Jo and Philio
Characters: Jo, Philio
Location: Camp Willow; Dock
Jo walks into the area curious, perking his ears foward at the unknown place then sees philio, "Hello other waterdog!" he waves a paw animatedly.
Philio is sitting at the end of the dock. What else but fishing. His ears turn to the sounds of approaching beast, "Kass?! Oh... Hello?" he tilts his head, "Some other otter i dont know..." he chuckles.
Jo says, "Heh just kinda a wanderin' bout' though i have been wantin' to get out anyways though redwall abbey isnt bad." Jo laughs a little to himself. "Though i am interested in bein' part' o' camp willa' but not sure what the abbot would think bout' me bein' well you know.""
Philio places his ole' fishin' stick on the dock and places a rock on top. Going to stand up, "Ah. Your from redwall?" he notes the accent, "Never been meself. But i heard its something to see. Welcome to Camp Willow then. The name is Philio. But beasts just call me Phil." he tilts his head the other way, "What about the abbot? What would he think. You are an otter after all!" he chuckle.
Jo asks, "Aye were as burly as they come pendin' on if we choose to be eh?" Jo wipes sweat from his forehead with a paw and fans himself, "Though its a tad humid round' here.""
Philio smiles at the other otter, "Well Yah. Though i'm a fisher here. And it don't really matter that much." he grins, "Now i know you are not from around here. I don't think its that humid!" he laughs, "Heh... Uhm. So. What are you looking into here at Camp of otters?" he places his paws on his hip.
Jo puts a finger on his lip and thinks, " erm, fighter?" he says not so sure of what he is referring to at camp willow.
Philio oh and nods, "A fighter eh?" he takes a few steps forward, "We have a lot of those around here. We can never have enough. Buts its one of our largest groups. Your going to have to talk to the Skip 'bout that. She teaches the new recruits..." he chuckles, "Her name is Hallow... Whats your name? By the way?"
Jo nods, "It's Jo though not so sure bout' a last name." he scratches his head then speaks again, "I am experienced in fightin' also." The otter unknots his habit cord and removes his habit, finally getting some cooler air.
Philio snorts at him, "I'm sure you are. But all the same. Talk to her. She might just bump you in class." he nods, "Jo? Alright then. Ill remember when i see you around." he chuckles, "So. Where are you planing to live. Im no Intro beast here. But i would like to know. Just in case!"
Jo asks, "Um, im not sure?" Jo scratches his head in confusion, then paws the handle of his sword that he forgot he brought with him. "Oh! wow too used to strappin' this thing on.""
A fish leaps out of the water catching an insect on its way back in.
Philio nods, "Ah okay. Just wondering. Something to find you then. If you plan to be here long enough..." he eyes the sword. He was never much of a fighting beast, "Well here. Its okay. to carry that around..." he taps his dagger, "But you usually don't need too." The fish gets and ear tilt. But other then that. He ignores it.
Jo nods, and grins. "I haven't used it in a while but it should still be as fine as the day i recieved it." With that he draws out his sword and gives it a test swing to the right, liking the feel of it he swings it back to the left drags it along the ground and slashes upwards.
Philio watches, scooting back slightly. Out of the way of the slashing, "Looks alright to me. I don't know swords. But it looks okay. Im sure the others will be more helpful. I know fish. And fishing. Other then that!" he shrugs and chuckles.
Jo shrugs, admiring the sword he got from the troupe a long time ago. Like a twin to martins sword its made from a different ore of the same strength, Measuring about 5ft. long with floral patterns running down the blade ending at the large triangular blood channel coming down to the cross gaurd which is a dulled Goldish color also with floral designs with a small Red stone in the middle. It has a black leather grip along with a Blue Pommel stone at the bottom.
Jo asks, "Though what would i do here at camp willa'?" Jo asks out of a want of knowing."
Philio looks at the sword a little bit longer before going back to Jo, "What would you do? Probably guard duty. All fighters are guards and vice-versa. Unless your good at something else. All otters here are must be able to be called on. Just in case. Other then that. Whatever you want!" he nods.
Jo asks, "Not sure what i would do, though what bout' my clothin'? I think it doesn' fit zamp willa'." Jo runs a finger tip along the edge of his blade tracing the designs upon it."
Philio nods, "Yes. As a guard you will get a uniform. Or some badge. If you want to wear the clothes your wearing. I don't have one." obviously, "Once again. I don't know. Sorry for not being more helpful..." he snorts before going to sit back down at the dock, taking the pole, "But im sure it will be something!" he laughs.
Jo looks down at his undershorts then shrugs at philio, "Aye i suppose though i do have something else to wear besides a habit." The otter starts digging in his leather bag for something.
Philio says, "Im sure they will give you a tunic. Can have you walking around barechested and all." his ear tilts to the sound, "Hey. What yah looking for?"
Jo comes up successfull with a golden battle skirt lined with silver underneath and extremely thin but sturdy, the bottoms are slightly spiked and it has one large Red stone in the middle with smaller ones going around it. "Me other clothin' from a while back." He grins to himself then spits on it and starts to polish it up with the edge of his habit.
Philio looks back, is taken aback, "Wow. You must have been really rich at one point. That stuff looks really expensive." his ears go down at the spit. But he has learned not to say anything.
Jo shakes his head no, "Nah just a gift from a troupe i used to be part of." Grinning like a dibbun he examines the battle skirt seeing his image reflected back at him thus satisfied he undos the strap on the waist and wraps it about himself and pulls the belt tight enough to fit him.
The same fish from a little bit ago jumps out of the water obviously asking for it.
Jo perks his ears up at the fish and scrunches up his brow.
Philio nods a little bit at the skirt, "Must have been a rich troupe..." he goes back to the water. He eyes the fish. But once again ignores it. He is more interested with what's at the end of his line.
Jo shrugs slightly, "Nah just something they had in storage or in the wagon heh heh, i think they found it lying around in the forest." Blinking a few times he gazes at the water observing it scanning for the fish. "Noonvale traveling companions troupe, though i hope they are at noonvale right now because they are getting old htye must take a rest for a season or so."
Philio scratches the back of his head, "Noonvale? Ive heard of them... Interesting. What did you do?" he asks. He lightly pull on his line. Just testing it.
Jo grins slightly and gets three glass spheres from his bag and starts to juggle, "This....." He flips backwards throwing the spheres into the air while hurling his sword at a tree to make it stick and lands on his paws balancing the spheres upon his large oval nose making a funny irritated face while doing so.
Philio chuckles, "OH! You were a juggler... Heh." he turns back to watch, "Man. I wish i could do that. But i don't have that..." he makes karate chop motions, "That type of agility to do that..." he smiles at him.
Jo espies the fish again then collapses in a heap but not without catching the spheres.
Philio laughs at him, "Oh i love that... heh..." he goes back to the water. And he goes back to watching the fish, "Ere fishy fishy fishy... Come to Philio!" he grins.
Jo grumbles to himself then dives in after the fish.
Philio gets up, "HEY What the! OH great... You've gone an scared him away... Along with rest of them!" he thumps his rudder against the ground in frustration.
Jo resurfaces, blushing. "erm...sorry." The not so thought through otter grabs his bag and pulls a net out, chucks the bag to the side then goes back under net in paw.
Philio throws his stick down, "A net wont work here! This is not the nesting grounds! There are a little farther south! These are native fish!" he grumbles.
Jo managing the teasing fish and philio used to be catch, surfaces with a small grin but he had still heard what philio has said. "erm, i didn' know." He droops his ears in embarassment.
Philio sighs and rubs his eyelids, "Its. Its alright. They will be back soon enough..." he flops back down onto the dock, "Sometime tomorrow." He shakes his head, "Anyway. Get out of there. Before you catch a death of cold..." he sighs.
Jo climbs out of the small river (or whatever it is) and onto the bank, "sorry philio, though i managed to get your fish also." Realizing he should be quiet for a tad he droops his ears and sits down thinking about how life is going to be from now on.
Philio eyes the fish and shakes his head, "That wasn't the fish i was after... He was just some fish that felt like jumping around. The one i was after was a monster... This one is just. A snack..." he sighs but slowly smiles, "Thank you Jo. Ill add it to the others..." he chuckles weakly.
Jo blushes slightly then balls up the net slightly and tosses it to philio, "You know, i wasn't really taught how to fish at all, for me its just jump in grab it get out but well i never learned proper." he sighs deeply remembering the horrible moments. "my vhome was burned down to the ground and i lost my parents."
Philio gets up at the net toss, pulling in his line "And i wasn't taught how to juggle. I spent my life learning how to fish. And soon. I will be head otter for the fishers... Just like me dad..." he tilts his head, "We have all lost to things..." he sighs, "Anyway. I need to go find some otter..." Kass, for example, "And i will see to the Skip for you..." he gets up and shoulders the stick, heading off toward the grounds, "See yah Jo."
