Jiji
Day 3, an unresolved conflict through which mud, sweat, and other bodily fluids are dispersed. Keep your mouth closed, hands and feet inside the ride at all times. Thank you.
It was fun. Fun. F-U-N. Just what was it that was so fun? Jiji couldn't tell you. He couldn't tell you, or anyone, anything! The poor Goblin struggled with words, after all. It just seemed right to consider his feelings at the time to be genuine, as Jiji was neither happy nor sad. And yet, very content. Rather than falling into the group of Goblins and being rendered vegetated by what onslaught might have come from them.. instead, Jiji found himself wrestling with a sense of security. Tok did end up disregarding his foolishness, after all. Lo, just the same, too. In the end, Bob and Kaga made for manageable sparring partners. And, while not necessarily stronger than the others, Jiji did have a lot going for him, what with his near toughened body and inadvertent ability to dodge hits through his own clumsiness. Well, the others were clumsy too, but for Jiji, this was a blessing all the same.
That looks like fun.
How long had the three been there? Jiji could not tell. Much too integrated in smashing his face against his fellow kin, he had failed to notice the dwindling numbers in the base. Or even the growling of his competitor's stomachs--let alone, his own. Had it not been for the rather intrusive cry of another Goblin, perhaps that would have never been subject to change.
"I Zeru! Who Hungry! Who want food! Come to Zeru! Zeru help! Zeru Hunt!"
He, was Zeru. Jiji had come to learn of that. Without much indication, or even a reason as to why, Jiji knew the importance of "Zeru". It was the Goblin's name, after all. He was born with it. Without so much as sharing a glance over at Bob and Kaga, he was sure that they had names, too. He had one too, didn't he? He could almost instantly confirm it. "Jiji" he mumbled flatly, shrugging off the cowardly antics of Bob, who had come to find his backside for support. It was clear that Bob was weaker than him. Jiji was the stronger of the two. If that much made sense, then it was only natural that Jiji had some sort of divinity above him. That was the law of the land, after all. He didn't press on the matter much longer. Again, did his stomach growl and curse out, a clear testament to the feelings that he gathered from the soul of Zeru's short speech. He was hungry. He had to eat. Without food, he would have no energy. No energy, no life. Jiji needed life.
Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji. Jiji.
He decided to drag along Bob (and Kaga) with him toward Zeru, who seemed like he had the surest idea on how to obtain food. In a matter of seconds, the three exchanged names, with Jiji waiting until the very end. If anything, Jiji was sure of the importance of self. No, his name. He was Jiji, and there was no one else. Above all, he had to be sure that everyone knew of this self. "Jiji. Jiji" he would grumble, before going into a short rant filled with grunts and the audible flare of his nostrils. Seemingly content, he nodded... forgetting to maintain his balance and toppling over, landing head first into the ground. He dared not to move from there, trying to balance himself on two feet certainly was tough. Why didn't it bother him when he was wrestling before? Jiji, with a sense of thought, would have been dumb-founded. Except, he was not. He was neither pensive or confused. He was simply, Jiji.