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Post by duckflesh on Jul 11, 2003 18:27:25 GMT -5
~This tent is home to three little squirrel maids who have been taken in by the hoard. The inside is occupied by a small table, four little chairs, and three little beds. The inside of the tent and the furniture are done in nice pastels, but the outside is grey-green, same as all the other tents. There are no actual guards, but the members of the hoard have taken a real shine to the three little maids, and would never let an intruder get within ten feet of this tent~
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 11, 2003 18:46:50 GMT -5
**Duckflesh brushes aside the flap of the tent and walks in. All three girls look up**
UNCLE DUCKY!
**The three little maids jump into his arms and latch onto him. He grins, stumbling around and finally settling down on a bed. The girls shuffle off and sit around him, eyeing a sack he has tucked under his arm**
Watcha bring us?
**he grins, taking out three stuffed dolls and handing one to each little maid. Eqlantine gets a Stoat, Gavrilla a Weasel, and Mapuana a Ferret. They hug the dolls and being playing with them right away. Duckflesh grins and holds up his paws**
Wait, wait, girls! There's more. Look at the backs of your dolls.
**The squirrels instantly turn their dolls over, and after a full minute of examination, they finally see the dolls can be unbuttoned using a secret flap on the back. Each little girl digs around inside her doll, digging something out**
Mapuana: Ooooo, what's this!?
Duckflesh: Careful, dear. It's a little jar of poison. One of our rats spent the whole day finding poison Witch Hazel and juicing out the liquid.
Mapuana: Wow, just like in the stories!
Duckflesh: Yep, you just hold onto that until later.
Gavrilla: What did I get?
Duckflesh: Careful...
**The little maid pulls a dagger from the doll**
Gavrilla: WOW, a sword!
Duckflesh: That's right! And look!
**Gavrilla looks towards where duckflesh points, and
sees a manaquin of a mouse has been set up**
Gavrilla: For practicing!
Duckflesh: That's right, dear. And you, Equalantine.
**She pulls a little case from the back of her doll**
Eqlantine: What's this?
Duckflesh: It's your own little tool kit! One of our Rat trackers said you could have it. Look, a little hammer, little scissors...
Eqlantine: Wow, that's neat!
**Duckflesh stand to leave**
Now, you girls don't mess with those things unless your trainers are here. They're going to teach you how to use your new items to get back at the people who killed your parents.
**All three girls gasp**
We're going to... get back at the monsters in the red castle?
That's right, girls, just like I told you. You'll be trained to use your new toys, and then you'll get to. Bye bye, love you all.
We love you, Uncle Duckflesh!
**He walks out from under the flap, and three rats head into the tent to begin training the three little girls. A poisoner, a fighter, and a saboteur.**
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 12, 2003 1:01:22 GMT -5
The three girls learn quickly. Equaline is tought how to sabotage various weapons, and begins work on picking locks and opening draw bridges and large gates, using small models. Gavrilla learns where a beast should be stabbed for a slow kill and where for a fast one, and how to walk and open doors without making a sound. She also learns how to hide and not be found. Mapuana learns the potency of different posions and how to best poison the largest number of people. All three girls are also given time to practice climbing trees and scaling walls, as well as some simple play time so they may bond with each other and their vermin mentors.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 15, 2003 15:49:19 GMT -5
::a very unexplainably tired mousemaid steps quietly into the tent, unsure if anyone else was present; she didn't want to wake anyone, after all::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 15, 2003 15:53:16 GMT -5
**There are three somewhat small beds in the tent. In the one furthest to the right sleeps one young squirrel, and two more are in the central bed. The bed to the far left is unoccupied and looks to have had fresh sheets recently put on it. Two of the maids are dozing softly, but the third is awake, and stares intently at the new comer, face glowing in the shallow candle light**
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 15, 2003 15:57:48 GMT -5
::a little surprised, the mousemaid stutters:: "Oh . . . h . . hi there . . . I'm sorry, little one, I hope I didn't wake you . . . "
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 15, 2003 16:00:55 GMT -5
No, I never get to sleep as fast as them. Are you a friend of Mr. Ducky?
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 15, 2003 16:06:16 GMT -5
::The mousemaid, charmed by the little squirrel, approaches:: "Um, yes, uh, he's a real goodbeast . . . " ::looking around:: "Does any watch after you?"
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 15, 2003 19:57:44 GMT -5
There are guards all around, so we're safe. Plus there's usually someone in here playing with us or training us most of the day.
**She points to the empty bed**
You can use my bed if you want. The guards told me to sleep with my sister tonight so you could use it. Unless you aren't sleepy.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 16, 2003 14:24:03 GMT -5
::gratefully seats herself on the empty bed, appreciating the feeling of the weight being off her paws; she lays her staff on the bed with her, careful not to lay it too close. She continues her conversation with the squirrelmaid:: "Training? Oh, what do you train for?"
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 16, 2003 14:31:22 GMT -5
::she also thinks she hears . . . singing? Not good singing, but she faintly hears . . . well, SOMETHING or another . . . . she tries to shrug it off, as distracting as it is.::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 16, 2003 17:20:37 GMT -5
**The little squirrel smiles proudly**
They train me to break stuff! I'm gonna be a sab-o-teur!
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 17, 2003 13:46:37 GMT -5
**now she starts to sniff the air, sure she smells something delicious**
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 18, 2003 1:45:37 GMT -5
**Duckflesh approaches the tent flap. Turning for a moment and watching Mattisa's limp body fly through the air at break neak speed, he throws off a salute to him, then enters the tent. Eqlantine looks up.**
Mr. Duck, what smells so good?
It's pie, dear, but it might be poisoned, so I'm afraid you can't have any. Besides, it's too late for you
to eat a bunch of damn pie and then get all sugar hyper and accidently stab me in the foot aga-
**he suddenly notices Kamy**
Oh! I didn't see you there! Eqlantine isn't giving you any trouble, is she?
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 19, 2003 7:03:59 GMT -5
::cocking an eyebrow for a moment, she cautiously but quickly replies: :: "Uhhh . . . oh, no, sir, she's been an absolute delight . . . " ::turning to the little squirrelmaid, smiling a bit:: "'Eqlantine'? What a pretty name!" ::strains to act undisturbed by her host's previous comments::
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