Treasure Hunt - Jiminy/Zazu/Dug/Lucky Group 4
Jun 25, 2020 23:51:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2020 23:51:42 GMT -5
Well, as far as events go, Jiminy would have to give that one a solid zero out of ten. Didn’t even do a proper head-count. Absolutely appalling. And, worse— well, maybe not quite worse, as he was still very deeply affronted by having been skipped over entirely— they sent an entire group off without properly filling out their ranks, never mind the significant disadvantage it gave them. No interest in fairness, that’s what it looked like to Jiminy, and although there were very many things that Jiminy wouldn’t stand for that was certainly very high-ranking among them.
So naturally, he didn’t waste any time, and furthermore didn’t let the trio of animals wander too far before he caught up to them, rounding the pathway past the castle to leap across their path and up onto the railing, whistling sharply with a wave of his umbrella to grab their attention as he did so.
“Hey there, hi there, ho there! Don’t mean to slow you down, or nothing, I know you’re in a hurry to get hoppin’. I mean, they certainly didn’t beat around the bush back there, did they? Just wanted a second or so of your time— and to tag along.”
It wasn’t even posed as a question, and it hardly qualified as a request so much as it did a matter-of-fact statement of intent. He’d been there to participate, doggone it, and he was going to participate whether the so-called organizers acknowledged him or not. Didn’t have enough people, huh. If the curly-haired girl had wanted to go and make enemies of the entire cricket species she could’ve just said so. There were easier ways to go about it. He was clearly right there, and he’d obviously read the flyers, but evidently if you weren’t a whopping five feet tall it just didn’t matter— typical humancentricism, that's what it was, plain and simple. He’d have a word or two (or twenty) to say about that to the facilitator of this whole clearly-rigged affair, but for the moment… priorities.
“Doesn’t quite seem fair that you folks oughta be at a disadvantage when there was clearly a fully capable fourth member standing right there—” his bristling was apparent, indignant at the very notion of having been overlooked. Really, now. He wasn’t that easy to miss. “—And I think we could make ourselves a pretty well-balanced team. Eyes to the skies, noses to the ground and a whole lotta good luck.”
And, come on, who really needed humans, anyway? Not that he was a bit stung, or anything. Not at all. Clearly.
So naturally, he didn’t waste any time, and furthermore didn’t let the trio of animals wander too far before he caught up to them, rounding the pathway past the castle to leap across their path and up onto the railing, whistling sharply with a wave of his umbrella to grab their attention as he did so.
“Hey there, hi there, ho there! Don’t mean to slow you down, or nothing, I know you’re in a hurry to get hoppin’. I mean, they certainly didn’t beat around the bush back there, did they? Just wanted a second or so of your time— and to tag along.”
It wasn’t even posed as a question, and it hardly qualified as a request so much as it did a matter-of-fact statement of intent. He’d been there to participate, doggone it, and he was going to participate whether the so-called organizers acknowledged him or not. Didn’t have enough people, huh. If the curly-haired girl had wanted to go and make enemies of the entire cricket species she could’ve just said so. There were easier ways to go about it. He was clearly right there, and he’d obviously read the flyers, but evidently if you weren’t a whopping five feet tall it just didn’t matter— typical humancentricism, that's what it was, plain and simple. He’d have a word or two (or twenty) to say about that to the facilitator of this whole clearly-rigged affair, but for the moment… priorities.
“Doesn’t quite seem fair that you folks oughta be at a disadvantage when there was clearly a fully capable fourth member standing right there—” his bristling was apparent, indignant at the very notion of having been overlooked. Really, now. He wasn’t that easy to miss. “—And I think we could make ourselves a pretty well-balanced team. Eyes to the skies, noses to the ground and a whole lotta good luck.”
And, come on, who really needed humans, anyway? Not that he was a bit stung, or anything. Not at all. Clearly.