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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 0:00:06 GMT -5
::her stomach grumbles at the idea of baking--she hasn't had a decent meal in the season and a half she's been wandering. Tired, she slowly lowers her staff:: "Thieves, you say? Well, I, uh, guess that explains why they live in such a luxurious-looking establishment. Uh, thanks, I guess. ::Pausing, she looks around at her company, shrinking back a bit timidly; she changes the subject:: If you're looking for a cook, though, I'd have to say I'm not the one to ask. I've burnt water before." ::slowly gains a little confidence::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 0:06:44 GMT -5
**He laughs merrily at this last comment**
Don't worry, little miss ,we'll find a job for you. We need a nurse for the sick tent, and we also need a nanny for some little maids we provide shelter for. Even if you aren't fit for either of those things, we'll find something. It's time to decide. Do you want me to take you to camp and get you some food?
...Or would you prefer we simply drift off and leave you to your own devices?
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 0:12:12 GMT -5
::Her natural tendency to wander creeps up on her, but her empty belly protests at the idea of turning down an actual meal. She pauses for a moment:: "I . . . I guess it couldn't hurt to get some vittles in m' system . . . . if you would . . . please . . . allow me to join you for the night, I'd be much obliged . . . if that's alright with you. ::adding hurriedly:: I wouldn't stay much past the morning, so as not to trouble you, sir."
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 0:17:44 GMT -5
**He starts to frown, then quickly covers it up with a smile**
...Of course. Right this way.
**He leads her the rest of the way to the Vermin Camp, really not a very long trek**
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 0:25:29 GMT -5
::stumbling after him, she looks all around her at the other creatures and her surroundings, unsure of what she's doing, but letting her stomach lead the way:: "T . . . thank you kindly, s. . . sir. I hope I won't be of any trouble . . . " ::follows the weasel, her paw still clutching her staff protectively, but not as tense::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 0:38:51 GMT -5
((Post at Vermin camp now. You know, your character really reminds me of Viki from the Suikoden video game series... she's an absent minded young girl with a staff who always teleports in at some random place and doesn't know where she is.))
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Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 14, 2003 16:36:20 GMT -5
::Slowly following from the bushes, quite out of sight is Mattisa. Under his breath his mutters something about dirty scoundrels and discracing the name of thievery. Wondering what he should do, he runs back to the abbey. When out of earshot from the hordes, he calls out:: ABBESS! ABBESS! The vermin are well, you saw! WE NEED HELP OUT HERE!!! ::Hoping someone inside heard him, he battles in his mind on whether or not to go back to save her or round up the few Redwallers to help::
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Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 14, 2003 16:38:14 GMT -5
((Hey you guys, I can't write in the vermin camps, but I need to be part of this thread, can we put it in the mossflower area, or something, sorry))
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 16:49:13 GMT -5
((That's fine, the Abbess said we could post in redwall if we invade it, so you can post in the camp in this situation.))
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Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 14, 2003 16:50:56 GMT -5
Well thank you very much, and where might I find this, actually, I'll just attempt to find myself somewhere...
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