackin' tail to rudder their way about in the water.

[Clary looks around.]

Stap me, you lot haven't got tails at all, have you?

[notthiscowboy]

Are you from Animal Island?

[lancejack]

No, sah, I'm from jolly old Salamandastron Mountain, on the west coast of Mossflower Country. It's a few days march from the Abbey of Redwall, if you've heard of that. Wouldn't be surprised if you haven't, though, don't think your kind have ever been heard of in those parts, let alone seen.

[notthiscowboy]

Are you sure that isn't part of Animal Island? That's the only place where you find rabbits, living with mice, ducks, monkeys, badgers, and sparrows.

Talking about that, how can you even talk? Never met a talking rabbit before.

[lancejack]

Steady on, I'm a hare, not a blinkin' bunny. Do these look like a rabbit's ears to you? And I've never heard of Animal Island. Never heard of monkeys either, and there are mighty few birds I've met that can string three intelligent words together. Mostly owls, they're decent chaps when they ain't hungry.

[sealedup]

[ prey animal- right over there--! ]

[ Pascal stalks forward right around the edge of a chair...]

[lancejack]

[Clary's ears twitch. You don't stay fit for combat in the Long Patrol long enough to achieve the rank of Colonel without developing a sixth sense for danger. Deliberately, he looks around to spot the source...]

[Cat! Clary takes up a ready stance and levels his lance at the threat. Clary's never seen a cat in the flesh before, but he knows the shape well enough from murals in the tunnels of Salamandastron Mountain. Something's strange, though...all the cats there are depicted as pretty large, almost the size of badgers. This one...isn't quite as big as Clary. Still, can't be letting down his guard.]

Ho there, cat! Friend or foe?!

[sealedup]

[ as soon as the hare speaks, Pascal straightens up. well, sentient beings did deserve a bit more respect, didn't they? and that lance--! he'd not noticed that before... that made this quite a bit more fearsome of an opponent, didn't it? ]

Friend, I should suppose, unless I am finding myself on the business end of that instrument?

[ he does hope that the hare can understand him like this -- in what would sound to tin-openers as meows ]

[ otherwise, things will be quite a bit more difficult ]

[lancejack]

[Nope, no magical understanding of animal sounds with Clary. Where he comes from, most animals already speak a common language, and it just so happens to be the same one spoken by the tin-openers. Say, is that what they're called?]

Say wot? Identify y'self!

[bitchy_duelist]

[Yzak stared at the hare, rabbit, whatever the bunny called itself. He was still unsure whether to be angry at the creature to actually ask what his lot was or amused at that. Or just plainly shocked. Damn, that was a talking hare after all.
Hares don't talk. At least they didn't where he came from. Apart from fairytales and folklore they did not. Whatever. He couldn't possibly be.]

Actually our kind usually happens to know what a hare is, thank you?

[His right eye twitched, but he tried his best to remain calm. That pet didn't really derserve him to be angry at it, did it?]

[lancejack]

[Clary turns to see the person who is addressing him.]

Yes, just found out about that. Hyu-mans, you're called, right? Ah, but where are me manners? Colonel Meadowclary of Lord Rawnblade Widestripe's Long Patrol, at y'service, marm.

[bitchy_duelist]

[Yzak just wanted to make a comment on the term "human", but he was able to bite that back. He possibly would just be confused by having to differ between Coordinators and Naturals.]

Yes, that's what we are.

[Yzak saluted formally. If the white uniform he wore hadn't already given him away as a military officer, this clearly would.]

Yzak Joule. ZAFT. Commander of the Voltaire.

Nice to meet y-

[But he never came to utter that last word. His ears had just heard something that ... was just ... unforgivably wrong.]

I-I am not a woman!

[lancejack]

[OOC: Technically Clary probably wouldn't be familiar with the terms "man" or "woman" either, but having to explain that to him would be tedious, so we'll fudge it.]

[Clary salutes in return. His ears flop back at Yzak's outburst.]

Ah. Beg y'pudden, suppose I've a lot to learn about hyu-mans. Something about the headfur made me think...er, nevermind. *AHEM* So, this Voltaire you speak of, is it a ship, or a fortress, or...?