Recorded Redwall Role-Plays From the Old ITW Sali



The second page of ITW Sali RP's.
Sorry - they're not spaced out very well.


Vizon and Ty Fight Ronin's Wolf Pack for Meck
Vizon, Ty, Shatter, Ronin, Hellsbane, Yehudi, Tovah
Mohok is Himself and Vizon Runs into Klyo
Laurel, Fiarah, Mohok, Klyo, Moore, Vizon, Kamai, Sarcelle
Vizon and Mohok Mock Fight
Penny, Mohok, Rix, Yirach, Pasche, Tarkers, Vizon, Rancalan, Isolde, Starlight, Zex
Quix Compilation
Quix, Fae, Avion, Noima, Meadowstar, Mistyrose, Hotaru, TWW, Fiarah, Skeeth, Chex, Abbatia, Riskash, Seppala, Moore, Melony, Lylith, Celia, Juliette, Silphadae, Klyo, Tamara
Klyo vs. Fiarah
Klyo, Fiarah, Xavier
Jax Gets Milk (After Xia is Dead)
Jax, Laurel
Vizon vs. Moore (aka Banagher Throws a Mug at a Baby Vole)
Vizon, Laurel, Jareth, Silphidae, Moore, Sidhe, Banagher
Banagher has had a Falling Out with Sidhe, Drinks Beer with Vizon
Banagher, Ivy, Vizon, Jareth
Vizon is in Debt
Vizon, Laurel
Ty & Meck Meet Tuhor, Vizon & Tuhor Discuss Morganth
Ty, Meck, Vizon, Tuhor, Reynold, Tybalt, Bronx
Vizon & Tuhor Discuss the Issue of "Love"
Vizon, Pasche, Waterstar, Tuhor, Bainin
How to Deal with a Bratty Dibbun: According to Vizon & Bainin
Gitana, Vizon, Baby Arrow, Bainin, Rķan, Jareth


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Vizon and Ty Fight Ronin's Wolf Pack for Meck

[Salamandastron Dance Hall]

Ty walks through the door cautiously. He takes about five paces before he sees Vizon and waves over at him, swaggering over with a slight smile, "So where's Mnemeh?"

"She just left." Vizon crosses his arms and leans back in the chair, "I'm guessing you don't want a drink."

 

**Shatter comes in, with two large male wolves behind her. The larger of the two, Hellsbane, has the rope on his belt and a spear in his paw, and Ronin, the other male, has a sword by his side in its sheath. Shatter's Indian battle-ax is on her back with the sheath. They look around like predators, though Ronin looks quite calm**

Ty sits across from Vizon, back to the doors, "Why'd she leave? I thought we were supposed to meet?"

Vizon goes rigid and his eyes grow wide, "Oh....this is bad...."

*Shatter picks up on Ty's scent, and looks over to where he is sitting. Seeing them as well, Ronin puts a paw on Shatter's shoulder, and Hellsbane's grip on the spear tightens*

Seeing Vizon's reaction, Ty feels a chill run up his spine, he swallows and dares to turn...

*the three make their way over there. Shatter's ears are back, but not pressed flat, and Ronin's ears are perked forward, and he's now in the lead*

"Aw, crap, Ty, I'm sorry - they haven't been here for days...I didn't think they'd show up...." He slowly stands, fingertips on the table, his fur standing up on end as he faces the wolven threat.

"I could sure use that drink now..." Ty mutters, but remains seated.

 *Ronin stops, as does the others, when he gets to their table. His paw is on the hilt of his sword* Where is the child?

Ty's heart beats faster, adrenaline filling his system. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. He'd been running for so long, but the penalty for fighting would most likely be death - and he couldn't run now. The only alternative to death would be giving away their hiding place, but Ty felt he had to protect the pup...and Martes for that matter. What could he do? He didn't want to leave Meck alone in the world, and he didn't really want to die... Ty remains silent, paws over his eyes, elbows on the table.

Vizon pulls out his sword, ready to defend his friend when the moment comes...

*Ronin's paw remains still* We won't harm you. Just tell us where the child is. We just want our kin back.

 

Ty thinks of Meck, of the worry and agony he and the old martin went through, helping the pup stay alive and recover. He remembers the mock battles when he lost to Meck, voluntarily and the jokes they'd played on Martes. What would life be without the pup now? Back to the hard ale, he supposed. But something in him refused to give up. He could never go back to being a drunk and a cheap hired hand, he'd become a father again. He couldn't lose another child.... Ty looks into Ronin's eyes, "No."

*Ronin remains calm, though his eyes show more than anger* The child is the heir to the pack. We will get him back one way or another. Either you tell us now, or we will skewer you. Unless we come to an arrangement, we will kill you for your arrogance.

Ty rises to his feet, all traces of fear long gone. His jaw is set and his eyes stare back at Ronin steadily, "Then kill me now."

Vizon steps toward him, "Ty, what are you doing?"

Ty knew that if he reached for his axe, it would only justify their killing him. He holds a paw up to Vizon.

So be it then. *he unsheathes his sword, and holds it in both paws*

For once, Vizon loses it, "Ty, no! Don't do this! You don't have to!" He dodges around the table and comes at Ronin roaring, sword raised to strike.

 Ty remains where he is, his breath comes quicker, his chest is pounding, but for once, he feels he is doing the right thing.

*Hellsbane swings the staff of the spear around Vizon's torso area as he comes near Ronin*

Vizon has to deviate his intended target to Hellsbane. He grapples the spear around and down, pushing it to the floor where he steps on it with his boot and thrusts his sword toward the wolf's chest.

*Hellsbane drops the spear as Vizon steps on it and hops back, and Shatter intercept the sword with the battle-ax*

Their weapon's clash, but Vizon moves like a flash, thrust parry, jab, block, false swing, slash....Vizon's incentive is his and his friend's lives, he is going berserk.

*Shatter holds him off by blocking expertly with the ax, while Hellsbane, behind Vizon, works the end of the rope into a noose. Ronin stares coldly at Ty*

Vizon hacks and slashes with all his agility and strength, fangs bared - a battle-axe is large, dangerous, and strong, but Vizon is quick, the swings of the heavy weapon are slow. As he dodges another swing he counters with a swing of his sword, but at the same time he kicks Shatter in the knee.

Ty lifts his chin and holds his ground. After all, Ronin still has his sword raised.

*Shatter spins the ax around so that Vizon's foot comes in contact with the blade. Ronin speaks* Why won't you tell us? The child doesn't belong to you.

 The blade slices through the black boot's toe and cuts deep into Vizon's foot. His only response is to roar louder and bring his blade up in an arc toward Shatter's chin as she raises the axe again.

 Ty narrows his eyes at Ronin, "I can't. You'll never understand."

[Ronin] I know you're the only father the child's ever known, but you stole the child from us. The child is ours. We will get him back. You could never give him what we can.

Ty shakes his head, still meeting Ronin's gaze, "I can not lose another child...another family. That is why I asked to die. I will fight for him to death."

Shatter flattens her ears and ducks, just as Hellsbane swings the noose over Vizon's head*

Vizon flinches in surprise as the rope tightens around his throat. With his free paw, he pulls at it, then as his breath is cut off, he drops his sword and claws at the noose desperately.

*Shatter grabs the sword when he drops it. Hellsbane yanks back on the rope.

With a choking gasp Vizon is pulled off his feet. He hits the ground, thrashing, his eyes bulging and his teeth grinding together as air, so essential for life is denied him.

[Ronin] You think I'm heartless, don't you? No, I just want my nephew back. Though, what I have in mind is breaking tradition completely, but it'd be the only way to make the child happy... 

Ty looks past Ronin and glimpses Vizon, struggling on the floor, gripping the constricting rope around his neck, "Vizon!"

Vizon's mouth is open, gasping, but sucking in nothing as his eyes glare and search for any means of escape. He sees Ty, but can only look at him for a few seconds before flashes of light begin to dance across his vision. He is suffocating.

*Shatter stands next to Vizon and puts a foot paw down on his chest, put doesn't push. Hellsbane holds Vizon's head tightly, and allows the noose to loosen a little bit so he could breathe. Shatter crouches down and sits on Vizon's legs, and starts checking him all over for other weapons*

Vizon gasps, heavily and hoarsely as oxygen once again fills his lungs. Shatter finds a dagger at his side and a small knife in his boot.

Ty looks toward his friend anxiously, but doesn't move. He wrings his paws together and turns back to Ronin, a pleading look on his face.

*Ronin also glances at them, but turns back and sees the look* It's alright, they won't kill him yet. We're trying to unshed as much blood as possible. Are you willing to listen now?

"Now that you have my best friend at blade point?" Ty replies bitterly, then pauses. "What is it?"

*finding the dagger, she wraps it in a cloth and sticks it in her belt, then takes off his boots and examines them. She finds a knife in one of them, and does the same with that. She throws the boots away. Hellsbane tighten the noose, but not all the way*

Vizon yells in pain as Shatter pulls off his left boot, blood pouring from a huge gash in his foot that almost severed it in two.

*Shatter realizes what she did, and takes out another cloth and wraps his paw in it, and tightens it, so the blood might stop the it's flow* Where's Tovah when ya need 'er, eh? *says Shatter*

Vizon grits his teeth and roars at the touch of the cloth and almost screams at the pressure put upon it. He is beaten at last. Vizon's body shudders and every muscle in his body is rigid. His hands tremble under the strain, veins prominent and claws sinking deep into the rope.

[Ronin] *knowing that Ty's cornered, he re-sheaths his sword* Shatter and I have discussed it many a time, and with the whole of the pack. We've decided that, if you're willing to learn our traditions and respect them, you can be part of the pack. Granted that you'd be the lowest rank, you'd be allowed to interact with the child as he too learns our ways. What say you?

Ty swallows, his eyes darting around as his thoughts run wild - would it work? Could he do such a thing? He doubted a rough hard-lived sailor could ever fit, but this was his chance. A way out. Ty looks at the ground and sighs, then looks back up at Ronin, "Yeah, I s'pose I cain do that. If'n that be thur only way."

[Shatter] *to Hellsbane* He ain't goin' nowheres, so I'll get Tovah. *she gets up and rushes out. Minutes later she returns with another she-wolf, though this one looks hardly aggressive* 

*Tovah shakes her head as she unwraps the cloth from the paw. She takes a cloth and wraps it where a vein would be, and ties it tightly. (that would stop the heavy flow of blood)* Shatter, get a big bowl of hot water, and sprinkle this in it. *she hands Shatter and small pouch and she runs off. She returns about five minutes later (that's long considering the situation) with it and sets it in front of Tovah. Tovah puts Vizon's paw in the bowl, holding it together*

Vizon's muscles relax a little, and his breathing becomes less like quick gasps and more regular. He shuts his eyes, grimacing, tears squeezing out from between the lids as his paw is dunked and squeezed.

*Ronin sets his paws on Ty's shoulders gently* Then, when your friend is better, we shall begin the ceremony of making you a part of the pack. You won't be harmed, but thought of as a funny-looking wolf. *he chuckles slightly*

Ty watches Vizon as he speaks, his brow drawn together worriedly, "Er - will 'e be alright?"

 *he smiles* Tovah's taking care of him. She's knowledged with many healing techniques and herbs, taught by Yehudi the Great. He'll be fine.

Ty is sure he will have trouble becoming part of a wolf pack, but he is even more sure that Vizon will not take this union very well. Ty hopes that Vizon will understand and not hate him for the rest of his life....

 Yehoodee? Tovah? These names mean nothing to Ty, but he supposes they will eventually. He looks upon the future with a little hope and a lot of fear....

*Shatter puts a stick wrapped in soft leather with many bite marks between Vizon's teeth* Use this. It helps.  He spits it at her hatefully, then groans as a new wave of pain is sent up through his entire being.  *Right about now, Vizon's paw should be numb. Tovah nods to Hellsbane, and he props Vizon up. Shatter has a flask of herbal water in her paw, and sprinkles an herb in it. She puts it to Vizon's mouth and speaks* Drink this. *and angles the flask so some of the water flows in his mouth*

By now, Vizon is too relieved and exhausted (not to mention, delusional) to protest anything else and drinks the water. It flows smoothly down his raw throat and he slips into a deep sleep even before the potion takes affect.

*Tovah takes out a sterilized needle and thread, looks to Shatter, who tweaks Vizon's nose* He's out cold. If he wasn't, he'd be highly insulted by a "nose tweeking".

*Shatter nods to Tovah, and she lifts Vizon's paw out of the water. She cleans off the wound, and starts to bind the wound with the needle and thread*

[Ronin] Yehudi the Great is simply that; great. He's powerful, and yet mysterious. He's never in one place for long, and it's hard to keep track of him. Tovah is the she-wolf right there, fixing the mink's paw.

[Ty] "Ya mean that thur 'ealer wolf is thur alpha female? I don' know much 'bout wolves, but I always did 'ear that thur alphas were the meanest...." he pauses, looking from Tovah to Ronin, "An' she don't look as much fierce as that Shatter gal...." He scratches the back of his head, hoping he's not insulting Ronin.

[Ronin] *he chuckles* No no, Tovah is a healer wolf, yes, but she is a Beta. Shatter is the alpha female; I am the alpha male. I can be aggressive when I need to be. This is a lot better than fighting, eh?

Ty forces a smile, but looks at his feet. He feels guilty about Vizon. Here his best friend has just thrown his life away to save him, and not only did he not lift a paw to help, but now he's joined the enemy...."Vizon, please forgive me..." he thinks to himself.  Suddenly a thought strikes him, "'Ey, uh, Ronin - I got a small question fer ya.........will I still be able ta come an' visit me pals?"

 



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Mohok is Himself and Vizon Runs into Klyo

**The door behind the bar bursts open and she stretches in the frame, yawning greatly. She totters over to a stool near the counter and plops down, making some weird sounds that remsemble 'bar' and 'open'** (Laurel) The strange looking hare sits a seat away from Rockjaw and begins to rap his knuckles on the counter, jerking his head to the beat. (Mohok) *Looks up fron her half compleated sketch* Hullo again Laurel (n/t) (Fiarah) (15-Oct-00 21:47:25) **She smiles sleepily, slowly coming back to life** Hi Fiarah... **Her eyes caught by the hare, she makes a look of wide-eyed thought, but continues with her bartender's character** Do, um... do you want something to drink? (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 21:52:06) *Shakes her head* No, I'm fine thank you, though I do owe you my deepest gratitude (n/t) (Fiarah) (15-Oct-00 21:54:42) **Looks highly confused** Huh? Wha'd I do? (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 21:56:38) Have you heard of a beast called Kylo? (n/t) (Fiarah) (15-Oct-00 21:58:43) Pauses in his drumming and Grins at Laurel. (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:01:10) **Looks at him for a moment, wide-eyed, and then waves, eyes squinted in a grin** (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:05:32) **Her eyes narrow dangerously** Yes. Not only have I heard of him, but I've heard he was a very evil sort. I've been trying to find out more about him, but I'm a little busy at this time. (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:01:16) Waves a clawed paw at Laurel, "Hey, can I get a drink?" (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:04:51) You see I was attacked by Kylo and, well if it hadn't been for your group of armed beast I would be a dead beast right now. (n/t) (Fiarah) (15-Oct-00 22:05:31) **Blushes for a moment, very faintly** If I'd had any idea what had been going on, I'd have done my best to help... **She looks at Mohok, blank for a moment, then realizing what he said** Oh, yeah... What would you like? (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:09:51) (ooc gtg bye BBL) (n/t) (Fiarah) (15-Oct-00 22:19:23) G'bye and good luck, mate. (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:20:52) He grins and leans over the counter on his elbows, "I dunno - what do you suggest? Vizon likes blackbark beer, but I'd like something with a bit more kick to it..." (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:14:46) **She raises an eyebrow, smiling** Ah, so you do know Vizon... I thought I'd heard of you two traveling together. Maybe you'd like to try a walnut ale? It's potent... (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:19:29) "Walnut ale? Come on - that sounds lame. Give me something exotic - something that bites." (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:21:56) **Smiles sweetly** Maybe you'd like a pike in your tankard? (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:23:41) "You mean a drink or a fish?" He laughs, "That'd be cool if you had a drink called a pike........oh well. Nevermind. Just give me the walnut stuff I guess." He sits back again. (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:28:26) (mentally slaps himself for sounding like an idiot..) (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:30:12) **She holds up a paw, eyes glittering** I don't have anything called a 'pike' but I do have a bit of an old concoxtion... **She disappears into the back room before he can protest, returning with a tankard of some strange green liquid** I spilled a little on the floor once and it practicly bleached the stone. (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:33:48) All right. I'll try it...hasn't been tested on animals has it? Hahahahahaha!...................sorry." (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:35:37) **Shrugs, grinning as she slides it across the counter** Only the odd impudent hare... (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:38:12) Snatches it up and throws down a gulp. His face twitches, he coughs, clears his throat, and his eyes tear up, "Woooooo! That sure hits the (cough) spot!" He bangs the glass down on the counter, grinning. (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:41:42) ************* A dark, yellow-eyed lynx slips silently into the hall. The light catches his visage momentarily, revealing four deep scars slicing through his facial features and freezing his lip into a permanant snarl. He ducks into the shadows. Sunday, 15-Oct-00 22:25:41 207.14.63.217 writes: Klyo Click here to reply Replies: Walks the shadows along the walls, a malevolent grin on his scarred face. He searches the hall with interest... (n/t) (Klyo) (15-Oct-00 22:33:03) **Dark red eyes watch the lynx enter, their owner prowling in the darkness as well. His form is barely distinguishable, but it can be seen that he's a cat, his smooth, balanced stride giving him away** (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 22:37:10) Meets up with him, "Greetings my recidivistic friend..." (n/t) (Klyo) (15-Oct-00 22:46:10) **He smiles crookedly** When was I ever reformed enough to return to my... ahem, evil ways? (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 22:51:56) Grins, "You have not known true evil yet, my friend...you have but tasted the sweet blood. I bring you a feast." (n/t) (Klyo) **Taps a claw to his tooth, thinking** I rather enjoy tender mousebabe, myself, but where can I find this feast that you speak so highly of? Sunday, 15-Oct-00 22:58:34 208.143.4.230 writes: Moore ************* **She leans an elbow on the bar and her chin in her palm, smiling in amusement** You know, I'd make more, but I don't have the kind of protective gear for some of those ingredients... (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:44:47) He coughs again, but can't help grinning. His brow knits and he blows the fumes from his throat. He looks up at Laurel, eyes teared up, "Hey, can I have a glass of water with that?" (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:49:47) Yes, but I'll have to make you clean your own glasses. For shaaame asking for more than one... **She smiles and goes back to the room, returning with his water** Don't drown. (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 22:54:01) Downs the glass in one long guzzle, then wipes a paw across his mouth, smiling, "Perhaps Vizon was right after all..." (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 22:55:45) **Busys herself cleaning a glass** About the blackbark beer, you mean? (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:00:50) "Uh, yeah..." He looks over his shoulder and sights Vizon at the door. (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 23:04:09) **Follows his gaze** (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:06:22) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Click here to reply Replies: He laughs - a grating hissing laugh, "Follow me..." He slinks toward the exit. (n/t) (Klyo) (15-Oct-00 23:00:12) At this moment, Vizon Rok happens to enter the hall, impeding the lynx's smooth escape. He does not look up until they are face to face... (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (15-Oct-00 23:02:38) **Follows in silence, smirking to himself** (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 23:02:46) "Hey, watch it." the mink growls. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (15-Oct-00 23:05:33) Klyo's lip curls up, showing white fangs. He shoves the fisher against the door frame and continues on his way. (n/t) (Klyo) (15-Oct-00 23:07:41) Recovers instantly, his eyes burning with fury. He yanks out his sword and pursues the lynx. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (15-Oct-00 23:10:28) Runs over to the doorway. (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 23:11:47) **Seeing trouble before it starts, he slips back into the shadows, watching in silence** (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 23:12:55) *Disappears into the night* (n/t) (Klyo) (15-Oct-00 23:14:46) **She ducks into the room behind the bar and jogs out with her short sword resting at her hip. She doesn't bowl in, but waits a distance away, in the case that she is needed** (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:14:43) Turns and curses through his fangs, putting away his weapon. "Lice-ridden Scum...Who does he think he is?" (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (15-Oct-00 23:16:54) **She walks over slowly** Perhaps he thinks himself to be important. **She smirks humorlessly** (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:19:36) "I wouldn't sweat over it. We'll get him back later..." Turns to see Laurel behind them, "Wow...so quick to shed blood over a shove, are we?" (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 23:19:47) **Shrugs, smiling happily** I've not cut a throat in several days now. I'm getting a little restless. (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:21:11) Vizon nods, "You're right. I tend to over-react when someone insults me personally... I'll knock his lights out next time I see him, though." He clenches and unclenches his fists. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (15-Oct-00 23:22:08) "Yeah....so you want a beer before we head out? I suggest Laurel's specialty..." (n/t) (Mohok) (15-Oct-00 23:23:57) **Smirks to herself, tail curling slightly** (n/t) (Laurel) (15-Oct-00 23:25:39) **He makes his way toward them, determined to get out the door** (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 23:25:54) They move nonchalantly out of his way, unaware of his relation to their villain. (n/t) (Vizon & Mohok) (15-Oct-00 23:31:32) **He slips out the door, chuckling quietly** (n/t) (Moore) (15-Oct-00 23:34:00) ************ A hare strides through the dance hall doors Saturday, 04-Nov-00 11:27:01 207.14.63.221 writes: He walks with a spring in his step and a wry grin on his face, his head fur its usual vertical persuasion... Mohok A hare bursts into the hall and makes a bee-line for the bar. He sits sideways on a bar stool and spins around to face the counter, looking around for a tender, "Hello! I need service here!" he calls (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 15:50:49) When no one answers, he takes a quick look around and leaps over the counter with an empty mug and begins to tap into one of the many barrels of ale... (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 15:57:23) The hare fills his mug 'til the foam is running down his muscle-grooved forearm. Saturday, 04-Nov-00 16:05:50 207.14.63.93 writes: "Woo hoo! Free beer!" Mohok Click here to reply Replies: OOC-Sorry my putor shut down.BIC-Are you still here? (n/t) (Kamai) (04-Nov-00 16:08:33) Throws down a long swallow, wipes the foam from his whiskers and grins, "Yup." (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:14:21) OOC-Sorry my message didn't come through BIC-*Smiles* How are you on this fine day? (n/t) (Kamia) (04-Nov-00 16:19:11) "Excellent." He states as he drains the mug of its contents. (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:22:50) Me too. I havn't seen you round here where do you come from? (n/t) (Kamai) (04-Nov-00 16:25:36) "Way out there..." he gestures toward the west. "No where really. I've been everywhere and no where. On the water a lot." (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:37:28) *Nods* I know what you mean. * Gets up* Sorry but I have to go now. Mabey I'll see you again. Bye. (n/t) (Kamai) (04-Nov-00 16:41:43) A female squirrel walks in... Saturday, 04-Nov-00 16:10:11 193.195.0.103 writes: *She has dark brown fur and grey eyes. She scans the room carefull looking for anybody to talk with. She walks over to the bar and orders an Elderberry Wine.* Sarcelle Click here to reply Replies: The hare turns to her, foam dribbling off his elbow until he licks it off, "Uh...okay...it's on the house." He grins at the otter at the table (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:19:55) (pours her an elderberry wine...or at least what he figures is elderberry wine...) (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:21:04) *Looks up and grins* Thank you kind sir. May I ask your name? (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:23:19) "Mohok. Nice ta meet ya." He extends a strong paw. (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:33:28) *Shakes his paw firmly* I'm Sarcelle. It's a pleasure to meet you. (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:36:08) Gives her a curt nod and a grin and returns to fill his mug a second time. (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:38:30) Do you come here often? (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:39:21) "Oh, sometimes. Not too often. I'm just trailing Vizon Rok around, really." He punctuates his sentence with a long guzzle from his mug. (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:44:43) What do you want with Vizon Rok? (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:46:19) "What do you mean? I'm just hanging out with him while we're off ship." (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:49:02) Oh no, nothing, it's just the way you said it, it sounded as if you where chasing after him. You know like to kill him. (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:51:09) (Throws his head back and laughs) "Hahahahaha! Kill Vizon Rok? Are you insane? Well... I guess it can be done - he has enough scars to prove he's come pretty close at times. (chuckles and shakes his head) Heh heh heh...... (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 16:55:34) *Grins* Guess he's a good fighter. (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 16:57:51) "One of the best swordsmen around. But even that doesn't help you much when you're outnumbered four to one or when someone throws a dagger at you unexpectedly. He's been through a lot of crap." (finishes off his ale). (n/t) (Mohok) (04-Nov-00 17:00:09) *Nods* Sounds good.*Takes a final sip of her wine and stands up* It was nice talking to you. Bye. (n/t) (Sarcelle) (04-Nov-00 17:01:44) "Uh....bye...." He shrugs at her abrupt departure wondering if it was something he said. He sniffs himself to make sure he doesn't stink too much... (n/t) (Mohok) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00)

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Vizon and Mohok Fight

A young male hare walks into the hall, paws in his pockets and whisting a jazzy, unfamiliar tune. His appearance is striking for a hare - rather drab gray fur becomes extraordinarily long along his neck and atop his head. The hare has, apparently, adapted well to this odd characteristic by spiking the fur into a stiff vertical mane that leads from between his ears to the collar of his open shirt. He grins and his eyes shine mischievously, "Hey....cool...more buns to toast at the fire....hmmmm....but where's the weenie?" He puts a clawed finger to his chin and scans the room thoughtfully... (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 18:39:09) *Penny notices him and bounds over.* Hiya! Where's Vizon? (n/t) (Pennybright) (10-Feb-01 18:42:06) *Waves from the couch* (n/t) (~Rix~) (10-Feb-01 18:46:29) Hey, Rix! *the otter waves from her bowl of soup.* (n/t) (Yirach) (10-Feb-01 18:48:48) *Waves before making his way over, with the use of his cruch* (n/t) (~Rix~) (10-Feb-01 18:53:49) Are you ok? *she asks once again.* (n/t) (Yirach) (10-Feb-01 18:56:57) *Smiles*As long as I'm around ye, Rain,Shine or Storm I'm happy. (n/t) (~Rix~) (10-Feb-01 19:00:36) Same to me...*grins* (n/t) (Yirach) (10-Feb-01 19:03:48) "Aha! There he is....now all we need is some ketchup and mustard..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 18:51:35) "Ah...who cares?" He claps the hare on the back, "What do you say we get a drink or two or three?" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 18:49:14) *shrugs* Oh, well...Sure. Whadda ya want? (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 18:51:52) He puts a strong arm across her shoulders and steers her toward the bar, "How 'bout a good old fashioned sailor's suicide?" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 18:54:00) *Shrugs and hands him her dagger.* Go ahead and kill yourself...But I don't think the "ecentric" hares who like you will be happy...But go ahead. (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 18:58:10) He takes the dagger and pockets it, "Thanks! I can use one of those..." He withdraws his arm and hops over the bar deftly, "Here...I'll show ya what I mean..." He snatches up a mug and pauses, wiggling his fingers and flattening his torn ear slightly in thought. Then in one quick decisive lunge, he fills the mug a ninth with dandelion ale, a ninth of blackbark, a ninth of burbin, and then continues to fill the rest with a little bit of everything. Topping the bubbling mixture off with a fiery liquor, he clunks it in front of Penny with a grin, "That's a suicide...." He shoves it toward her and it sloshes over the edge sloppily, "Go ahead - give it a go!" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 19:05:48) *she slyly steals the dagger while he's drinking and smiles.* I'd rather have some Mountain Ale, thanx though. (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 19:08:33) (OOC: Eh - eh - hey hey there - how could you manage that? For one thing he's not the one drinking the suicide, and for another thing, he's on the other side of the bar! If you want it back, ask you sticky fingered lop!) (n/t) (Mohok, OOC) (10-Feb-01 19:10:16) (OOC: Sorry, Mr. Never Mess-Up... I'm not a newbie... Sorry again...I am asleep...Kinda...I t'ink....) *she holds out her paw for the dagger and sniffs the drink.* I think I'll take Mountain Ale instead...I may be a warrior but I beleive that'll make me throw up. (n/t) (Me...Again) (10-Feb-01 19:13:59) "Aw...sore sport....," he pauses, grinning, "...on both counts!" He flips the dagger to her and throws down the suicide in a few large gulps. Coughing and choking he slams the mug to the counter and clears his throat, "Hmm..." he scratches an armpit absent-mindedly, "Maybe I should have left out that hell's fire elixer..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 19:18:00) He turns, "Mountain Ale, eh?" He rolls up his sleeves, revealing a fresh tatoo on his right arm that resembles some sort of sea monster from a sailor dibbun's nightmare. He picks up the nearest mug and empties the remaining drops of some other beast's drink onto the floor. Finding the Mountain Ale, he quickly fills the mug and swaggers back over to Penny, "There ya are!" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 19:21:55) Thank ya, Bartender. *grins and sips her drink* (Sorry it took so long.) (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 19:35:35) (OOC: Oh - you're back...) BIC: The hare fills himself a mug of hard ale and walks out to the middle of the hall with his drink. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 19:58:35) *follows him* What's been happening? (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:00:57) ************ **A black pine marten enters alone and makes a beeline for the bar** Saturday, 10-Feb-01 20:01:18 206.163.37.42 writes: **Her blue eyes are bloodshot and her short black hair is crazier than usual. She throws herself on a bar stool and pinches an unopened bottle of cherry rum.** Mmm... Pasche Click here to reply Replies: "Nuthin...." He turns to the hare, "Is there ever anything happening here? Every time I come here it's as boring as my Grandma's eggplant story that I've only heard about a million times..." He takes a drink and turns, sighting the pine marten, "Hmmm!" He smiles to himself, "Now that creature might just prove worthy of interest..." He makes his way to the bar once more, "Hi-ya...." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:08:07) *the hare stands up and walks to the bar himself.* "Hello, ole chaps, wot!" (n/t) (Tarkers the Tenacious) (10-Feb-01 20:11:10) He turns to the hare, "You, ole chap, can call me Mohok...it's much nicer than "chap". "Chap" sounds like something you'd put ointment on...." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:16:13) *the hare smiles* "Ok, Mohk, ole bean, wot!" *turns to the pine marten* "Hello!" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:24:36) **Flips the top off the bottle and drains half. Finally she haas to set it down to take a breath. She grins at the two hares and laughs at Mohok's statement** 'Llo, gennlemen. (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:20:19) **jumps over the bar counter, swigging her drink and mumbling** Coffee... need caffine, got a splittin' headache. **Gets herself some coffee with one paw and dumps sugar into it while drinking with the other paw. Stirs her coffee and starts drinking both drinks at once, burning herself with the coffee** (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:23:46) **Finally deciding two drinks is too much, even for her, she empties the rest of the bottle into the coffee** Voila, Irish Coffee with a flavor. I'm good. **Sips it** (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:26:26) *the hare laughs at the pine martens antics* "Why, my good pine marten, do you have a bally headache, wot?" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:26:59) Yes I have an awful headache. **drains her drink and goes hunting for brandy** Alkyhall is good for the head, so my maties say. (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:29:54) **Nods to the hare** Hello. M'name's... **Chokes on her drinks and coughs madly** Name's Pasche **Coughs some more** (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:28:09) *nods back* I'm Tarkers the Tenacious, Warrior Officer of the jolly Sentinels of Mossflower (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:32:57) **Squints** Tarkers the Who? **Waves a paw** No, don't tell me. **Finds a bottle of peach brandy and flips the top off** (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:36:19) ok, i wont' (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:46:00) ************ A hare enters Saturday, 10-Feb-01 20:05:53 203.134.68.3 writes: *a male hare walks in. He looks around then sits down at a table* Tarkers the Tenacious Click here to reply Replies: "Hey look there, Pen! Another weenie for our collection!" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:09:49) *the hare raises an eyebrow.* "And what, praytell, do you mean by that bally remark, wot? (n/t) (10-Feb-01 20:12:00) "Ha ha ha! That came out wrong..." the hare laughs loudly and slaps Penny on the back again. Then he leans toward the stranger, "I mean that in the kindest way possible..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:12:46) *the hare smiles* "I'll take it in the nicest bally way then, wot! I"m Tarkers Twinblade the Tenacious, Warrior Officer of the bally Sentinels of Mossflower" *he extends a paw* (n/t) (Tarkers the Tenacious) (10-Feb-01 20:14:56) *shakes her head.* I do believe me bally friend is a absobally little jolly drunk...I think... (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:16:03) "Hey!" The hare looks hurt, his ears wilting slightly, "I'm not drunk!" He accepts the hare's paw with a coarse grin and squeezes it strongly, the veins in his arm bulging over well-formed muscles, "Pleasure to make yer acquaintance!" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:18:28) *the hare sqeezes back* "The pleasure is all mine, i'm sure, wot! Now, who do I have the bally pleasure of meeting?" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:21:27) (OOC: He answered you in the post below...) (n/t) (Mohok, OOC) (10-Feb-01 20:23:58) Pennybright Far-thrower. *does an elgate bow and almost trips.* Not as good as I used to be... Oh well...I'm the bally leader of Lochlomond Warrios and a jolly ol' (n/t) (10-Feb-01 20:28:16) (Stupid enter button... And that's Warriors not warrios...) ...warrior m'self. (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:30:41) *the smiles at Penny* "Ohh well, he might be jolly well entertaining, if nothing else, wot!" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:19:12) *shrugs, she still doesn't understand the nature of males.* Oh, well. (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:25:06) "I'm not drunk, Penny!" He elbows her. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:25:34) *shrugs again.* I know you jolly well enough...I was jest bally assuming... (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:26:53) "And kindly refrain from calling me an old bean, please...." the hare is actually beginning to look a little disgruntled, his grin straining more into a grimace. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:27:30) *Looks confused...* Oh, well... (n/t) (Penny ) (10-Feb-01 20:29:45) "Terribly sorry, ole....err, I mean Mohok, wot." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:29:38) *grins*"Ole bean," is it? And what's wrong about that, ole... hare... (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:36:11) *looks disgruntled after she sees all her messages.* I seem to love the two words, "Oh, well." Wonder why... (n/t) (Penny OOC) (10-Feb-01 20:38:47) *the hare grins* "I call everybeast ole chap or ole bean, wot! They don't usually complain..." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:39:40) I seem to favor "so..." when I'm thinking of somehting to jolly well say (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:41:30) ************** A tall ebony-furred mink strides through the Sali doors... Saturday, 10-Feb-01 20:30:38 207.14.63.99 writes: He looks around and spots the group at the hall. His eyes narrow as they settle on the hare with the vertically spiked head fur... Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: (OOC: Make hall = bar, please...) (n/t) (VR) (10-Feb-01 20:32:04) Hiya Vizon. Mmm, I just invented the best drink... (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:32:05) "Hi....Passssche....." He continues to glare at the hare. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:33:08) **Looks at him** Wot's wrong? **Offers him a bottle of peach brandy** Here, it'll help relax ye (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:35:02) "Heeeeey....Rok! Buddy! Pal! How's it going?" The hare's grin returns, though his ears twitch nervously. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:34:25) *looks at Mohok and Vizon and then runs over to Vizon real quick.* What's bally wrong? Why don't you come over here? (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:34:56) That would be there not here because I'm near Vizon and I was over there and...Man that's complicated... (n/t) (Penny OOC) (10-Feb-01 20:37:20) He sighs a sigh that ends in a low, throaty rumble and walks over to the bar, "Thankyou, Pasche..." He accepts the bottle, "Never tried it before..." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:36:43) "Hey...Rok....you ain't still sore over that whole money thing are ya?" The hare tugs at the single tooth necklace that hangs against his bare chest. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:38:37) *the hare glances from one beast to another* "Hello Vizon, wot. I'm Tarkers." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:37:57) "Why should I be?" He says flatly to Mohok, then extends a black paw to the stranger, "Tarkers...interesting name...." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:40:44) *accepts the paw and shakes it heartily* "My full name is Tarkers Twinblade the Tenacious, wot." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:44:04) **Smiles** It's good for ya. (n/t) (Pasche) (10-Feb-01 20:41:37) *frowns.* Well thanx for notcing the beast who's known you for two years of your life. Ungrateful wretch....*can't keep on saying insults and frowns.* Sure...I can say stuff like that to enemies but it never seems to work on you, Viz...*wonders why, for once (Once...I guess that's an understatement.)acting a bit idiotic* (n/t) (Penny) (10-Feb-01 20:45:08) "Right...right....I payed you back....." He clears his throat, "Sorry it came so late..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:42:41) The mink chooses to ignore the spikey-maned hare for the moment and addresses Tarkers, "A very interesting name indeed..." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:46:15) He turns to Penny, a half-smile reaching his lips for the first time since he entered, "Hey Penny..." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:48:11) *the hare grins* "Why thankyou, Vizon, ole bean, wot." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:48:15) He lifts a brow at the hare momentarily, then makes his way behind the bar. He searches for a glass to try out Pasche's suggestion... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:49:52) Mohok shrugs at Tarkers. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 20:51:09) Tarkers blinks (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 20:53:18) He pours a little of the peach stuff into his glass and drinks it in one swallow to be polite. He nods, "Not bad..." But then he immediately goes to his usual barrel of blackbark, filling a nearby mug to the brim. He sips the thick white foam from the surface then turns to the others, speaking in a low voice, "Want something while I'm back here, Mohok?" He clears his throat and takes another drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 20:58:43) The hare looks relieved that the mink is being friendly once more..., "Sure! Um...anything would be...fine..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:01:19) ***************** The mink and the odd gray hare sit together at a table. Saturday, 10-Feb-01 21:20:32 207.14.63.223 writes: Mohok cracks a joke and Vizon chuckles, shaking his head. Vizon & Mohok Click here to reply Replies: **A pure white mink walks up. Her gray eyes flicker and dance in the fire light.SHe speaks in a self assured manner.** Can I take a seat 'ere? (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:22:14) Vizon stutters, "Uh...." but Mohok kicks out a seat, "Sure!" (n/t) (Vizon & Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:24:32) **She plops down and puts up her feet. She looks at each of you and says.*8 Name's Rancalan. Nic ter meet ya. (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:26:34) "Nice to meet you, Rancalan!" The hare lifts his mug of hard ale in a salute and takes a drink. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:29:29) "Same to you there nameless un. " (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:31:20) Vizon grunts and burries his muzzle in his drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 21:32:31) **She eyes you both then looks toward the bar.** No manners at 'll.**She shakes her head trying to guilt them into buying her a drink.** (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:33:58) "Don't mind Vizon...he's still recovering from a bad grudge..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:33:14) **She leans in closer her attention drawn.** " Whosw he got this grudge aginst?" (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:36:01) "Oh...heh - like I said - he's recovering...hopefully it's cured entirely 'cause it's me he had it for..." The hare's torn ear lifts slightly and he grins. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:38:07) " ahh I see where you're comeing from." **She holds a paw with one missing finger.**" An ole friend's reminder.** (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:39:55) Mohok sucks in air through his teeth with a hiss, "Ouch..." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:42:52) You don't even know. I almost lost my life but I got away with it. (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:44:20) The mink barely contains a yawn, covering his mouth with a paw. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 21:46:30) **She turns to vizon.** You tierd? (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:47:30) Mohok shoots the mink a disapproving look. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 21:47:48) Vizon looks at the other mink, eyes dull, "Hmm? No....no...just...bored." He sips at his beer and sighs. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 21:51:00) "Oh well I see you may as well just make something happen. (n/t) (Rancalan) (10-Feb-01 21:54:24) Vizon sets his mug down and crosses his arms, "She's right, Mo. Want to fight?" He grins, eyes narrowed. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 21:57:46) The hare stands and flings his mug aside, "Sure!" He lifts the table and tips it over with a crash, "You want some? Come and get it!" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:03:31) *The weaselmaid watches them, and rolls her eyes with a sigh.* Males....*she mutters under her breath, wondering Mohok's display of testosterone(if testosterone really exists in the Redwall world...)* (n/t) (Isolde) (10-Feb-01 22:09:04) ************* The mink stands angrilly, Saturday, 10-Feb-01 22:07:03 207.14.63.108 writes: "You spilled my blackbark!!!" He stretches his neck in preparation, balling one paw into a fist, "All right...that's it..." He moves out to meet the hare... Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: The hare hops around the mink in a circle fists raised, "Wot, Fistycuffs?" (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:10:14) A lithe, mud streaked cat suddenly laughs from the shadows, her dark eyes glinting with an odd humor. She unlooses a whip slightly from one paw, letting it drag casually. Leaning against a pillar, her fangs show slightly as she watches, anticipating. (n/t) (10-Feb-01 22:14:33) Vizon ducks from side to side, grinning and throwing mock punches at the hare. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:12:11) Mohok charges in, hitting Vizon in the stomach with his head and lifting him off his feet. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:13:51) "Whoa - ho!" The mink grimaces and twists around until he has Mohok around the neck. He pulls the hare back by the neck. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:15:33) Her eyebrows raise in a sort of wry delight. Violence gives her a sort of cold rush, can't deny it. Wouldn't mind doing some of her own. (n/t) (10-Feb-01 22:21:46) Gags and gropes at the mink's wrists, then with a grunt and a heave, he flips Vizon over onto his back. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:19:59) Vizon hits the floor with an "umph" and rolls back up to his feet, grinning and breathing hard, but ready to go again... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:22:07) Runs at Vizon, head down again. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:27:23) Grabs him around the torso to throw him to the side using his own momentum... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:28:43) Sets his long strong leg out and pivots, spinning Vizon around as well so that they both fall to the floor... (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:32:57) They collapse in a heap and Vizon sits up and mock punches the hare in the face a few times making sound effects to emphasize... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:35:28) Sits up laughing, "All right...I've had enough....yeesh...is it just me or did someone throw a dozen logs on the fire?" He flaps the edges of his open shirt, fanning himself and panting. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:37:32) ************ Vizon grins and stands, then helps his friend up, "I think I'll get a cold one....how 'bout you?" Saturday, 10-Feb-01 22:39:34 207.14.63.108 writes: Vizon Click here to reply Replies: Sighs, and nods, still panting, "Yeah...yeah...." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:42:00) "hi again" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 22:44:49) "Oh hi Tarkers!" He says through a grin, still breathing hard. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:47:16) The mink returns with two cold beers...both blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 22:49:28) "Wow...I feel special..." The hare grins at the mink and accepts the blackbark. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 22:52:03) *the hare points further down the board* "Hargeis problems it seems, wot...for me that is" (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 22:51:08) They both stand where they are, watching... (n/t) (Vizon & Mohok) (10-Feb-01 23:14:44) The two return to their table and set it back right-side-up. Vizon slumps into his seat, "Well.....that was uneventful..." Mohok nods, "Yeah...I was kind of hoping for some action..." (n/t) (Vizon & Mohok) (10-Feb-01 23:21:56) *Tarkers sits down next to them* "Hmm, I'm thinking some action will take place at the Sentinels before all is well..." (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 23:30:43) "So what's up? Who was that and why was there 'almost' a conflict?" The hare leans back in his chair letting his paws dangle off the edges of the armrests. (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 23:33:02) It was Hargeis. She's a polecat. Murdered a squirrel and turned up at the Sentinels... (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 23:44:45) Vizon perks up at this, "Hargeis? The murderer? That was her?" (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 23:49:00) *the hare nods* "Yeah, she posted it up on our MB. The squirrel called Fiahra or something, tried to help and Hargeis slit her throat, then stabbed her through the eye (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 23:51:21) Then this stark raving squirrel showed up wanting to kill Hargeis because she was a polecat, or something...Hargeis told the squirrel she was a ferret...the squirrel said he didn't mind, then dylan grabbed him in aheadlock. Anyway, I'll see ya around. bye (n/t) (Tarkers) (10-Feb-01 23:55:42) "That was that murdering ferret that killed that unarmed mouse and tried to kill Fiarah..." He shakes his head, "Something needs to be done. There is no justice here." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Feb-01 23:56:18) *the hare salutes the beasts present* "Toodle-pip, ole beans, wot! See ya around!" Tarkers Click here to reply Replies: "Yeah...toot and poop to you too old bean." (n/t) (Mohok) (10-Feb-01 23:54:07) ************ The hare finishes off the beer and grins, Sunday, 11-Feb-01 00:09:00 207.14.63.196 writes: "Excellent stuff, Rok. I might have to sneak some when your back is turned now....heh heh - just kidding! I'm KIDDING! Okay?" Mohok Click here to reply Replies: "You'd better be..." Vizon gives him a steady look, the edges of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:10:09) "Yeesh...you act like you've swallowed a handfull of hedgehog quills sometimes, Vizon...lighten up...why do you have to be so serious all the time?" (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:11:29) "What, you don't think I have a sense of humor?" Vizon leans his chair back, allowing his knees to catch the edge of the table before he falls over backwards. He grins. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:13:18) "Well...you act stiff enough... I bet that if some beast hit you with a pie as a joke you'd try to cut them up with your sword..." He smirks. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:16:41) Vizon's face falls and he begins to study a burning torch with interest, recalling such an incident some time ago with "the doombunnies".... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:18:19) A loud laugh coughs from Mohok's throat, "HA! That really happened didn't it? Wow! I was just making that up! I can't believe it - who hit you with a pie???" He grins from ear to ear, leaning forward. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:20:20) "I didn't say anybeast hit me with a pie. What are you talking about?" Vizon tries to look indignant. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:22:51) ************ *Starlight walks in alone* Saturday, 10-Feb-01 23:46:29 216.51.102.159 writes: *she walks in clad in a deep green dress. She eyes the beasts in the hall, not searching for any in paticular. She makes her way to da couch and flops down on it. She reveals a small book from inside a leather pouch. SHe looks at it, but dares not read it. SHe scans the room once more.* Starlight Click here to reply Replies: do you not think that it should be particular in stead of paticular? (n/t) (11-Feb-01 00:01:33) Yes, I believe so... (n/t) (Star) (11-Feb-01 00:08:11) *she stands up, a tear glistening on her cheek. SHe grumbles* I don't see why I come here anymore. (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:22:04) "Whoa...somebody's having a bad day I'd say..." The hare gestures at Starlight with his chin... (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:24:42) The mink looks over his shoulder, then turns back to Mohok with a shrug and a frown, "I never know what to do when females do that... They act like they want to be left alone, but then they don't....it's confusing..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:27:26) "That's cause you're an insensitive jerk..." He grins then stands, "Maybe I can do something....after all females have a thing for...me..." He grins, his eyes squinting. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:29:47) "Heh...you wish..." The mink smiles to himself, leans an elbow against the back of his seat and watches. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:31:46) *she glares at the beast, though she knows him not. Slowly the glare is replaced by a forced smile. She walks over to him, nodding to him and Vizon.* Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a good day either. (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:30:58) "What is troubling you my dear?" the hare says eloquently - an attitude that contrasts highly with his vertically spiked mane of gray fur that runs from between his ears and down the length of his neck. One ear looks as though somebeast took a nice big bite from it and his shirt hangs open revealing a well-muscled torso. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 00:34:41) *she pulls herself a chair and takes a sits near the two beasts. Slowly she fingers the diamond ring on her finger, more out of habit then anything* Oh, it's just that whenever I come here, I never seem to have any friends. The only other beasts I ever talk to anymore is my fiance. *she blushes at the thought of all she had just said, and to complete strangers too! * (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:41:53) Vizon, amused that he's been drawn into this at all looks surprised as a thought occurs to him, "Wait a sec....are you Tuhor's fiance?" (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 00:45:55) *she looks aghast* No! I'm Stemstripes fiance. (OOC: I think her name is Stardust....) (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:50:40) "Oh..." (OOC: Sorry...kind of difficult when I don't even know what kind of creature you are... Let's just pretend he didn't say that...because you are not a wildcat, right? So it'd be obvious.) (n/t) (VR) (11-Feb-01 00:56:32) (OOC: yeah, that was my fault. Should have mentioned it. GTG, bye VR and Mohok who I think has left....) (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:59:44) *she stands up suddenly, looking around for her bag* I must leave. *she finds it burried under a pile of sorts and leaves the hall* (OOC: In other words, parental units say that I must get off or i'll be grounded forever.) (n/t) (Starlight) (11-Feb-01 00:58:03) ************ He waves her off and then sits back down across from Vizon. Sunday, 11-Feb-01 01:04:38 207.14.63.196 writes: "So who hit you with a pie?" Mohok Click here to reply Replies: "Stop patronizing me!" The mink growls. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:07:01) "You're avoiding my question! That only proves it's truth, my friend!" The hare leans against the back of his chair, arms hooked loosely around the edges. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:09:50) The mink sighs heavily, putting a paw to his forehead and leaning against the table..., "A stupid old hare." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:12:34) "Ha ha haha hahahahaha!" The hare laughs loudly, slapping the table, "An old hare???" He laughs a little more then straightens, eyes still laughing, "And did you chop her up into pieces, Vizon?" (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:18:00) "Sort of....I cut off her whiskers..." He smiles a little... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:19:01) "Do you cut off every beasts' whiskers? You do that a lot, don't you?" He touches a paw to his own whiskers consienciously (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:25:25) He looks up curiously at the fox that just entered the hall then answers with a shrug, "It usually works...gets my point across and they usually leave me alone..." He turns and looks back at the hare, "But there are always exceptions...." He looks into his empty mug, deciding whether to stay and drink another or call it a night... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:28:15) **************** * a gray fox enters and orders a drink* Sunday, 11-Feb-01 01:22:01 207.14.63.197 writes: *He takes his drink and sits down at an unocupied table and looks around to see if there is anybeast familiar* Zex Acera Click here to reply Replies: The mink stands and stretches, addressing the gray hare, "Want another drink? It's getting kinda late..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:30:20) *the fox takes a swig of his drink* I am sorry Mis'er but wer yah talkin' to me? (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:33:01) "Nah...I'm not really that thirsty...but I'll stick around." The hare looks over at the fox. He does not recognize the creature, but then again, he does not recognize most creatures at the Sali... (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:32:14) well hello tah both oh yer. (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:34:37) "Uh...nope." He makes his way to the bar, "But I suppose I can get you something while I'm back here....if it's not too complicated...." Mugs clink as he searches for a clean one or two... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:35:42) Thank yeh but I already got one. *holds up his mug of seaweed grog* So how is ev'ry thang? (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:38:57) Since Vizon seems preoccupied, Mohok takes the initiative, "Oh just peachy!" He says over-enthusiatically, letting his arms dangle behind him as he slouches and smirks. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:41:19) good tah hear. What do you fellers do arround this time oh night. *takes a droght of his drink* (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:43:51) "Drink....fight....stare blankly at the wall..." The hare rubs his eyes with one paw and yawns, scratching his ribs. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:45:41) The gray hare with the vertically spiked head fur shouts over to the mink, "Actually, Vizon - I could use something to give me a bit o' vigor..." (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:47:18) Sounds like fun. *looks to see if Vison is going to join them* (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:48:34) "As ye please sire!" the mink curtsies sarcastically and dumps a quarter bottle of hell's fire whiskey into a tankard. (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:49:36) He pours himself a mug of blackbark and makes his way over to the awaiting hare, "Now don't you move a finger! I'll bring it to you on a silk cushion your highness..." He grins and slams the tankard in front of the hare with a laugh, "That'll set you alight, me thinks...heh heh..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 01:52:18) gives a wink and a hearty seabeast's laugh at Vison* Har, I likes your style. (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 01:54:00) "Hmm..." the hare eyes the drink skeptically, then takes a sip. He coughs, "Whew...did I really say you didn't have a sense of humor?" The hare blinks back tears as his eyes water. (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 01:55:20) "Oh....are you going to cry now?" Vizon laughs... (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 02:07:05) "Ha ha...." The hare leans back in his chair, pushing the mug away... (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 02:12:13) Enough for you heh? *starts to reach for the tankard but stops* May I? (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 02:14:40) (shrugs) "Sure..." He shoves the drink toward the fox... (n/t) (Mohok) (11-Feb-01 02:18:25) *The fox sniffs the brandy before deciding whether to drink or not* Mmmmm... *he grabs the tankard greedily and swills the whole thing* ~smack~ Ahhhh... *a slight tear formes at the bottom of his right eye* Great stuff. Only problem now is gettin' tah sleep tonight. *smiles* (n/t) (Zex) (11-Feb-01 02:22:43) Well, *coughs almost inaudibly* I had best be headin' that way. *stands up and begins to walk toward the door* (n/t) (zex) (11-Feb-01 02:33:40) (OOC: Sorry I took so long...distractions and crappy internet service...) BIC: "Well...guess I'd better get going too..." (n/t) (Vizon) (11-Feb-01 02:41:15) May the wind forever blow in your sails. (n/t) (Zex (gone)) (11-Feb-01 02:42:50) ******************

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Quix Compilation

A squirrel walks in silently. He wears no shirt, only a pair of breeches that are worn and ragged, unraveling at the knees. Thursday, 10-Aug-2000 12:28:56 Message: 207.14.63.214 writes: Sits quietly at the bar. Any beast who watches him can see that his jaw is clenching and unclenching, his paws straining so much that the veins have risen. His eyes are wide and he seems to be living in another world - he doesn't look around at all. His breath is short and forced, as if he's just run ten miles to get here. Quix Click here to reply Replies: *the short brown squirrel maid looks over from her table, grinning* You know, if I were you I'd walk around the building, your muscles will seize up on ye (n/t) (Fae) (10-Aug-2000 12:30:46) The sides of his mouth twitch and his breath comes harder, his paws clench into fists and he continues to stare straight ahead at nothing. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:32:22) *walks up to the squirrel* Um, sir? Are you ok? Cause you don't look it... (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 12:31:11) *thinks of what Senna taught her, and grabs a canteen of water and dumps it on his head* (n/t) (Fae) (10-Aug-2000 12:34:10) **walks up** Um, you probably don't want to provoke him... (n/t) (Lightfoot) (10-Aug-2000 12:37:23) Suddenly he grabs Avion by the shirt collar - "They - they - they - they're dead!" His face is pale, his eyes looking at her but not really. He begins to yell at her, "They're dead! All of them! ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD!!!!!!" (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:35:48) He begins to shake her, repeating himself, "They're dead! They're all dead! All of them!" (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:37:42) *takes his hands of her shirt* Who's dead? *scoots a few feet away from him, so he can't grab her again* (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 12:39:09) Tears streaming down his face he falls to his knees and begins to laugh, "I saw her and her eyes - they were open - she had her tongue sticking out like she was making fun of me! But she was DEAD! Hahahahahahahaha! He rolls onto his side, the maniacal grin falling from his face. He curls into a ball and begins to moan, "All dead....all of them......." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:42:22) *stays a few feet away* Um.. I think he needs help. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 12:45:31) He starts to cry and begins to scratch gashes down the lengths of his arms with his claws, seemingly oblivious to this self-destruction. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:47:59) *Runs over to him trying to stop him from killing himself* Stop! Stop it! Your hurting yourself! (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 12:51:23) He stops and looks up at her, holding his trembling, bleeding arms in front of him, "They're all dead......." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 12:53:53) *A female squirrel walks up.* My sister was like this when our father was... *pauses, a look of pain on her face.* All I could do was wait. (n/t) (Noima) (10-Aug-2000 12:57:20) * Um.. I understud that. Could you tell me WHO is dead? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 12:56:15) "All of them," he says emptilly, "Mom, Dad, Tiva, Alya, Baharia, Clao, ,.....all of them." He begins to wring his paws, groaning, and sinks his claws deep into his wrist... (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:00:38) Well, Nioma, if you say that, it must be true. Here, *hands her some bandages* help me with his arms. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:00:42) *slaps his hands playfully* Stop that. We have enough to bandage already. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:03:33) *Starts to help* She wasn't this bad though... (n/t) (Noima) (10-Aug-2000 13:05:28) He grimaces and slams his head back against the floor, going limp and staring despondently at the ceiliing. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:06:52) "Clao....Clao was okay - no cuts or gashes - he was fine. I tried to help him to his feet, but then I saw the back of his head.................." He closes his eyes and bites his lip. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:10:08) I have a bad feeling about this.*finishes her arm and waits for Nioma* Are you ok now sir? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:08:28) "Okay, yes - he was okay......Clao was okay.....I tried to help him to his feet......." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:12:31) I know. Are there any healers maybe if they had a sleeping potion... (n/t) (Noima) (10-Aug-2000 13:10:51) I don't think that would help. He would have horrible nightmares. He shouldn't sleep right after something like this. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:15:23) For once the squirrel is silent. He only stares up at the ceiling, tears running down the sides of his head. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:18:20) *Meadowstar and Mistyrose look horrified at the limp squirrel* Mistyrose: *she turns to Avion and Noima* Is he... dead? (n/t) (Meadowstar and Mistyrose) (10-Aug-2000 13:19:32) "All of them..." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:21:33) No. I think his family was murdered. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:23:17) Help me lay him down on the couch. He shouldn't lay on the floor. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:25:20) "No no NO!" He begins to struggle. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:31:31) *She quickly puts him on the couch* What's wrong? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:35:26) As soon as she releases him he calms down. His breathing slows and he closes his eyes... (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:37:38) After a few minutes his eyes open again and he sits up, smiling, "Oh man - I'd better get home - Mom's gonna skin me alive if I'm late again..." He moves to stand. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:41:15) *smiles* Well, since he's asleep, I might as well leave him alone.*she sit's beside him for a minute, then gets up and runs up to the rafters* (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:42:33) Stands up and walks toward the door... (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:49:55) A young grey squirrel walks in. He wears worn breeches and has bandages wrapped around both arms.... Thursday, 10-Aug-2000 13:22:53 Message: 207.14.63.236 writes: He wanders around in circles and finally sits at the bar. He has blood on his paws. Quix Click here to reply Replies: *spots him from the rafters and comes down* Are you alright now? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:24:40) Looks up at her and rolls his eyes, "Those flys are really getting to be a problem....they just won't go away...." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:28:14) Excuse me? Um, I don't think I've told you my name. I'm Avion. The one who badaged your arms? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:34:30) "Oh ha ha ha!" He lifts his arms, "You did this? I just can't remember..." He tips his head and leans it against one paw, smearing his cheek with the blood. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:36:43) *looks confused and concerned at the same time*I had help, but yes I did that. Are you feeling ok? Your acting drunk. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:40:00) "Oh no - I don't drink. Mom would kill me if she ever found out..." he grins and shakes his head. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:41:24) "Besides - what kind of example would that make me for Tiva and Alya?" (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:45:10) I thought your mom was*looks hesitant* I thought she was dead? (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:44:26) He snuffs a laugh, "Yeah - too many flies. You know how to keep flies away? Mom's having the worst time with them..." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:46:57) *feels his head* Oh my gosh! Your burning up!*sits him down on the couch* Stay here. ill go get an icepack. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 13:52:40) "Okay...but I feel fine, really." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:54:43) As he waits, he begins to pick at the bandage on one arm, unraveling it contemplatively... (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 13:58:17) *returns and puts the icepack on his head* *slaps his hand playfully* Stop that. That's there for a reason. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 14:00:40) "Oh, sorry......hey that's cold...." He sits, his lips pursed together and looks around without moving his head. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 14:03:07) *The racoon looks over hesitantly at the young squirrel. She runs over the things he says in her mind and flips through a small book, looking for a blank page. When she does she quickly writes down his actions and does a quick, rough sketch of how he looks, squinting her eyes, not sure if he has what she fears he may.* (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 14:07:24) *laughs* Ofcourse it's cold. It's supossed to help get your fever down. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 14:07:44) "Do you know how to get rid of flies? Terrible pests...." Looks up at her hopefully. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 14:10:41) Um, well, if I guess well, *looks like she doesn't want to say this*in your case, I would get rid of the dead bodies. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 14:16:47) The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, then he sits up straight and smiles, "Hey, I heard there's a plant called citranella or something that flies don't like - do you know where I could get one for mom's birthday next week?" (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 14:20:18) *She hears the young squirrel's words and turns her head from the racoon near her. Yes, I think he has got it. I can't remember if there's anything that can cure this....bah, as if I could think of any healing botanicals....She observes Quix for a few moments. Probably be best just to humor him for a bit....She mutters something to the other racoon and walks toward the squirrel, dropping a few sticks of incense before him and mumbles in a low voice.* This should last you a few nights. Just burn it. (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 14:29:32) No, I've never heard of it. (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 14:30:43) "Thanks!" He grins and picks up the incense, "Maybe now she won't be so mad at me for coming home late last night...." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 14:32:48) *She pauses and then looks behind her shoulder, a strange sort of grin playing about her lips.* What's your name? How old are you? *Maybe this will tell me how deeply it's in his system and mind....* (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 17:40:16) "I'm Quix. Glad to meet you." He extends a bloody paw. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 17:44:11) *OOC* I'm not sure how to write age....he'd be 16 in human years.... (n/t) (Quix OOC) (10-Aug-2000 17:46:26) * finally decides ,after watching her for awhile, that she's here to help* (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 17:46:41) *She stares at his paw for a few moments. If I can get a few drops of the blood I could confirm what he has, but.... She shakes his paw, a few drops of crimson on her own paw. She quickly opens her book and, not even looking at the page, quickly wipes her paw on it, then pretends as if she just did that absent-mindedly, fumbling through other pages of the book.* Likewise, Master Quix. Er, where do you and your mother reside? (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 17:49:57) OOC: Besides the usage of the word "paw" too often in that sentence.... (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 17:51:26) He thinks a moment, "Um...kinda between Mossflower and Salamandastron." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 17:53:38) *The same cheerful smile remains on her face, though she curses on the inside. Hellsteeth! Between Mossflower and Salamandastron....there are endless places! But how could I expect him to give me the right location in his, er, state. She looks up at Avion for a moment as if wanting to ask her something, then looks back at Quix.* What a coincidence! That 'tis the same place my lair lays. *She pauses, realizing the very air where Quix lives could be infested.* Er, the sun's beginning to set, isn't it? I happen to live very very near, er, why don't you stay with me for the night? I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind at all if it were just one night, I'll go with you back home in the morning to explain to her about the situation and er....*She pauses, realizing it may not be good for him to even stay with her, though a large part of her wishes to observe his behavior.* What do you say, Master Quix? Do we have a deal? (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 17:59:52) OOC: And just so you know, Brian Jacques said in an interview that one season for the creatures in Redwall was equvalent to a human year. (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 18:02:22) "Uh.....I suppose...." He looks to Avion nervously, "I think she'd understand." (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 18:03:04) OOC: I've got to go, you can e-mail me at frost@yours.com if you want. (n/t) (Hotaru) (10-Aug-2000 18:06:00) *OOC* Okay, I'll go too then. *BIC* Quix follows Hotaru, arms swinging at his side. (n/t) (Quix) (10-Aug-2000 18:09:05) *looks back at him, not knowing what to say.* (n/t) (Avion) (10-Aug-2000 18:06:32) ********************* A scrawny grey squirrel walks in with a skip. Saturday, 19-Aug-2000 23:33:23 Message: 207.14.63.241 writes: "Hello!" Quix Click here to reply Replies: Hullo! (n/t) (TWW) (19-Aug-2000 23:36:36) "Hello - Have you seen Alya or Tiva? Those two have gone and wondered off again...Mom'll have my tail if I lose 'em again!" (n/t) (Quix) (19-Aug-2000 23:39:35) I'm sorry, I haven't seen them. (n/t) (TWW) (19-Aug-2000 23:44:46) "Oh well that's too bad." He shakes his head, chuckling, "That Tiva - always pulling my tail and then climbing away just as I turn around.....such a little teaser - always sticking out her tongue and running before you can catch her..." He chuckles and covers his eyes with a paw, shaking his head...the laughter seeming overdone. (n/t) (Quix) (19-Aug-2000 23:48:15) *Smiles lightly* can you tell us what they look like, if we see her, we'll bring them to you. (n/t) (TWW) (19-Aug-2000 23:54:24) (OOC: Oh - sorry - thought you left.....ahem....) BIC: "Oh Tiva's about yea high with soft silvery fur and a purple dress and Alya WAS wearing her new light blue tunic she got from Baharia, but they tore that off so now she's just got a white liddle slip with red spots." (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:13:20) He taps a finger on his chin thoughtfully, "Actually they're more like splotches than spots..." (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:18:27) (OOC: Phooey. Guess I took too long.) BIC: Quix suddenly runs out the door for no apparent reason. (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:33:48) Alright, if we see them, we'll bring them to you (n/t) (TWW) (20-Aug-2000 00:33:35) Oh, so you are here after all! Okay, I'll stick around - ignore that last post. (n/t) (Quix (OOC)) (20-Aug-2000 00:34:53) "Thanks!" He brightens, but then he whispers aside, "Thanks." He grins and begins to skip around the room aimlessly, "Tivaaaaaa! Alyaaaaa!" (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:38:14) (ooc) sorry , you took so long, I thought you left, so I left for a bit I came back to see who was here and noticed you posted a reply (bic) (n/t) (TWW) (20-Aug-2000 00:37:15) Finally after singing the names and skipping in circles he gets tired and sits on the floor, rocking back and forth whispering rhythmatically, "Tiiiiva, Alyyyya, Tiiiiiiva, Alyyyyyya, Tiiiiva, Alyyyya......" (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:44:22) Are you alright? (n/t) (TWW) (20-Aug-2000 00:48:34) He begins to study his forearms. There are deep gouging slashes down their length alongside some healed scars of the same sort. He begins to pick at the scabbing welts, still humming the syllables of the names to himself. (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:51:37) He soon succeeds in re-opening a wound and continues to scratch at them even as blood begins to run down his arm and drip off his elbow onto his worn breeches. (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:54:53) *Kneeles down beside him* Quix, are you alright? (n/t) (Fiarah, of TWW) (20-Aug-2000 00:53:50) Looks up momentarilly, "Hmmm? Yup." He continues to sway and hum. (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:56:20) He stops suddenly, sitting up straight and snapping his fingers, "Oh! Hey - have you seen Tiva and Alya?" (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 00:57:30) Quix, stop that! (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 00:56:46) You asked me that 5 minutes ago andI said no. (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:00:53) He sighs and shakes his head, "Those flies are the worst they've been all year." (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 01:00:54) Quix, let me see your arm a sec alright? (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:03:06) Shrugs and holds out his arm, then upon seeing the freshly opened gouge he lifts it close to his eyes and stares intently, "I bleed....." (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 01:07:02) yeah, you bleed, now give me your arm (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:08:44) Quix laughs a little, "Sorry - it's an inside joke." He extends his wrist to Fiarah again, "I was thinking maybe I should buy a hat for Clao to cover up the back of his head - then no one would see it." (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 01:11:04) *speaks to him while inspecting his arm* great idea, I bet he'd love it. *opens her healers pouch* now hold still this will hurt *pulls out a needle and some stiching thread* you need stiches. (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:15:48) "Hey - my mom - she sews too. Maybe you can get together some time..........ow!" (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 01:18:30) *laughs slightly* I don't do sewing like the kind your mom does, unless she's a healer also *finishes up the stitches on his arm and wraps the arm with a bandage* (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:22:16) "Hee hee hee hee hee hee!" He grins. Then he stands and brushes off his dusty breeches, "Hey - have you seen Tiva and Alya? (n/t) (20-Aug-2000 01:26:37) *her brow knits* why don't you go home and if we see them we'll send them home alright? (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:29:36) "Oh they're good kids...they'll show up I'm sure." He begins to leave but pauses, "Oh yeah - know where I can get a hat?" (n/t) (Quix) (20-Aug-2000 01:31:40) Here *tosses him a baseball cap* (ooc) I gotta go email me if you want. (n/t) (Fiarah) (20-Aug-2000 01:33:51) ************** Quix continues to return home to his dead family, convincing himself in his madness that they are alive and well...but he keeps remarking to beasts at the Sali about his pest problem with flies... He visits the Sali many more times, ranting about his family – repeating himself many atime, and at one point almost gets someone to come home with him (Skeeth), but they do not make it all the way… His madness grows for weeks and weeks. He begins to lose weight and hair, but no beast seems to realize exactly what his problem is aside from hunger and perhaps sickness. ************** (much much later…) A young squirrel stumbles into the hall laughing to himself... Friday, 06-Oct-00 23:32:11 207.14.63.69 writes: His eyes are sunken and appear overlarge for his thin, hollow-cheeked face. His fur is falling out in places leaving his bare skin exposed for all to look upon. His arms are bloody (seemingly from self-inflicted scratches), and he smells strongly of decay... Quix Click here to reply Replies: **A young female squirrel runs so fast she tripped over herself**Oh Hey there! (n/t) (Chex) (06-Oct-00 23:38:33) **the squirrel walks up** Hey, I think you need some help! You smell funny too**takes off her healing bag**You OK? (n/t) (Abbatia De'Aberro) (06-Oct-00 23:43:04) "Hee hee hee.....hi...." He grins broadly, his sunken eyes staring at her unblinkingly. (n/t) (Quix) (06-Oct-00 23:43:10) "I - I can't seem to find Tiva and Alya - they've gone and run off again!!!!" (n/t) (Quix) (06-Oct-00 23:45:19) **scraches her head** Well anyway thats great ! I have to go **turns around and walks out backwords** (n/t) (Chex) (06-Oct-00 23:44:58) Ummmm sit down please,before you hurt yourself. you have bloody arms...they might fall off . You're not blinking correctly either...ok (n/t) (Abbatia) (06-Oct-00 23:47:09) He sits on the floor and stares up at her with a grin, his entire body trembling... (n/t) (Quix) (06-Oct-00 23:49:51) Ok, I'm gonna give you this stuff that knocks you out half way, so you won't feel pain. Take a deep breath and count to 100 (n/t) (Abbatia) (06-Oct-00 23:53:50) Uh - okay! One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten....eleeeeven....tweeelve....thurteeeen...fourteen...fifteen....sixteen.... (n/t) (Quix) (06-Oct-00 23:55:31) seventeen....eighteen...niiiiineteen...twenteee...twenty-one...twenty-two.... (n/t) (06-Oct-00 23:56:50) **cleans his bloody fur and apllies bandages and herbs carefully** (n/t) (Abbatia) (06-Oct-00 23:57:26) twenty-three...twenty-four...twenty-five...twenty-six...twenty-seven...twenty-eight...twenty-niiiine...thirty! (n/t) (Quix) (06-Oct-00 23:59:18) thirty-one...thirty-two...thirty-threeee...thirty-four...thirty-five...thirty-sixssssss...thirty-seeeeven.......... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 00:01:55) **pats the last bandage and smiles** There done, should fall asleep for awhile now....... (n/t) (Abbatia) (07-Oct-00 00:01:39) thirty-eight...thirty-niiiiiiiine....fourteeeee! Forty-one...forty-twooooooo..........forty.....threeeeeeee............forty.................forty...........forty.............forteeeeeeeee............four? ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 00:03:38) **pours a strange-smelling liquid down his throught** That should make you feel better when you wake up (n/t) (Abbatia) (07-Oct-00 00:07:53) (choke - gag - gugle) He coughs the liquid out of his lungs and onto her feet, gasping and sputtering... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 00:09:32) Got to Go, hope you get better and drink this every day only once**hands him a package** (n/t) (Abbatia) (07-Oct-00 00:14:38) Crawls across the dance hall floor, drooling the liquid in his stupor. Finally he collapses, stretched out across the floor as his frail body succumbs to the sleeping potion... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 00:24:57) A small, scrany squirrel crawls stiffly out from under a table... His arms are wrapped in bandages and his fur is thin and falling out in places. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 15:29:35) oops, sorry - "scrawny". (n/t) (Quix, OOC) (07-Oct-00 15:30:34) (No subject) (n/t) (07-Oct-00 15:37:57) *A small red fox kit waddles over to him and plops down at his feet* HEWWO! (n/t) (Riskash) (07-Oct-00 15:38:47) Thought you were "still here"... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 15:38:34) WE ARE! (n/t) (MAD BADGER) (07-Oct-00 15:40:59) Quix looks at the fox confusedly, his eyes wide in their sunken sockets and his entire body succumbing to fits of trembling... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 15:41:00) *A black female squirrel walks over to him, she grabs Riskash, and tosses him to Warstripe* Sorry about Riskash, he's always like that.... *watchs him shiver* Are you alright?! (n/t) (Seppalal) (07-Oct-00 15:46:23) "I....I can't....seem to find.....Tiva and Alya........they've gone and and run off again!" He grins briefly, but it seems false. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 15:51:07) Who are they? Oh, by the way; my name is Seppalla. (n/t) (Seppalla) (07-Oct-00 15:57:39) "Mom's gonna kill me if she finds out I've lost them again..." He chuckles and shakes his hollow-cheeked head. His fingers stray absent mindedly to the bandages and pick at them... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 15:59:39) Who are they? (n/t) (Seppalla) (07-Oct-00 16:01:24) "They're...they're......" his face twitches slightly, "My sisters..." he smiles. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:03:32) Oh. How old are they? (n/t) (Seppalla) (07-Oct-00 16:04:52) "Uh...." He squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth, "Six n' seven..." he opens his eyes, "Tiva...she's so silly...always sticking out her tongue at me..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:09:24) *smiles* They sound adorible! Um... how did you get all those injuries? (n/t) (Seppalla) (07-Oct-00 16:11:48) "Clao's okay..." He nods more to himself than Seppalla... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:11:18) *smiles* who's that? (n/t) (Seppalal) (07-Oct-00 16:14:24) Runs his claws up and down the bandages for a few minutes then looks up, "What injuries?" (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:13:35) The bandades... where did they come from? (n/t) (Sepp) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) *shrugs* (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:17:02) *nods* You don't want to tell me, do you? (n/t) (Sepp) (07-Oct-00 16:19:03) He sits down on the floor and covers his head with his paws, "I don't know!" (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:21:04) *puts a arm around him* It's ok, (n/t) (Sepp) (07-Oct-00 16:22:57) He begins to whimper and rock, tears streaming down his face. Then he leans his head against her shoulder, shuddering... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:26:22) Walks away and curls up in a corner of the hall. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 16:51:22) Stands.... Saturday, 07-Oct-00 16:59:26 207.14.63.94 writes: The small squirrel, ribs protruding, cheeks sunken, walks up to the bar and picks up a mug. He stares at it for a moment, then releases it and it shatters across the floor. Quix Click here to reply Replies: He squats among the pieces and selects a long, pointed shard. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:03:05) **The tomcat watches him with utter curriosity and a little disgust. Never taking his eyes from the squirrel, he sips from his own mug, whiskers twitching** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:04:21) He peels back the bandages on his wrists, revealing long scabby claw marks...... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:06:27) **As he watches in silence, his flat line of a mouth curls slowly into a tristed smirk, rather enjoying the prospects of more blood spilling** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:10:18) Takes the long, triangular shard and begins to slice it across his left wrist, inducing a satisfying spring of crimson blood to leak hotly onto the floor... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:10:44) **His eyes narrow in cruel glee and he bares his teeth slightly in his grin** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:15:42) Grasps the shard in his trembling left paw, and, with some difficulty, rakes it across his right wrist... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:17:34) *A mouse walks into the hall, immediatly spotting the tomcat and squirrel. She can't see exactly what's going on, but it's enough to make her head over.* (n/t) (Melony Dansweep) (07-Oct-00 17:16:45) Watches in morbid facination as his life drains slowly from the gaping wounds... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:19:57) **His tail swishes behind him and his eyes still glitter, but his grin turns back to a smirk at the approach of Melony** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:21:57) **follows Melony over, she too can't see what exactly's going on** (n/t) (Lylith) (07-Oct-00 17:21:53) *Upon realising there is blood flowing she recoils slightly, before pressing on, rumaging through her pack for cloth. She shudders at the self-inflicted wounds, but tries to stop the bleeding, never once saying a word, not sure she's able to.* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:24:24) Pulls back in protest, moaning about how he wants to die. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:26:21) **He sighs almost silently as his smirk fades to a line again and he returns his attention back to his drink** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:26:50) **the squirell shakes her head sadly at the beast before going to help Melony** (n/t) (Celia Stormwind) (07-Oct-00 17:28:00) *motions to Celia to hold the other squirrel still, she finishes binding his wrists, glaring silently at the tomcat* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:29:44) **He feels her eyes and silently hopes for the chance to spill blood before the day is done. Finishing his drink, he turns and leans his back to the bar, waiting** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 17:32:46) As Celia restrains him, her nostrils are filled with the stench of decay, emanating from the squirrel's thinning fur. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:34:22) **holds him still for Melony** (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 17:31:31) *Steps back once her work is done, paws covered in blood. She shivers slightly before washing them off and finally finds her voice, address the female squirrel.* Do..do you know him? (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:34:34) He clenches his jaw and contracts the muscles and tendons in his arms, but is too weak to resist any more than this. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:36:40) No, but I wonder why he wants to die. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 17:36:01) Curls up, trembling and sobbing. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:38:11) *Hesitantly at first, she wraps her arms around the crying squirrel in a hug. Her nose is assaulted by the smell of decay but she stays in place, trying gently to shush the squirrel.* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:40:17) *frowns* I wonder why.....I think I've actually seen him around before...and my friend my have even talked to him...but he'd never been in a state like this. *thinks for a moment* I wonder when or if he bothered to eat. (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:38:47) Quix remains silent aside from a few sniffs and short convulsions... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:46:46) His brow furrows with a pain that runs deeper than any physical contusion...that of the mind and soul... (n/t) (Quix) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) *Runs her hand over his thin and dying head fur, having to move her head off to side in order to breathe and not gag.* Shh...There there... (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 17:48:34) He hears her voice and clings to it for the moment...for what is left for him to care about? He has nothing but misery... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 17:59:19) **gently tries to shush him** Shhhhh, it's okay, shhh, **strokes his headfur** I wonder when he last had a bath. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:05:49) "No.....it's not okay" he whimpers, "Ther're dead. All of them..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:08:43) It's alright, you're among friends. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:07:14) Who's dead? How old are you? (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:10:14) OOC: yore char I mean BIC: **strokes his head again and gives him a hug the smell dosn't bother her because she spent a lot of her time caring for slaves, who smell much worse** (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:13:28) Closes his eyes, shaking his head. (he looks about 16 seasons, but is incredibly emanciated so that at first glance one might think him 12) (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:15:49) Would you like something to eat? Or are you determined to waste away like that? (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:18:05) He rests his cheek against the floor and stares at nothing, "I want to die..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:20:40) OOC Sorry I'm late. BIC They're not all gone. You're here, and you still have friends. *debates with herself whether or not to prod further* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 18:21:52) **pats his head** why? What can be so bad that you just want to die? (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:22:03) He turns his grief-stricken face to her, his sunken eyes amplifying his despair, "They're all dead. Murdered. I have no friends. I want to die." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:25:52) *looks into the ailing squirrel's eyes* No. They're not all dead. We are your friends. And would they want you to give up and wallow in self-pity, or would they want you to be happy again? (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 18:30:18) "Are you here out of friendship or pity? And no....I cannot live with the memories I have and the things I have done in trying to cover them up..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:34:23) I came of pity, but I stay for friendship. We have all done things we are sorry for in our lives, I am no exception. *sighs unsure how to proceed* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 18:38:29) **she looks into his eyes, she can feel his pain, her own family was murderd not long ago. Tears come to her eyes remembering it.** (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:29:34) Even though it happend, you still should go on being happy. **her eyes find his** I agree with Melony, I don't think "they" would want you to wallow in self pity all the rest of your days, I think they'd want you to continue life. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:36:15) *Walks over to Quix* Quix, what's wrong? (n/t) (Skeeth) (07-Oct-00 18:40:15) He smiles bitterly, "And do you converse with the dead then? How could you even begin to understand...I am not living...I am dying. I too, should have been there that night..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:41:31) **sighs** Quix, yer gonna 'ave ta learn that ye can't spend yer whole life dwellin' on past things. I too have burdens that seemed at a time too great for me to carry alone. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:40:58) "I'm going to have to learn to live? And tell me, when you get me smiling and up on my feet again, then what? What home have I to go to except one of death? Who have I to care for? You have your own lives - you can't possibly convince me that you will always be there by my side - unless I am once again trying to free myself from this hell you call "life"...." He sees Skeeth and gives a start, then shame contorts his features and once again he curls up upon the floor and stares at nothing... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:47:57) **sighs again** you just have to learn to share your burden, with friends, I know you probably can't imagin it right now, but it makes it easier. Trust me, It helps a lot. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:45:18) *nods slowly, letting Celia words sink in* (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 18:47:50) *He kneels(sp?) down beside Quix* Hey, what's wrong Quix? (n/t) (Skeeth) (07-Oct-00 18:51:53) "I fear you would not be near me now if you knew what I was leading you into the other night......Not only was I deceiving myself - but also you..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 18:56:18) *Cocks his head* what do you mean? (n/t) (Skeeth) (07-Oct-00 19:00:42) Quix, I know what you're going through, like I said before. I'll be your friend, and I'll always be there if you need some help. You don't have to go through this. I too know what it is like to just want to die, but if you just acc (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 18:57:54) Quix, I honestly do understand, and as Celia said, will be here if you ever need anybeast. I promise. I won't shy away. Remember that. OOC I gotta go. Until later! (n/t) (Melony) (07-Oct-00 19:01:32) He sits up... Saturday, 07-Oct-00 19:10:24 207.14.63.94 writes: He watches the mouse and squirrel walk away...He supposed they thought things were all right now. Quix, however, knew better. Nothing would ever be all right. He speaks to Skeeth, avoiding his eyes, "I...my family...my...mother...they are dead. They have been dead for a long time. It was madness on my part and there is no excuse. I just can't deal with it. Today I sought escape, but even that was denied me..." Quix Click here to reply Replies: **sighs**, Quix, If you really want to kill yourself then do it directly and fast, it'll be a lot easier on your part, if you choose not to, I GTG now but I'll be back later and If you need help I'll be there. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 19:15:19) "Great." he mutters softly to himself, "Now I feel guilty about trying to resolve my guilt...." He walks over to a chair and collapses in it, then buries his head in his arms across the table. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 19:18:13) **scribbles on a piece of parchment, as she speaks and a muffled voice.Her features dimmed from the low lighting, ** And what troubles ya m'dear? (n/t) (Juliette) (07-Oct-00 19:24:50) I didn't mean it like that, If you wish to kill yourself, I won't stop you next time. I wish you wouldn't though. Bye. (n/t) (Celia) (07-Oct-00 19:20:26) Quix lifts his head from his arms and looks about the hall sleepily. The nerves in his wrists scream their agony, but he ignores the pain. He scratches at his left temple, thinking...staring contemplatively at the blood-soaked bandages around his thin wrists. His stomach gurgles in protest at his voluntary starvation, but he ignores that as well... Saturday, 07-Oct-00 22:04:58 207.14.63.101 writes: Quix Click here to reply Replies: **From the darkest of the shadows, a pair of dark red eyes watch him with more than a passing interest** (n/t) (Moore ) (07-Oct-00 22:08:18) Silphadae slinks into view, watching the suicide attempter closely. "Forbid me if I intrude...but what has possessed you to do that?" (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:12:59) **His eyes flit between the two, more interest welling** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:15:51) Silphadae spares a moment to raise an eyebrow at the too-interested watcher. (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:21:46) **He prowls in the darkness, a cruel smirk playing on his lips and a pur-like chuckle edging on his throat. Dark eyes, dark windows into an industrious mind, full of evil thoughts** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:25:06) Silphadae makes a low, annoyed noise in her throat, completely weary and having completely enough of the 'evil and looking for trouble type' for one day. (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:29:10) **A golden gleam flickers as the beast grins, showing his single gold tooth replacement as the others dully shine white. Eyes flash and cape cracks as he strides along the wall, turning at a point and pacing in the other direction** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:34:26) She wonders, deep within her cartilage shielded soul, whether this sort of a company is attracted to her scent...the scent emenating from the scalp on her belt. (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:35:25) Keeping one bespectacled eye carefully on the pacing cat, she answers impassively, "I suppose it might offend if I ask why you caused such a mess of yourself?" (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:37:47) Quix snaps out of his transfixion and looks up at her, "Huh?" (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 22:36:09) He lays his head against his arms again and shrugs. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 22:40:08) Silphadae lays two paw digits against her scalp. Yet another headache... She supposes it is time to withdraw for the night... (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:42:08) **He gradually slows his pace and then stops, leaning against the wall, waiting** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:44:14) Silphadae lets out a silent gasp of internal pain and swiftly leaves the room. (n/t) (Silphadae) (07-Oct-00 22:47:26) **Shrugs and continues watching Quix** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:49:24) Quix listens to her leave, but remains sitting with his head resting against the table... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 22:48:58) Heaves a long, drawn out sigh and stares miserably at the cracks in the wood of the table. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 22:52:35) **Considers taking his leave of the uncomfortably quiet place** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:54:06) He slips silently into the hall and immediately disappears into the shadows, smirking.... Saturday, 07-Oct-00 22:54:20 207.14.63.101 writes: Klyo Click here to reply Replies: His glowing yellow eyes squint in a malevolent grin and then he steps out of the shadows...towards the young squirrel... (n/t) (Klyo) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) **All thoughts of leaving evaporate from his mind and he stays in his own dark place, watching** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 22:56:07) He looks over at the small, thin squirrel and chuckles to himself. He begins to draw nearer when he notices another shadow close-by... (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 22:56:11) His slitted, yellow eyes dissect the darkness easily and he makes out the form of another feline...though smaller and darker than himself..."Ahh....A fellow shadow walker...." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 22:57:35) "Or should I say...shadow stalker?" (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 22:58:37) **A whispering voice returns to him** Indeed, when one's intetions are dark, so, too must his surroundings. (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:00:24) His glowing yellow eyes squint in a malevolent grin and then he steps out of the shadows...towards the young squirrel... (n/t) (Klyo (I don't know why this posted at the top...)) (07-Oct-00 23:02:39) **He continues to stand in the shadows, though he comes a bit closer to the light** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:04:29) Quix looks up from the table at the approaching figure, seemingly unaffected by his threatening manner... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:04:44) The lynx pulls out a chair opposite the squirrel and sits. After a few moments of staring at each other, Klyo breaks the silence, "Let me tell you a story..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:06:42) "Once upon a time, there lived a family of squirrels in a small cabin off Mossflower creek. One day, as the perfect, happy family was sitting around the porch, chatting brainlessly, a dark lynx approached them..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:10:07) Quix stared at the lynx wordlessly, but his eyes grew larger as the story continued... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:11:30) **He listens intently from where he stands, and as he sees where this is going, a cruel smirk crosses his face** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:12:05) The family stared at him in their typical aloof way. They were the perfect happy family? What could possibly spoil their joyful bliss?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, a smile spreading across his features. (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:14:25) **He bares his teeth slightly in ill-gotten humor** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:16:36) The lynx leans forward, his scarred face leering, "Of course, to the lynx, they were like fat, stuffed partridges sitting on a fence, just waiting to be stalked. He first approached the father, who, realistically, would be the largest threat..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:17:41) Quix's mouth opens slightly as the "story" unfolds, and his heart starts to race... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:19:41) "The lynx just so happens to have a nice, blunt club that he found around back at the woodshed...he first takes out the large male squirrel, dealing a crushing blow to his head. Of course, this was unexpected, and the rest of the homey family started running about screaming..." He chuckles... (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:22:16) A look of absolute horror begins to settle across Quix's face and he starts shaking his head in disbelief - "No..." he whispers, "no..." (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:23:51) **His blood colored eyes fly skyward, a blissfull smile on his face as though the young squirrel's distress is a heart-warming thing** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:27:21) "YES!" Klyo grins, his eyes widening hungrily, feeding on the squirrel's fear and shock, "Next was the old one - easily dispatched with a crack of his spine. Next - the female..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:26:51) "NO!" Quix yells and begins to recoil in his chair... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:27:50) "First the legs to immobilize her...he would finish her later...let her squirm. He had to stop the others before they escaped. For now, his only intent was to incapacitate them. The small females were rather stupid because they did not run very far before returning - owed, most likely, to the mother's moans..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:31:00) Quix begins to sob, bringing his paws to his wide-eyed face... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:32:49) **He takes a pace or two to either side, revelling in the rise of bloodlust** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:34:37) "Soon they all layed groaning about like overstuffed swine with belly-aches. The lynx now had as much time as he desired to see just how loud he could make them scream..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:34:54) "NOOO!!!" Quix screams and throws himself across the table, clawing and reaching for the lynx's throat. (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:37:42) **His whisper of a voice barely seems to be a sound at all** I do love a good story... (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:39:25) Klyo stands and laughs at the squirrel's pitiful attempts to kill him. He reaches over and grasps the squirrel by one bloody wrist, digging a clawed thumb into the self-inflicted gouge... (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:40:17) The pain stings so intensely that all Quix can do is scream and fold up under the grip, tears streaming down his hollow cheeks... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:42:34) **He joins in the laughter, taking great delight in the show** (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:45:42) "Ha ha ha! You scream like your little sisters did when I slit their pretty little throats..." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:44:26) Quix chokes out one more "No...." then collapses to his knees, his shaking head spasming and twitching... (n/t) (Quix) (07-Oct-00 23:47:06) Klyo drops the limp arm and laughs, then gives the squirrel a swift, strong kick in the ribs with a sneerin grin. (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:49:36) **His laughter winds down to an occational chuckle, his twisted grin ever-present** A wonderful tale, I must say. (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:51:47) He leaves the squirrel coughing blood and gasping and turns to Moore with a grin, "Thankyou..." His eyes narrow slightly as an idea crosses his mind, "Perhaps...we should get together sometime and have some real fun." (n/t) (Klyo) (07-Oct-00 23:54:05) **His eyes narrow and his grin widens. Layinghis ears back, he looks malicious in every sense** Ah, the prospect of even more wonderful stories. It sounds very appealing. (n/t) (Moore) (07-Oct-00 23:58:32) He jerks his bloody thumb toward the squirrel, "He's not worth killing......now. I like it better when my victims have a voice and a fear to spread..." (n/t) (Klyo) (08-Oct-00 00:02:24) **He cocks an eyebrow** The wisest and quickest way to gain fame... but also the quickest way to gain foes. (n/t) (Moore) (08-Oct-00 00:06:14) "Yes, well, I make it a point not to stay in one place for too long...and speaking of which, I had better move on..." (n/t) (Klyo) (08-Oct-00 00:08:05) Indeed, the hour is late and I have yet to tend my usual prowls. Perhaps we shall meet again on the morrow. I bid you good evening... and prosperous. **A final toothy grin, and he takes to the night** (n/t) (Moore) (08-Oct-00 00:11:58) Gives the convulsing squirrel one last smirk then slinks warily out into the night to crawl back into whatever dark hole he came from. (n/t) (Klyo) (08-Oct-00 00:17:20) A small squirrel, scrawny, smelly, bloody, and frayed, limps into the hall, staring straight ahead at nothing. Sunday, 08-Oct-00 21:10:41 207.14.63.111 writes: Quix Click here to reply Replies: His paws are cached with dirt, mud, and dried blood. (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:13:24) *she approaches the squirrel for the second time, guiding him to a chair* Quix? (n/t) (Melony Dansweep) (08-Oct-00 21:15:01) He sits, but says nothing....he only stares past her, his eyes filled with an almost tangible despairity... (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:17:33) His breath rasps in his lungs and his face contorts with unspeakable pain every time he coughs, but he only wipes the blood from his lips and keeps looking at nothing. (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:20:31) *She swears quietly under her breath at the beasts how caused his despair, having heard the bloody tale second hand. Fetching a bowl of water, she attempts to remove the blood and muck from the other's fur.* (n/t) (Melony Dansweep) (08-Oct-00 21:21:36) The squirrel does not respond. (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:30:53) *Bitting back tears she gets some fresh water and continues her work, knowing it will probably be undone shortly after her departure.* Quix. Answer me. I know you're in there somewhere. (n/t) (Melony) (08-Oct-00 21:38:12) He blinks slowly, and a tear falls, only to disappear into the thin fur on his face. (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:40:59) Please Quix. You can't keep it all inside. All it will do is make it worse. I know it's gruesome, I've heard the tale, but tell me. Please Quix. *finishes her work and puts the bowl and cloth aside, praying that somehow she can break through, but unsure if she can* (n/t) (Melony) (08-Oct-00 21:43:17) He coughs and retches, swiping a paw across his mouth bringing it back bloody. (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 21:52:54) *suddenly alarmed, she becomes flustered, unsure what to do* Quix, do you know what's wrong? If you do how have to tell me. Remember what Celia said. (n/t) (Melony) (08-Oct-00 21:56:25) **A tawny squirrel looks down from the raftes with concern etching her face** D'ye need any help, miss? (n/t) (Tamara) (08-Oct-00 21:58:45) *runs a paw through her head fur* I really don't know. I can't get him to talk. He's being so stuborn. *bites back a tear* I don't know what else I can do for him. (n/t) (Melony) (08-Oct-00 22:04:09) He stands and walks toward the door...he is not sure why he even came...perhaps for a last look at the life he is leaving... (n/t) (Quix) (08-Oct-00 22:03:53) Look. I can't stop you from leaving Quix, but if you're walking out to your death on purpose...well, I pray you're not. You think you have nothing? Then how do you explain people who will mourn for you. *sighs* I hope I'll see you later Quix. I honestly do. (n/t) (Melony) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) He keeps walking, thinking to himself...."they can mourn if they like, but they will get over it soon enough. I, on the other hand, should mourn forever if I stayed..." Sunday, 08-Oct-00 22:16:03

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Klyo vs. Fiarah

Klyo *still here* Saturday, 09-Dec-00 17:41:52 209.148.183.242 writes: (ooc) sorry, no intro, chars on request Tomorrow's End Click here to reply Replies: Fiarah, pleassssse......... (n/t) (Klyo Scarblade) (09-Dec-00 17:45:21) *the hairs on the back of her neck rise slightly at the sound of his voice* Klyo..... (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 17:49:30) He slips from the shadows, his dark shape gliding noiselessly towards the squirrel. His yellow eyes slant under the influence of a sinister grin. White fangs displayed, he stops in front of her, "I believe we need to finish something we started..." (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 17:54:28) He feints towards her with a hiss just to spook her, and laughs, walking around and around her... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 17:57:58) yes, we do....shall we take this outside? (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 17:57:49) "Oh!" He feins surprise, "Is this a duel then?" He smiles mockingly. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 17:59:03) yes, a dewl....*stands her ground* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:03:44) "Ssshall we head out then?" He bows, his eyes never leaving her, and gestures, "Ladies first..." (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:05:13) alright *starts to head out the door, looking over her shoulder to make sure he won't try and funny moves* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:09:11) *Stands watching Klyo from afar* (n/t) (~Xavier Bane~) (09-Dec-00 18:09:21) The lynx pauses, sniffing the air and turns his scarred face slowly until his yellow eyes meet those of Xavier. He hisses, his lip curling..... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:11:14) *Smirks*Ugly fellah' arn't ya *Grins* (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 18:13:40) (ooc) sorry, I got to go for about 30 mins, will you two still be on?) (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:12:45) (OOC: (Growls) This is not the most appropriate timing, Fiarah.... (n/t) (K's C) (09-Dec-00 18:16:25) He follows her out the door until they are out of Xavier's line of vision. Suddenly, with one swift gesture he locks his clawed hand around her throat and pins her to the outer wall of the dance hall, letting her feet dangle. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:14:05) *Follows out the door unaware of the happenings,sees what is going on*Drop her now!(She had to go for 1/2hour) (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 18:17:50) OOC: That won't work, you see, because by the time you got there, the post below should have already occurred. I will come when she is here and you are not next time. (n/t) (K's C) (09-Dec-00 18:23:21) He brings a silver blade to her throat, and grazes it about her features. His eyes waver to the hall door, though. His wariness overrides his bloodlust for the moment now, and he hisses to the squirrel, running a claw along the scar across her eyes, "I will return, Fiarah. I never like to leave a job undone..." He drops her to the ground and sprints off into the dark forest. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:20:50) Klyo Still around? (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 18:30:58) Why? (n/t) (09-Dec-00 18:33:42) (Cause Fiarahs back) (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 18:35:44) Yes, well, Klyo is gone and he's not coming back with you there. (n/t) (K's C) (09-Dec-00 18:37:25) (Fine bring him back to Fiarah and I'll leave) (n/t) (~Xaviers~Creator) (09-Dec-00 18:42:36) *turns to Xavier* I thought I told you to stay out of this... (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:40:37) *Looks at her*Ok I will *Retreats inside* (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 18:45:25) Watches silently from the trees, the edge of his lip twitching slightly. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:47:15) *watches him leave then turns back toward the woods, awaiting Klyo's return* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:48:32) He paces the edge of the forest, not sure if it is safe to reveal himself. Something is not right about this situation. Fiarah is confident enough...and then there's that fellow in the dance hall.... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 18:56:25) *calls out* where are you Klyo, show yourself, I am alone, or are you too much of a coward to face sombeast one on one when the actually have a chanse against you? (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 18:56:33) Whips his cloak about him and slips along the fringes of the woods, his wide paws carrying him easily and silently across the snowy landscape. There is no sure way to tell where the lynx is. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:02:28) *waits, her eyes scanning the forest edge, and her ears perked up listening for any sound* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:05:47) The wind stirs the trees, their branches scraping together. Snow falls from a heavy-laden bow. Otherwise, there is only silence as dusk's blue-tinted shadows lengthen... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:10:07) *calls out again into the silence* HA! coward, I knew it..... (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:15:55) He lets her wait a moment more, waiting....then steps from behind the Dance hall corner, his fur highlighted with frost, yet his eyes glow through the dark spotted pelt with striking clarity. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:19:22) He glares at the squirrel, fingers twirling his blade beneath his coat with anticipation... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:22:05) *glares at him, anger and confidense flaring in her eyes* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:23:09) "You seem eager to die..." he hisses. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:25:13) Die? *chuckles* you have it all wrong my friend, for you are the one who is going to die.... (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:28:11) "Oh?" He says with a simper, but his eyes search about nervously....it could easily be a trap. He should not have come back. Fiarah's confidence...that laughing male in the dancehall....He turns one eye on her, squinting the other...she could be bluffing as well... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:33:56) Well...are you just going to stand there aore are you going to fight coward? (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:38:42) He snarls and leaps at her, twisting off to one side at the last second in an unanticipated flow of motion. He ducks behind her and slashes at her calf to cripple her... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:41:19) *grits her teeth as the blade slashes her calf, she fushes at him, a dagger drawn* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:48:37) leaps backwards, avoiding the flailing blade and knocks her wrist to the side, bringing his own weapon around to maim her fighting hand (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 19:51:11) *Kicks out with her footpaws in a effort to drive him back* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 19:59:33) He dances back lightly on his feline toes and begins to move left, but with a quick thrust moves right and brings his steel to meet Fiarah's left arm. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:04:03) *winces, felling the blade on her arm, charging ar him again, swinging the dagger down at his shoulder* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:08:01) ar=at (n/t) (F's C) (09-Dec-00 20:10:41) He jumps back belatedly and the knife draws a bleeding line across his forearm. Klyo, though, fairly used to such pain, takes advantage of the moment by bringing his own blade up to the squirrel's exposed chin. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:12:04) *leaps back, narrowily missing the blade* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:14:32) He laughs, and makes a fake jab at her just to watch her leap away. Then suddenly he hears somebeast approaching the hall...how stupid of him - of course this would happen with them fighting right outside the hall doors ....another creature was bound to come. He snarls and backs off momentarily... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:17:36) *begins to circle him slowly* what's the matter coward, lost your nerve? (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:19:25) He lunges out visciously, baring his fangs and slashing towards her chest. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:22:49) *leaps aside missing the blade once again*~inside~ (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:25:43) He leaps through the air at her, knocking her knife to the side and bowling her to the ground. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:29:01) *leaps to her feet quickly and jumps at him, doging his blade* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:34:25) He grips her smaller arm in his fist, driving his claws into her skin as he pushes her backwards (thus, she either has to fall or walk backwards without kicking) (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:38:57) *she stumbles backwards a few paces and leaps at him again, sinking her teeth into his neck* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:41:54) He roars in both pain and fury and punches her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:43:33) *doubles over, struggling to regain her breath* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:46:29) Full of malice, he does not relent in the least, kneeing her in the face once she doubles over and continuing to batter her with both fist and foot. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:50:36) Again and again he kicks her, fed by his violent temperment and hate for this particular squirrel. He wants her to suffer... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 20:53:20) *she strraightens up and avances at him again, fighing tooth and claw, her attack full of fury* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 20:57:36) Klyo meets her halfway, his own fangs and razor-like predator claws gouging at both neck and arms. He tears into her neck muscle with his ivory canines, tugging and ripping. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 21:01:24) *grits her teeth, kicking strongly at his stomach* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 21:04:05) (OOC: Listen, if he's that close to her, she can't get much leverage for those kicks....) BIC: He tears his fangs free and shoves her away, twisting his ankle behind her leg at the same time so she'll trip (OOC: If his leg is behind hers, she cannot step back to retain her balance, thus she must fall -inside- ) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 21:10:51) *she trips and falls backward, once she lands on her back she imediatly leaps to her feet, lunging at him again* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 21:14:43) (OOC: You can't keep a good squirrel down, eh? This is getting a bit frustrating...) BIC: He steps to one side, allowing her momentum to carry her arm past him. At the ideal moment, he grabs her wrist and brings it behind her, twisting the arm at an awkward (and painful) angle. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 21:25:15) (nope, heh heh)*calls out in pain and fustration* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 21:28:48) He pushes the joint backwards so that she is forced to her knees then releases her, grabbing up a leg and pulling her across the snow at a speedy pace. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 21:35:14) (ooc) calls out=Yells (n/t) (F's C) (09-Dec-00 21:35:19) *she kicks out with her free footpaw* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 21:38:31) Working against gravity and motion, she hardly affects his grip. He speeds up, heading for rocky terrain... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 21:42:04) (ooc) sorry, dinner time, I should be back afterwards or later on tonight, we can pick up fron here (n/t) (F's C) (09-Dec-00 21:41:21) (OOC: Hey what a coincidence - me too. See you later.) (n/t) (K's C) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) Somewhere not too far from the hall.... Saturday, 09-Dec-00 22:38:40 207.14.63.198 writes: He drags the squirrel ruthlessly by her ankle, walking just fast enough to keep her from fighting back effectively. Over rocks and bramble he continues, tearing her clothes and skin on the boulders and thorns that protrude from the snow... Klyo Click here to reply Replies: **Shoots an arrow expertly at him.** Take that ya big bully! (n/t) (Mistress of Sea and earth) (09-Dec-00 22:40:07) *tries despratley to get away from his grip* (who ever shot the arrow, stay aou of this, this is betwiie Klyo and Fiarah) (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 22:42:42) As you wish. Although Kylo and I have had our dissagrements as well. **sneers** See if you can guess Kylo. (n/t) (Mistress of Sea and Earth) (09-Dec-00 22:46:08) I don't blame you for hating Klyo. He is supposed to be hated. It is when you treat me and my other character with as much hate that I start to get a little more angry. Don't make this personal. I am allowed to have both good and bad characters. (n/t) (K's C) (09-Dec-00 22:50:55) He continues to drag her until she has run out of strength to fight back effectively. At last he comes to a stop among a cluster of rocks, allowing her a few seconds of relief. The moment is short-lived, though as he stands over her with an iron-faced glare. Without a word, he lifts a huge rock... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 22:48:02) *she sees the rock and turns over so she can get up, she rises shakily to her feet, glaring ferociously at him, she gathers what's left of her strenght and advances on him again, her yeys flaring with rage* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 22:53:44) (OOC: Waaaait a sec there, Fiarah..... He has the boulder in the air. Do you not think that he would have dropped it on her before she would be able to "get shakily to her feet" and charge him? That's like....if I wrote that a mugger had a gun to you and you wrote "she runs up to him and snatches the gun from his fingers. Obviously the gunner would not allow her the time to do that. He'd shoot before she was halfway to him. Understand? Okay, 'nuf said...) BIC: He hurls the rock at the oncoming squirrel. Because her instant recovery is unexpected, his aim is a bit off, and the boulder crashes into her leg instead, shattering the knee and cracking the tibia down the length of its shaft. (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 22:59:21) (ahhh...point taken, sorry, I'm still not that good with my rping)*she almost iimediatly falls to the ground, pain shooting through her right leg* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:03:24) He stands over her, licking his lips, "You are strong for a brainless tree crawling rat...much more so than that family of squirrels I bumped off..." He laughs maniacally at the thought as Fiarah groans on the ground, "And much more so than that pitiful adolecent squirrel....what was his name? Quif? Quid? Ah, well it does not matter what a deadbeast's name may be and I, for one, don't give a rat's wormy tail..." He stands over her contemplating whether to let her live... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 23:08:27) *she glares at him, her hatred for the linx increasing greatly* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:13:00) He sneers at her, then kicks the broken leg savagely, further damaging the tendons and shattered bones, "I shall enjoy watching you try to crawl back..." He turns his back on her and begins to walk away, but stops and looks over his shoulder, "Oh - and by the way...if you try to organize some army to come after me I will simply disappear as I have in the past....but once you think you are safe and I am gone, I will return....perhaps years later... and mete out ten times the pain I have dealt to you this day...." He disappears into the night, leaving the squirrel laying in the snow, in the middle of nowhere... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 23:26:19) *winces, watching the Linx leave* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:28:50) *Runs up to her*Are you Ok? *Cradles her head in his paws as a single tear drops from his eye* (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 23:40:41) (Gee, that didn't take much time....) BIC: The lynx snarls to himself in the tree above...so much for an hour of twisted entertainment... (n/t) (Klyo) (09-Dec-00 23:43:49) *Glares at him anger brimming in his somewaht bloodshot eyes*Leave us alone, and I swear come near her again and your crows meat. (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 23:47:13) tsk tsk....so typical. Klyo said nothing that would attract your attention and you cannot see him because he is in a thick fur tree. Just because I wrote it doesn't mean you need to respond as if Klyo yelled it.... (n/t) (K's C) (09-Dec-00 23:53:24) He could of easily heard the snarl (n/t) (X's c) (09-Dec-00 23:57:29) Read the words: "snarls to himself" that means it was to himself - like talking to one's self...not heard by others. Even if it was a quiet snarl, with all this wind, the sound would be lost. Forget it okay? Klyo's not a fool. He wouldn't give himself away like that. (n/t) (K's C) (10-Dec-00 00:01:26) *she cannot hear ether of them for she is now unconncous* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:45:04) *Sighs and picks her up and starts carrying her into the hall once inside lays her on the ciuch closest to the fire and walks back outside*Klyo I have a score to settle with you*Pulls his blade from the straps on his back*Lets see how well ya' do against a Knight *Glares at him hatred forming behind his eyes* (n/t) (~Xavier~) (09-Dec-00 23:55:04) *groans, regaining concousness* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:52:27) *she dosen't stay put, she imeadiatly(sp?) sits up and ustrraps her healers bag from around her waist, she upens the bag and sets on mending her wounds* (n/t) (Fiarah) (09-Dec-00 23:59:39) Klyo Where are you!!! *He shouts at the top of his lungs* (n/t) (~Xavier~) (10-Dec-00 00:02:23) *walks out supporting kerself on a wood staff* (n/t) (Fiarah) (10-Dec-00 00:04:37) kerself=herself (n/t) (F's C) (10-Dec-00 00:06:50) Where are you! *Runs twords the woods *Come Out!!! (n/t) (~Xavier~) (10-Dec-00 00:11:04) Leans back in the top branches of a tree, allowing his long legs to dangle lazily. He watches Xavier beller with a smirk then yawns and licks some of Fiarah's blood from his paw. (n/t) (Klyo) (10-Dec-00 00:13:30) Xavier, let it be, you have no busness in this fight..... (n/t) (Fiarah) (10-Dec-00 00:13:50) *Remains scanning the woods*Yes I do (n/t) (~Xavier~) (10-Dec-00 00:18:05) gtg (n/t) (F's C) (10-Dec-00 00:16:36) (OOC: Bye, Fiarah. Thanks for letting me maim your character...) (n/t) (K's C) (10-Dec-00 00:22:20) *Scales a tree still looking*Come out, come out, Whereeveryou are (n/t) (~Xavier~) (10-Dec-00 00:20:49) Oh give it up Professor X...you're not psychic. (n/t) (K's C) (10-Dec-00 00:23:47) I G2G Klyo e-mail me this isn't over (n/t) (~XAVIER~) (10-Dec-00 00:24:24)

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Jax Drinks Milk (After Xia is Dead)

Jax A small coyote pauses in front of the hall, a cloak clutched about him. Saturday, 09-Dec-00 17:36:28 207.14.63.198 writes: His fur is thin over his protruding ribs, but the only hint that he is hungry is the look in his eyes and the deep set grooves of his cheeks. He sniffs the air for the scent of wolves, his bare legs still shaking from being immersed in a foot of snow, the snow is just now beginning to melt from his fur, leaving them dripping and chilled. The smell of wet canine precedes his entrance. Jax Click here to reply Replies: He steps carefully through the hall, towards the kitchens... (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 17:47:41) **As she catches his scent, the mouse sits up from her quiet corner seat and at the sight of him, she turns for the bar, just in the case he might want a drink. She appears to have had a rough night, herself, furr sticking out helter-skelter and bandaged in a scattering of places. One of her eyes is blackened and her nose has been bloodied recently, thet fact made clear by the reddish tinge of the fur there. She crosses the room, though, as determined as ever, and flops down behind the bar, waiting** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 17:48:01) Heh heh... furr... (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (09-Dec-00 17:51:10) He disappears into the kitchen and comes out a few minutes later with a single scone. He gulps it down in a few bites, then looks about. He spots Laurel and cocks his head, then timidly approaches the bar. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 17:51:20) **She smiles, though it's a lop-sided one, and gestures to a tankard she's just taken from the shelf behind her** Care fer a drink? I've both hot an' cold. (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 17:55:04) "I....don't have any money...." He mumbles, his sad eyes refusing to meet hers. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 17:56:33) **She waves a paw, still smiling** There's no need! This's a free service t'all. (n/t) (Laurel (sorry for the wait...)) (09-Dec-00 18:27:26) You're gone, aren't you? Dangit!! (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (09-Dec-00 18:34:12) Alright... I'm leaving now, I guess... (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (09-Dec-00 18:41:53) OOC: Oh - sorry. Thought you were gone for good. Tell me if you are still here. (n/t) (Jax, OOC) (09-Dec-00 18:45:21) I'm still here... loitering and working on that email... at last. (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (09-Dec-00 18:47:01) The coyote looks surprised, "Oh....all right....can I have something warm?" His voice is calm and quiet as usual. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 18:50:14) 'Course ya can. D'ya want tea or something with a bit more of a kick? **The mouse speaks as she slides off the barstool** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 18:53:57) He shrugs, "I don't know... do you....have milk?" (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 18:57:49) **She looks surprised at first, but then nods and strides through the doorway to the back, still carrying the tankard in paw. Several moments pass before she returns, tankard filled to the rim with faintly steaming milk. She reseats herself after passing it to him over the counter** Sorry t'keep ya waitin', but I had t' really look for it. Not many ask fer milk, I mean. (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 19:04:30) An appreciative smile makes its way to his lips, though his eyes are still sad. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:06:44) Sips cautiously at the tankard. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:12:50) **She returns the smile, but can't hold back a curious look** So, uh, why so glum? (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 19:18:44) The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, holding off a frown. He only shakes his head. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:30:46) **She nods, dropping her gaze to the counter, which she promptly takes a rag to, trying to ease the pressure from the off-center question** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 19:38:08) He sniffs and looks away, his eyes filling with tears. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:45:08) Bites his lip in an attempt to control himself and brings the tankard of milk to his face. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:47:41) **She looks a bit alarmed and slips a paw into one of her pouches, pulling out a white hankerchief. She offers it to him, keeping her eyes averted as she would wish done for herself in such a situation** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 19:51:42) He hesitates before accepting the kerchief, and quietly wipes his eyes and nose. Then he folds his arms together and lowers his head, his nose level with the tankard. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 19:55:37) **She continues to wipe off the bar, though she can't help but flick an eye toward him once and a while** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 19:58:02) He twists the handkerchief between his paws, his forehead knitted. He's never been alone like this in his life. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 20:07:10) **She pauses, tucking the rag away, and then turns back to the coyote, a measure of concern on her face** Can I get anything else for you? (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 20:30:18) He looks up startled, and wipes his nose with a paw, forgetting that he is holding a handkerchief, "Uh - no - no. Thanks." He continues to drink the milk. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 20:32:41) Alright... just call me if you decide you do want something... **She steps off to the side a bit, to speak to the black mink** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 20:37:35) The coyote finishes off the tankard at last and starts to get up to leave. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 21:29:12) Silphadae's gaze softens as it falls upon Jax, but a sudden urgency surges through her. Beckoning warily to Jareth, she retreats out the door. OOC: Drat it, I got to go.... (n/t) (Jareth and Silphadae) (09-Dec-00 21:30:30) He wraps the cloak around himself and heads for the door, pausing as Emerald's scent fills his nostrils...He looks over at her, ears pulled back and heads quickly for the door. (n/t) (Jax) (09-Dec-00 21:44:14)

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Vizon vs. Moore (aka Banagher Throws a Mug at a Baby Vole)

Vizon A tall black mink approaches the hall, his breath fogging out in clouds as he walks, clutching his long brown overcoat about him. Saturday, 09-Dec-00 20:13:31 207.14.63.198 writes: Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: Vizon stops in his tracks and eyes the lynx and Fiarah without comment... (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:23:53) Vizon walks into the hall and approaches the bar. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:30:05) **She catches sight of him about halfway across the floor and nods a greeting. Her black eye has swolen shut and her once-bloody nose is still stained red** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 20:33:56) "Hey....Laurel..." He snags the mouse's attention, "Are you playing bartender tonight?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:35:26) Suddenly he notices her face, "Whoa.....what happened to you?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:37:26) ITW won't post my messages!! (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 20:53:38) Oh is that the problem? Well it posted that one.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (09-Dec-00 20:55:09) It wouldn't post my last five... Will it even post this one? (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (09-Dec-00 21:03:03) Yeah, it did. Try posting a new message. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (09-Dec-00 21:04:54) Jareth wanders in grinning, "I have a girlfriend!" He howls to no one in particular. OOC: I am on elsewhere, elsewhere...and not for long.... (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:07:15) He begins to saunter, his leather jacket flaring with every step. "I...got...a...girlfriend..." he crows, tilting his head back. (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:10:20) Glances at the cat, a little annoyed at the interruption... (inside, Jareth) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:14:51) Jareth grins rather stupidly at Vizon's obvious irritation, "Hey, I gotta girlfriend! Ain't you gonna be happy or somethin'?" He turns his grin on Laurel, "Cool! I could pick, like, a million fights, I feel so good, yes? Heeehehh..." (Vizon, inside...) (Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:18:58) **She grins crookedly** I picked a fight. (n/t) (Laurel (If you can't beat 'em, try until you drive 'em nuts.)) (09-Dec-00 21:15:21) He snorts and grins, "With who?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:17:02) **Her grin widens** Yuclin. I helped 'er a bit with that disguise of 'ers. Elders do usually have missin' teeth. (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:19:54) "Yuclin?" Silphadae melts out of the shadows, her yellow eyes hard,...especially when they fall upon Jareth. She knows she is intruding, but her hackles bristle upon hearing that...name. "I know this...Yuclin." (n/t) (Silphadae) (09-Dec-00 21:26:35) (OOC: (growls) I was having the same problem with ITW...accrused hunk of virtual junk....) BIC: "That old fox? Ha! Didn't know you had it in you, Laurel!" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:27:52) **Shakes her head, still grinning** Haven't you noticed? She's my age... **She raises an eyebrow** ...or have you not noticed that old ones are tired moreso than the young? **She glances to Silphadae, losing her humor** Yeah? Where from? (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:33:47) A sudden urgency surges through Silphadae. Beckoning warily to Jareth, she retreats out the door. OOC: Drat it, I got to go.... (n/t) (Jareth and Silphadae) (09-Dec-00 21:30:30) "Hmmm. " He consideres this new revelation, "I guess I wasn't interested enough to see through her disguise..." He pauses, leaning against the counter, "May I please have a drink?" He grins. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:37:56) Maybe. **The mouse grins as she ducks down to nab the bottle of blackbark beer and rises faceing the shelves to remove a tankard. She tops off the tankard before sliding it to Vizon and recorking and replacing the bottle** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:45:28) He grins, "Aha!" and reaches both paws out for the tankard. Soon his face disappears behind the upturned vessel. After a few seconds he sets it back down with an "Ahhh...." and swipes the foam from his whiskers with satisfaction. Suddenly he stiffens, "Aw man - I was supposed to meet Mohok at the dock...." He stands and runs for the door, taking the tankard with him, "Thanks, Laurel - see you later!" (n/t) (Vizon (gtg - sorry...)) (09-Dec-00 21:51:39) Seeya Vizon! **She starts to wipe off the counter, but soon yells after him, bristling** Hey! My tankard! (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:55:05) **************** **He scowls silently** Saturday, 09-Dec-00 23:25:59 208.143.4.230 writes: **In the darkest shadows of the Hall, two sharp dark red eyes glitter, cold and predatory. They flit about, landing on the odd Dibbun to stoke the hungry fires within to an even greater height. The beast's tail swishes in the manner of any overly-interested feline, and he considers a mousebabe, playing alone by the door, as opposed to a young vole, not too far from an open window** The Cat Click here to reply Replies: **He snarls as the small group enters, losing the chance of mousebabe, far more tender than vole to his thinking. Nonetheless, he focuses solely on the babe by the window, likely a hard fall. He plans to throw the babe down first, then he'll know if it's too far for him to jump** (n/t) (The Cat) (09-Dec-00 23:37:46) Okay okay....here he is. Sunday, 10-Dec-00 00:07:40 207.14.63.198 writes: The tall black mink enters the hall once again, slapping snow from the fringes of his long brown overcoat that has conveniently replaced the sleevless vest and the sword strapped across his back... Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: **Sidhe and Banagher are walking to the bar, Sidhe rather shakily. They spot Vizon coming in the door, and Banagher gives a bit of a wave** Evening, Vizon. **Adds the squirrel** (n/t) (Sidhe and Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:10:54) "Hey guys....what's up?" He pulls up a stool next to the otter and squirrel. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:14:28) Oh, you know, your typical evening. There a tender back there? Don't know about you, but I'm in need of a good stout. And Sidhe needs, uh, something strong. (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:17:20) "Yeah - right there - that's Laurel. Haven't you met her yet?" (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:20:25) I think she's served us before... is she alright? (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:25:35) He grins, "Well she got beat up last night, but she says she started it so..." He shrugs. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:26:52) **laughs** we've all been there. (n/t) (Sidhe) (10-Dec-00 00:28:34) (ooc: Okay... bic) **The mouse sits in a corner, face to the table top** (n/t) (Laurel) (10-Dec-00 00:13:29) (ooc: Just so you know and all, I mean... bic) (n/t) (Laurel) (10-Dec-00 00:16:03) "Ahoy - Laurel! Here's your tankard." He tosses the tall mug to the mouse, hoping she can catch... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:16:05) Eh? **She sluggishly looks up in time to see the tankard hurtling towards her. With a shout, she shoves her feet down, throwing herself back to catch it in the belly instead of the face, but she shoved her feet too hard and falls back, chair and all, to land with a painful crash. The mouse curses loudly from the floor and continues grumbling profanities as she rises, sets the chair right, and tenderly carries the tankard back to the bar, where she grumbles louder** (n/t) (Laurel) (10-Dec-00 00:24:26) He glances about the room out of habit and spots the black cat staring hungrilly at the vole babe. His eyes narrow and he gestures with his chin for Sidhe and Banagher to look. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:19:07) **Sidhe swings his head around, raising an eyebrow** **Banagher stares at the cat with disgust** That's pathetic. As much as I hate baby voles... that's just not right. (n/t) (Sidhe and Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:23:38) **The cat suddenly breaks, tearing across the room with wild abandon to snatch the vole and leap out the window, into the darkness** (n/t) (The Cat/Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:27:48) **Banagher groans. He doesn't care about the vole, doesn't care about anything. Damn moral compunction. He grabs a glass mug from the bartop and throws it straight for the vole. He's at such an angle that if the glass hits, it will knock the volebabe to the floor, delaying the cat until further action can be taken** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:32:12) Sorry... he's already in the woods... (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:37:04) "Hey Hey HEY!" Vizon leaps out off his stool and chases after the cat. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (10-Dec-00 00:30:03) (OOC: Oops...that's a mix between "leaps off his stool" and "leaps out of his seat"...sorry. Pick one and run with it.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:33:55) (ooc: i don't know... i'm getting a big kick out of "leaps out of his stool" ) (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:35:53) **Finally catching on to what's happening, the infant squals loudly, much to the cat's irritation. He tears through the woods, sometimes in the trees, running along branches with the defiance of gravity that is his gift as a cat, and other times, he slips under the brush, running on the flat ground with swift and light paws** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:35:29) (OOC: wait, does he have the volebabe or not?) (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:37:18) Yeah, he's got the vole. (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:38:56) (OOC: oh, see when you say...blah blah...tearing across the room "TO snatch the vole" etc etc, it sounds like it hasn't happened, you're just expressing intent.) (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:39:16) Okay, I'll try to be a bit more specific then. (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:43:38) OOC: Yeah he does - apparently your mug throwing tactic didn't work.... BIC: Vizon tears after them, the edges of his long brown coat whipping behind him, "Drop that dibbun!" (n/t) (VR) (10-Dec-00 00:40:46) **Banagher hesitates, weighing his apathetic nature with the look that Sidhe his giving him. He gives in and chases after Vizon** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:43:30) "IS" giving him. (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:44:47) (OOC: I know....it's a corny thing to say, but I couldn't think of anything extraordinarilly ingenious to say at the moment and so neither could Vizon...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:43:33) (OOC: (grins self-mockingly and holds index finger in air) "Drop that dibbun!" (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:45:07) (ooc: Now the cat needs to say "Drat! Foiled again!") (n/t) (B OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:47:11) LOL....I could pretend to be angry - but that's classic....had to laugh... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:51:45) But isn't that guy s'posed to have a bushy mustache? (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:49:00) hey, moustache...whiskers...it's all the same. you can twirl whiskers nefariously. (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:51:52) **Despite those touching and original words (tee hee hee), the cat still carries the vole tucked under one arm** (n/t) (Moore ) (10-Dec-00 00:47:52) (OOC: Hmmm. Volebabe...Bed...volebabe...bed...yeah, i'm going to have to call it a night. it's been fun. sorry to skip out on the choice phrases and nefarious deeds. later.) (n/t) (Banagher and Sidhe's Creator OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:50:50) Oh yeah - just leave the baby vole to get eaten you cold-hearted fiend! Some moralist you are! (snicker...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:53:38) **Chants a few 'yeah!'s off to the side** (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:56:05) Vizon growls loudly and turns up the speed, snow flying from his boots... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:50:32) **The cat stops running suddenly, turning and pausing for a second to watch as the mink nears. He's seen this beast before... The thought must wait. The cat's bured gives an especially loud shreik as the cat slips up high in a nearby tree. He waits in the higher branches** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:54:52) (Heeey... that should be 'burden'... not 'bured'...) (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 01:04:49) OOC; I was wondering about that.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 01:07:45) (OOC: uh-oh...) BIC: Vizon comes to a halt a few yards from where the tracks end and glares up into the trees. He subconsiously reaches for the sword across his back, but then recalls his substitution of winter attire... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:58:27) **The volebabe's cries stop suddenly after a dull thud from up in the tree** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:01:38) Vizon winces, feeling a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He sets his jaw and begins to climb up after the cat. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:03:45) Well, how uncanny. **The voice from up above is a hiss, a whisper, but it carries a deathly weight** You'd risk your life for a scrap of meat? I've not heard the like. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:09:15) Vizon continues to climb, ".....murderer..." he hisses through clenched teeth. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:10:49) **An icy chuckle decends** The babe lives... until you lose. I'd not have it bleeding to leave a trail, after all. I'm a killer, not an idiot. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:13:48) He peers warily up through the branches, trying to catch sight of the black cat that seems to blend in with every shadow. He continues to climb until he can make out the figure of Moore.. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:21:50) **He sits on a slightly untrustworthy branch, smirking down coldly at the mink. There is no sighs on the vole, except for a sack under the cat's cloak, which appears to have gained a great amount of mass** So, what will you do now, great warrior? Climb higher so I can leap to another tree, perhaps? (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:26:38) (Oops... that should be 'sign', not 'sighs'.) (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 01:29:22) (OOC: Oh, I see - so it's "There's no sign on the vole"...but why would there be? And what would it say? "Victim #4"? or "Reserved"? (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 01:36:10) (Dangit! That should be 'of'...) (n/t) (M's C ) (10-Dec-00 01:45:42) The cat's phrase, however mocking, causes the mink to pause and deliberate...this may not be the best strategy after all....Vizon stops, "I'll follow you no matter how many trees you jump to. Give me the babe and I'll leave you alone for now." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:32:51) **The cat snorts** And what'll I eat tonight, pray tell? Snow? Not my favorite choice. Go back down the tree and save yourself some time. (n/t) (Moore (BTW, I luv your 'Excellant Movies' page... ah... to grow up on Princess Bride...)) (10-Dec-00 01:42:00) "I don't care what you eat or if you eat at all! Now hand over the dibbun or you will regret it for the rest of your short life." His own dark fur blends in with the shadows, obscurring his exact location. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:46:44) **The cat's tail swishes back and forth** Alright then. If we're not going to get along about this, you might as well go back down. I'll give you the chance to simply get this over with early. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:52:11) Vizon, tired of trying to reason with the villain, says nothing but climbs higher, his steps quiet enough that it is hard to tell whether he is going up or down the tree. He drops a few loose sticks down to make noise nearer the bottom of the tree, but is actually climbing higher for a better advantage. (OOC: I figure it's pretty dark now and, the many branches of the tree, Vizon's fur color, and the fact that he is on the opposite side of the trunk should make it difficult for Moore to see him.) (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:59:41) **The cat, almost certain he sees the mink at the base of the tree, begins a swift decent himself** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:03:41) Vizon positions himself above the cat and as soon as Moore reaches the bottom, he drops, not daring to wait for the cat to notice he is alone. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:08:53) (OOC: btw - did you find the hidden links on Klyo and Vizon's pages?) (n/t) (VR) (10-Dec-00 02:12:14) (I saw a spinning skull on Klyo's (which, by the way, was pretty cool) but I haven't visited Vizon's yet.) (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 02:18:45) (OOC: Yeah, but did you click on the spinning skull?) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 02:26:38) **As the cat hits the ground, he falls into a defensive crouch, expecting an attack from one side or the other, but not from above. As the heavier mink crashes down on him, the sack from over his shoulder goes flying off to one side, landing neatly in a snowbank and the cat is stunned for the moment** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:17:17) Vizon draws his sword from a sheath at his side under the edge of his coat thinking that it's going to take some getting used to... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:20:02) **The sound of Vizon's blade being drawn brings the cat swiftly back to his senses. He scrabbles in the snow for a moment, until he's facing the mink and struggles to his feet** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:32:08) Vizon walks towards the cat, keeping the blade near enough so that he won't try anything stupid. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:36:38) **Moore falls back to his rear in the snow, crab scuttling out of Vizon's reach. A quick motion takes his paw to the dagger concealed in his boot, which he flings at Vizon's stomach as a diversion while he rises** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:38:00) Having already experienced the sensation of being stabbed in the stomach with a dagger, Vizon tries to dodge the flying blade, but raises his arm at the same time to block it (knowing he probably won't be able to move fast enough). He'd rather get his arm cut a little than have another dagger buried in his abdomen. Lucky for Vizon, the knife hits his wrist handle first and bounces harmlessly to the ground. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:44:44) **The blade has still served its purpose though, for now the cat is on his feet, in a crouch, with a scimitar in each paw and a twisted smirk on his face** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:47:44) Ah! Vizon smiles, he is on his home turf now. He'd rather face steel than shadows in trees any day. He readys his sword, and takes on his veteran fighter's stance. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:55:53) **The cat wades in, testing depth. He pokes an experimental jab at his opponent's midriff** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:58:29) He holds his position, twisting his sword deftly to counter the blow if it were carried out. He stands, with a grin on his face, wavering the blade tip in a small circle, ready to strike and counter at any moment.... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 03:01:59) **The cat's eyes flare with glee and he offers a thrust, much quicker than before, but in the same place, followed shortly by a slash at the mink's mid-thigh range** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 03:05:46) Engages the cat in the death dance, stepping into the thrust to absorb most of the blow's power and then stepping agiley off to the side to easily deflect the sideswing - which throws Moore off balance. Before the cat can recover Vizon counters with a swift strike to Moore's side. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 03:16:42) **The cat loses his balance and falls to one knee, but to his advantage, he blocks the swinging blade with a vertical one of his own and follows up with a swipe to the mink's upper legs again with the other scimitar** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 03:22:28) Vizon barely jumps back in time, reprimanding himself mentally for being out of practice. However, since swordplay is Vizon's pet hobby, it won't take long for him to return to his former self. He grins, relishing the free-flow of adrenaline and test of agility and brawn. He keeps the sword close so as not to expose himself and cuts his blade expertly through the frosty air with a side strike then follows it with a spasmodic vertical swing towards the cat's chin. (Vizon) **Foolishly assuming that the mink is at his full potential, Moore's eyes glitter coldly with something resembling a child's glee. When the counter comes, his err is revealed. He deftly deflects the slice to his side with his corresponding blade, but the upward movement was completely unexpected and he hurriedly leans back to avoid the loss of his nose. In spite of his feline reflexes, more than a few lengths of whisker drop to the snow. Snarling with irritation, the tom flings himself forward, aiming a diagonal slash across Vizon's chest and a stab for the lower stomach in horribly precise coordination** (Moore) Vizon has a millisecond to react, his swordsman instinct kicking in. He jumps off to one side and grips his sword so that the fatal jab is avoided and the diagonal slash at least partially deflected as it forces itself down the length of his blade. This leaves both fighters open with their swords locked, but Moore seems to have the advantage with two scimitars. Vizon leaps deftly back to both avoid the second weapon and free his own. He moves around the cat, sword at the ready, breath spouting heavily in thick clouds from his nostrils. He hasn't had so much fun since his and Mohok's ship was attacked by looters (AKA sea rats). (Vizon) **The cat, having experienced swordsbeasts as good and better than himself before this point, has developed a trick to frighten most would-be opponents into retreat. He takes a few hop-steps back from his enemy before beginning a showy display of slashes, jabs, and hooks in empty air, all a part of a style that is used mostly to put fear in an enemy, swashbuckling. He shows his fangs in a vicious grin as he goes, all gleaming dull white in the night's light with the acception of one golden fang replacement** (Moore) Vizon returns the grin, though it could just as easily be interpreted as a snarl. He simply holds his sword at the ready and motions a challenge with two clawed fingers as if to say, "Come get some!" **The cat, highly displeased that his trick didn't even faze this one, emits a low yowl before wading in, attempting a double slash to the mink's hips and shoulders, blades parallel to one another and the ground** Vizon jumps back and moves like a flash, striking the cat's scimitars in a circular motion that crosses them together and then forces them backwards, his sword between the crossed blades. His grin never leaves his face as he pushes the tom so that he either has to walk or bend over backwards (though if he does not move and bends backwards, all three blades will be mere inches from his nose...) **The agile cat leaps back, disengaging his weapons from the hold in the same instant, before rushing back in, aiming a diagonal slash for the mink's midriff and keeping his other blade ready for a second attack** Tiring of this endless game, Vizon loses patience. He dodges easily and comes back at the tom with a roar and a combination of quick slashes that come so fast and so violently that Moore can only defend. Vizon just wants this to be over. **Moore defends as best he can, but looses the desire for this fight soon enough. He disengages and hop-skips back a fair distance before realizing he's on the wrong side of his foe to retrieve the prize he's worked for. At this, he snarls at the mink out of frustration before streaking off into the blackness, faster now that he is unburdened** Vizon looks after the tom, making certain he is really gone and not planning some surprise attack once he lets down his guard - not that Vizon ever lets down his guard... He saunters over to the sack and scoops it up. He peers briefly inside and is rewarded with a deafening shriek. Vizon's muzzle wrinkles and he decides to leave the babe in the sack for the majority of the trip back to the hall...

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Banagher has had a Falling Out with Sidhe, Drinks Beer with Vizon

**a beast pauses beneath the full moon outside the hall** Tuesday, 09-Jan-01 22:32:16 205.161.155.90 writes: **he kneels down, examining a few cigarette butts in the dirty snow piled beside the pathway. sneering, he rises abruptly and moves to open the hall doors. entering carefully, so as not to bang the handmade guitar slung over his back upon the doorframe, he steps into the fire and candlelit hall. he pauses, crossing his arms, his lanky frame accentuated by the thick black officer stripes up his green pants legs, as well as the black turtleneck sweater he wears. tonight, he wears a green waxed canvas coat - his only concession to the weather. he moves on, finally, toward the bar** Banagher Vale **it's not so much that the otter is frowning...it's just that he never smiles. he walks slowly over to the bar to investigate the bartender situation, not really expecting to find one** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 22:40:41) **his expectations, or lack thereof, are rewarded: there is no bartender in sight. he carefully sets his guitar down beside the bar, then leaps neatly over the counter to the other side. he grabs a mug from the rack and fills it with bitter ale, sets it on the bartop, then leaps back over onto his barstool. admiring the thick white foam on top, stares at his ale for a moment, then lifts the mug and quickly drains away half of the dark liquid. pursing his lips in admiration of the taste, he sets the mug down** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 22:46:52) **Banagher quickly drains the rest of his ale. he looks around for beasts that he recognizes, but doesn't see any, which isn't surprising, considering that he doesn't know many beasts. he picks up his guitar and begins to pick a quiet, bluegrassy tune** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 22:53:23) **an ottermaid turns around hearing the tune** thats good you know where did you learn that??? (n/t) (ivy streambattle) (09-Jan-01 22:59:30) **looks up, rather startled** Learn it? **shrugs** Nowhere. I just play. (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:01:54) A tall ebony-furred mink steps into the hall, his boots resounding against the far walls... Tuesday, 09-Jan-01 23:02:27 207.14.63.209 writes: He pauses, looking around, then heads to the bar. Vizon Rok you have a gift **smiles** (n/t) (09-Jan-01 23:04:29) where are ye from sir (n/t) (ivy) (09-Jan-01 23:11:13) **shrugs** I used to listen to my dad play. **turns to the mink at the bar, then turns back** I'm from nowhere... (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:14:22) how can that be everyones from somewhere **she asks with a puzzeled look on her face** (n/t) (ivy) (09-Jan-01 23:20:42) **turns back, a little exasperated** i haven't been home in so long, i forget where it is. **gestures to the light-furred otter** shouldn't you be dancing with him? (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:27:50) Click here to reply Replies: He sits next to Banagher, "Nice. Who taught you?" He looks for around for a bartender. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:05:00) (OOC: Nevermind...I saw your answer to Ivy) BIC: He shrugs, "Is there no bartender again?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:07:10) **lifts a paw from his guitar to give vizon a bit of an odd salute** Uh, my father played. I used to listen to him. No tender. No surprise. (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:07:28) "Your lucky you know..." he says as he moves around the end of the bar and starts searching for a mug. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:08:55) (OOC: Erg...your = you're) (n/t) (09-Jan-01 23:09:33) He finds a clean tankard on the back counter and goes over to the small blackbark keg. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:15:27) **picks absent-mindedly at the strings** Lucky? Why? (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:15:38) Fills the tankard until the smooth white foam begins to overflow onto his paw, "Oops.." he chuckles and licks the foam off. He clears his throat and sighs, sitting on Laurel's stool, "At least you had a father...and a nice one." (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:21:01) **nods** Yeah. My parents are good folks. They were right when they disowned me, in fact. That was during my bounty hunter days. **shrugs, pushing his mug forward** Can you put some more bitter ale in here? **thumps his paw against the guitar body** I still respect my father for the decision he made...sounds like you don't respect your father...for good reason... (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:26:18) He shakes his head and takes a drink of the blackbark, "I never knew him. Closest thing was the stepfather I got when I was sixteen seasons...and he was a nightmare. Needless to say, I didn't stick around for long." (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:34:28) **nods** That's a shame. Y'know, it's lucky we turned into the well-adjusted beasts that we are. **he pauses for an interval that a smile would usually fill** I think that otter finally buggered off. **glances around almost nervously** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:38:37) Jareth staggers in, bumping into a stool, and sending iti crashing forward without notice. (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Jan-01 23:38:48) **Banagher watches the cat** Y'all right there? Holding your own? **turns back to vizon** Y'know, I hate to criticize your tending abilities, but I'm in dire need of a refill. **taps his glass with a claw, the corner of his mouth turning up in an awkward grin** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:44:01) Vizon glares at the cat then looks over and sees the two otters dancing. He rolls his eyes and tips his head back for another gulp of beer. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:42:00) Jareth doesn't particularly seem to notice, his eyes focused on some point in the rafters as he leans backward against a counter. (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Jan-01 23:43:24) "Oh - sorry." He grins and stands, filling the glass with bitter ale. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:51:22) **shakes his head** No worries. **looks up in the rafters, wondering, vaguely, what jareth is looking at** (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:53:47) Sits back at the stool and throws down a swallow or two more of blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:55:04) **Banagher makes an indention in the white foam, then takes a long draught of his ale** You're awfully quiet, Vizon. **gives a rusty laugh** I'm one to talk. (n/t) (Banagher) (09-Jan-01 23:58:54) He crosses his arms and leans against the bartop, "So where's Sidhe? You two always seem to be together..." (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Jan-01 23:56:51) **frowns, then shrugs** Not my problem. Last I heard he lost his job at the docks. **takes another quick swig of ale, his eyes darkening at the topic** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Jan-01 00:01:15) Looks at him, a little confused, but decides to leave the subject alone. He stands to re-fill his mug, "I see..." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:03:52) **blows into his foam** We had a bit of a falling out. I thought you knew. It was a while ago. **frowns** I can see that he's been here, though. (n/t) (Banagher [ooc: i think your wardrobe was...rejected...]) (10-Jan-01 00:08:23) (OOC: drat.) (n/t) (VR) (10-Jan-01 00:10:20) **the otter walks towards them**give me your strongest drink you have (n/t) (Ivy Streambattle) (10-Jan-01 00:03:33) well are you gonna get me a drink or what! (n/t) (10-Jan-01 00:07:25) His lip lifts a bit, "I'm no bartender, otter. Get your own drink." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:09:23) He sits at Laure's stool again in front of the male otter, "No offense, Banagher..." he mutters... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:13:43) (OOC: Hmm....Laure's = Laurel's) (n/t) (VR) (10-Jan-01 00:15:52) **nods** None taken. **shrugs** I rarely associate with my species anyway. (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Jan-01 00:17:06) "Heh heh..." He sips at his dark beer then looks up at the otter, curious...."What happened?" (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:21:02) (OOC: Just in case...he wasn't laughing at Sidhe and Banagher's fallout...) (n/t) (VR) (10-Jan-01 00:24:28) (OOC: you insensitive bastard! j/k, i figured as much) (n/t) (B) (10-Jan-01 00:28:02) (OOC: lol....) (n/t) (VR) (10-Jan-01 00:29:26) **rolls his mug back and forth between his paws, not looking up** I got sick of it. He pretends not to care about anything, then transfers all his bitterness to me. It wasn't worth it. (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Jan-01 00:24:20) "Hmmf. I see." He sits back, "Mohok and I aren't getting along too well either, but it's more a difference in personality I guess..." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:27:25) **shrugs** Yeah. Multiply that times ten. I just...feel so damn guilty. He's dying, for god's sake. **frowns, then shakes his head quickly** Whatever. It's not my problem anymore. (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Jan-01 00:30:40) He frowns, staring into his mug, "Yeah..." Runs a claw along a groove in the wood, "I suppose I'd be a little bitter if I was dying too...but he shouldn't have taken it out on you personally...." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:32:51) **stares at Vizon intently, not liking mindgames, but getting the point nonetheless** Well...if you see him around here, tell him to stop smoking those cigarettes. He's a fool. **rises, slinging his guitar across his back** Anyway, I've gotta go. I'm sure I'll see you around. **lifts his paw in the same odd salute, then exits into the night** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Jan-01 00:36:16) Gives a short wave and then loses himself in his drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:40:55) After a few minutes of solitude, the bottom of his mug comes into view. The mink stands and stretches, taking one last look around. He decides to help Laurel out a little by putting the various mugs, tankards, and glasses in the back sink. With one last sigh he walks out the door, pulling his long brown overcoat closed tight to thwart the chill wind. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Jan-01 00:51:22)

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Vizon is in Debt

**The mouse trudges in** Sunday, 04-Feb-01 02:09:57 208.143.4.230 writes: **Kicking mud and slush from her boots, she glances around the Hall and wonders if she's been replaced as bartender yet...** Laurel Click here to reply Replies: With about an inch of beer left at the bottom of his mug, Vizon is glaring at the drink contemplatively. His eyes flick up to the door as it opens and he sits up with a smile and a casual wave, "Laurel! Hey..." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 02:15:54) **The stout mouse's face breaks into a grin as she crosses the room to the bar** Heh heh, yup, and just in time for refills, eh? (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 02:21:18) "Well....I suppose I could go for another now that you mention it..." He grins at her, "So where've you been? I was starting to get worried about ya." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 02:24:33) **Behind the bar once again, she swipes his tankard and sets about refilling it** Well... I went on a bit of an errand. Had to head inland a bit to get a message to one of my best ale suppliers and got a little sidetracked on the way back, is all. **The mouse slides the full tankard across the counter to the mink** (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 02:36:13) He sits at one of the many stools, "Side-tracked? Hmm...what kind of distraction?" He sips the white froth from the surface of the beer nonchalantly, but his eyes are dead serious. (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 02:40:05) (ooc: Yeah... that's the word... bic:)**The mouse shrugs and glances at the rafters** The kind I prefer not to mention, mostly. (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 02:49:48) "You want me to go pick some fights? Kill off a few roadside robbers? Say the word and I'll take 'em out, Laurel...no one messes with Vizon's friends..." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 02:54:23) **Grinning, the mouse shakes her head** I had a close encounter with thin ice and found my clumsy tail tucked in some stranger's bed for more time than I care to think about. It certainly wasn't one of my finer moments. Thanks for the offer, though. (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 03:01:01) "Oh I see...." He looks concerned, "Are you all right?" (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 03:04:32) Don't worry, Vizon. I'll live. No flu can stop me for too long. **She rubs the side of her head and shrugs** The key words there being 'too long'. (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 03:11:06) "Heh heh heh..." He laughs his typical low-key laugh and takes another long swallow of beer. Setting the tankard down again he crosses his arms across the counter, "I've been bored out of my mind here at the hall...but I've got some decent income now...So that's a good thing..." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 03:18:04) Heh, ain't it the truth. **The mouse plops down on her stool and leans on the counter** So what're you doing with your decent income? (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 03:27:16) "Right now?" He snorts and shakes his head with a sour smile, "I'm working on paying off a large debt." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 03:31:02) **The mouse raises and eyebrow** A 'large debt', huh? How'd you go and build up a 'large debt', if you don't mind my curiosity? (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 03:36:27) "Well...I have a nice landlady. Lost my job early in the winter season and siphoned my savings 'til I had nothing left. Thing was - I was relying on Mohok paying his part...but the bloak kept putting it off and then he moved out one day without warning. So suddenly I had to pay double the rent...still without a job. That's where it came from." He lifts the mug to his whiskered muzzle once more as a finally. (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 03:43:54) **The pauses for a moment and chews her lip thoughtfully** So I take it Mohok's going for the closed casket? (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 03:47:11) (ooc: Hmmm... That should be either 'She pauses' or 'The mouse pauses', but I still haven't made up my mind... bic:) (n/t) (Laurel ooc) (04-Feb-01 03:50:23) (OOC: Heh - don't sweat it.) BIC: Vizon grins, "Yeah, well...he's been avoiding me like the plague - but I did manage to "convince him" to pay me what he owed me for those months he did live there, heh heh." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 03:54:28) **The mouse snickers a bit** I'd imagine Mohok needs all the 'convincing' he can get. Anything else going on that I should know about? (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 04:02:28) "Not really....Mnemeh came by a few times - Cenia's grown so big...I wish....I could have seen it happen..." He looks down at his now empty mug then rises to his feet, "I'd better get going...it's getting rather late..." (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 04:09:26) **The mouse nods as he rises** Luck to you, Vizon. I'll see you later. (n/t) (Laurel) (04-Feb-01 04:14:46) He nods and gives her a close-lipped smile before heading out the hall doors and into the chill night. (n/t) (Vizon) (04-Feb-01 04:20:33)

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Ty & Meck Meet Tuhor, Vizon & Tuhor discuss Morganth

As the mink penetrates the midst of the dancehall, two other figures follow him through the doors: a fisher and a young (but still large) wolf. (n/t) (them) (17-Feb-01 01:07:32) The fisher limps his way toward the bar, grinning crookedly. The wolf follows in silence, giving everyone a distrustfull glance. (n/t) (Ty & Meck) (17-Feb-01 01:20:20) Vizon, already a step ahead of the fisher, is filling a mug with his usual rich dark beer... (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 01:25:41) *the door creaks open.* Saturday, 17-Feb-01 01:30:46 152.163.194.186 writes: *a fox's head peeps through and soon after, a cat's head does. They look around the unknown domain, hoping for some sign of thier buyer.* Reynold and Tybalt Click here to reply Replies: *the wild cat grins at the familiar pair and calls out to them.* Reynold! Tybalt! Over here! (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:33:08) *the fox walks all the way in, his arms spread open as he walks over.* Ah, Tuhorendo! Pleasure doing buissness with you again, my dear wild cat! *the tabby cat follows the fox, grinning at Tuhor.* Eh, if it isn't meh old shipmate! 'Ow youse doin' Toohor? (n/t) (Reynold & Tybalt) (17-Feb-01 01:37:38) Ty reaches the casks just as the mink finishes and heads to a table. The fisher pauses in the middle of the bar, scanning the various kegs and bottles with interest... Finally he settles on a strong rum... (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 01:36:26) The glaring wolf picks up a glass and fills it with strawberry fizz. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 01:38:48) *he looks back at the fox.* You better keep your sweet talkin' down around me, Reynold. .It won't work. . You and Tybalt take care of Whirlwind and I'll by you both a drink. (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:42:54) *as the odd pair walks over to him, he looks at Ty. He calls out in a scratchy voice.* By any chance, are you a friend of Vizon's? I believe I've seen you with him, if I'm not intruding. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:40:28) Vizon grins from his seat at a table and gestures with his blackbark to emphasize his words, "The best...Tuhor...the best of friends." He waves the fisher and wolf over to join him. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 01:43:02) The wolf smiles a little and joins the mink, but it takes a bit longer for the fisher to reach the table with his bad leg. (n/t) (Ty & Meck) (17-Feb-01 01:45:44) *he grins at the mink.* That's what I thought. . *he grabs his pouch, which was laying on the chair next to him and pulls out his flask.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:45:49) *at the thought of a drink, the two scramble to the injuried panther and begin their work.* (n/t) (Reynold and Tybalt) (17-Feb-01 01:47:37) "Hey Tuhor...come'ere. I want you to meet my friends..." (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 01:47:33) *the wild cat gets up and walks over to the table, rubbing the shallow bite marks in his neck. He grabs an extra chair, sits down and smiles.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:49:18) The mink leans forward with one paw on his tankard and gestures at the fisher, "This here's Ty Sabre and that's Meck..." He ends, motioning briefly at the wolf. "Ty, Meck - this is Tuhor." (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 01:51:43) The dark furred fisher holds out a calloused paw, grinning lop-sidedly, "Pleasure ta meet ya..." The wolf nods solumnly and sips his drink. (n/t) (Ty & Meck) (17-Feb-01 01:53:21) *the wild cat nods his head in greeting at the two.* Salutations. . (That's my new word :) (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:54:33) *the wild cat gratefully accepts the paw.* Pleasure's mine. . . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 01:56:50) Ty's head ducks in a rhythmatic nod. After releasing the wildcat's paw, he lifts his mug and takes a long drink, licking his lips afterwards and grinning all the more. The wolf leans his cheek against a paw, propping an elbow against the table top and watches, as though distantly. (n/t) (Ty & Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:02:51) Vizon notes the wolf's apathy and addresses him, "So...Meck...you still picking fights?" He smiles disarmingly. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 02:06:38) Meck shakes his head with a barely audible sigh, "Naw... they seem ta find me, though." He smiles at the irony and swallows more fizz. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:09:28) *grins* Heh. . Happens to me too. . *the wild cat sips his flask.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:14:16) The wolf's golden eyes settle on the wildcat, searching for some key signal that might insinuate a certain kinship of the mind... (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:17:13) Ty finishes his rum in a hurry and eyes the bar longingly, tapping his claws against his empty mug. (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 02:18:57) *he looks at Vizon, but gladly notices the wolves attentivness(sp?)* This time he brought some of his friends with him. . *smirks.* . . Pitiful fool. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:19:31) wolves = wolf's . . . I am soo good today (groan). . (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (17-Feb-01 02:23:33) Meck draws back into himself, his eyes narrowing at the wildcat's smirk. He sits back and watches the feline suspiciously. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:23:42) Ty rips his attention from the bar and turns to look at the wildcat, "Who da ya mean?" (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 02:25:25) *he looks at the fisher.* Morgant Deathwake. . .He proclaimed war on the entire Sali but finds joy in torturing me. . . *he carefully notes the wolf's expression. . Hmm. . Smart enough to not trust everyone he meets. . he thinks.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:29:06) The fisher cracks up, "Har har har! War on the Sali? Har har - what kinda a war would that be? Oo'd waste their time? It's a tavern whur beasts 'ang out an' visit as they pass on through... Don't make sense..." (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 02:33:07) *he laughs.* That's what I told him! And know what he said? He said he'd use black magic! *he grins and drinks from his flask.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:35:19) Vizon watches the two converse, enjoying his beer immensely... (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 02:34:33) "But 'oo's 'e fightin' against? What's thur point? T'ain't ever thur same creatures...no guarantees. What's this fella targettin'? Beasts in general?" (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 02:38:48) *he shrugs.* If he has a target, I haven't heard about it. . He seems to alone be attacking me and my close friends or loved ones.. The rest are just idle threats. . So far. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:43:59) "Mmm...sounds like ya got yerself a real nutcase thur, har har..." The fisher stands and limps toward the bar with his empty mug. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 02:45:48) The wolf watches the fisher a moment then turns his attention back to Tuhor. He lifts a finger and motions between the wildcat and the mink, "So how long have you two known each other?" (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:51:35) *he nods.* Mmm. . Yes. . *his eyes seem rather distant.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:51:35) *he clicks back to reality as the wolf speaks, then adopts a quizzical expression on his face and looks at Vizon.*. . . Err. . I dunno. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:53:30) " 'Ave you 'ad any conflicts with this....Morganth looney, Vizon?" (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 02:55:56) "Actually...no...I haven't." (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 02:57:13) *he looks from wolf to mink, wondering where this is going. He rubs his neck with his good arm and continues to listen and watch.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 02:59:29) Meck nods silently, keeping his thoughts to himself. He leans back in his chair once again with a grunt and a nod, sipping at his strawberry fizz once again. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 03:01:48) *the wild cat looks at Meck for an instant, perplexed by his almost secretive manner. He looks at his flask as he gently swishes the liquid around.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:05:18) Vizon shrugs to Tuhor as his face disappears behind the tankard of blackbark once more. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:04:09) *he nods.* Likewise to you two. . How long have you known eachother? *Perhaps it is the wild cats turn to scheme(sp?) something? (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:07:44) Akright. . I am officially giving up worrying about spelling/grammer for tonight. . . eachother = each other (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (17-Feb-01 03:12:49) Vizon grins, "Not long, really, when I think about it, but I have a sort of affinity for him since I knew him when he was a pup and he means so much to Ty." He leans back and crosses his arms, splaying his boots out in a relaxed manner. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:13:09) "Funny....I was about ter say the same about you, Vizon." the wolf gives the mink a cool smile. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 03:14:09) *nods, curiously light glowing in his usual dark eyes.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:14:32) Aaaaah! akright = alright, curious = curiously (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:15:17) (OOC: Don't fret it. I understand what you meant.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (17-Feb-01 03:17:35) (grumbles) I'm in RPing hell. . . (n/t) (Tuhor's C ) (17-Feb-01 03:19:09) (OOC: I have bad spelling days too. Your mistakes do not cause me to think any less of you or your intellect, Tuhor.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (17-Feb-01 03:21:19) The thing that bugs me is I'm like this 'Must spell it right or die' freak. . Oh well! bic: *he sips his flask non chalantly as he pulls his old dagger from his boot. He looks at it carefully, making sure it is clean and unblemished.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:27:35) ************ *a large badger enters and sits at a bar stool* Saturday, 17-Feb-01 02:46:06 207.14.63.92 writes: *the badger survayes the room looking for one hare in particular but is in a talkitive moode* Bronx Click here to reply Replies: Limps behind the bar and begins to refill an empty mug with a strong rum from a bottle... (n/t) (Ty Sabre) (17-Feb-01 02:47:57) *notices the beast and gives a slight wave of his paw* Hey there. (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 02:50:15) He finishes pouring, leaving an eighth of rum at the bottom of the bottle, then looks up and nods, "'Ey..." He picks up the mug and begins to limp away, dragging his right leg along so as not to move it too much. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 02:53:54) What's the matter with your leg, sah, if I may ask? (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 02:56:12) "Huh? Oh...." The fisher pauses and makes a face, shaking his head as though it is unimportant, "Just some lizurds. Nothin' that won't 'eal over time..." (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 02:59:05) lizzards, huh? Those can be foul beasts...but not always, ya know. (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 03:01:35) "Naw, I don' know...but that's a'right. I s'pose it's possible." (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:02:43) Yeah, I duno. I guess i just like to stay away from steriotyping beasts. All those considerd "vermin" have the ability to be decent beast...And on the contrary, all those considered "goodbeasts" can be downright nasty! Just my opinion. *shrugs* (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 03:07:01) "Har har! Outta curiosity, mate - what would I be called? A goodbeast er a vermin?" The fisher smiles crookedly and leans temporarily against the counter. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:08:56) *leans with his head in his hands and his elbows on the counter* Well, I can't verry well say. I don't know you verry well and I base my oppinion of beasts off of how they act to different situations. (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 03:14:09) "I don' mean you - I mean thur folks 'oo're judgin' me offa me looks." (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:15:25) No idea, what is a fisher anywhay? is it a bird? and anywhey I am not very good at figuring what other beasts would say about you of anybeast else for that matter. (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 03:20:26) (OOC: Shouldn't that be OOC? A fisher is like a dark, tree-climbing weasel, but bigger than a pine marten.) (n/t) (Ty's C) (17-Feb-01 03:23:19) OCC: i guess you are right. oh well. bic: I guess that they would put you in the "vermin box" but like i said I am not very good at that sort of thing. (n/t) (Bronx) (17-Feb-01 03:28:17) "Huh!" The fisher seems amused by this new bit of information and stands up straight, "Well nice talkin' ta ya...I'd better git back ter me table..." He smiles and limps over to re-join his friends. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:31:15) time for me to be heading anyway. untill next time. (n/t) (Bronx(gone)) (17-Feb-01 03:34:35) ************** Vizon looks over at the bar and chuckles, "Well...looks like we lost him..." (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:29:29) *he notices a spot of blodd and tries to clean it off.*. . . I suppose it was unaviodable. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:32:30) "'Ello again, mates..." The fisher re-joins them and lifts his mug in a casual salute. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:33:26) "You sure you want to drink that?" Vizon nods at the mug of rum, "I thought you were trying to stay off the alchohol a bit..." (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:35:40) *the wild cat grins.* The prodical son returns. . . *he finds that the blood cannot be dealt with now and he stuffs it back in his boot.* (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:36:42) "Ah...right....well I am. You don' ever git drunk, Vizon, an' you 'ave two drinks of'n enough..." The fisher argues his case in a confounded tone. (n/t) (Ty) (17-Feb-01 03:41:04) *the wild catgrins and leans on his good arm as he points at Vizon's drink.* Yes, Vizon, I envy your skills. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (17-Feb-01 03:43:42) "Yeah, but I have a higher tolerance for alchohol and I only drink beer. Not strong stuff like that rum you have there... Doesn't take much of that to shine up your nose..." He looks at the fisher with an almost tired expression and tips his tankard, finishing off the last of the blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:44:22) "I don't see 'ow either of ya cain stand that stuff..." The wolf breaks his silence. (n/t) (Meck) (17-Feb-01 03:46:40) *they wild cat yawns and gets up.* Well, I'm off to get some rest. . . I have a long journey in the morn. *he finishes off the contents of his flask before nodding a goodbye to the group. He walks to the couch where he finds Reynold and Tybalt asleep in a bundle of herbs next to Whirlwind. He yawns again and flops on the couch, wincing as he hits his broken arm.* (Tuhor **asleep/gone**) (17-Feb-01 03:51:10) The mink stands, "Well you can stay and get smashed if you like, Ty, but I'm going to head on home..." He yawns and stretches, then turns and heads for the door. (n/t) (Vizon) (17-Feb-01 03:57:18) Meck gives the fisher a look and Ty sighs, setting his mug on the table with a 'clunk', "Fine fine...whatever..." He groans to himself, rubbing his eyes, trying to get his mind off the temptation in front of him. "Let's go, Meck..." The wolf tosses down the last of his strawberry fizz and rises to follow the limping fisher out of the hall. The full mug of rum sits abandoned on the table amid three empty ones... (n/t) (Ty & Meck) (17-Feb-01 04:08:35)

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Vizon & Tuhor Discuss the Issue of "Love"

The bartender sturggles with a new barrel of Blackbark. Sunday, 21-Jan-01 00:23:57 152.163.201.187 writes: Grunting, she tries to heave the large barrel into the corner with no luck. Waterstar Click here to reply Replies: He sits by himself, staring down at the boring table past clenched fists. He does not notice the new bartender. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:32:33) **taps him and the shoulder none to gentle** Help has arrived, Vizon. (n/t) (Pasche) (21-Jan-01 00:34:40) He looks up, his face still glaring, but then he turns and sees the new keg. His eyebrows jump in surprise and he stands with a smile and slaps Pasche on the back, "Great!" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:36:36) **Nearly falls flat on her face when he slaps her** No problem... **Stumbles around** (n/t) (Pasche) (21-Jan-01 00:37:58) Sunddenly, the barrel thumps down, and then Waterstar, smiles at her good luck. Nothing bad happened. Soon, though she is bored behind the bar, waiting. (n/t) (Waterstar) (21-Jan-01 00:37:34) Vizon saunters up to the bar and leans over the counter, "Blackbark...please...." (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:39:40) "Oh, sure..." She takes a glass from the shelf, and opens the keg. The BlackBark flows into the glass until it is nearly overflowed. She closes up the keg, and hands the cup to the mink. "Here ye go." (n/t) (Waterstar) (21-Jan-01 00:42:12) The mink would complain at the small size of his serving under usual circumstances, but he is so releaved to see the familiar dark beer that he simply smiles and accepts the drink, tipping his head back and draining the entire glass in one long, savoring swallow. Vizon lets out a sigh of appreciation and snags the tender's attention once more, "Another blackbark, please...." He hopes she'll take the hint and give him a large tankard this time. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:46:46) Grinning, the otter takes the largest tankard that she can find, and fills it to the brim with blackbark. "How's that?" (n/t) (Waterstar) (21-Jan-01 00:48:43) "Excellent." He grins his white-fanged grin and accepts the tankard gratefully. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:49:59) Settiling behind the counter, she props her chin on her paws and waits, thinking. (n/t) (Waterstar) (21-Jan-01 00:54:38) He carries the tankard to a random table and sits, leaning his chair back on two legs against one of the many pillars that line the walls of the hall. He basks in the flavor of his favorite beer... (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:56:40) He sips at the tall tankard until his thirst has been satiated momentarily. He glances around the hall and spots Tuhor. He smiles, "Hey Tuhor!" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 00:58:44) (OOC: Oh wait....does Vizon know Tuhor's name?) (n/t) (21-Jan-01 00:59:39) Umm. . No, but i guess he does now since I decided Tuhor also did. . (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (21-Jan-01 01:02:52) *the wild cat's ears flick back as he turns around on his seat. He sees Vizon and smiles* Greetings, Vizon! *He walks over to the mink non-chalantly* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:01:43) "How's it going?" He sets his mug down on the table and leans back in his chair again. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:04:03) *he shakes his head, not believing he is actually speaking his next words* You won't believe this. . I now have a fiance. *he smiles recalling Stardust's reaction* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:06:17) "Oh really?" Vizon contemplates this information thoughtfully, then comes back to his senses....."Who?" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:08:17) *he leans against a pillar, his eyes seem distant* . . .Her name is Stardust. . .*he sighs happily* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:11:00) Vizon crosses his arms...the name is meaningless to him, but he says nothing. After a minute or so of rocking his chair to bump against the pillar, he says, "Known her a long time have you?" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:14:23) *he clicks back to reality* Ever since I came to the Sali. . *He begins to carve something in the pillar with his claw* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:17:42) "How long is that?" He asks, his face impassive. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:19:47) *he blinks, thinking* Perhaps six or seven months. . *he continues to his carving* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:21:30) "Mmmm. And you've no doubt she's the one and only, eh?" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:23:52) *his eyes flash anger for a moment before he responds* No doubt in my mind, Vizon. . *he looks at him* And in yours? (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:25:53) "I am not you, Tuhor. I wouldn't know. Don't get your fur in a frizz...I was just....thinking out loud so to speak..." He drops all four legs of the chair onto the floor and lifts his tankard for another drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:28:39) *the wild cat sighs. He always takes everything too ofensivly. . * I believe I have seen you and an ottermaid together every once and awhile. . *his tail waves about madly* Anything there? (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:34:56) Vizon gives the wildcat an annoyed look, "Yeah..." He takes a sip of the beer, staring past it at nothing in particular, "there is..." (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:36:35) *he grins to himself*Mmmmm. . I see. .*He brings his thoughts to Xavier. .Hmm. . This conversation seemed rather familiar. . * (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:40:45) "Do you?" The mink turns at looks at the wildcat. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:42:59) (turns and looks at the wildcat.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (21-Jan-01 01:47:38) *he glances at the mink*. . Perhaps. . . *he gazes out the window into the snow-covered landscape* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:47:50) "Tell me, Tuhor......Can you imagine life without her?" He is leaning over the his mug now, one arm propping up his face on the table. He swishes around the foamy beer as though bored. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:53:39) *he stops leaning on the pillar and looks out the window* Assuming that is a comparison between my love for Star, and yours for (sorry I can't remember her name.), no, Vizon I could not. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 01:56:44) (OOC: If he doesn't know her name, he doesn't know her name. Either ask IC or say "the otter") (n/t) (VR, OOC) (21-Jan-01 02:01:52) ooc: He does, I believe he spoke with her once, but i can't spell it, it's like Mnehemn or something like that. .Just can't remember. . (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (21-Jan-01 02:07:41) (OOC: Mnemeh.) (n/t) (VR) (21-Jan-01 02:15:53) Not enjoying the wildcat's patronizing attitude, Vizon only grunts and floods his throat with more beer. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 01:59:45) *Tuhor sighs* You and I are truely two different beasts. . *he looks over at him* The only thing we share in common. . *he looks up and spreads his arms out* Is this, the Sali. . *his arms fall to his sides and he glances back to Vizon* And maybe a few more things. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 02:05:50) Vizon agrees entirely. Obviously this creature is not the right one to discuss issues of "love" with - as defensive as he is...but again, the mink says nothing, keeping his thoughts to himself. He's said too much already and now Tuhor thinks he is attacking his affection for this female when in all actuality he is only searching for answers for himself... He sips at the mug, his face sedate. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:11:01) *the wild cat slumps down in a seat next to Vizon and fishes through his cloak for his flask. He sighs pitifully. He knows he eventually have to think before he speaks. . he shudders. Now that's scary. . he chuckles quietly to himself before deciding to ask something* Do you know a ferret named Hargeis, by any chance? (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 02:17:00) "oooooooo." (n/t) (you know) (21-Jan-01 02:19:01) (OOC: Right on! Glad you could make it - Isn't it late for you?) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (21-Jan-01 02:22:38) *raises a paw to his ear* Hark! Can it be?? Is it MP the all mighty holders of the LNV banner??? (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (21-Jan-01 02:23:21) Nope. (n/t) (VR, OOC) (21-Jan-01 02:24:26) Not MP...but perhaps equally illustrious?? no...surely not. I posted above, btw.... (n/t) (Bainin Fein, Esq.) (21-Jan-01 02:26:06) Wow! There is actually more then two people here now! (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (21-Jan-01 02:28:18) oh, and it's the cream of the crop, too... (n/t) (bainin) (21-Jan-01 02:33:13) Sure is. . (n/t) (A slightly bored Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 02:47:28) (OOC: Well - there's no excuse for that, Tuhor. You are at Vizon's table and we are talking all around you. Speak up!) (n/t) (VR) (21-Jan-01 02:54:44) Errr. . . You are? Oh well, I'm just going to talk in the post above. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:03:01) "Hargeis....is that the one who attacked Fiarah?" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:23:23) *he nods* (who should be dead I might add. .) (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 02:25:19) **a pine marten stumbles in...late, as usual...** Sunday, 21-Jan-01 02:24:50 172.171.242.59 writes: **she wrinkles her nose a bit, thinking, then focuses her eyes on the bar. grunting, she decides against it, making her way towards the mink, instead** Bainin Fein Click here to reply Replies: "Hey Bainin..." He gives the marten a weak smile. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:26:16) [not sure if he's sitting or standing...] **she raises her paw** Vizon. **purses her lips** deserted...as usual. like they knew i was coming... **scuffs her boots on the floor** (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 02:31:14) Still here, Bainin? (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 02:41:55) Nevermind. . . (n/t) (Tuhor's C) (21-Jan-01 02:42:49) "Heh heh...." He lifts the mug to his lips but his eyes watch her. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:41:23) **puffs her cheeks out** What you drinking, Vizon? **laughs** never mind, Never mind... (n/t) (Bainin [still here, yup]) (21-Jan-01 02:43:28) "What's so funny?" He eyes her suspiciously...he doesn't remember her being here for the....blackbark crisis..... (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:45:17) **holds her paws up** Whoa, there. I only laughed, because I've only seen you drink one thing, and that's blackbark. I sort of forgot, when I asked you, and when I remembered, the very fact that I asked you seemed funny. **smiles** You're a creature of habit, I suppose. (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 02:47:40) "Oh ......right. I guess it's not a very good thing....I've often thought about how easy it would be for someone to poison me, heh heh heh...." (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 02:51:19) **smiles** Yeah, just don't make any enemies, I suppose. **grins wryly, then abruptly sits down on the floor** How's life treating you, Vizon? (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 02:55:46) "Fair..." he answers with a shrug. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:00:20) **crosses her legs, flopping one on top of the other** Fair's a horrible answer, just so you know. Could mean anything. **wrinkles her nose again, looking around the room** (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:02:38) *the wild cat keeps his silence, many thoughts juggling through his head. He rubs his temples as he speaks* Anybody want anything? I'm heading to the bar. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:08:58) He shrugs again, "Well - to tell you the truth...not much has happened......" He takes a drink and smacks his lips lightly, "Except that I finally got to talk to Mnemeh..." He looks down at the table self-cosciously, grinning. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:09:00) I'm fine, had enough for the night. **she says to Tuhor with a casual wave of her paw** Mnemeh? I assume this is the one, right? You never mentioned her name before, but it has to be. **leans back, elbows on the hardwood floor** (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:11:43) *Tuhor gets up and returns moments later carrying a glass of some golden liquid. He slumps back down in his seat as his head slaps onto the table. He picks up his head and sips the glass* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:20:43) He nods, feeling stupid that he can't stop smiling... (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:14:57) **the marten can't help but smile at the mink's unconcious happiness** well. I'll have to meet her sometime, this Mnemeh (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:19:11) *Tuhor nods at Bainin's remarks* Yes, she Her and her daughter seem rather nice. . Though I have only seen them from a distance. . (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:23:39) Yes, HER and her daughter. . (n/t) (Typo King. . ) (21-Jan-01 03:26:43) "You'd like her..." He says earnestly, then burries his smile in beer. (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:23:20) **the marten looks surprised** She has a daughter... **looks briefly at Vizon, then looks away** Huh. **she leans back, seeming to momentarily lose interestes. the marten is beginning to look tired** (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:27:52) *he swish his drink in the glass* That is. . If I am correct. . *He looks to Vizon to confirm* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:32:06) Vizon says nothing....he doesn't like to explain. He clears his throat, "Her name's Morscenia.... She's an angel." (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:31:33) *Tuhor looks away, afraid that he has, once again, seemingly offended the mink* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:34:02) **nods, smiling** That's a beautiful name. **leans back completely onto the floor** Hmmm. (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:36:09) The mink leans over, "You all right, Bainin?" (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:37:24) *he glances at the marten and raises an eyebrow* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:39:28) **jerks upright, as though woken up** Oh, yeah, fine... just a bit drowsy. I think I'll crash here tonight, actually. **stumbles over to a couch in front of the fire and falls instantly asleep** (n/t) (Bainin) (21-Jan-01 03:39:51) *he snorts* Only Bainin. . . *his snort then falls into a slight laugh* (n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:42:15) He finishes the last of the huge tankard and leans back, stretching. He looks over at Tuhor with a yawn, "It IS getting rather late now that she mentioned it....I should probably head on out...." (n/t) (Vizon) (21-Jan-01 03:42:00) *nods* True.(n/t) (Tuhor) (21-Jan-01 03:44:30) He stands and stretches his arms high above his head then gives Tuhor a half-hearted wave, "See ya..." Then he turns and walks out. (n/t) (VR) (21-Jan-01 03:48:55)

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How to Deal with Bratty Dibbuns: According to Vizon Rok and Bainin Fein

**Once behind the bar she dissapears into the back, eyes litting up as she discovers the barrels of Elderberry wine, Blackbark, October Ale, and Strawberry fizz. Approaching the first barrel, she attempts to lift it, but fails miserably. Instead, she removes a small dagger from her satchel and stabs in into the barrel, creating a small hole.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:02:03) "What are you doing?" the mink crosses his arms. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:04:33) **Surprised by the sudden enterance of the mink, she drops the dagger, yet doesn't bother to recover it.** I was getting a drink. **She barely mutters, gradually backing away** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:10:02) "That's no way to open a barrel...you'll spoil the entire barrel - it won't keep for long once you let the air to it..." (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:13:54) (OOC: Hmmm...that was a little repetitive...should have used a different word than "barrel" the second time...) BIC: He joins her behind the bar and grabs up a mug to fill with the dark blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:17:47) **Crosses her arms, pushing her satchel behind her with a free footpaw.** We'll guess I just learned somthing new then. **Her speech is off, unpracticed** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:20:47) "That's all right - see look here - this one's already open..." He points at another keg of elderberry wine around the corner then helps himself to a tall tankard of blackbark. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:23:44) **Bends down to retrieve her bulky satchel, and begins to browse the bar for a mug. Snickering at the dibbun's desperate attempts for a taste of strawberry fizz, for she's never understood dibbuns, nor wanted to.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:32:50) *eyes lighting up (n/t) (Gitana 'ooc') (05-Jan-01 22:04:36) **the wildcat dibbun runs over to the barrel of Strawberry Fizz and wraps his little arms around it** (n/t) (Baby Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:07:24) **uses his paw a a dagger, he begins to poke at the barrel** (n/t) (Baby Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:15:32) "Hey..hey - don't do that." He shoo's the little wildcat away from the strawberry fizz. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:18:50) **sticks his togue at the mink** You funny wooking. **hes never seen a mink before so he doesn't mind being mean to him** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:22:56) (thats tongue*) (n/t) (Arrow OOC) (05-Jan-01 22:24:22) "Ha ha - yeah? Well see if you get any strawberry fizz from me now, kit. I was going to give you some...but I'm not so sure now." (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:25:32) **the dibbuns lip begins to trimble and tears form in his eyes** But..but..I wove Stawbery Fizz. (n/t) (05-Jan-01 22:29:08) He sighs and props one foot up on a lower shelf under the bar and leaning an elbow against the counter as he looks down at the kitten, "I might give you some....if you promise to be nice." (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:32:47) I pwomise. **smiles sweetly** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:36:48) He pours a small cup of the fizz, but holds it just out of reach of the kitten for a moment, making sure his point gets across, "No more sticking out your tongue?" (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:39:03) ********** A mink steps through the door, and looks around, chewing idley on his lip. Friday, 05-Jan-01 22:01:38 205.162.160.133 writes: Vizon Rok Click here to reply Replies: He walks toward the bar and sees a squirrel and a pine marten talking to one another and then notices an otter stabbing one of the kegs with a dagger... (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:09:26) **Bainin squints her eyes in the peculiar way that she has and watches the mink. Now, foxes, wildcats, even wolves are a dime a dozen in these parts. But a mink. That's almost as rare as seeing another pine marten. She swishes more bourbon in her mouth.** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:12:10) He gripes at the otter for nearly ruining an entire barrel of wine then joins her on the other side of the counter to obtain his usual drink. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:15:56) **chin raised, she watches the exchange between otter and mink with amusement. Swigging the last of her bourbon, she excuses herself and walks to the bar** Y'wanna grab the bottle of bourbon back there and pass it this way? **she asks to either the mink or otter** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:20:53) He glances at the shelves under the counter and grabs a bottle, setting it upright on the counter for the marten. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:26:43) Thanks, eh? **she pours a few pawdigits worth into her glass, then, after a moment's thought, sloshes in a bit more. She frowns, then decides to keep the bottle on the counter for good measure** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:31:43) **Peers over the top of the bar, smirking once she spots Bainin.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:35:57) **she catches the otter's smirk and frowns slightly, wondering if the otter knows her from earlier days. She swigs more bourbon, thinking, as her mind drifts** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:40:09) **She shrugs and continues. After moments of searching, she finally comes across a single mug. Grabing it abruptly, she swiftly raises herself to standing position and approaches the keg of Elderberry wine, filling her mug greedily** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:47:31) (OOC: Ok, seems like everybody's congregating at the bar, so why not me?) *The squirrel walks over and leans against the bar.* And do you see any wine? White, preferably. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 22:33:30) "Uh...hold up a sec..." He fills a small cup of strawberry fizz for a small wildcat dibbun... (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:36:36) **smiles and points to the kitten on the floor** Looks like our tender is wrestling with a strawberry fizz addict. And let me tell you, they're the worst kind. **laughs** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:37:11) *She grins at the kitten.* I don't doubt it. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 22:39:35) He flashes the marten a crooked smile, then turns back to the dibbun, holding the cup just out of reach, prompting, "And no more sticking out you tongue?" (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:41:43) (erg...you=your...) (n/t) (VR) (05-Jan-01 22:42:56) **his eyes light up as he trys to grab the cup** No more, no more! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:44:03) "Alllll right then..." He smiles and hands the kitten the cup then stands up and looks at Rķan, "Oh yeah - hold onnnn...." He drums his claws against the counter and makes clicking noises through his teeth, searching all the bottles beneath the counter for the white wine... (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:47:39) Red is fine, if there isn't any white. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 22:52:34) **gives a grunting laugh. she doesn't deal with dibbuns frequently, and they typically make her laugh - in small doses** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:45:55) **he drains down his Strawberry fizz then climbs up on the counter, smiling at everybeast** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:49:33) **although her eyes have slightly distracted look, she grabs the bourbon bottle out of the way of the dibbun's awkward clambering** Whoa, careful there. **she seems to have lost the urge to be the center of attention, despite the rather large audience** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:53:37) He pulls out one bottle, eyeing it skeptically, "Hmm....White Winter Wine....will that do?" He uncorks the bottle and sniffs it, then shrugs. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:56:48) *She stretches across the counter to get a closer look at the bottle.* Sounds good. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:00:24) He shrugs and slides it to her. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:04:28) *The squirrel taps her foot and gives him a slightly amused look.* What about a glass? (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:11:24) He rolls his eyes and sighs, looking around, but doesn't see any...."Hey - who does dishes around here anyway?" (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:19:13) Don't know...*She eyes Bainin's bourbon glass.* There have to be glasses somewhere back there, she found one. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:25:07) **Empting her glass with one last long gulp, and slides the squirrel the glass. Wiping her mouth with the backside of her paw, she graps her satchel and departs into the crowds.** (n/t) (Gitana ) (05-Jan-01 23:33:14) **Sips the Elderberry Wine, savouring its taste, as if it is air. She catches a glimpse of the dibbun, but only arches a brow, obviously disinterested.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 22:54:59) **gives Bainin a huge grin** Me careful! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 22:55:26) Mmmm, yes. I seem to have heard the same phrase from a drunken weasel once. And you two had about the same level of coordination. **raises her bourbon glass in mock salute to the dibbun** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 22:58:14) **copies her with his empty cup** Yep, yep! **when he sees Vizon not looking, he quickly sticks his tongue at Gitana** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:00:55) **Narrows her eyes, and grinds her teeth, in an attempt to stay calm. Quickly, she takes a long sip of wine, before her mouth has a chance to take off.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 23:04:02) **shakes his paw at her in a motherly type way** You not in good mood. Better bwe nice! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:07:40) "I am careful..." He corrects the kitten, shaking his head at the neanderthalish language. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 22:59:51) Thats what me say! Me careful! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:02:21) **shakes her head, then turns to Gitana** He's a dibbun. Getting mad at him would be like getting mad at a tree stump. Or a drunken weasel for that matter. It's a useless expenditure of energy. (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:07:23) **snorts** And you, **she says to the dibbun** Had better learn respect if you want to live past four seasons. (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:11:25) Me gonna live many seasons! Kill anyone who get in me way! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:13:35) Riiiiiiiiight. **refills her bourbon glass** Well, if you don't learn it now, you'll learn it the hard way. And that, my little scoundrel, is not my concern. **swishes bourbon into her mouth contentedly** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:17:06) **Shrugs, still glaring at the dibbun, as she slowly runs her paw over the rim of the mug thoughtfully.** (n/t) (Gitana) (05-Jan-01 23:24:42) (Yeesh..Nightmare on Elmo Street...) (n/t) (VR) (05-Jan-01 23:13:03) (thats making me laugh! (nightmare on elmo street) sorry but thats a crack-up) **jumps on Bainin's back** You now learn hard way! (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:20:40) Yes, Mink is goody goody. It would be funny if you jumped on his back...but I don't think you have the guts... **watches, trying not to smile as she waits for the dibbun's response** (n/t) (Bainin) (31-Dec-69 19:00:00) **almost chokes on her bourbon, but calmly sets the glass down and pulls the dibbun off her back with little effort. She sets him on the bar** If you're trying to get a reaction, you're not going to get it from me. Why don't you try that nice mink? (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:24:20) **sniffs** Mink boring! Goody-goody! Yup! **grins at her then sticks his tongue at her. Looks up to see if she does anything** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:27:56) [my response somehow went two spaces up...] (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:35:09) ************* Hey Bainin - you've got some sort of strange hairy growth on your back.... Friday, 05-Jan-01 23:25:50 207.14.63.238 writes: Vizon Click here to reply Replies: I know, I'm trying to get it removed. Actually, it's my liver, rather enlarged from all the bourbon drinking... (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:29:17) He laughs and then begins to walk the length of the counter, searching for a glass for Rķan... (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:31:19) He disappears into the backroom, "Aha!" (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:34:09) **calls out** Oh yeah, I found mine back there. Should have told you earlier... (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:35:59) *She studies the wine bottle for a moment, then turns to Bainin.* Where'd you find the glass? (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:35:42) Walks out and holds a glass up triumphantly, "They were in the back!" He grins and sets the cup in front of Rķan with a bang. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:37:04) *She pours herself some of the wine, smiling at Vizon and the dibbun.* Oh dear, now there's a growth on your back. Must be something contagious. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:42:09) **follows Vizon then quickly jumps on his back, yelling his own war cry** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:37:59) Jareth slumps at the bar, his head fur dangling in his mug... (n/t) (Jareth) (05-Jan-01 23:39:28) **can't help but laugh out loud** Guess that hairy growth was contagious, **she manages to sputter through laughter and bourbon** (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:40:17) [btw, have bainin and vizon actually met before? i can't remember...] (n/t) (bainin OOC) (05-Jan-01 23:42:05) I thought so.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (05-Jan-01 23:48:02) Could be. My memory...only slightly rivals that of my dog... (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:54:24) (OOC: I hate it when that happens. Just ignore what one of us said, I guess.) (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:43:52) yeah...i guess great minds...you know what they say (n/t) (bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:45:35) Wow - impressive. Guess I set myself up for that one.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (05-Jan-01 23:46:22) He grimaces and glares, then reaches back and grabs the kit by an arm, pulling him off roughly and letting him dangle in the air. He glares at the kitten and says in a low, threatening voice, "DON'T DO THAT AGAIN." Then he sets him down on the floor. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:42:53) **is very angered by this so he jumps back on and begins to bite his ear(note that young wildcats hard amazingly sharp teeth)** Meany! **chew** Meany!! **bite, chew** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:44:55) Jareth scowls, and reaches up past Vizon's neck to grab the ugly little whelp by his ears. (n/t) (Jareth) (05-Jan-01 23:46:44) **bites Jareth** (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:48:38) *She arches an eyebrow.* No need to be so harsh with him, he's only playing. (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:46:26) (That was meant for Vizon, but I guess it could apply to both of them.) (n/t) (Rķan) (05-Jan-01 23:48:27) He knocks the kitten off his back with a growl, trusting in the time old saying that cats always land on their feet... (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:50:33) **stands up** Like I said, getting angry with them is like getting angry at a tree stump. I'm leaving, though, if you want me to take him out into the snow to cool down a bit. (n/t) (Bainin) (05-Jan-01 23:49:26) **lands on his bottom and begins to cry. He runs over to Bainin and reaches for her paw** Me go wit you. (n/t) (Arrow) (05-Jan-01 23:53:19) "Yeah...do that...." He grabs the kit up by the scruff and tosses it to the marten. (n/t) (Vizon) (05-Jan-01 23:53:33) Jareth hisses in bristling threat at the kitten, and returns to his ale. (n/t) (Jareth) (05-Jan-01 23:55:01) **snatches her paw out of reach of the kitten's, then grabs him by his scruff, where it won't hurt, but where she'll have plenty of leverage** This is no joy ride, kid. **nodding at Vizon and Rian, she pulls the dibbun with her out the door** You're not going with me anywhere. **with a little heft, she tosses the dibbun into a particularly deep snow drift, then disappears quickly into the night before he can recover** (n/t) (Bainin [who is through with struggling with this stupid computer]) (05-Jan-01 23:57:19) **falls into the snow and is very well hidden by the great mound of it. He begins to bawl so EVERYONE in the dance can hear it** I want BAININ!!! I WANT MOMMY!!! I WANT MARABELL!! (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:00:09) He jumps over the bar and walks over to shut the door. (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:02:37) **begins to yelp that annoying loud yelp all baby wildcats do when they want their mom** (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:04:26) Jareth snarls, covering his ears, "Shut up, ya pathetic excuse for a foghorn...." (n/t) (Jareth) (06-Jan-01 00:03:37) (Shuts the door...) (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:05:48) (ooh, too bad it can still be heard!) (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:08:28) Jareth snorts, kicking the barstool over, and spilling his drink, irratiated to the point of nerve breakage.jL (n/t) (Jareth) (06-Jan-01 00:13:27) He glares at the door in annoyance and makes his way back to the bar. (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:12:28) *She storms over to the door and pulls it open, glaring at Vizon.* I don't care if you don't like him, I'm not going to let you just leave him out in the cold. *She steps out and picks up the dibbun.* Quiet down now, you'll be all right. Want to go back inside and have some more strawberry fizz? (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:11:22) **he calms down and nods sadly** Stawbery fizz good. (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:13:42) *Rķan carries him back in and sets him down on a barstool. She finds his cup and looks around for the strawberry fizz barrel.* (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:16:17) **sucks on his paw and yawns** (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:17:53) *She hears the yawn and smiles while filling the cup.* Yes, I would think your bedtime is right about now, isn't it? (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:22:18) **nods** Mommy or Marabell know me out. (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:23:47) *Gives him the cup* Are they here right now, your mommy and Marabell? (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:27:34) They no here. They at home. Me wun off cause me get tired of home. Come here to play. (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:31:00) *The squirrel looks back at the dibbun.* You ran away? That was very naughty of you, but I'm sure you'll be thoroughly scolded when they find you. (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:35:00) "What's the deal with parents leaving their children by themselves around this hall? Don't they know there are kid-snatchers around who love to carry them off for a snack?" He looks around for the red-eyed cat, but only sees a group of fighting beasts... (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:28:07) *She follows his gaze and watches the fight.* Not exactly the best place for children to be, anyway. (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:32:15) He props a foot up on the counter behind the bar, "Huh...yeah...just the other night I fought off a cat that was trying to eat a vole dibbun....and that dibbun was just as bad as this one... (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:34:42) **his big eyes open wide at his comment** Me good dibbun. **finishes his drink then suddenly falls oh his back and begins to snore** (n/t) (Arrow) (06-Jan-01 00:37:21) *Smiles* I knew that was coming. *She carries him over to her chair by the fire and sets him down in it, covering him with her cloak. Returning to the bar, she picks up her glass of wine and speaks to the mink.* By the way, do I know your name? Mine is Rķan. (OOC: I don't believe they've met before, but I could be wrong.) (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:44:41) "Uh....you look familiar...but I'm real bad with names so I'm glad you told me. I'm Vizon Rok." He nods at her and reaches a paw out. (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:47:29) *She takes a sip of wine and shakes his paw.* Nice to meet you. (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:51:07) He gives her a disapproving look, but is relieved that he's under someone else's care now...let's see how well you do, Rķan... (n/t) (Vizon) (06-Jan-01 00:14:42) (OOC: You just offer them something sweet--works without fail.) (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:18:02) Jareth eyes the kitten as if understanding while males of his kind occasionally cannibilize such. (n/t) (Jareth) (06-Jan-01 00:20:02) (OOC: Naw - it shows 'em that screaming tantrums are rewwarded...) (n/t) (VR) (06-Jan-01 00:20:29) (OOC: Oops - double "W"'s...) (n/t) (VR) (06-Jan-01 00:23:19) (True, though in this case I'd say there was good cause for the screaming tantrum, being thrown out in the snow like that. Of course, there was also good cause for throwing him out in the snow...) (n/t) (Rķan) (06-Jan-01 00:25:06)

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