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| Celebration Feast; The second half of the Warriors Assembly | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 2 2008, 10:39 PM (426 Views) | |
| Enamel Pardon | Sep 4 2008, 08:08 PM Post #11 |
Ruler of Specifics
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Despite the South and East towers being the Patrol Towers and often working together, Enamel had never really talked to Commander Ki, nor listened to the Rumours about her, or ever been in a joint-patrol with her. He, in short, didn't even recognise the squirrel as being a Commander. "Thankee, miss!" he chirped, reaching for the tart and cordial. He wasn't sure what happened in the next few seconds, but soon the tart was just a few crumbs on the tablecloth and he was ready for more. His mouth seemed to be on auto-pilot. "Mm - delicious. I don't suppose y'got anythin' over there that's sour, too? Wouldn't say no t'some soft'n'warm, either - some o' that bread there, an' somethin' salty, somethin' tangy; how's the pie?" Burble, burble, burble, went Enamel's mouth, much to his dismay. Oh, curse his hare genes! How could he eat and talk at the same time? He didn't know. It just happened. And, according to his choice of conversation, it did not seem the young hare had any sense of self-preservation either. |
Sergeant Enamel Pardon  Can't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I...my other char's a mouse: Corporal Simon Flynn 
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| Orion Fulcry | Sep 5 2008, 02:11 PM Post #12 |
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At some point, Orion had struck up a conversation with one of the Black Archers sitting to either side of him, but it quickly turned awkward, and after a rather sadly-pathetic conclusion, they found themselves ignoring each other's gaze. Tugging at his shirt collar, the red squirrel looked around the table again, taking care to skip a certain tower commander with a penchant for nicknames, and wondered to himself if it was yet socially allowable to excuse himself from the table. Taking a small sip of water, he sighed and stared aimlessly at his plate. With a start, he realized the pattern looked an awful lot like the plates he used to use when his family was still alive. Memories began to dredge themselves up from the depths of his mind, parading mockingly through the forefront as though to emphasize all that he no longer had. |
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| Sceotend Russet | Sep 6 2008, 01:41 AM Post #13 |
 
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"It's certainly not too shabby." Sceo stepped into a seat near where Rupert Fortescue sat, her plate piled high and threatening to tilt off and fly to the floor. "But then again, it wouldn't be allowed inside our walls if it were." She grinned. "How's your meal, Sergeant Fortescue?" |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Sep 7 2008, 01:37 AM Post #14 |
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"Eh? What?" Jelal raised his head from the bowl he had been enthusiastically slurping from, much to the chagrin of some of the others at his table. He turned towards Avirly with his whiskers dripping soup, and he looked a real sight with his eyes wide with both curiosity and the fact that his tongue had that oddly pleasant fiery feeling one always got from hotroot soup. He suddenly recognized who he was speaking with, and spluttered awkardly for a moment. "Oh, uh, ma'am! 'Ello," he said in a rush. Didn't her being the commander's daughter make her second in command, or something? Certainly above him whatever the case. "Too... too what? 'Ot? The soup?" He looked down at his bowl. It was half finished and had little bits of shrimp and onion floating around. It looked positively delicious in his opinion, but it would be impolite to keep eating. He decided to smile at her instead, his whiskers going up and flicking little droplets all about. "Oh, well, er, truth is it's 'ot for everybeast, that's the idea sure enough! The question is, can ye take it?" Without preamble, he called for another bowl to be served, presumably to be served to the she-vole. His amicable smile was ever present throughout, and though his head was swimming with the idea that Duran's daughter would ever take an interest in him, it didn't stop him from being the go-getter that he was. "Cause it's like swimmin'. You always get wet, but the difference is whether you don't mind 'ow wet you get. Now I love gettin' wet, an' I love Hotroot soup what's hot! But whether it's too 'ot for you, that's a judgment I can never make for you. It's like decidin' a beast's personality cause of 'is dress, you know. I just don't do it!" Edited by Jelal Waveskimmer, Sep 7 2008, 01:38 AM.
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| Kani Pesäheilua | Sep 9 2008, 09:20 PM Post #15 |
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Kani had not quite found Enamel to give him a congratulatory fur ruffle between his ears. For a brief period, she debated that since he now outranked her, did it mean she couldn't ruffle? She tossed this logic to the catacomb depths almost the moment it set paw in her mind. Or rather, it was drowned by the detail of foots surrounding her. She took a bite her and a bite there, whether it be on her plate or not. In fact, she hadn't sat down with her own plate yet because other plates were distracting her. Kani had become known enough for her up close and personal approach that most beasts only managed a eyeroll and at the worse there was shocked whisker twitching. Eventually, cheeks stuffed, the rabbit found a seat. Actually, no, she didn't. She only made one by shoving two burly otters aside and squeezing in. They didn't argue. They still were sore from an ill-fated arm-wrestling mate against Kani just a few suns back. They surrendered some scones to her just to be safe. She rubbed her paws over the scrumptious array stuffed on her plate, all things that could be described as flaky, juicy, gooey, sweet, spicy, melodious... She was just about to further test the capacity of her cheeks before seeing a ray of "forlorn" blindsiding her from across the table. A red squirrel was the participant of this "forlorn" and it was plain stifling of appetite. She tossed a verbal stone, "Oi dere. Squirrely thingie. Why ye look loik yer sat on a spoiky muffin dere?" |
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| Cass Blackthorne | Sep 9 2008, 09:49 PM Post #16 |
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There was an odd commotion over by the cart where the flans were laid out. The crowd had been steadily moving forward along the line, studiously minding its own business until someone disrupted the flow. A bulge appeared out of nowhere in the line as beasts moved and readjusted themselves, making room for the wayward soldier. A hare pushed her way out of the crowd, obstinately forcing herself out of the crowd. She balanced a plate above her head, carefully maneuvering it from being knocked around. Finally free, Cass breathed a big sigh and looked around. She noticed a few eyes staring curiously her, though whether it was because she (a hare of all beasts) had left the food line or whether it was due to her obviously not-Black Arch Fort uniform, she didn't know. Or care. Her own bright eyes glanced about, offering small smiles to the few faces she recognized. And there he was. Spotting Duran at the head, or side, or... something of the round table, Cass made her way deliberately towards the vole. "High Commandar Sweftpyke!" the mountain hare called, wisps of her northern accent slipping through. "Ah'm glaid Ah found ye an yer bonny foirt en a braw humour. Yer wean soldiers air growin up naow?" There was a smile on her face and one in her voice, yet the usual glint of happiness in a beast's eye was absent from her own. |
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Cassidy Blackthorne East Tower Captain 
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| Orion Fulcry | Sep 10 2008, 01:21 AM Post #17 |
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"Oi dere. Squirrely thingie. Why ye look loik yer sat on a spoiky muffin dere?" It took a moment for Orion to realize he was being addressed. The acoustics of the table were such that it was rather difficult to locate the source of the voice. Glancing around at the laughing, merry fortbeasts, he thought perhaps he was mistaken. Then, as his gaze passed over Kani, he found himself staring directly into the rabbit's eyes. Nope, no mistake here. Orion had never actually found cause to talk with Kani, and until this point, she had never spoken to him. From what he could tell, that was a good thing. Blinking, Orion discovered that he had no idea what Kani had just asked him. Clearing his throat a bit louder then intended - drawing the unwanted attention of the diners to either side of him - Orion responded. "Uh, sorry. What'd you say?" |
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| Talyn Ki | Sep 13 2008, 10:53 AM Post #18 |
 
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Talyn was in such shock that the leveret had not cowered in fright that she actually did pass him a few more plates before she pulled herself together again. Her face slipped into its natural glare as she shoved a large wooden bowl of salad at the hare. Her mouth was open to start biting off Enamel’s head when the hare was saved by the sound of a familiar voice with a northern accent. Dropping the bowl in the hare’s lap the squirrel turned around and watched with a look of quiet disbelief as none other than Cass Blackthorne approached the table. The squirrel’s tail whipped behind her like a separate living creature, and Talyn’s eyes grew wide and narrowed as thoughts pelted her brain. The mountain hare’s appearance jolted her more than Enamel’s naïve inquiries. Without thinking Talyn found herself getting up and making her way around the table to stand with the High Commander. She told herself she went to make herself available should Duran need more details about the last report she gave him. However, really her motives were purely selfish. She was curious to see how this conversation would unfold. She knew why Cass may be here. On one paw it excited her, but on the other… she and Duran had not been on good terms lately and the arrival of Cass Blackthorne could change things. |
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Talyn Ki. Name pronounced ta-lin kee. East Tower Commander | |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Sep 13 2008, 10:54 AM Post #19 |
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Duran was in the middle of a particularly large gulp of apple beer when his name was called. Before he could take his lips from his mug the vole saw the speaker approaching him, and his eyes crinkled into a smile. With a gasp he fairly slammed the empty tankard down and got to his feet as Cass Blackthorne approached him. Laurel was beside him in a flash, though her face held worry instead of excitement. “Cass Blackthorne! It is wonderful to see you!” A deep laugh bubbled up from Duran’s chest, partially brought on by the happy atmosphere of the event around him and partially due to the recently finished mug of beer. “The fort is doing well and so are its soldiers, but we’re better with you among us. Come, Laurel, Avirly, help make room for Cass. You must join us and tell us why we are so blessed to receive you on this surprise visit. Where is—a, ahem, excuse me, where do you plan on staying? I hope you say the fort instead of the inn, for that would mean we’ll have you for more than a day.” The slip was subtle enough, but Duran was kicking himself for letting it happen. He recognized the look in Cass’ eyes and had felt Laurel’s paws hugging his arm as she approached. The vole had even noticed Talyn creeping over. He knew why the two females were showing such concern. He had been about to ask Cass where her husband was. He would probably kick himself for the slip for the rest of his life. A few weeks ago Talyn had returned from patrol with the news, and it had hit Duran and Laurel hard. The two couples had been friends in their time at the fort, and the Swiftpike’s had been sorry to see the Blackthorne’s leave. Duran had written them from time to time, always asking, and only half joking, that they come down and join the fort. The vole feared that was why Cass was here, and the thought stabbed his heart with guilt. |
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| Kani Pesäheilua | Sep 13 2008, 11:00 AM Post #20 |
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"Ye be loikin' under der weader...ye know..." Kani cleared her throat. She never understood how beasts could misinterpret her completely function state of speaking. Always had been a mystery. In her days of burrowing, communication was key, and never was there a moment when her words were mistaken by any stouthearted mole. Her face turned to a sort of glower before continuing, attempting, perhaps, what this downtrodden squirrel would think as a sensible way of speaking, "Hey. There. How are you doin'? Your tail seems boggled." Edited by Kani Pesäheilua, Sep 13 2008, 11:01 AM.
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