Subject: Haaaaaaaaarleeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!
Author:
Harley Blacktail
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Date Posted: 18:40:38 02/14/02 Thu
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The hare walks in backwards, snapping his fingers then turns
to face the hall with a grin,
"Yeah yeah! YEAH! I'm pumped, man! I'm HERE for the
BEER!" He hops in place with energy and rubs his paws together with
anticipation.
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** the short badger walks over smiling at the hare ** "
Beer indeed mate. I don't believe I've seen you 'ere 'afore. I'm Skilldock, who
are you?" -- Skilldock, 18:42:52 02/14/02 Thu
He extends a gray-furred paw and grins, "Harley
Blacktail - just point the way, pal!" -- Harley, 18:44:22 02/14/02 Thu
" Pleased to meet yer. I haven't seen many hares 'round
here tis nice to finally meet one." ** he walks to the bar and sits** --
Skilldock, 18:46:37 02/14/02 Thu
"Heh HEH! He slaps the badger on the back and hops over
the bar in one smooth jump, using his arm as a sort of axis. "You want a
drink, bub?" -- Harley, 18:49:27 02/14/02 Thu
**smiles** " Shore mate, get me the darkest Ale yer can
find back tehre." -- Skilldock, 18:52:54 02/14/02 Thu
He raps against random pots, pans, and shelves, creating an
impromtu beat that seems to be playing in his head. "Dark
stuff...gotcha." He fills a tankard with dark malted ale and pours another
of the same for himself. He slides the first to the badger then pulls himself
up onto the counter and sits cross-legged there. -- Harley, 18:56:53 02/14/02
Thu
*Shaking off a slight spook from her encounter with the
Queen, Jara lowered her staff and walked across the room to the fire, needing
warmth, and more importantly, light. She moved to take a seat near the two
beasts already there.* Hello there. *She paused* Mind if I join you. -- Jara
Squirrel, 19:07:31 02/14/02 Thu
(Wait - they're at the bar, not the fireplace. If you are at
the fireplace, you should be talking to beasts at the fireplace...) -- H's C,
19:12:48 02/14/02 Thu
** takes his and sips it.** " Good stuff. So what
brings you to the Sali?" -- Skilldock, 18:59:26 02/14/02 Thu
"BOREdom. Sheer boredom. I think I'm quitting the
brooms. I'll be a bum and live off the free food here." He smiles broadly
and sips at the dark ale. -- Harley, 19:08:39 02/14/02 Thu
** glances at the new beast** " Tis fine by me."
-- Skilldock, 19:08:52 02/14/02 Thu
*Jara bobed her head gratefully and took a seat. Her manners
caught up with her a moment later.* Thank you, sir. My name is Jara. I hope I'm
not interrupting - *She smiled slightly* ...too badly at least. -- Jara,
19:13:55 02/14/02 Thu
" Boredom is a boring thing, I have heard. " --
Skilldock, 19:12:17 02/14/02 Thu
OOC Nevermind: sorry. My brother's just come and laid claim
to the computer. -- Jara, 19:17:00 02/14/02 Thu
** he stands and smiles at the two.** " Well I must be
off see you later pehaps." ** he slings his broadsword onto his back and
walks off.** -- Skilldock, 19:16:12 02/14/02 Thu
The hare, not moved to laugh, stares at the badger blankly.
-- Harley, 19:16:57 02/14/02 Thu
"See ya!" He salutes hap-hazardly and takes
another drink. -- Harley Blacktail, 19:18:54 02/14/02 Thu
"Boom-bitty-bop-ditty bow bow...BAM diddy..." the
hare bobs his head to his own beat, pausing intermittently to sip his beer. --
Harley, 19:28:27 02/14/02 Thu
He finishes his drink and shoves the empty mug aside,
"Bah, you guys are all dull as stream-stones." He hops off the bartop
and heads for the door. -- Harley Blacktail, 20:16:47 02/14/02 Thu
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A rangy female coyote in odd, badly worn clothes shuffles in the hall, eyes down.
Author: Nat
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Date Posted: 13:24:07 01/05/02 Sat
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The previously swollen side of her face is a little more normal now, but she keeps that eye closed, even if she doesn't need to. She glances sidelong about the hall, looking, looking, but not seeing, exactly, so she shuffles over to a table and sits down, staring at the wood surface.
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Another coyote trots in, pausing in the doorway to look around. He spots the other coyote and looks surprised again. His tail waivers a little in a wag. -- Jax, 13:26:01 01/05/02 Sat
Nat's nose quivers slightly and she looks up, smiling a little oddly in recognition. "Hi. You . . . you wanna sit down?" -- Nat, 13:28:24 01/05/02
Sat "Uh...okay." He grins suddenly and tugs at the edge of his tunic, then sits across from her, paws folded in his lap. -- Jax, 13:30:24 01/05/02
Sat "So . . ." she scratches behind one ear, wincing. "So . . . Jax. How are . . . you?" -- Nat, 13:33:00 01/05/02 Sat
He grins again, delighted that she actually remembered his name, "Oh - um...I'm okay..." He looks at her happily for a moment before remembering his part, "How are you?" -- Jax, 13:35:04 01/05/02 Sat
"Uh . . . decent. Face is better." She ducks her head slightly. "This is a hard place sometimes, you know." She glances sidelong at the coyote's missing ear and glances immediately back at his face, a little embarressed. -- Nat, 13:36:41 01/05/02 Sat
He smiles a closed smile, and brings his paws to the table top to fidget, "So, what happened to your face?" -- Jax, 13:39:50 01/05/02 Sat
"I . . . I got hit with a club. Just a . . . a glancing blow really. Not too bad. Bad tempered squirrel (heh heh). It's all right now." She curls one leg under her, glancing at the table again. -- Nat, 13:42:03 01/05/02 Sat
He puts his elbows on the table and props his face against his paws with a frown, "That makes me mad... I wish other beasts would just leave us coyotes alone - it's like they are offended that we're alive or something..." He gestures with one paw then lets both drop to the table. -- Jax, 13:48:22 01/05/02 Sat
"Yeah . . . I dunno. Maybe . . . maybe it's just 'cause we're small and weak and nomadic. You know? We're not . . . there's never more than one or two of us together," she glances to the side," and so, we're just prey." -- Nat, 13:50:37 01/05/02 Sat
He shrugs, "I guess...I mean, I don't feel like I'm weak or anything, but I am smaller than the wolves and I've never learned how to use a weapon. Maybe I should." He slouches and glares out at the hall, "I'd rather not though. I hate fighting." -- Jax, 13:52:53 01/05/02 Sat
"So do I," she mutters. "And I don't have any illusions about my strength. Used to carry a weapon. Heck of a lot that did." -- Nat, 13:54:37 01/05/02 Sat
"Makes them feel more justified in trying to kill you." He straightens and crosses his arms. -- Jax, 13:56:17 01/05/02 Sat
"Tell me about it." She pulls herself out of the chair and looks directly at Jax for a moment. "That's how it is. But maybe it doesn't have to be like that." She smiles a little, "Well . . . I gotta go." And she . . .uh, does. -- Nat, 13:58:53 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Scythe
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Date Posted: 14:19:53 01/05/02 Sat
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The ferret saunters in cooly. He shakes droplets of melted snow from his blue jacket and walks over to the fire, extending his damp paws near the warm flames.
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After a few minutes he turns away from the fireplace and moves out into the hall. He spots the coyote he'd seen the other day and walks over to him, "Hey theuh. How's it goin'?" -- Scythe, 14:29:53 01/05/02 Sat
His eyes look up at the ferret, but his long nose remains pointed at the table. "Okay." -- Jax, 14:33:35 01/05/02 Sat
"I was about to go ovah to the bah. You want something while I'm theuh?" -- Scythe, 14:35:23 01/05/02 Sat
~.^ Reost ~.^
Author: Lost Genesis
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Date Posted: 13:14:25 01/05/02 Sat
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**soya lays in the rafters her quiver on her back she aims for once down at a book on the table and lets her arrow fly it prieces parn's book. Parn pulls the arrow out and continues to write, Lei sleeping peacefully in his lap. Mei sharpens her sword with a rounded silver stick.**
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**she looks about from the rafters** (NT) -- Soya, 14:12:15 01/05/02 Sat
The coyote sits by himself, his one ear pricked and listening. He knows he's not alone and it makes him jittery. (NT) -- Jax, 14:16:55 01/05/02 Sat
**her eyes gaze down at the coyote she gets a grin across her lips and than decides she better not scare the living daylights out fo the porr thing** Hey why you so jittery? (NT) -- Soya, 14:21:15 01/05/02 Sat
He jumps a little at the voice and looks up into the rafters, "I don't know..." He shrugs and moves his paws under his legs. (NT) -- Jax, 14:26:03 01/05/02 Sat
YOu should know being jittery gets you nowhere (NT) -- Soya, 14:27:17 01/05/02 Sat
He shrugs and hunches his shoulders. (NT) -- Jax, 14:28:32 01/05/02 Sat
**grins and aims an arrow in front of his hind paws and shots it. It hits the mark** Not very friendly either (NT) -- Soya, 14:35:44 01/05/02 Sat
"Ahhh!" Jax instinctively jumps back, succeeding only in tipping his chair over backwards. He flails a moment then hits the floor, smacking his head. (NT) -- Jax, 14:37:33 01/05/02 Sat
**gasps** Im sorry I didnt mean to make you hurt yourself **she crawls outta the rafters and pulls her arrow outta the ground and bows slightly** Very sorry only meant to startle you a bit ..Are you ok? (NT) -- Soya, 14:40:16 01/05/02 Sat
He rubs the back of his head, his brow furrowed deeply. (NT) -- Jax, 14:42:31 01/05/02 Sat
Scythe tenses and looks up into the rafters in alarm, expecting another arrow to follow any second. -- Scythe, 14:40:21 01/05/02 Sat
When he sees that it was not an attack after all, he relaxes and glares at the archer, looking down at the coyote, "You okay?" -- Scythe, 14:41:28 01/05/02 Sat
He squints up at the ferret and the stranger, "Yeah..." He rolls over and into a sitting position, "What was that for?" -- Jax, 14:43:42 01/05/02 Sat
very sorry...I was trying to have a bit of fun and the beast seem to jittery. **scratches her ears** I guess I didnt help much **she bows again** So Sorry **she climbs back in the rafters** (NT) -- Soya, 14:46:37 01/05/02 Sat
Scythe reaches down, extending a paw to help Jax to his feet. (NT) -- Scythe, 14:48:30 01/05/02 Sat
He picks the chair back up and sets it upright. "Now, about that drink...maybe some tea or something?" (NT) -- Scythe, 14:49:44 01/05/02 Sat
Thanatos suddenly recognizes the coyote. "Jax?" He stands slowly and walks over to them, eyeing Soya and Scythe with suspicion. -- Thanatos, 14:49:37 01/05/02 Sat
"Oh! Hi Thanatos!" He smiles up at the wolf, still rubbing the back of his head. -- Jax, 14:50:34 01/05/02 Sat
He nods a greeting to Jax. "What has happened?" he questions, casting a quick glance at Soya. "Are you getting yourself into trouble again?" -- Thanatos, 14:56:11 01/05/02 Sat
Jax's mouth drops open and his voice comes out a little high, "No - I was - I was just sitting here!" -- Jax, 14:57:32 01/05/02 Sat
Thanatos holds up a paw. "All right. Just...curious." He casts another glance at Soya. -- Thanatos, 15:01:13 01/05/02 Sat
Scythe nods at the wolf and decides to go ahead and get Jax a drink. He heads for the kitchens where the hot water should be. -- Scythe, 14:51:54 01/05/02 Sat
**comes back down out of the rafters** You beast are too uptight I was only have a bit of fun (NT) -- Soya, 14:52:41 01/05/02 Sat
He glares at the squirrel(?) on his way to the kitchens, "Arrows are plenty cause foah alahm. You shouldn't treat a weapon like a toy." (NT) -- Scythe, 14:55:08 01/05/02 Sat
(she's a vixen) I dont treat it like a toy all the time only when I am bored and it was fun **she sits in front of the fire** (NT) -- Soya, 14:57:14 01/05/02 Sat
He coughs a humorless laugh and disappears into the kitchens muttering, "How'd a dibbun like that get a bow and arrows?" He shakes his head and starts to look for the hot water and tea leaves. (NT) -- Scythe, 14:59:15 01/05/02 Sat
**growls ** I am not a dibbun !! (NT) -- Soya, 15:00:16 01/05/02 Sat
Jax sits in the chair again and brings his knees up under his chin, "I haven't seen you in a while. Are you okay?" (NT) -- Jax, 15:03:30 01/05/02 Sat
He shrugs, "I am well, though my leg still hurts often and I have aquired a few other injuries since I left Saltwhiskey. And Jaron is dead, which means that is one less beast who will be attempting to slay me. (NT) -- Thanatos, 15:09:15 01/05/02 Sat
Tea, anyone?
Author: Scythe
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Date Posted: 15:20:58 01/05/02 Sat
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The ferret returns with a bottle of ale, an empty mug, and a cup of herbal tea. He sets the tea in front of Jax then sits across from him, filling the mug from the bottle. He glances at the wolf who is still standing there. "You want some?"
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He shakes his head. "No, I do not drink." -- Thanatos, 15:24:43 01/05/02 Sat "Nuts. Should have made moah tea..." He takes a swig of the ale. -- Scythe, 15:26:59 01/05/02 Sat
"Who's Jaron?" The coyote tries the tea and likes it. -- Jax, 15:27:31 01/05/02 Sat
"He was a wolf who has been trying to kill me for nearly my whole life. He is the main reason that I had to go to Saltwhiskey." -- Thanatos, 15:29:18 01/05/02 Sat
"Oh, then I'm glad he's dead." Jax nods, then looks over at the ferret, "Thanks for the tea, by the way. It was very kind of you." -- Jax, 15:33:08 01/05/02 Sat
"Not a problem." the ferret smiles past the raw scars that "X" across his face. -- Scythe, 15:34:23 01/05/02 Sat
"Yes, it is a bit of a relief, just as long as the rest of...his pack does not come after me." -- Thanatos, 15:36:46 01/05/02 Sat
"That wouldn't be good." he shakes his head, then turns to face the wolf, eyes smiling, "You know, I think I'm doing okay here. This place has good luck so far. Maybe it's a good place for you to stay too! I've already made some friends and - and I've even met another coyote!" He grins. -- Jax, 15:42:48 01/05/02 Sat
"That is good. I plan on staying, unless my life is seriously threatened again. -- Thanatos, 15:45:28 01/05/02 Sat
"Me too." Jax nods, then returns his attention to the silent ferret that is sitting across from him listening oh so politely. "What was your name again? I'm sorry - I have a bad memory for names." -- Jax, 15:47:18 01/05/02 Sat
"Scythe." He pulls his mouth to one side in a cool smirk of sorts and bobs his head in a barely detectable nod. -- Scythe, 15:50:46 01/05/02 Sat
Thanatos stands slowly. "I must go. It was good to see you again, Jax. Farewell!" -- Thanatos, 16:07:29 01/05/02 Sat
"Good to see you too, Thanatos!" He waves the wolf out the door then turns back to Scythe, "So what happened to your face? Looks like you got in some trouble recently." -- Jax, 16:09:25 01/05/02 Sat
He raises a brow at the coyote but smiles, "Yeah. Some messed up psycho lynx attacked me..." -- Scythe, 16:11:12 01/05/02 Sat
Jax freezes, "Uh...did he have a scarred up face?" -- Jax, 16:13:34 01/05/02 Sat
"Yeah. And he smelled like something dead." He takes a drink from his mug, "But I gave him something to think about in exchange..." He winks at Jax. -- Scythe, 16:18:40 01/05/02 Sat
Jax swallows, realizing that this may not be the ideal haven he had been thinking it to be. "What did you give him to think about?" -- Jax, 16:22:33 01/05/02 Sat
Scythe leans forward and runs a claw along his upper right arm, "A nice deep laceration to the bone. Went yowling out the doah, heh heh. Perhaps he'll think twice now about cutting up beasts foah fun..." -- Scythe, 16:29:20 01/05/02 Sat
"That's Klyo." Jax says quietly, his paw touching the ragged remains of what used to be his left ear. "He did this to me." -- Jax, 16:38:53 01/05/02 Sat
*A quiet deep growl is heard from the shadows by the fire, and two yellow eyes watch the two* -- ....., 16:40:58 01/05/02 Sat
Jax straightens, "Did you hear that???" He starts to tremble and sinks low to the table. -- Jax, 16:42:53 01/05/02 Sat
"Yeah, but it can't be that Klyo guy...he'll be out for quite a while with the wound I gave him..." He stands slowly, peering into the shadows, "But he's not the only bad beast in these parts..." -- Scythe, 16:44:31 01/05/02 Sat
"Who's theuh?" the ferret says in a low voice, eyes narrowed. -- Scythe, 16:47:51 01/05/02 Sat
*The figure climbs up onto the shadowy top of the fireplace, but enough light appears to show a muzzle baring large teeth as the growling continues* -- ....., 16:48:10 01/05/02 Sat
The hare looks up from his place in front of the fireplace and lifts a brow at the growling beast. "Hmm." He steps back and pulls an arrow from his quiver, snapping it quickly to the bow hidden under his ghillie. -- Harley, 16:52:13 01/05/02 Sat
Jax stands up out of his chair, ready to make a run for it, his single ear pressed flat against his skull. -- Jax, 16:50:32 01/05/02 Sat
*The figure jumps down from the top of the fire, letting them see it *A coyote stands in front of the glowing fire, her gree robes smeard in dirt aong with her gray fur. She is very skinny and her yellow eyes flash with danger as she stands there, not blinking. Her growling stops, and she bows curtly*
Scythe crosses his arms, "What do you want? Why are you growling at us?" -- Scythe, 16:55:08 01/05/02 Sat
Jax looks at the other coyote curiously, his ear pricking up to attention. -- Jax, 16:56:34 01/05/02 Sat
*blinks* Me name is Kirra. I growl at you for I need to know whether you would help me, or kill me. -- Kirra, 16:58:20 01/05/02 Sat
The ferret holds out his bare paws with a smirk, "Kill you? With what?" He chuckles, bringing his fists to his sides. -- Scythe, 17:01:55 01/05/02 Sat
*She narrows her eyes* Then I ask you to help me. -- Kirra, 17:02:56 01/05/02 Sat
"Hrrmph." He lowers his bow, seeing that the beast is not growling at him and has business with these other creatures. -- Harley, 17:03:22 01/05/02 Sat
"What do you want us to help you with?" the ferret asks suspiciously, casting a look at Jax. Scythe
*Crosses her skinny arms* I need you to awnser some questions for I wot? (NT) -- Kirra, 17:11:07 01/05/02 Sat
Jax cocks his head at her, blinking. He wonders what on earth someone would want to ask him. (NT) -- Jax, 17:12:58 01/05/02 Sat
*Her tail sways back and forth* Will ye beasts awnser me questions? (NT) -- Kirra, 17:15:04 01/05/02 Sat
The ferret shrugs nonchalantly, "Ask away." (NT) -- Scythe, 17:16:56 01/05/02 Sat
Me needs to know who has done all damage. To the Sali, to Fiarah. I wish to track tem down and te have 'em slain. I need who an if possible where they are. I need help. (NT) -- Kirra, 17:19:25 01/05/02 Sat
"Well, uh...I don't know who that is. We've had some problems with a lynx, but I don't know what all he's responsible foah." the ferret rubs an itch on his muzzle. "And as foah his wheah-abouts, I don't know that eithuh." (NT) -- Scythe, 17:24:46 01/05/02 Sat
*bows* Thankee. I ask more when I return, but Kirra must go. *Bows to Jax, then Scythe, then leaves* (NT) -- Kirra, 17:27:47 01/05/02 Sat
Jax watches her leave then turns to Scythe, "I think I'm gonna go now..." (NT) -- Jax, 17:30:01 01/05/02 Sat
Scythe breathes out a grim sigh, "Yeah, me too. It was nice to see you again, Jax. I'll look foah you again." (NT) -- Scythe, 17:31:09 01/05/02 Sat
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Tassin Picks a Fight
Subject: A tall black wolf in desert garb walks in. Author: Adrian Tamar -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date Posted: 19:48:38 01/21/02 Mon -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His fur is completely black with no hint of color on it and his yellow eyes sparkle like flecks of gold. His clothing is similar to that of a desert nomad. A long curved sword hangs at his side. His black paw rests on the hilt casually, yet ready to draw in an instant. His golden eyes look around the room and he heads to the bar to order a wine. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] Replies: A smallish coyote trots in. He has but one ear, which is pricked and attentive to every scratch and scrape of metal. -- Jax, 19:53:56 01/21/02 Mon He sniffs, his gaze instantly drawn to the wolf. His ear flattens slightly and his eyes widen, but he doesn't move. -- Jax, 19:55:33 01/21/02 Mon A slender, foxlike creature watches both. It flattens against the wall, breathing on chilled paws. -- Billee, 19:59:40 01/21/02 Mon Adrian pauses, his cup half way to his mouth. He's spotted the coyote watching him. "Hello. Can I help you?" he asks in a polite manner. -- Adrian, 19:58:39 01/21/02 Mon "No - I'm okay." Jax answers quickly in a high, cracking voice, then moves closer to the shadows. -- Jax, 20:00:44 01/21/02 Mon Adrian looks a bit concerned. "Are you quite sure?" -- Adrian, 20:03:48 01/21/02 Mon " Hallo to you sir. My name is Tassin. * he offers a paw* Who am I addressing? " * he asks in a shrill voice* -- Tassin, 20:03:15 01/21/02 Mon Adrian nods his head politly and shakes Tassin's paw with a firm grip. "I'm Adrian Tamar. A pleasure to meet you, Tassin." -- Adrian, 20:06:02 01/21/02 Mon Billee watches dully, wrinkling his nose slightly at the entire proceedings. -- Billee, 20:07:29 01/21/02 Mon Adrian now spots Billee. "Hello there," he says pleasantly." -- Adrian, 20:08:56 01/21/02 Mon " Oh but the pleasure is al mine. Who is your one-eared friend?" -- Tassin, 20:08:58 01/21/02 Mon "The coyote? I'm not quite sure actually. He seemed to be taking notice of me, but doesn't appear too interested in chatting." He smiles and spreads his paws, "He need not be afraid, I don't bite." -- Adrian, 20:12:08 01/21/02 Mon Taking advantage of the distraction, the coyote lopes further into the shadows, and closer to the fireplace where he can perhaps get a little dry. -- Jax, 20:09:10 01/21/02 Mon Illuminated by the firelight, the coyote twists his head around to watch the two while he extends his paws toward the flames. -- Jax, 20:15:17 01/21/02 Mon The foxlike beast starts, then moves closer. He does not speak at first, staring rather hungrily at the others. "Hu-hallo," he says softly. -- Billee, 20:15:32 01/21/02 Mon Adrian smiles. "Care to join us?" -- Adrian, 20:18:45 01/21/02 Mon " Ahh I see. So what brings you to these parts?" -- Tassin, 20:14:40 01/21/02 Mon "I just feel like traveling every now and then. Actually, I am hoping that I'll someday run into my brother. I know he lives around these parts, but he seems to have the same wandering habit I do." -- Adrian, 20:17:58 01/21/02 Mon " Who's yer brother mayhaps I know 'im." -- Tassin, 20:18:48 01/21/02 Mon "He's my twin, so he looks exactly like me. His name's Dak Tamar, but he usually goes under the name Thanatos." -- Adrian, 20:20:14 01/21/02 Mon "J-join you?" Billee stammers. He sidles a little closer, rubbing his paws again. -- Billee, 20:20:18 01/21/02 Mon Adrian notices the paw-rubbing. "Are you cold? I can get you something warm to drink if you'd like." -- Adrian, 20:21:37 01/21/02 Mon "C-cold? D-d-drink?" Billee steps back a bit, but looks wistfully at the bar. "I'm a little cold," he admits, cringing slightly. -- Billee, 20:24:37 01/21/02 Mon Jax's maw drops open at the name "Thanatos" and he quickly closes it and heads toward the bar, wringing his paws, but smiling, "You're Thanatos' brother?" -- Jax, 20:22:57 01/21/02 Mon Adrian laughs, "Ah, so you know my twin. Yes, I am Thanatos' long-lost brother." He orders a hot drink for Billee before turning back to the coyote. "And you are?" -- Adrian, 20:27:21 01/21/02 Mon "Jax..." the coyote smiles shyly, "I know him, yes...he is a good beast." -- Jax, 20:30:27 01/21/02 Mon "Jax, eh? Well, I'm glad you seem to like him. From what I've heard, everyone's got mixed feelings about him. Some say he's great, other's seem to think he's the scum of the earth." -- Adrian, 20:34:12 01/21/02 Mon "He has a good heart." the coyote states sincerely. -- Jax, 20:38:28 01/21/02 Mon Adrian smiles, "I'm glad to hear that. However, from what I've heard, most don't share your belief." -- Adrian, 20:46:34 01/21/02 Mon " I know Thanatos. He ain't round right now I think he and his friend Bronx went on some mission. I don't know they said it was really dangerous. I don't know if there back yet." -- Tassin, 20:25:00 01/21/02 Mon Adrian seems to ponder this for a moment. "Gone on a dangerous mission. Sounds like my brother, all right. From what I've heard, he seems to take a liking in doing dangerous things." -- Adrian, 20:30:58 01/21/02 Mon Billee takes the drink with shaking paws, staring in awe from the wolf to the drink. He sips in gingerly, relaxing as it goes down. "Mmmm... G-good. Th-thank you very m-much," he stammers. -- Billee, 20:34:28 01/21/02 Mon " Well I'll take yer word for it. When did you last see him?" -- Tassin, 20:35:22 01/21/02 Mon "Um, I actually haven't seen him since I was a child. My mother and I were kidnapped by slavers when I was young. I only recently managed to come out here and search for him. I found my sister and heard much from her, but I still have not found Thanatos." -- Adrian, 20:41:39 01/21/02 Mon " Well be wary treadin' around that beast. He's got a pretty short fuse seems like to me. An I like most beasts." -- Tassin, 20:43:54 01/21/02 Mon Adrian chuckles and looks from Jax to Tassin. "See what I mean. You both seem to have a slightly different opinion of my brother!" -- Adrian, 20:47:59 01/21/02 Mon Jax gives the mouse a cold look, "Thanatos picked me up off the ground when every other beast left me for dead. I don't care what anyone else may think of him, he's a good beast." -- Jax, 20:51:13 01/21/02 Mon Adrian smiles and crosses his arms over his chest, looking quite pleased that his twin isn't exactly the bloodthirsty murderer some have made him out to be. -- Adrian, 20:55:09 01/21/02 Mon Billee listens, eyes wide. This Thanatos seems, from all accounts, a fearsome beast. He shivers and sips at the warm drink to comfort himself. -- Billee, 20:48:35 01/21/02 Mon " Now did I say he wasn't a good beast. No, all I said was that he has a rather short temper. And I don't care what you think you damn coyote." * his hand rests on the handle of his knife.* -- Tassin, 20:55:09 01/21/02 Mon Billee, picking up his scanty courage, takes a stab at talking. "Wh-what does he think of--of thieves?" he asks timidly, pawing at his pockets guiltily. -- Billee, 20:56:36 01/21/02 Mon Adrian suddenly steps between the two, sensing this could erupt into a fight. "Here now, this is nothing to argue about." -- Adrian, 20:56:42 01/21/02 Mon Jax's heart leaps in his chest and his eyes grow wide, but he stays where he is. -- Jax, 20:58:48 01/21/02 Mon " Yer right Adrian matey. Besides I don't think the coyote could put up much of a fight." -- Tassin, 21:00:29 01/21/02 Mon Jax clenches his fists and glares at the mouse with loathing. -- Jax, 21:01:56 01/21/02 Mon Lookin' for a fight. The words come unbidden into Billee's mind, and without thinking he blurts them out. "Looking for a f-fight?" He claps a paw over his mouth, realizing what he's done. Even the warm drink is no comfort now to the little thief. -- Billee, 21:03:10 01/21/02 Mon " Don't get all huffy if ya ain't gonna do nothing about it. Come on one-ear make a move." -- Tassin, 21:05:37 01/21/02 Mon Jax glares icily at the mouse, "Why are you trying to provoke me?" -- Jax, 21:08:05 01/21/02 Mon Adrian looks from Jax, to Tassin, to Billee in minor frustration. "Please, there will be no fighting from any of you." -- Adrian, 21:10:11 01/21/02 Mon " 'Cause you interest me. Plus I'm bored and I like to test beasts. And it's been a while since I killed a beast. Not that I'm plannin' ta kill yer." -- Tassin, 21:10:57 01/21/02 Mon Billee stuff a paw into his mouth and nods silently at the wolf, hoping that neither the coyote nor the mouse will notice his idiotic remark. -- Billee, 21:13:41 01/21/02 Mon Jax says nothing, crossing his arms and shifting his jaw. He looks toward the wolf, but continues to glance back at the mouse warily. -- Jax, 21:15:51 01/21/02 Mon * looks at Billee.* " Do you wanna fight?" -- Tassin, 21:17:20 01/21/02 Mon "M-me?" Billee squeaks, shifting nervously. His paw strays towards his knife, but he shakes his head. "N-no!" -- Billee, 21:18:42 01/21/02 Mon Adrian growls slightly. "I thought I said no fighting!" -- Adrian, 21:19:15 01/21/02 Mon A dozen biting remarks enter the coyote's mind, but he stays his tongue, aware of its danger. -- Jax, 21:22:28 01/21/02 Mon " you really have no control over whether ornot I can fight or not." * sticks out his tongue* " I'm so bored i would almost welcome a fight even if I got my tail kicked." -- Tassin, 21:20:56 01/21/02 Mon Billee's paw (and mind) begins to oscillate between his knife and his warm drink. -- Billee, 21:22:38 01/21/02 Mon The ferret stands behind the mouse, silenced by the tension, and a little miffed at being interrupted and ignored. -- Scythe, 21:24:04 01/21/02 Mon Adrian doesn't look so nice and pleasant anymore. "Don't fight them, Tassin," he growls. His paw is resting on the hilt of his sword. -- Adrian, 21:26:28 01/21/02 Mon * turns slightly and backs away a couple steps so he is facing all of them.* " So anybeast wanna fight. Or are ye all to sissy to take on a little mouse." * he says mockingly in his shrill voice.* -- Tassin, 21:27:41 01/21/02 Mon Billee's neckfur begins to bristle. "Wh-what?!" he demands, his paw moving closer to his knife. -- Billee, 21:29:26 01/21/02 Mon "You kiss yoah muthuh with that mouth?" The ferret looks at the little rodent with disgust. -- Scythe, 21:30:14 01/21/02 Mon Adrian glares at the mouse. "You have a big mouth for such a little guy." -- Adrian, 21:31:52 01/21/02 Mon " My mum died quite a while ago. Nice lady she was made the best apple scones. But that's not the point. I'm bored and I wanna fight you heard me studder boy." -- Tassin, 21:33:12 01/21/02 Mon "Get lost you little nit. No one heah's intahrested in satisfying yoah shoht-beasts syndrome..." -- Scythe, 21:35:05 01/21/02 Mon Jax fails to repress a smile at the ferret's words. -- Jax, 21:35:56 01/21/02 Mon BIlle picks up the warm drink in one, which seems to have gone cold by now. With the other he slowly eases his knife out, hoping fervently he won't have to use it. -- BiIlee, 21:36:49 01/21/02 Mon Adrian growls and steps between Tassin and Billee, his sword drawn. "You want a fight, Tassin. Care to try on a full-grown male wolf." -- Adrian, 21:39:15 01/21/02 Mon " You first you dumb old ferret. Keep on smilin' one-ear I think whoever did that got rid of some of yer brain when they took that ear." -- Tassin, 21:39:55 01/21/02 Mon Jax's smile fades back to nothing, but he is not incited by the mouses' crude comment. He stares back evenly at the mouse, arms crossed. -- Jax, 21:42:56 01/21/02 Mon Billee giggles, the stuffs a paw into his mouth--dropping the not-so-warm drink in the process. With a startled cry the foxlike creature shakes, sprinkling everyone with sticky liquid. -- Billee, 21:43:11 01/21/02 Mon "What's a mattah with you, mouse? Got cotton foah brains? What ah you trying to prove?" -- Scythe, 21:44:34 01/21/02 Mon * two knives are drawn and are poised to throw in the mouses hands.* " Idle theats will remain idle until they are acted upon. Make yer move wolf or any of you." -- Tassin, 21:43:51 01/21/02 Mon Scythe rolls his eyes and sighs, exchanging a look with Jax. -- Scythe, 21:46:13 01/21/02 Mon Adrian crouches low, his sword held in both paws. "I don't want to have to hurt you Tassin. This is foolish of you." He remains tense, ready to dodge, ready to move. -- Adrian, 21:49:32 01/21/02 Mon (ooc: Im starting a new post) -- Tassin, 21:52:30 01/21/02 Mon Kay, Tassin... -- Billee's Speeshul Creator, 21:54:32 01/21/02 Mon The shadow watches giving special interest to the presence of Jax and Billee. -- Vesper Xin, 21:53:47 01/21/02 Mon Its for me and Adrians fight none of you nit wits post there -- Tassin, 21:56:32 01/21/02 Mon OOC: Thanks, Tassin. I'm there anyway; it's partly on Billee's account that Adrian got into this. And anyway, if a real Sali can you imagine everyone ignoring a fight? I can't. -- Billee's Miffed Creator (who is NOT a nitwit!), 21:59:04 01/21/02 Mon Subject: * Up here Adrian * Author: Tassin -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date Posted: 21:54:03 01/21/02 Mon -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * Takes a few step back with his knives in hand his staff is thrust though his belt.* " Yer move wolfie." [ Post a Reply to This Message ] Replies: Billee shifts slightly, gripping the knife till his knuckles whiten. Why had he come here? He should have known he'd get into a mess. With a nervous grin the foxlike beast tried to growl at the mouse. -- Billee, 21:56:51 01/21/02 Mon A black shadow swiftly makes it's way down from the rafters. The beast is revealed to be a black cat bearing a long staff with a slightly curved blade at each end. "Leave him to me, Adrian. From what I heard, this mousie doesn't think too highly of my leader." She twirls her spear expertly. -- Deja, 21:58:08 01/21/02 Mon Adrian steps back slightly, recognizing the cat. She was a friend of his brother, he know that much. -- Adrian, 22:01:33 01/21/02 Mon Jax watches silently, unsure of what he can possibly do to help Thanatos' brother. -- Jax, 21:58:27 01/21/02 Mon The ferret steps back, giving the cat ample room to swing her weapon. -- Scythe, 21:59:42 01/21/02 Mon " No I jus had a wee disagreement wit' him. But he can hide behind you kitty." * smiles and prepares to throw his knives.* ( ooc: stay out of this fight Billee this is important) -- Tassin, 22:01:24 01/21/02 Mon Deja hisses. "Adrian is not my leader! Thanatos is!" -- Deja, 22:03:01 01/21/02 Mon Billee looked at the other beasts, licking his lips and swallowing. In a sudden move, he darted next to Jax, looking nervously at the coyote. (OOC: Billee has no intention of fighting. Isn't it slightly obvious he's a coward?) -- Billee, 22:03:55 01/21/02 Mon Jax snorts, "You gonna use me as a living shield?" -- Jax, 22:04:51 01/21/02 Mon Billee grins weakly. "Liv-living shield?" he stammers, licking his lips again. "I-i-i-i..." -- Billee, 22:06:51 01/21/02 Mon "It's okay...I don't care." He smiles a little. -- Jax, 22:07:20 01/21/02 Mon Billee tries a smile, then swallows. "Is th-this place always l-like this?" he asks nervously. -- Billee, 22:12:56 01/21/02 Mon Jax frowns slightly, "No...but there are a few psychos you should avoid..." -- Jax, 22:14:05 01/21/02 Mon "Oh..." Billee trails off nervously. What a place! "Is the m-mouse one of th-those psycho types?" he asks, trying not to giggle. -- Billee, 22:17:55 01/21/02 Mon Jax chuckles a little, "Yeah...I think he fits that category pretty well..." -- Jax, 22:22:37 01/21/02 Mon "I've n-never seen a mouse like th-that," Billee says after gasping at the cat's near escape. "N-nasty! Isn't there any w-way to stop them f-fighting?" -- Billee, 22:25:23 01/21/02 Mon The shadowy beast strides up behind Tassin. "Do yah need some help? I will be more than willing to take down a few of these bugs for you. If I get the spoils." He grins maliciously. -- Vesper, 22:05:09 01/21/02 Mon * looks at the shodowy creature.* " If they interfere you can have them but dont do it to help me." -- Tassin, 22:08:50 01/21/02 Mon " Well sorry for the mix up. Can't say I care for either of them." * hurls one knife at the cat the replaces it with one from his hidden pockets and crouches ready to spring at any moment.* -- Tassin, 22:06:06 01/21/02 Mon Deja was more than ready to dodge the knife. She knew that was what the mouse had been planning. With the natural grace of her species, she drops, rolls and stands swiftly, only a shallow cut in her arm from where the blade nicked her. Prepared to dodge another throw, she crouches, ready to spring, spear held with one end pointing at the mouses chest.. -- Deja, 22:15:50 01/21/02 Mon The marten smiles, pulls his sword from his belt and waits. -- Vesper, 22:10:53 01/21/02 Mon Scythe gives him a strange look, raising one brow. -- Scythe, 22:11:32 01/21/02 Mon The marten darts a glance at Scythe, not having noticed him before. He glares and returnes his gaze to the fight. -- Vesper, 22:13:18 01/21/02 Mon Adrian holds his sword ready, seeing that this could very well escalate to a large fight. -- Adrian, 22:17:48 01/21/02 Mon * fakes to throw with his left then throws with his right and send sthe knife whirling at the cat and replaces the knife and count in his mind " two more ok " then returns his thoughts to the cat watching for signs of any attack* -- Tassin, 22:19:21 01/21/02 Mon Deja, partially fooled by the fake, jumps up, and twirls her spear in order to deflect the knife. Because of her false anticipation, the knife puts a gash across her leg. It's not deep enough to cause serious damage, but it is enough to really make Deja mad. Using the natural speed and stregth of her species, she lunges at the mouse as soon as her paws touch the ground. She hold her spear ready for defense. -- Deja, 22:27:29 01/21/02 Mon Scythe moves toward Jax and Billee, "Come on...let's get outta heah. Nothing we can do." He glares over at the marten and mouse and moves toward a door. -- Scythe, 22:25:19 01/21/02 Mon Billee looks at Scythe rather nervously. "Wh-what if somebeast gets k-killed?" he demands. -- Billee, 22:27:53 01/21/02 Mon "What do you plan to do about it? Throw yourself in the way? You think that will stop them?" -- Scythe, 22:31:27 01/21/02 Mon The marten is noticably disapointed. His shoulders droop and his scowle sags slightly. "Cowards" He mutters under his breath just loud enough for them to hear. -- Vesper, 22:28:22 01/21/02 Mon Jax stiffens, "I can't just leave them here..." -- Jax, 22:29:55 01/21/02 Mon "We'll find someone who can help...let's try to keep the bloodshed to a minimum..." Scythe gestures with his eyes at Billee. -- Scythe, 22:34:11 01/21/02 Mon "Right..." Jax would feel responsible if the little foxish creature was killed for no reason when it could have been prevented. He follows the ferret out the door, muttering so that only Scythe can hear, "Who do you plan to find soon enough?" -- Jax, 22:38:37 01/21/02 Mon Billee looks between Scythe and Jax. What he wants to do. What he thinks is right. Which one? He looks at Jax. He ought to stick here--that's the right thing--right? He looks back over at Scythe. He can't do anything--just a measly little stranger. He ought to go--he ought to stay. paws shifting nervously, he tries to make up his mind. -- Billee, 22:38:53 01/21/02 Mon "Come on." Jax whispers. -- Jax, 22:41:00 01/21/02 Mon The moment Jax and Scythe start for the door, Billee's mind is made up. He dashes after them, his paws slapping rather wetly on the floor. (ooc: I'll bet you forgot the not-so-warm drink, eh? ;) -- Billee, 22:41:32 01/21/02 Mon OOC: Did I strike you all dead? Has my innate idiocy silenced everyone? Or... is there something else? -- Billee's Creator (TFAW, actually), 22:54:35 01/21/02 Mon (OOC: No, actually Deja's creator left. I guess that means it's over.) -- J's C, 22:57:39 01/21/02 Mon (OOC: Oh... drat.) -- B's Creator, 22:59:49 01/21/02 Mon OOC: Guess I'll go then... it's a bit later than I realized. -- B's Creator, 23:01:17 01/21/02 Mon * the little mouse does a swift backwards leap but the spinning bladesput a nasty gash in his left arm causing him to drop the knife " One left to spare" he muttersthen hurls his knife at the cat and puls his short staff from his belt and grabs it with both paws.* -- Tassin, 22:30:59 01/21/02 Mon His attention is once again drawn to the fight. He moves out of their way as they battle past him. His scowl is in full bloom again. -- Vesper, 22:36:00 01/21/02 Mon
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Raf's Head Bashing
====================================== [SILLY SALI]: Subject: * He enters...* Author: Trameric * A tall panther walks over his build is that of a fighter. He has broad shoulders and is extremely well muscled. He wears a long brown sleevless cloak and gray pants as well as brown boots. At his side is a sheathed broadsword and a dagger. His fur is black and his eyes are green. He is quite handsome and despite his rough appearal is quite intellegent and kind....* The skinny fox jerks from his petrified position in the middle of the hall. Bewildered, he realizes he is now completely alone. He glances up at the panther with a pronounced hunch of his shoulders. -- Rafael Don * glances at eh fox then walks up to the bar grabs an Ale and returns to a seat and sips his drink giving the fox no second thought* -- Trameric The fox stretches and a hint of bellegerence crosses his face. He glances at the panther and snorts, "Tell me, is that all big warrior folk do around here? Drink?" -- Rafael * looks at him * " Tis the only thing ta do when there are no jobs to be found." -- Trameric Rafael folds his arms. "There's always something to be found. I have no job. I live on the wind . . . although, if you have a coin to spare, I'll tell your fortune. I'm a corrupt gypsy, after all." -- Rafael Don * sips his drink and tosses him a gold coin* " Tell me fox what tis my fortune." -- Trameric The fox catches the gold coin with a surprisingly fast motion and edges up close to the panther, holding out his paw. "I'll need your palm, you know." -- Rafael Don * sticks his palm out and with the other hand shoves his coin bag in his cloak he had dealt with " gypsies " before.* -- Trameric The fox takes the palm and stares at it intently, "I see you've had an exciting life. But rest appears to be coming around the corner with a shipment of bananas . . . oops, I mean . . . banalities." He leans closer and falls right on the panther's lap. "Ack!" He jerks around in nervous confusion for a moment before he pulls himself upright, with the panther's dagger in his paw. Gee, how'd that get there. "Oh. Sorry." He holds the dagger out. "I suppose you want this back?" -- Rafael Don **the tiger walks over** Hey hows it goin? -- Aerailius "Great . . ." the fox mutters through gritted teeth. -- Rafael Don * grabs his dagger and puts it to the gypsies throat and ina swift motion grabs the fox by the scruff of this neck** Got anyhting else of mine ?" * his palm reading now completely forgoten* -- Trameric The fox tenses, every muscle in his body quivering. His eyes go cold as he stares down the blade of the dagger. "No. Do you think I'd give you that dagger back if I were serious about stealing?" he snarls, "Let me go. I'm unarmed. You ahve no cause to have that blade on me." -- Rafael OOc: Mister panther dude, if you don't post within one minute, I need to GO. Please HURRY. If you don't post, I have to asusme that Raf gets out, because I will NOT be here." -- RAf's C OOC: That's it. I'm outta here. Too slow. YOu WILL let Raf go, because you have NO cause to hurt him, got that/ I'm gone." -- Raf's C "Hey, stop it. The fox is cool, mate." -- Scythe hey he seems to have cause enough and if he does then so do i **the tiger draws his wicked hunting knife** -- Aerailius OOC: GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS A MINOR ARGUMENT AND I NEED TO GO. NO DAMAGE SHOULD BE DONE TO MY CHARACTER! -- RAf's C (gone) * the panther slams the foxes head down on the table and ignores at Scythe * " Get out of my face fox." * then looks at the tiger* " Hello mate it's been a while, 'ave you gone to Salamandastron yer?" -- Trameric The fox reels back from the table top and hits the floor, the room whirling in a funny pattern for a moment. He inhales sharply and takes off full speed for the door. -- Raf (finally really gone) Nay not yet, i probably wont venture there for awhile. **sheathes his knife** -- Aerailius, 20:07:33 01/15/02 Tue Scythe curses the panther and drags the fox away from his reach. "Hey, Raf...you okay, mate?" -- Scythe He helps the fox out the door and leaves with him. -- Scythe * Ignores the fox and his friend, but his hand rests on his sword.* " Ohh yeah you told me that last time we talked * sits back down and sips his Ale* So what have you been doing?" -- Trameric OOC: sorry man i g2g -- Aerailius ====================================== [BLACK MINK]: OOC: This is a continuation of a fun little encounter a certain small fox had yesterday. Certain kind and intellegent panthers got angry with certain prankish kleptomaniacs. Aforementioned panther ended up slamming that kleptomaniac's head against a table, all in good fun, of couse. The creator of that kleptomaniac is even now explaining in terse terms to certain panthers that one should not slam heads against tables if one is that very large panther. And because the creator had to leave post haste, Raf required help from a very nice ferret, Scythe, to so much as get out of the Dance. This is both continuation and explanation -- I won't write for Scythe, I'll let Vizon do that if she wants to (I don't presume to know Scythe's personality like the back of my hand). I'd let this play out on the Dance, but Raf is really badly hurt and I don't think I want him on certain messageboards for a bit. Here we go. IC: Jaya approaches the squat building rapidly, using all four limbs in tandem to travel across the lower branches of trees . . . tree to tree, tree to tree. Two thin, but rather long, blades are lashed across her back and she hums an odd, wild tune as she runs along, etc. As she reaches the last few trees before the so-called Salamandastron Dance, she slows, brow furrowing. Two figures are emerging beneath her, one dragging the other. The dragged one . . . oh no -- Jaya leaps from her perch to the ground, sprawling her paws out in the landing. "Oh, no, oh no." She skitters over to the prone fox, eying the ferret, "What happened, you kill . . . " She quickly discerns his expression -- understanding that he's a friend. Of some sort. "What happened?" Rafael's head lolls a little to one side, but he seems to be breathing, albeit a little jaggedly. One eye opens, but the pupil is rolled back. Jaya, afraid to touch him, slips around from side to side, trying to figure out what injury the little fox suffered. Then she spots it . . . a slight trickle of blood from the left ear, some bruising under the left eye. She's not sure what to make of it, but it frightens her. "We need to get him somewhere . . . " she mutters, "I don't know where. Somewhere . . . " OOC2: All I can do now, so here's the full deal. As certain panthers don't understand, huge animals that slam little animal's heads tend to cause something more than a mere concussion. It disgusts me a little that most RPers would just pass off this slamming-of-heads as a stunning mechanism, but drat it all, I have to play by the physiology book. Judging by the panther's position and the fox's position at the time of that slamming, I figured that the side of Raf's head was the injured one. This would cause some damage to the temporal lobe -- and the ear as well, probably. It doesn't really matter, as the temporal lobe is in charge of hearing anyway. Raf will probably be nearly deaf in that ear at this point. And possibly have some trouble interpreting information from his right eye. There are worse things, like death, but I'm a bit mad. Thanks again to Scythe. Drat it all . . . "kind and intellegent" indeed. ========================================== [BLACK MINK]: This goes before the Jaya post . . . I wasn't reading the voy carefully . . . temper got in the way. IC: Rafael feels about coherant to tell the ferret that, yes, he was fine. He'd gotten worse from his older . . . sorta siblings (he'd never been quite sure . . . ) He is even about to break away and walk on his own, when the dizziness screams into him and blades stab into his brain from the side. His consciousness whirls and fragments -- the andrenaline that had set his body into auto pilot, allowed him to escape . . . diffused out. And he loses consciousness... OOC2: Lame, but I ran out of time. Oh, and I don't want to confine Scythe to this group! Just in case ya thought my head had gone that fuzzy with indignation. Man, I can't talk. ========================================== [BLACK MINK]: The ferret shakes his head, cradling the gypsy fox's head in his paws, "Ah...yeah, he's not doing too well. Some accuhsed panthuh thought he'd teach him a lesson or something by bashing his head against a table..." He grits his sharp teeth together. Scythe isn't a warrior by a long shot, but even if he had been he wouldn't have stood much of a chance against a berserker panther. His best bet had been to just get himself and Rafael away from the raging beast. "Friend of yoahs, I'm guessing?" ========================================== [SILLY SALI]: Subject: To certain kind and intellegent panthers . . . Author: Raf's C I think it is time that all the large exotic animals of this place realized certain rules. There are reasons why tigers and panthers and lions and leopards are looked upon with distaste on this board -- and it's not just because they're not "Redwall." It is because they are huge. In comparison to all other animals, they are simply giants. Are we understanding so far? Good. Now, let me address a certain matter. If one is simply huge, should one not be careful about how one slams other creature's body parts against anything? Right? Let me explain -- to someone who hasn't studied physiology, a simple slam against a table shouldn't do more than stun and stun only if an animal is small, right? But if one is three or four times that animal's side and very strong and slams that animal's head against a table . . . well, you've just badly damaged that animal on a mere whim. The small animal in question, Rafael, will never be quite the same again. Now, kind and intellegent panther, I understand that you didn't much like that small animal and you have that right, but if you are trying to be a good guy, you have to be more careful with your brute strength. Understood? Understood all you large exotics? Good. *chuckles dryly* Well said, matey. Just some newbies trying to act tough. And, just to be curious and annoyin, aren't Auto-hits illegal and thus null and void? -- Madness Anonymous Sometimes, but Raf was pretty much in the panther's control. He's not an artful dodger and he really was relying soley on the panther's graciousness to not harm him (since he was giving the dagger back, after all). The panther chose to be cruel and violent instead and, since Raf's creator is such a fair player, Raf took the hit. I would not agree that it was fair - certainly not, but just because one player is thoughtless and unfair doesn't mean that Raf's creator will ignore him. It is unfortunate that the truly good role players are the ones that suffer most. -- VR *nods, thinking it over* Yes, that makes sense. Thanx for the enlightenment.... My char hasn't gotten in any good fights lately, since she hasn't picked any, which is highly unusual.... -- MA I know exotics are wrong and all that, but I have seen a few that are played will, and have the history to back them up on how exactly they got to Great Britin. I just thought I'd mention that. Other then that, VR is right. The truely good RPers suffer alot more. (And is it me, or has Raf's creator suffered quite a bit with her chars lately?) -- Tuhor There's something wrong in there. Wildcats are huge, and Brian Jacques used them, and they're not even in Britan that I know of. Wolves are huge too, and they're used.... -- Someone who's not saying their name " I always thought that when Jacques put wildcats in his series that he downsized them because if you look at it Martin would have stood no chance against Tsarmina (sp?) I dont care how good her is with a sword. SO I think that for the sake of the story all panters, wildcats and tiger ect... should be assumed to be the size of like a big badger or something of that size." -- Tassins Creator, But then, if you justify the tigers and panthers, you must also address the issue of ungulates. Do they exist? Would they be down-sized too? How would they pick anything up? These questions need answers! (and as a side note, I would just like to say that if you can have tigers and monkeys, then I can have bananas and coconuts.) -- TCH
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The Critical Hare Shows Just What he's Made of
Subject: * He enters...* Author: Trameric * A tall panther walks over his build is that of a fighter. He has broad shoulders and is extremely well muscled. He wears a long brown sleevless cloak and gray pants as well as brown boots. At his side is a sheathed broadsword and a dagger. His fur is black and his eyes are green. He is quite handsome and despite his rough appearal is quite intellegent and kind....* So kind, in fact, that he slams harmless fox's heads against tables! I have yet to find a kinder beast! -- TCH " I happen to be quite kind as a matter of fact but he sorta tried to steal me dagger bad form to say the least and he got punished for it. You see there is a limit to kindness and he crossed the limit." -- Trameric The white hare puffs out his chest and looks up into the pather's eyes indignantly, "To crack a poor chap's skull after he's even offered to return the dagger quite honestly is VERY bad form, wot wot!" He reaches for the scabbard at his side. -- TCH * pulls out his broadsword.* " If you want to fight go ahead, but it wouldn't be the smartest thing you've ever done hare/" -- Trameric "Quite right, you scallywag - the smartest thing I've ever done is...hmm..." He squints one eye, prolonging his thoughts until it comes to him, "When I invented silly string. Yes, believe it or not - it was I who invented the device that changed the world forever - won a noble prize too!" He grins, his eyes moving in slightly different directions, "Now where was I? Oh yes! On guard you miscreatin! You lousy half-brained nitwit!" He pulls his banana from its scabbard and waves it around dangerously. -- The Critical Hare * smiles at the bantering beast.* " Do you really wanto to fight with that?" -- Trameric "Are you debasing my fine weapon? I'll have you know that in my book, that is cause for a duel! On guard ruffian!" He stabs at the panther's ribcage viciously with the banana. -- TCH * gigles at the banana pokes him in the rib then become serious and slashes at the hare with his sword.* -- Trameric "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the hare shrieks like a little girl as his arm falls to the floor, "You've stained my shirt!" He points at the stump where purple koolaid sprays out and runs down his white poet's shirt. "You beast! You cretin! You foul vomitous villain!" He picks his arm up off the floor and begins to beat Trameric with it angrily. -- TCH (ooc: k now your just being stupid it was ok at first but not anymore) bic:pushes the hare aside and walks out the dorr muttering* " This place has gonde down the tube lately." -- Trameric Yells after the fleeing panther, "And don't ever come back!" He turns on his heel with a "Hmmf!" and puts his detachable arm back on. -- TCH
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Penny Meets the Shrub
The hare from the day before struts in wearing his ghillie. This time he leaves it on, obtaining the appearance of a walking bush with ears. -- Harley Blacktail, 15:25:43 01/05/02 Sat *Moon sees him and grins, trying not to laugh at the "walking bush." Penny doesn't notice him, to busy spinning on a barstool at the remade bar. The other three nod at him as he passes... even the solemn mouse trying not to laugh...even though it wouldn't matter...considering she's mute...* -- Us, 15:28:33 01/05/02 Sat He sneaks up behind Penny with a grin, "Hey-ya m'lady archer! Long time no see!" -- Harley, 15:31:29 01/05/02 Sat *she is startled, of the barstool, holding her Ulgo knife in her paw. She grins, embarrased, and puts the blade in her belt.*'Lo, ol' chap. -- Penny, 15:33:42 01/05/02 Sat He plops into the seat beside her, "So, what's cooking?" -- Harley, 15:35:40 01/05/02 Sat Not much....*the hare's eyes harden and change to a gray marble as she says harshly.* Other than that my best pal, a chappess named Fiarah, was killed by Klyo....*she shakes her head and her eyes change back to their soft green.* -- Penny, 15:40:20 01/05/02 Sat "Oh...sorry." He drips quietly for a moment, then rubs his head fur, showering her with droplets of water. His hair sticks up all over and he sighs, leaning against the bar, "What do they have to eat here?" -- Harley, 15:44:52 01/05/02 Sat Scones and any other food...But I must go... Good-bye! -- Penny, 15:46:12 01/05/02 Sat "Hmmf." He watches the hare bound out the door yet again. "Wonder where she's going in such a hurry..." He slaps the counter and purses his lips looking around for a bartender or something. -- Harley, 15:48:52 01/05/02 Sat
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Nibs is Looking for the Latrine
Two shadows in the rafters
Author:
The Cloaked Beast and the Entertainer
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Date Posted: 21:12:34 02/27/02 Wed
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Two beasts in hooded cloaks sit in the rafters, talking quietly as they watch the floor. The larger beast seems frustrated about something, while the smaller one appears to be trying to comfort him.
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A withered old thing creeps up a curtain and into the rafters. he approaches the two figures slowly, taking each step carefully. -- Nibs, 21:35:53 02/27/02 Wed
The smaller of the two beasts noticed the 'thing' and nudges her friend, who has to turn around to see it. "Um, hi there," the smaller beasts says. -- The Cloaked Beast and the Entertainer, 21:38:45 02/27/02 Wed
"Eh?" He lifts a wrinkled paw to a large, rounded ear with long hairs sprouting out like weeds. "What was that?" His voice is hoarse and trembling and his lips seem to cave in where teeth should be. -- Nibs, 21:42:36 02/27/02 Wed
She waves at him and speaks loudly, "Hi!" -- The Cloaked Beast, 21:45:22 02/27/02 Wed
His squinted eyes blink profusely and his entire face crinkles with a toothless grin, "Hello there, Miss! Where am I?" His mostly furless tail curls behind him and he folds his hands into a praying position as he patiently awaits an audible answer. -- Nibs, 21:49:14 02/27/02 Wed
"Salamandastron Dance," she says. -- The Cloaked Beast, 21:50:27 02/27/02 Wed
"Salashmutzalawhat? How the heck did I end up here?" He shakes his head, "tsk tsk"ing -- Nibs, 21:54:30 02/27/02 Wed
The small beast shrugs. "No clue." However, the larger one stands. "I'm through with this, Tia. Let's go." *gone* -- The Cloaked Beast and Entertainer, 22:03:28 02/27/02 Wed
He frowns as they go, then sits and starts to scratch. "Mmmm......ahhhh......Guess I'll stick around for a bit." He tucks his bottom lip up over the top then smacks them, "Seems to be as good a spot as any..." -- Nibs, 22:08:08 02/27/02 Wed
An old doddering beast shuffles in.
Author:
Nibs
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Date Posted: 18:03:49 02/28/02 Thu
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He looks up from stooped shoulders, squinting at the hall with a wrinkled smile. "Hello...am I once again in the Salaschmutzalazon Dance Hall?"
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I hope you have a speach impediment my friend, or I would take offence to that. -- Sephiroth, 18:29:21 02/28/02 Thu
"Eh?" -- Nibs, 18:45:34 02/28/02 Thu
The unnaturally short fox eyes the pair from his seat across the hall, stringing his long bow nonchalantly. -- Kit Curdesh, 18:53:05 02/28/02 Thu
He shuffles towards the light of the fireplace, "Ah! A place to dry my mittens!" He pulls two soggy mittens from his pockets and holds them out towards the flames happily. -- Nibs, 19:01:28 02/28/02 Thu
A little of the tension dissapates. Kit gives the fellow a half smile and goes back to his bow. -- Kit, 19:03:24 02/28/02 Thu
He doesn't seem to notice the fox at all, then suddenly a mitten catches fire and he yipes, dropping it in surprise. -- Nibs, 19:07:57 02/28/02 Thu
The fox stands, his bow lax in one paw, "You all right?" -- Kit, 19:09:52 02/28/02 Thu
"Gahhh! My mitten! Of all the rotten - " He snatches a decorative pillow off a nearby couch and beats out the flaming lump on the floor. "Blast..." -- Nibs, 19:15:03 02/28/02 Thu
(OOC: GAHH! is my word. I claim it! Eh heh, sorry) IC: "Mittens ARE precious these days," the fox remarks ruefully. -- Kit, 19:18:19 02/28/02 Thu
"Hrumph." He pokes at the charred mitten, "A crying shame..." He shakes his head and purses his wrinkled lips. They cave in deeply, amplifying his lack of teeth. -- Nibs, 19:21:05 02/28/02 Thu
Kit watches him, rather unnerved despite himself. "Indeed. If I had a mitten, I'd give you a replacement. It's cold out." -- Kit, 19:22:00 02/28/02 Thu
"Mmm..." He frowns and stuffs his remaining mitten in his pocket. "A crying shame." He shuffles out towards the bar, squinting skeptically at the fox, "Where do they keep the latrine around here?" -- Nibs, 19:27:54 02/28/02 Thu
He shrugs, sitting back down, "I really don't know. I'm relatively new here. Looking for someone, you could say. Me, I just dig a hole and, well . . . " he smiles, "You know." -- Kit, 19:28:54 02/28/02 Thu
"Dig a hole? In this permafrost? Are you mad?" He blinks his small wrinkled eyes, screwing his mouth to one side. -- Nibs, 19:34:45 02/28/02 Thu
"Probably," the fox grins, unstringing his bow and hitching it on his back. "Good luck, mate." And he is gone. -- Kit, 19:37:28 02/28/02 Thu
He mutters to himself and walks closer to the bar, "Blinkin madfoxes...HELLO!" He holds a paw above his eyes as if it will help him see better...either that or it's a salute... -- Nibs, 19:41:14 02/28/02 Thu
The bobcat, a little ways down the bar, stares at him for a long moment, her eyebrows riding high on her forehead. Perhaps he is not well... (NT) -- Sufur, 19:48:53 02/28/02 Thu
He scratches his butt and smacks his lips. "Dagblast it all - where is that accursed pot?" -- Nibs, 19:49:20 02/28/02 Thu
Very, very quietly, she begins to back away... maybe she can make the door without this crazy type spotting her... -- Sufur, 19:52:17 02/28/02 Thu
His nose twitches at the bobcat and he purses his lips again, "Ho there missy! Could you direct me to this hall's facilities?" -- Nibs, 19:54:57 02/28/02 Thu
"Er... perheps... beck there?" She shuffles uncomfortably and points to the door behind the bar - the closest one... (NT) -- Sufur, 19:58:28 02/28/02 Thu
"Thank ye kindly!" He waves and grins a toothless grin, then goes behind the bar and through the door. (NT) -- Nibs, 20:01:05 02/28/02 Thu
As soon as he is out of sight, the bobcat releases a sigh and dashes out the door, into the night.. (NT) -- Sufur, 20:03:01 02/28/02 Thu
Subject: Gil-Galad was a Elven King...
Author:
The Right-Honourable Tollkhun, Knight of the Order of
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Date Posted: 20:21:44 03/04/02 Mon
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Heavy red footpaws tread the floor of the Sali. The Knight twitches his brilliant red cloak back, revealing a short, wiry squirrel. His scarred left paw rests lightly on the sword at his side, and the right touches the magnificent stone about his neck.
Tollkhun pauses, taking in the Sali, before trotting towards the bar.
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OOC: Ooops... the Right-Honourable should NOT be there, and he should be Knight of the Order of Verzauberter-Wald -- Tollkhun OOC, 20:27:20 03/04/02 Mon
An old doddering creature walks out of the kitchens. "I'm beginning to doubt that that was a urinal...oh well. Too late now!" He grins a toothless grin and heads out into the middle of the hall chuckling. -- Nibs, 20:31:48 03/04/02 Mon
Tollkhun pauses, watching the other beast for a moment. He starts to say something, then stops suddenly. -- Tollkhun, 20:33:22 03/04/02 Mon
The old thing blinks his crinkled old eyes at the squirrel and his nearly-hairless tail twitches. "Where am I?" -- Nibs, 20:38:53 03/04/02 Mon
"The Dance," Tollkhun says. His voice is deep, but one can tell something is wrong... -- Tollkhun the (German is wonderful!) Knight of the Order of Verzauberter-Wald, 20:41:35 03/04/02 Mon
But Nibs cannot tell. He screws his face up into a mass of confused wrinkles, "And just a few hours ago I was in the Salashmutzalon Hall..." He scratches at his head. -- Nibs (ja, wunderbar), 20:46:55 03/04/02 Mon
Tollkhun stares at Nibs for a moment. "Wh--oh, yes, well... this is the Salamandastron Dance Hall." -- Tollkhun, 20:49:03 03/04/02 Mon
He brightens, his eyes squinting, almost lost entirely in their wrinkles. "Oh! Of course! How silly of me." He walks up to the other squirrel and pats him on the shoulder, nodding. -- Nibs, 20:54:27 03/04/02 Mon
Tollkhun jerks a paw towards the bar. "A drink, fair sir?" he asks, unconciously lapsing into the speech he is comfortable with. -- Tollkhun, 20:58:22 03/04/02 Mon
"Certainly, my boy!" He chuckles again, "Lead on!" He gestures vaguely out at the hall with an thinly furred, age-spotted paw. -- Nibs, 21:00:57 03/04/02 Mon
Tollkhun considers the empty bar for a moment, then, gesturing Nibs to wait, he trots round the bar and begins looking among the drinks. "What would ye take, sir?" he calls -- Tollkhun (um... that grammar is weirdified, but who cares...) the Knight of... you know the drill, 21:04:31 03/04/02 Mon
"Flaming rum punch!" He lifts a fist in the air and shakes it to punctuate. -- Nibs, 21:06:33 03/04/02 Mon
After a moment's rather startled pause, Tollkhun shrugs apologetically. "Pardon my ignorance, sir--but I have never heard of rum punch." -- Tollkhun the Knight. Yay., 21:12:00 03/04/02 Mon
"Oh....turds and cockleburrs..." he mutters, "Just give me a scotch." -- Nibs, 21:15:09 03/04/02 Mon
Tollkhun, nodding silently, gets the drink and hands it to the other beast. Then he begins to hunt for something for himself. -- Tollkhun, 21:17:58 03/04/02 Mon
(OOC: Sorry - voy was being cruel to me) BIC: Nibs finds a stool and, with some effort, pulls himself up onto it, his bones popping loudly. "Ahhh..." He grins his toothless grin and starts to sip the scotch happily. -- Nibs, 21:34:07 03/04/02 Mon
(S'okay... but I gotta go now. Toodle pipsky!) Tollkhun, not finding what he wants, nods a goodbye to Nibs and leaves, humming to himself. -- Tollkhun (gone now), 21:36:40 03/04/02 Mon
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Raf Unmasked
Subject: Sretne Erah Eht
Author:
Usagi
Date Posted: 18:25:30 02/13/02 Wed
All the world will be your enemy,
prince with a thousand enemies.
And whenever they catch you,
they will kill you.
But first they must catch you
digger,
listener,
runner,
prince with a swift warning.
Be cunning
and full of tricks,
and your people will never be destroyed.
-Almighty Frith
The hare sits calmly at the couch, reading his thick book. Every once in awhile underlining some sentences with a small writing utensil.
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A little further down from he hare, sitting at a table is a gray wolf, hood from his cloak thrown back as he scribbles furiously on a piece of parchment. -- Brizai, 18:28:19 02/13/02 Wed
Usagi licks two of his fingers and turns the page. -- Usagi, 18:30:28 02/13/02 Wed
The wolf's paw suddenly pauses, as he examines one of the parchments. He reels back and snorts, "Bah! Ridiculous.." The wolf. crumples the paper into a ball and hastily throws it towrad the fire, but his aim is bad; it bangs the wall, but in his intense concentration with the task in front of him, he ignores it. -- Brizai, 18:35:18 02/13/02 Wed
Sam's eyes follow the rolling piece of parchment, his glasses slipping off despite Soya's fix. -- Sam, 18:39:41 02/13/02 Wed
The hare looks over his book at the wolf as he bleats "BAH!" and then he watches the bad shot. He waits awhile and for the wolf to get up and clean his mess. When he see's the wolf is'nt p[lanning on getting up, Usagi sets his book down and walks over to the paper. Picking it up and walking back to his seat. After that he opens the partchment and looks at it. (What is on it?) -- Usagi, 18:41:34 02/13/02 Wed
The wolf seems to deep in his work to notice the hare, or the fox. (what the parchment says is inside) -- Brizai, 18:53:19 02/13/02 Wed
The fox sneezes and the glasses fly right off his face, ricocheting against a chair. They crack audibly and fall to the ground, the lenses shattered, the frame bent and twisted. Sam just stares at them. -- Sam, 18:54:56 02/13/02 Wed
The magpie in the rafters seems to find this very amusing, cackling loudly.. -- The Magpie, 18:56:27 02/13/02 Wed
This time, he hears, glancing back at the noise, shoulders hunching in discomfort. -- Sam, 18:58:08 02/13/02 Wed
"Hmm..." The hare crumples the parchment back up and tosses it into the fire. He watches it burn until its nothing but ash. Then looks at the wolf. "What are you writing, sir?" -- Usagi, 18:56:07 02/13/02 Wed
The wolf turns toward the hare, searching him carefully before answering, "Poetry, my dear hare," he answers placidly. -- Brizai, 18:58:23 02/13/02 Wed
He looks up at the magpie and frowns. Then he looks over at Sam. "Bless you." -- Usagi, 18:58:39 02/13/02 Wed
Sam actually smiles, a slow, sharkish smile, "Thanks. I needed that." -- SAm, 18:59:42 02/13/02 Wed
"Yes, a blessing is a wonderful thing..." the hare looks at the wolf. "Poetry indeed..." the hare mutters and looks into the pages of his book and underlines a sentance. -- Usagi, 19:03:09 02/13/02 Wed
While still reading, Usagi asks: "I do enjoy poetry...can I hear some?" he lowers his book and looks at the wolf. -- Usagi, 19:04:32 02/13/02 Wed
"A very wonderful thing," the fox says, spreading his paws, although seeming to be speaking to no one in particular. "I'm tired of the glasses. I don't need them." His eyes are pale and shaped oddly, for a fox's . . . rather more narrow. He lets out one laugh and begins to pace. -- Sam, 19:04:54 02/13/02 Wed
Usagi sighs and puts his bookmark back into the book and sets it down next to him. Too much is going on to study well. He watches Sam pace. -- Usagi-, 19:09:58 02/13/02 Wed
Sam suddenly stops, pressing his back against the wall, his face suddenly tight with tension. "Do I . . ." -- Sam, 19:11:41 02/13/02 Wed
He eyes the hare lazily, "If you wish." He pauses for a moment, "I saw my future in the flames of light, through my blurred eyes, it burned bright, it strrenghened my vision, focused my sight, upon the gray day in which I took my flight, I truely wonder if my desicion was right, fleeing, running to my father's might, the future is painful; the flames do bite, yet the bonds of the past are too tight." -- Brizai, 19:10:58 02/13/02 Wed
Usagi nods. "Thats very good." He pauses. "Very good indeed. Anymore?" the hare sits up, obviously enjoying the rhythmic words. -- Usagi, 19:15:19 02/13/02 Wed
"Actually," he grins slightly, "There is still more to that poem. Another two pages worth, if you care to hear it." -- Brizai, 19:18:28 02/13/02 Wed
"Sure." -- Usagi, 19:31:20 02/13/02 Wed
The wolf nods then continues, "I will not sink into submission, nothing is compared to my ambition, but am I ready for this addition? Yet my brain has ben set into ignition, for a brave unexplored misson, it is in this I find my realization, that I have entered a path without explanation, to a goal without destination. She shall not be forgotten, she shall not be foresaken, are bonds shall not be shattered, all our qualms have never mattered. All I wish is the best for me, in a style done unhurriedly, for the time draws near to be with my sire, as I stare into the blissful pyre." He finishes with a long stare into the blazing fire. -- Brizai, 19:37:19 02/13/02 Wed
"That's good as well. I do believe you have some talent there." Usagi adjust his his buttocks for it was falling asleep. " Would you be interested in selling any of you're poetry? I enjoy telling it to the little ones I visit during my travels." -- Usagi, 19:46:46 02/13/02 Wed
He shrugs, "I have no use for the money. I usually just give them away." -- Brizai, 19:48:56 02/13/02 Wed
"Well then!" Usagi smiles. "Do you mind?" he gestures toward the parchment in his paws. -- Usagi, 19:51:35 02/13/02 Wed
He stands up, handing the hare the papers, giving a brief smile, "By all means. And now I must go.. Farewell!" -- Brizai, 19:55:31 02/13/02 Wed
He takes the papers and stuffs them into his pocket. "Thank you and farewell!" he waves goodbye. -- Usagi, 19:57:16 02/13/02 Wed
The magpie in the rafters is watching this all with a look of vague amusement, as if it is one giant sopa opera. -- The Magpie, 19:14:05 02/13/02 Wed
The fox grins up at her, but it is a slightly rictus grin. He doesn't seem to have any trouble seeing her, glasses or no. His paws visibly tremble. "Hey. You watch a lot, don't you? Ever want to know the names of the creatures you watch marching across the stage for your amusement?" He giggles tautly, but there seems to be some odd resolve in him. -- Sam, 19:16:13 02/13/02 Wed
She cocks her head curiously, "Most characters in this play are faceless. Are you, I wonder?" -- The Magpie, 19:21:45 02/13/02 Wed
His distorted giggle rises in timbre, "This player only appears to be faceless. He lost part of himself for not being faceless, he lost the face as well. Now he wants it back." -- Sam, 19:27:23 02/13/02 Wed
She screeches loudly, feathers puffed to make her seem like an odd ball of black featers, "Raaahk!! Gonna get your face back? Face back! Who stole it, No-Face?" -- The Magpie, 19:31:47 02/13/02 Wed
He shudders, a full body shudder that shakes off his now tattered cloak. "I stole it. HE stole my senses, gave me emptiness, but I lost my face. I claim it now. I . . ." He hesistates, his exhalation trembling, "I . . . I am Rafael Don." -- Rafael Don. (FINALLY, I can use my name again), 19:35:09 02/13/02 Wed
"I've heard that if you lose an arm, or a leg, the ghost of it follows you, clings to you like one of those dreams in the overblown hero stories. What if you lose part of your senses? What if they're ripped away from you, leaving you nothing?" -- Sam, 19:32:12 02/13/02 Wed
She considers this for a moment, "Your senses are never taken, only hidden. Rafael Don, eh? Quite a face, quite a face." -- The Magpie, 19:39:43 02/13/02 Wed
He ducks his head, something dripping down his face --water maybe? "Enough of one." he says slowly. "Enough . . ." He suddenly turns and runs from the hall. -- Rafael Don(gotta go!), 19:41:58 02/13/02 Wed
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The Critical Hare Torments Lanopa
Subject: The white hare strides in in a band uniform, "singing" Pomp and Circumstance. He twirls a baton and starts to march, letting his feet stomp loudly against the wooden/stone/whatever floor. "Laaaaaa la la la laaaaa laaaaaaa laaaaaa la la laaa laaaaaaaaaaaaa...."
Author:
The Critical Hare
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Date Posted: 20:18:42 07/20/02 Sat
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"Laaaaa la la la laaaaa laaaaaaaaa, laaaaaaa la laa la laaaaaaaaa....." He accidently knocks a tankard off the counter with his baton and pauses. "Oops." (NT) -- TCH, 20:19:54 07/20/02 Sat
"Okay it's too hot for this outfit. I will have to go with something greener. He moves over to a corner and starts to strip down to his fur. He looks around suspiciously, "Hey! I saw that! No peeking!" He pulls a tube from his pocket and unfolds it into a portable projection screen which he uses as a guard against peeping Toms.... (NT) -- TCH, 20:22:52 07/20/02 Sat
The mouse looks up irritated, and narrows her eyes. "Watch what you' re doin', flopears." (NT) -- Lanopa, 20:23:03 07/20/02 Sat
**A hare maid shakes her head at him** I say Sah! Bad form! Wot Wot!! (NT) -- Tawny, 20:23:15 07/20/02 Sat
"Bad form? Madam, I have never been so insulted in my life! My form is fit and trim. Muscular, yet refined and not barbaric. Madam, if you were to look behind this protective device, eyes unshielded from my radiance, you would indeed take that most uncomplimentary remark back!" (NT) -- TCH, 20:26:21 07/20/02 Sat
Hey, the Critical Hare's back! Been awhile. Well, for me at least... (NT) -- Ravi OOC, 20:25:15 07/20/02 Sat
"My loyal devoted fans...." He bows. (NT) -- TCH, 20:27:59 07/20/02 Sat
In one motion he pulls the chord at the bottom of the projection screen and it zips up into the tube. He folds the stand up and sticks the entire thing back in his pocket. The hare stands in a grass-green Dutch outfit with red suspeders. (NT) -- TCH, 20:31:00 07/20/02 Sat
Suspenders, I say. Red as a poppy flower! (NT) -- TCH, 20:31:32 07/20/02 Sat
**She looks away** Roight! Is someone a little vain? Nooo. (NT) -- Tawny, 20:31:22 07/20/02 Sat
"That's right! You will find me neither vain nor discourteous. A gentlesir to the bones. I am humble, yet defiant. Bold, yet unobtrusive. Gallant, yet gentle as a lamb!" He says this, standing on the bar. (NT) -- TCH, 20:33:05 07/20/02 Sat
She looks up with disbelief all over her face. "Honestly, it don't get any worse than this." (NT) -- Lanopa, 20:35:30 07/20/02 Sat
He gasps, "What foul words issue forth from your innocent feminine lips??? This is most inappropriate! Go! Find me a scepter!" He gestures wildly. (NT) -- TCH, 20:37:19 07/20/02 Sat
Shame, look what have you done! You've upset him... (NT) -- Ravi, 20:43:09 07/20/02 Sat
She raises an eyebrow, and her lip curls with contempt. "You manage to put up with such ridiculous behaviour? It's sickening." Her loose speach is lost automatically, as though it had been nothing but a fake. (NT) -- Lanopa, 20:47:29 07/20/02 Sat
"Wellllllllllllll??? What are you standing there slack-jawed for? Go forth! At once!" (NT) -- TCH, 20:46:49 07/20/02 Sat
** He shrugs** It's just the hare. He's been around forever and he isn't going to hurt anything. (NT) -- Ravi, 20:49:44 07/20/02 Sat
She nods as though she understands his reasoning. "Right, right." Her brow is furrowed, and she shakes her head. (NT) -- Lanopa, 20:54:24 07/20/02 Sat
"That is correct! I am gentle as a soft baby lamb!" (NT) -- TCH, 20:55:38 07/20/02 Sat
She shakes her head incredulously. "Well, I suppose I will have to take your word for it." (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:00:24 07/20/02 Sat
"Yes, I am honest and pure and righteous." (NT) -- TCH, 21:10:38 07/20/02 Sat
She chuckles in spite of herself. "And ever so modest, aren't you?" (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:11:51 07/20/02 Sat
"Yes! Humble and meek. You may kiss my paw." He holds his paw out, nose in the air. (NT) -- TCH, 21:18:57 07/20/02 Sat
She bats the paw away, irritated again. "Don't go puttin' paws in my face, hare." (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:21:52 07/20/02 Sat
He pulls his paw back with a sniff, "Hmmf! I think someone is a sour pudding puff! Begone!" (NT) -- TCH, 21:29:33 07/20/02 Sat
She stiffens. "And I think someone is an egotistical old rabbit who should learn some manners. I will go where and when I like, and I am not moving from where I am sitting. I am quite comfortable, thank you very much." (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:31:51 07/20/02 Sat
His ears stand straight up and his eyes grow wide, "I am NOT a RABBIT! I am a hare! There is quite a large rift between our species and I'm pleased to say that hares are the superior of the two." (NT) -- TCH, 21:37:02 07/20/02 Sat
She smiles sardonically. "Then perhaps you should behave like a genlehare, instead of a self-centered toad who thinks everyone bows to his every whim. And if you do not wish me to call you a rabbit, then don't call me a sour pudding puff. It's quite rude." (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:40:01 07/20/02 Sat
"Rude? You don't know the meaning of the word! You are NOT a LADY!!!" He shrieks, waggling a finger at her. (NT) -- TCH, 21:47:32 07/20/02 Sat
She smiles in a friendly fashon at the puffed-up hare. "Now, sir, I never claimed that I was, now did I? Oh, and do lower your voice, you are disturbing the birds. Or bats, whichever they are at this time." She shrugs, inwardly irritated with the old hare. (NT) -- Lanopa, 21:50:24 07/20/02 Sat
(ooc) Um, are you still there? (NT) -- Lanopa OOC, 22:08:43 07/20/02 Sat
(*Apology* The Critical Hare had an important phone call) (NT) -- TCH, 22:13:27 07/20/02 Sat
(Ah, well, all is forgiven then. I know the importance of the all powerful phone....) (NT) -- Lanopa OOC, 22:15:43 07/20/02 Sat
"You are a bat! A wrinkled old wench of a beast! A shameless vulgar nit without a soul! Banshee! Banshee!" he pulls a raisin out of his pocket and throws it at her. (NT) -- TCH, 22:15:44 07/20/02 Sat
She ducks hastily, astonished. "Now, is that any way to act? You are supposed to be a gentlebeast! Such names to be calling an innocent mousemaid!" She picks up the raisin, and finds a trashcan. "And not to mention a waste of perfectly fine food. I do not approve." (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:18:15 07/20/02 Sat
"Eat it then! I hope you get botulism and die!" He pauses, watching her move to the trashcan, "Aha! Ha ha ha HA! You mooooved! You did my bidding! You see - you are helpless to my commands, wot!" (NT) -- TCH, 22:20:13 07/20/02 Sat
"Bertha! Bertha!" (NT) -- TCH, 22:22:57 07/20/02 Sat
(wha....? "'Bertha Bertha'?????") She rolls her eyes at the hare, then sits back down. "You are the absolute limit, sah. Honestly, it is a wonder they haven't told you off yet." (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:25:01 07/20/02 Sat
"Who is they? Are you one of them? It's a conspiracy I say, wot wot! The mysterious "they" are infiltrating every niche of our lives! Silence! Silence! Still your flapping tongue it bears you no affections!" He pulls a flute from his pocket and sits on the bar, crossing his long legs beneath him. He starts to play "Hall of the Mountain King". (NT) -- TCH, 22:31:10 07/20/02 Sat
She closes her eyes. "'They' would be everyone else that meets you. I am surprised that anyone can stand you at all. It baffles me. I cannot comprehend." She pulls a chestnut out of her pocket and muches on it slowly, looking around for the 'unnamed' beverage she had earlier. (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:34:10 07/20/02 Sat
He pauses in his flute playing, "Don't drink it - it's poison!" then continues tooting his flute. (NT) -- TCH, 22:36:28 07/20/02 Sat
She rolls her eyes again. "Don't be daft. Of course it isn't poison, I had some earlier." Pulling out another chestnut, she continues her search. (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:39:05 07/20/02 Sat
"They poisoned it when you weren't looking!" He says, eyelids half shut in superiority. When she turns her back he stuffs an acorn into the end of his flute. (NT) -- TCH, 22:42:54 07/20/02 Sat
At an odd sound from his flute, she turns, pusing in her search. "Again, don't be daft. And what, sir was that horrid noise?" She roots in her pocket for another nut then pops it into her mouth. (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:45:27 07/20/02 Sat
While she's scrounging for a nut, he blows in the opposite end of the flute and shoots the acorn at her head. As soon as it leaves the instrument, he starts playing again, this time a variation of "Pop Goes the Weasel" (NT) -- TCH, 22:50:51 07/20/02 Sat
It hits her in the forehead, and she turns red with anger. "You sir, have overstepped your limits!" She finds the offending nut, and debates whether to eat it or throw it. She goes for the eating. She pops it into her mouth, then fills a tankard with a rich purple liquid, the kind that stains. With a swift movement, she emties the contents onto the offensive hare's head. "Sir, I think it is time you learned a lesson!" (NT) -- Lanopa, 22:56:05 07/20/02 Sat
His eyes pop wide open as the liquid drenches his fur. "Eeeeeee!" He leaps to his feet, "You've wasted a perfectly good wine! Villain! Villain!" He runs for the bar and grabs a mug, squeezing his shirt and fur so that some of the droplets are saved. (NT) -- TCH, 23:01:29 07/20/02 Sat
She looks at the barrel that she got the liquid from, and smiles smugly. "Are you sure you want to drink that? It's the unnamed stuff I had earlier. You know, the wine that you claimed they poisoned?" She watches amused at he tries to salvage the wine. (NT) -- Lanopa, 23:04:17 07/20/02 Sat
He stops. "It was your serving not the entire barrel, fiend!" He purses his lips, eyes wide and blinking furiously, "Just look at what you've done! This is a rental! The Deutsch-mongers will surely retain my deposit now!" He tips his head and funnels the purple liquid out of his ears and into the cup. (NT) -- TCH, 23:15:55 07/20/02 Sat
She nods knowingly. "Oh, I am sure they will." She chuckles to herself, then fills a tanksrd with the strong wine for herself. "That should teach you to not shoot acorns at innocent mousemaids, sir. Oh, a word to the wise, the wine is a bit strong." She takes a sip and sighs. (NT) -- Lanopa, 23:20:39 07/20/02 Sat
She finishes off the last of the wine and sets the tankard aside. "Well, I would love to stay and debate with you further, but I am tired, so I'm going to go. Maybe I'll even manage to find a place to stay for the night. Who knows.Goodnight." She nods to the panicking hare, and walks out of the hall, chewing on another nut. (NT) -- Lanopa ~*~gone...~*~, 23:39:25 07/20/02 Sat
His whiskers twitch and he stands stiffly, thoroughly enraged. "You are a mockery of civility! A boil on the face of this fair planet! A rogue and a scab! In fact, this is how much I despise you!" He walks up to her, licks his thumb, and sticks it in her ear. (NT) -- TCH, 23:37:01 07/20/02 Sat
She shudders and wipes her ear out before she leaves. "Disgusting sir, hardly appropriate for a young innocent such as my self. Good night!." (NT) -- Lanopa ~*~gone...~*~, 23:40:50 07/20/02 Sat
"Good riddance!" The purple-headed hare stomps out of the hall. (NT) -- TCH, 23:42:54 07/20/02 Sat
Subject: highly doubting anyone is here, but it's worth the try....
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Lanopa
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Date Posted: 19:35:14 07/22/02 Mon
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She walks in, looking refreshed, and up for a strong drink. Looking around briefly, she happily notices the absence of TCH for the moment, and strolls to the bar. Glancing around, she looks for a bartender. Shrugging, the mouse sits on one of the stools and pulls out a sketch pad and a piece of pencil, working on what she considers to be mere chicken scratches.
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A head pops up in front of her from the other side of the bar. His eyes are googly and his fur is white. He wears a pointy blue hat with white stars all over it and waves a stick with a star stuck on the end, blue robes draping from his wide-spread arms, "Boo!" -- The Critical Hare, 19:41:29 07/22/02 Mon
She raises an eyebrow to hide how startled she is. "So, how did you manage to get rid of the purple? Oh, and I do hope that you managed to return that lovely suit." -- Lanopa, 19:46:02 07/22/02 Mon
His back arches and his paws curl deviously, his eyes looking about deviously, "I burried it! They'll never know! Ahahahaha!" He straightens, arms curled up to his chest and gripping the 'wand'. "I am a magician. I can do anything I want. InCLUDing bringing back my glorious natural complexion." He strokes a finger across a cheek, eyes looking to the ceiling. -- TCH, 19:54:30 07/22/02 Mon
She snorts. "You probably went looking for anyone that could manage to get you absolutely beautiful complexion back. Or you bleached it." She rolls her eyes at the outrageous hare. -- Lanopa, 20:02:37 07/22/02 Mon
"It was magic, I say! And I would hold my tongue if I were you Miss Creant, or you may just find yourself wishing you'd never meddled with a great sorcerer!" He whips part of his robe up over his nose so that only his bulging eyes show. -- TCH, 20:12:20 07/22/02 Mon
"Oh, right, right. I'm a sceptic; so prove it. Prove that you've got this "magic" you are so enthralled in. I'm sure it would be just the sight to see." She turns her back on him and leans against the edge of the bartop. -- Lanopa, 20:15:59 07/22/02 Mon
Hm, I seem to be alone. (duh, obvious... an hour ago...) -- Lanopa OOC, 21:28:15 07/22/02 Mon
Life is just a bowl of cherries.. after a while it empties an your left with nothing.... but it was yummy while it lasted -- Lanopa OOC (I'm feeling weird right now..), 21:52:15 07/22/02 Mon
If you're still here... up for an RP? -- Uri Fairfield, 22:02:15 07/22/02 Mon
Absolutely, been here for 2 hours waiting for a reply... I get the idea that there won't be one. But start a new post, this one is filled with junk. -- Lanopa OOC, 22:04:20 07/22/02 Mon
"Aha! You see! I vanished right before your eyes! (For two hours)" -- TCH, 22:07:57 07/22/02 Mon
"I just dont know how to reply to that, its just too ridiculous for me to even speak about." -- Lanopa, 22:11:34 07/22/02 Mon
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Nibs Returns with Spectacles
Subject: A old, balding squirrel hobbles in using a cane. His mouth is caved in and lined by wrinkles, and his eyes squint tightly through a pair of small specs. He chuckles to himself as he comes in, "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
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Nibs
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Date Posted: 23:04:51 07/23/02 Tue
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An old stoat watches the squirrel come in from the bar where he sits. "Greetings," he calls out. (NT) -- Ulett, 23:06:48 07/23/02 Tue
(he'll be back shortly... don't lose hope.) (NT) -- ., 23:14:28 07/23/02 Tue
ah. ok (NT) -- Ulett's C., 23:17:47 07/23/02 Tue
"Hehhhhlo kipper!" Nib's face crinkles into a wide toothless grin and he lifts a nearly hairless, age-spotted paw. (NT) -- Nibs, 23:37:38 07/23/02 Tue
The stoat takes the paw and shakes it warmly. "Well, a jolly old salutation to yourself, sir? What brings so fine a chap as yourself to this place?" (NT) -- Ulett, 23:41:15 07/23/02 Tue
That first question mark is not, of course, a question mark at all, but a period in disguise. (NT) -- Ulett's C., 23:42:11 07/23/02 Tue
"I'm lookin' for the latrine! A leaky old prune like myself has his needs, you know!" He laughs a funny, chuckle, "Hee hee hee hee hee...." (NT) -- Nibs, 23:43:25 07/23/02 Tue
"Eh... heh heh. Can't help you there, old chap. I always step outside and... come to think of it, I've never heard of a latrine here. I'm not even sure there is one." (NT) -- Ulett, 23:46:07 07/23/02 Tue
"Nutterbutter!" He frowns, pursing his mouth. "Where's civility???" He hobbles toward the door, muttering. (NT) -- Nibs, 23:49:13 07/23/02 Tue
The stoat watches him as he leaves, puzzled. "Uh...?" he inquires. (NT) -- Ulett, 23:51:28 07/23/02 Tue
After a few minutes he returns, wiping his paws on his pants, "Now tell me young kit, does this place have soap or has this place backslid so far into barbarism?" He leans forward, on his cane, peering up at the stoat rather disgruntled. (NT) -- Nibs, 23:57:31 07/23/02 Tue
The stoat rolls his eyes, but not at the squirrel. "Barabarism doesn't even begin to describe it, my dear chap. Soap? It's bloody hard enough cleaning the blood off the floor and walls, too hard to worry about if beasts like us keep our hands clean." (NT) -- Ulett (I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't leave!), 00:00:55 07/24/02 Wed
"Well I'm not surprised! Not one tidly bit! Sanitation should be taken more seriously when it comes to food!" He bangs the tip of his cane against the floor for emphasis. "Now where's the soap?" (NT) -- Nibs, 00:04:10 07/24/02 Wed
"Well, you can try back in the kitchens. I suppose there is at least a chance that they'll have some back there." (NT) -- Ulett, 00:17:48 07/24/02 Wed
"Who? Where?" He looks this way and that, in confusion. (NT) -- Nibs, 00:26:57 07/24/02 Wed
"Right over there, my dear chap. Come, I'll show you." He gets up and heads for the kitchens. (NT) -- Ulett, 00:28:07 07/24/02 Wed
He follows the stoat slowly, taking each step carefully. He looks around after each step, evaluating the structure of the building (or pretending to). (NT) -- Nibs, 00:31:36 07/24/02 Wed
He leads him to the entrance of the kitchen. Then he points inside at the far wall. "See over there? One of those white things on the tabletop. Not that tabletop," he points a bit further left, "those are onions. Don't wash your hands with those, the smell takes forever to go away." (NT) -- Ulett, 00:36:12 07/24/02 Wed
"I know what onions are!" He says defensively, quickly discarding the one he'd picked up. He wanders over to the other table and picks up the real soap, then stops, looking around as though lost. (NT) -- Nibs, 00:39:35 07/24/02 Wed
"The water's over there," he says, pointing to an indoor pump nestled in a small alcove on the wall to the right. (NT) -- Ulett, 00:43:40 07/24/02 Wed
"MmmmMMM." He grunts grumpily, and makes his way to teh pump. After wetting, lathering and rinsing his paws, he turns to the stoat with a sigh. "Any tucker lying around?" He scratches his chin, gazing about quizzically. (NT) -- Nibs, 00:49:14 07/24/02 Wed
He shrugs. "Onions." (NT) -- Ulett, 00:49:52 07/24/02 Wed
"Don't be daft! I'm not eating onions for dinner!" (NT) -- Nibs, 00:51:15 07/24/02 Wed
"Why not?" he asks, taking an onion and biting into it with a crunch. "Lovely things, onions. 'Course, you can't bloody well carry on a conversation after you've eaten one. Do nasty things to one's breath, onions." (NT) -- Ulett, 00:54:29 07/24/02 Wed
"Are you mocking me? Crunch crunch crunch! Look at me! Do I look like I got any choppers, Mmmm???" He peels back his lips revealing nothing but gums. "Give me something edible, dagnabbit! I'm hungry!" (NT) -- Nibs, 01:00:28 07/24/02 Wed
Ulett shrugs and tosses his onion carelessly aside. He walks around the kitchen for a bit, rummaging about, then pulls out a long-forgotten pot of soup. He sniffs it, and, not smelling anything bad, offers it to the squirrel. "Here you go. It might be a little cold." He hopes that his onion breath doesn't knock the poor creature unconscious. (NT) -- Ulett, 01:02:40 07/24/02 Wed
He dips a finger into the pot and tastes it, "Is this the best you've got? You call yourself a chef?!" He fists his withered paws against his hips. (NT) -- Nibs, 01:05:45 07/24/02 Wed
"Hold on there, my dear chap. I never claimed to be a chef, did I? I'm just some bloody stoat who came here for heaven knows what reason and now I'm trying to feed a bloody pot of..." he sniffs the pot, "mushroom and leek soup to a bloody ingrate!" (NT) -- Ulett, 01:11:01 07/24/02 Wed
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth young whippersnapper?" He tastes the soup again, "I'll take it." (NT) -- Nibs, 01:18:38 07/24/02 Wed
"My mother," he says with great dignity, "is no longer with us, thank you very much." He picks his onion up off the floor and dusts it off on his armfur. Then he resumes eating it. (NT) -- Ulett, 01:20:46 07/24/02 Wed
"My mother died twenty seasons ago, but you don't see me cryin' over it do you?" He gums a mushroom. (NT) -- Nibs, 01:24:20 07/24/02 Wed
"No, I suppose not," he replies grudgingly. He gnaws thoughtfully on his onion, then asks, "You seem very wise, sir. Tell me, how long have you lived, gathering such a bl-... I mean, such a great store of experience?" (NT) -- Ulett, 01:26:02 07/24/02 Wed
"I'm eighty-eight seasons come fall." He says around a leek that is dribbling out of the corner of his mouth unchecked, "Old as mold!" He chuckles, "Hee hee hee!" (NT) -- Nibs, 01:30:57 07/24/02 Wed
"Ah... that's perfectly fascinating, my dear chap. Well, I must be off now. Sleep sounds rather good now, don't you think? Off to my little home... toodles." He heads for the exit. (NT) -- Ulett, 01:33:25 07/24/02 Wed
He spoons more soup into his toothless mouth and waves the stoat off flatly. (NT) -- Nibs, 01:36:13 07/24/02 Wed
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Aero's First Appearance
Aero
A little shrew walks in. He brushes dust from his gray fur and straightens his goggles, which make his eyes appear to bug out. He looks around then heads for the bar.
Gwyn Safore
*A short, fair-furred mouse slides up next to the shrew. She speaks so quietly, it sounds like a whisper.* Hi there..
Aero
The shrew waves a trembling paw and speaks in a high nasal voice,
"Hey. Is there a bar tender here?"
Gwyn
*She pauses* Yes, over there. *She points to a beast bustlying about, carrying empty glasses.*
Aero
He clears his throat and lifts a shaking finger,
"Excuse me, may I have something to eat and drink?"
Kudasai and Tookyoo
You need to lose the goggles...they're cute on some animals, but not when they make your eyes all googly
Aero
He smiles shyly,
"Oh..." and moves the goggles to his forehead.
Rutee
*Sighs* Oh that's rich, coming from a pair of gerbils.
Gwyn Safore
*The mouse motions to the bartender.* I'd like a dandelion and burdock fizz, please. *She turns to the shrew.* I'm Gwyn, what's your name?
Brinda
Are you dissin' gerbils?? I happen to be one!!
Kudasai and Tookyoo
**gives him a thumbs up** way to go man
Aero
He clears his throat and grips his paws together to still their trembling,
"Aero...nice to meet you, Gwyn." He releases one paw to extend it.
Rutee
Well, seeing that they are not a part of the true Redwall World, we tend to frown upon them in a Redwall setting...only makes sense. Gerbils belong elsewhere.
Gwyn
*Her warm paw lightly grasps the shrews.* Nice to meet you too..Aero. *She recieves her drink at the same instance, and takes a sip.* You seem uneasy. *She shyly says.*
Aero
OOC: Start your own message if you are so intent on arguing. That way you can stay out of mine. Btw - don't forget your "OOC"s.
Aero
He smiles, "Oh I'm always like this. It's a metabolism thing." He looks after the tender, "May I please...um...get something?" His voice is still quiet.
Gwyn
I see. *She pauses, unsure of what to say.* So what brings you here? Are you new?
Aero
"I guess...just flew in from the other side of Marl forest." He waves at the tender, finally getting some attention,
"Yes, may I have six pasties and a flaggon of blackberry juice?"
Gwyn
I see...is there anything of particular...interest way over there? *She squints as the bubble from her drink tickle her throat.*
Aero
"Mmm..." he folds his paws together again and his foot starts twitching.
Gwyn
*She nods and her eyebrows furrow expectantly.*
Aero
He shrugs and looks over to see if his food is ready yet.
Gwyn
*She nods, confused.* Well, I've never been there, myself. I'm from Mossflower, the heart of Mossflower.
Aero
"Do much traveling?" The shrew wiggles his nose, smelling the approaching tray of pasties.
Gwyn
*She smiles and shakes her head.* The opposite, I fear. I'd like to, I'm just not the type that likes to go solo.
Aero
"Yes, it can be dangerous. Unless you are in the air." He reaches for the tray of pasties and begins to eat them hungrilly.
Gwyn
You seem like a traveler, yourself. Where have you been, what places have payed a visit to?
Aero
He pauses, mid-chew, "Too many to name, really. Traveling is my life...and job." He takes another bite and another, stuffing his mouth.
Gwyn
You're job? *She finishes her drink, and calls the bartender over once more.* What is it that you do?
Aero
"I transport cargo and sometimes passengers by air. It costs more, but it's faster. Mostly wealthy beasts hire me and Snatch." He bites into the last pastie.
Gwyn
By air? *She looks unduly curious.* How do you accomplish that? *Pauses* Let me guess...Snatch?
Aero
He finishes his last bite, "Yep. Snatch and me - we're a team. I'm more the diplomat when it comes to business. Most creatures have a problem talking to Snatch. He is easily offended and has a bad accent. There's a reason air transport is rare. Birds have this thing about dignity and honor...they don't like to be treated as low-life servants." He licks his fingers.
Aero
Hey, nice talking to you - I gotta go. Snatch is waiting on me and he doesn't like strangers." The shrew hops off his stool after paying the bartender and walks out.
Gwyn
*She smiles* I see.... Nice to meet you! Goodbye.
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Carr's Cane is Broken
summary:
-Blod twists Carr's ear and makes him stutter
-Carr gets his own bread and drink, the drink is too strong and he passes out
-Two beasts Kurai and Tenya (wolf) try to rob him while he is unconscious. Bronx tries to protect him, but then has to go (ooc). The female rat, Autis, defends him.
His head spins and he grimaces, squinting his eyes. Suddenly his stomach lurches, an after-effect of the whiskey. He has not the time to find a sink or run for the door - even if he were able to. He wretches and vomits onto the floor. Replies: He makes a face and quickly wipes the string of saliva from his chin, his breath coming in gasps. He looks around, embarrassed. -- Carr, 16:33:41 07/08/01 Sun
Autis shakes her head, "I'll try to find something to clean it up..." He disappears into the kitchens. -- Autis, 16:35:22 07/08/01 Sun
*She^ -- Autis, 16:35:55 07/08/01 Sun
He watches her leave, then lowers himself to the floor. He swipes his forearm across his whiskers once more and starts across the hall slowly, his right leg twisting unnaturally beneath him with every step. He sways, setting himself off-balance, and stumbles, barely catching himself in time. -- Carr, 16:38:23 07/08/01 Sun
He hisses, inwardly cursing the gray searat who took his cane... -- Carr, 16:43:32 07/08/01 Sun
Finally he recovers and starts again for the door. The female rat was certainly kind to him, but he does not enjoy the fact that he was humiliated in front of her... -- Carr, 16:55:35 07/08/01 Sun
He reaches the door and pauses for a rest after exiting the building. His shirt is torn and reeks of vomit. He peels it off and throws it to the dirt fiercely. -- Carr, 16:59:23 07/08/01 Sun
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The gray searat bursts through the doors and looks around with a grin, twirling a dark brown cane. Replies: Carr turns at the sound and groans inwardly. There is the slight flicker of hope, though, at the sight of the cane, that he may somehow be able to get it back... -- Carr, 10:32:44 07/09/01 Mon
Spotting the other rat almost immediately, Blod swaggers over to him with a yellow-toothed grin. "Hey Scabface..." -- Blod, 10:42:21 07/09/01 Mon
He gazes narrowly at Blod, waiting to see how close he'll come...maybe he can... -- Carr, 10:44:41 07/09/01 Mon
He stops just out of reach of the brown rat. "Looking for something?" He swings the cane tantalizingly close. -- Blod, 10:53:17 07/09/01 Mon
He has the strong compulsion to try to snatch the cane back, but he knows that is exactly what Blod wants. He needs to do something unexpected...With one quick motion he throws the last of his cider into the searat's face and makes a dive for the cane. -- Carr, 10:59:54 07/09/01 Mon
The rat gasps in surprise, reaching his free paw to his face to rub his eyes. At the same moment he feels the cane jerked from his other paw. -- Blod, 11:01:36 07/09/01 Mon
Already fearing that this was a mistake, Carr makes his best attempt at running, using the cane. -- Carr, 11:04:26 07/09/01 Mon
Cider cleared from his vision, the rat roars in anger and chases the fleeing Carr. He catches up to him easily and aims a kick at his left knee. -- Blod, 11:10:23 07/09/01 Mon
With a cry, Carr falls to the ground and curls up, gripping the cane tightly and clenching his teeth. -- Carr, 11:13:09 07/09/01 Mon
Blod, teeth bared, continues to kick the other rat, trying to wretch the cane from his paws, "That was a mistake, rot-tail!" -- Blod, 11:23:27 07/09/01 Mon
He refuses to let go of the cane, hoping that the searat will finish kicking him and then leave. -- Carr, 11:24:27 07/09/01 Mon
He aims a series of hard kicks at the brown rat's face, intent on breaking his nose if he must to make him release the cane. -- Blod, 11:30:14 07/09/01 Mon
Stars spark in his vision as his head absorbs each blow with a jerk. After the third and fourth kick, he tastes blood and releases the cane in order to burry his head in his arms. -- Carr, 11:33:09 07/09/01 Mon
He breaks the long thin cane over his knee and throws the pieces at Carr, spitting. "That'll show ya!" He gives the rat one last kick in the gut then swaggers back out of the hall. -- Blod, 11:38:05 07/09/01 Mon
Carr lays still, breathing hard and fingering the remnants of his most valued possession with a sigh. -- Carr, 11:40:49 07/09/01 Mon
After a moment, he wipes the blood from his nose and painfully gets to his feet. -- Carr, 11:52:47 07/09/01 Mon
He limps stiffly over to the couches where he collapses, closing his eyes. -- Carr, 11:59:52 07/09/01 Mon
*walks in just in time to see the last of the whole thing, and goes and picks up the broken cane, then walks over to Carr and looks at him with concern* Are you alright? (NT) -- Rhiow, 13:04:36 07/09/01 Mon
*shrugs, then studies the cane in her paws. After a moment, her eyes brighten, and she runs out in a hurry, taking the cane with her* (NT) -- Rhiow, 13:14:00 07/09/01 Mon
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The rat sits up with a sigh, yawns, and winces. Picking up the pieces of his cane he lays back down studying them, fitting them together, taking them apart... Replies: He lays the pieces against his bare, furry chest and heaves a sigh, staring up at the ceiling in thought. -- Carr, 16:33:01 07/09/01 Mon
Finally, he sits up again and swings his legs over the edge and to the floor. Using the arm of the couch for temporary support, he rises to his feet, looking around, deciding what to do. -- Carr, 16:38:43 07/09/01 Mon
He shoves the two pieces of his cane in the crack between the arm of the couch and the cushion, then takes a deep breath and begins the long trek to the bar, his stomach aching for something to eat. -- Carr, 16:42:36 07/09/01 Mon
He walks slowly, his right leg twisting awkwardly beneath him with every step, but he continues as though used to the impediment. -- Carr, 16:44:08 07/09/01 Mon
**A young black wolf looks at the broken cane, then at the rat** Do ya need another one? I could make one for you. -- Talen, 16:44:25 07/09/01 Mon
You alright? Those two didn't hurt you did they? (NT) -- Bronx, 16:44:39 07/09/01 Mon
He smiles and shakes his head, continuing on his way. -- Carr, 16:53:02 07/09/01 Mon
**Shrugs and walks away, not knowing who the rat was talking to** -- Talen, 16:53:52 07/09/01 Mon
He reaches the bar at last and sits with a sigh, looking around for a tender. -- Carr, 16:58:43 07/09/01 Mon
He taps his claws against the counter, looking around. -- Carr, 17:08:01 07/09/01 Mon
Sighting no bartender, he wills himself to stand once more, making his way slowly behind the counter, using the counter for support. -- Carr, 17:15:32 07/09/01 Mon
He searches the shelves for something edible, selecting a sweetroll and two acorn scones. Setting them on the counter, he finds a mug and fills it with cider. -- Carr, 17:27:30 07/09/01 Mon
After filling a mug, he slides it over to the food and limps back around the bar and to the stool where his scones and roll await. -- Carr, 17:34:20 07/09/01 Mon