Off to War (Open)

[mullisbt]

Gorsebloom Braggwuth Sinistra the 2nd was running like he'd never run before. He was late for parade and knew he'd probably be in huge trouble. He had been brushing his field tunic and arranging his medal just so. He stopped short and came to attention when he saw all the hares. "Sorry about the abscence sahs and Ma'ms. Couldn't be helped wot." He stood, hardly daring to blink.

[Ashstripe]

"Not t'worry m'dear, " Sarge wriggled and heaved slightly under the weight that was holding him down, "Any mo' now, ol' Sarge'll," he heaved and grunted again, "...Get...Up..Wot?". The cycle continued several times before finally, the old hare could see that trying harder wouldn't make him succeed, only fail further.

"Righto...Be a dear then." Sarge muttered as he blew an exasperated sigh, he could never quite bear the full brunt of his luggage, but at least this time around he could find a compromise - besides he was holding back the entire war effort at the rate he was going.

He strained his neck to look in the direction of the newly arrived Gorsebloom,
"Well lookit that! Seems y'not t'good fer th' war after all, eh? Wot wot!" Sarge still managed to smile and chuckle at another's expense, despite having lost what little dignity and respect he had in the eyes of his sub-ordinates and superiors.

[mullisbt]

Gorsebloom looked over at the sargeant. Gorsebloom was the superior officer, but decided for morale's sake to hold his tounge. There would be a time for reckoning later.

[Grath]

This thread is continued in Trials and Taxations.