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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 0:38:13 GMT -5
**Duckflesh, several rats, and a mouse maid enter the camp. He leads the mouse over to the fire, then gently sits her down on a log. He goes off for a moment, leaving her to warm up by the fire, the comes back, handing her a heaping bowel of vegitable soup and a half loaf of bread**
I assume you don't eat meat? I'm not really sure what the norm is among mice.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 0:52:22 GMT -5
::The aromatic scent of the vegetable soup sends the mousemaid's stomach into a rolling grumble, timidly but thankfully accepting the food; she begins to trust the weasel enough to lay her staff across her lap:: "Oh, thank you so much . . . . y . . you know, you're the only creature who's been kind to me in a season. What's your name, if I may ask?" ::Starts to lift the bread to her lips, but pauses, remembers her manners, and waits for her host to begin first::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 12:46:36 GMT -5
**he grins, taking a bite of his own bread, and swallowing before he starts talking**
My name? Lothar.
**suddenly his eyes widden and he looks around. Once he's satisfied that none of the other vermin heard him, he turns back to her**
You... uhm... you can just call me Duckflesh...
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Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 14, 2003 16:53:50 GMT -5
((ok, I'm just putting this here even though I put it in the other part earlier just so you all know whats going on)) ::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, quite out of breath:: ABBESS! ABBESS! The vermin are well, you saw them take her! 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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ZorakBrak64
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Indeed it is Duck.
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Post by ZorakBrak64 on Jul 14, 2003 17:06:53 GMT -5
As Mattisa turns, the cold scaley hands of Snapper rap around his head and body. He had been trailing them, watching. (See the other Thread. I said I went back to stop intereference, remember? Your disregarding of that post basically set this up for me to do). He clamps down to make sure Mattisa makes no sound, lest he disturb Duck Flesh. He grabs firm and hard, using his strength to keep him quiet, walking with his new Capturee towards the Eastern part of Camp, where Snapper would keep him unitl Duck Flesh was ready to deal with the Redwaller.
OOC: You are now in the East Side thread, Mattisa.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 19:49:55 GMT -5
::cocking an eyebrow slightly; "What an odd nickname . . . oh, but who am I to judge, I'm named after some kind of lizard," she thinks to herself. She gathers up the courage and offers her paw, introducing herself:: "Uh, they call me Kamylienne . . . er, Kamy for short." ::Looking around the camp:: . . . "Er . . . so, uh, what exactly, uh, is your, um, occupation?"
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 20:00:41 GMT -5
**He smiles nervously and takes her paw, shaking it**
Kami, you are welcome to stay with us as long as you like. I can tell just your presence is brightening the mood of my men.
We're uhm... traveling... freedom fighters. Yes, that works. You know, a "Rob from the rich, give to the poor" kinda thing.
**A small rat runs up to him, and he and Duckflesh exchange a few quick words in hushed tones. The rat then runs back the way he came**
Excuse that, just a little business...
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 20:24:55 GMT -5
Oh, uh, it's understandable . . . .
::sigh:: "I--I really appreciate the invitation to stay, but, uh, well . . . " ::gazing downward:: "I, well, seem to have, well, I guess you can say, bad luck seems to follow my trail . . . everywhere I go seems to get destroyed." ::Looking outward, tiredly:: "It looks like I've outrun my luck for now, but . . . th . . .it'll catch up to me." ::shaking her head:: "It always does. I'd be doing you a favor to leave, though please, don't get me wrong, I, I appreciate your hospitality . . . but, I'd best be leaving by morning."
::She places her bowl down gently::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 20:40:36 GMT -5
**He frowns, looking like he's actually hurt, but after a moment he just covers it up with a smile**
Of course... just... don't me you won't go back to the Red Building...
Are you sleepy?
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 14, 2003 21:17:54 GMT -5
::stifling back a yawn:: "Funny you say that . . . I'm usually not at all tired at this hour . . . . just . . . for some . . . reason . . . *yawn*. Please ex . . . excuse me for my rudeness . . . "
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 14, 2003 23:08:42 GMT -5
**He yawns himself, then pats her on the shoulder and points to a tent**
Why not go get some sleep in that tent (Children's Tent)? There are three little squirrel maids in there, but they should be asleep. I have things to take care of before I may turn in myself.
**He stands and heads towards the east part of camp, yawning again**
Get a good rest.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 15, 2003 15:44:52 GMT -5
::a bit on the tired side:: "Thank you so much for your hospitality. I hope I can repay you for your kindness . . . ::starts on over to the tent, thinking that perhaps in the morning she could help gather some firewood, or something nice . . . ::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 15, 2003 15:48:12 GMT -5
**A rat just leaving the tent gives her a big grin and opens the flap for her**
They won't bother you, marm, they're pretty tired from their trainin' and such.
((you can use the "Children's Tent" thread to get some sleep))
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 15, 2003 23:06:36 GMT -5
**Now that the night is at it's blackest, Duckflesh returns to the campfire at a slow stride. Sitting down on a log, he pulls a bucket of cool water close to him and dips his paw in it, attempting to soak out the blood that has stained his fur. Bringing the paw back out, he inspects it, then wraps it loosely with bandages. Returning the remaining bandage to his pocket, he feeds a stick intothe fire and stares into it intently, wondering if that's feint singing he can here from the prison**
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Post by duckflesh on Aug 10, 2003 23:19:09 GMT -5
**Hack the rat, who seems to operate on very little sleep, carries a barrel full of brandy towards the sick tents, muttering to himself as he keeps stepping on his own tail**
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