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| Riptide Ruva | Aug 30 2008, 06:06 PM |
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Riptide had just been in the kitchens. Or rather, it would be better to say he had just been kicked out of the kitchens but he would never put it that way. It was a weekly routine for him to hang around after a meal, chat nicely with the help, and try to cure his munchies. The otter seemed to get them on a regular basis and, as he informed the kitchen helpers, it was a terrible ailment to posses. One could only be rid of it, he would always continue, by, well, munching of course. Scoffing everything. Trying every oat farl, wedge of cheese, scone, pastry, cookie, turnover and anything else that he could find. It was the only cure. Laurel was usually the one that finally came and booted him out and today had been no different. This week she seemed particularly forceful. Her threats actually sounded serious enough that Riptide only argued back for a few minutes before making his escape when she seemed to be on her way to carry through. The vole infirmary keeper had threatened to “really cure him of the munchies” with some of her “special otter remedy”. Riptide knew all too well what that was. He saw her giving it to naughty dibbuns when they complained of tummy aches that didn’t exist. Awful, nasty, icky tasting stuff it was! She had tested it on him back when he first came to the fort. Oh how he knew better than to cross her when she was reaching into her pocket for the small vial. However, before his departure from the kitchens he managed to walk away with two very good things. One was a plate of piping hot scones dripping with honey, and the other was a very interesting bit of information Laurel had come to share with him before she found him trying to cure his case of the munchies. His curiosity took him around the fort, speaking with various beasts, checking a certain something at the West Tower, stopping in his room on the second floor dormitory, and swinging by the supply room in the East Tower. His last stop was the underground harbor, and by the time he arrived he was licking the last little crumbs of scone from his paws and flicking them off his whiskers. He quickly took note of the ship that was obviously preparing to sail and made his way smartly to the West Tower commander. Their paths had only crossed a couple times since his time at the fort, mainly due to being a part of different towers, but he knew who Tally was just like every other beast. “Lt. Colonel Riptide Ruva reporting for duty, marm. Heard you need some volunteers to take care of a certain scumbag that’s fouling up the air of this region with his nasty stink. I’m more than happy to offer my services.” He grinned as he finished speaking. The otter was wearing a clean uniform and held several genuine otter javelins in his right paw. On his back rested a full haversack that looked lumpy enough to contain several days worth of clothes. Twin daggers hung on his belt, looking to be nothing special but still there all the same. He was the picture of a warrior ready for action, and above all else it could be seen in the way his eyes glittered with rage and contrasted sharply with his wide smile. |
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