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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 25, 2007 18:25:40 GMT
*Regen, still fishing in his pockets, glances over his shoulder at the mouse, who is passing by.* *Nope. *The squirrel finds the door key and fits it into the lock. The door opens with an awful-sounding screech.* I need t' grease these hinges...o' course, with bars on the windows, the door noise is my burglar alarm. *He shoves the key back into his pocket. *In we go!
*The mouse goes onwards, having seen where the squirrels are staying, without a second look.* I'll come back later...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 26, 2007 17:59:41 GMT
*Ashnel looks around, taking more and more details of the place in now than he did before, despite the alchohol.* So. *He mutters, more to himself than Regen.* Black Oak Tavern, eh? What a place...
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 26, 2007 19:45:53 GMT
*Regen grins and shuts the door behind him, locking it from the inside. *Aye. S' great, isn't it? *He shoves the key into his pocket and glances out the window. The rain is now pouring down.* *Well...what 'dya think 'o Fort Copperlin now?
OOC: I'm gonna do a sort of intermission thing in a couple posts...I have to write it first. Don't mind me.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 27, 2007 16:21:09 GMT
OOC: I don't. BIC: *Ashnel looks out at the rain streaming down the window panes.* I dunno... 's alright, I s'ppose. Lots o' different creatures here, different attitudes, opinions - I won't go as far t' say it's like Terralux - but I've been t' worse places. *The squirrel subconsciously falls back into various accents, perhaps ones he's picked up from the places he refered to.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 27, 2007 17:47:47 GMT
*Regen nods. *Well, y'know...there's always somethin' good about everywhere....somethin' bad, too, but nobeast talks about that. *He sits on the table and gestures toward the one chair in the room. *Sit. Yer gonna be 'ere fer a while, y' may as well save y' paws.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 28, 2007 7:27:50 GMT
*Ashnel remains standing, despite the kind offer.* I was never actually told why we were being sent here. I was listening outside the door for some o' the time, and heard there was mutiny, but nobeast really said how or why we'd be any use here. *There's no easy way to say that you think we're being trapped and used, something in his mind makes him think this almost out loud.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 28, 2007 14:24:50 GMT
*We're suppos'd t' find out who th' leaders o' the scheme are......or so Stormsight said. Seems t' me, though, that Blackstar's afraid o' bein' assasinated in 'is sleep or somethin'..I'm not sure why 'xactly he trusts us t' solve this, but 'e does. *The squirrel sighs.* *Really, there's nothin' wrong wi' Blackstar's rule. He's no goodbeast, but 'e ain't bad, either......he takes care o' his own is all, same as you an' me. There are much worse places ye could be. Some beasts, though......they just ain't happy, no matter what. *Regen gets up and digs through a cabinet, coming up with an aged and hard loaf of bread. He pulls the thing in half and holds up one piece.* *Y' hungry?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 29, 2007 8:26:16 GMT
*Ashnel shakes his head.* 'S'alright. Thanks, *He adds all the same.* So you don't think we can do this? *The squirrel asks, lightly, almost as though he were asking Regen what the weather was like. Behind the calm expression, Ashnel curses, the hundred doubts and hidden thoughts that have been nagging in his mind since the journey began surfacing. We're in as much danger as Blackstar is, and we're supposed to do what, exactly?*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 29, 2007 12:12:48 GMT
*Regen puts the loaf away and leans against the wall, picking at his bread's crust.* *I'm not so sure, Ashnel. Really.....well....th' consp'rators can't be too far hidden, if this affair's as far gone as that border guard thought. I've been thinkin', though, an' the best thing t' do is disguise ourselves an' move about, probably. Take up assumed names. See if we c'n get into this "mutiny club." Ye've been thinkin', have ye now? *The squirrel pauses, then goes on, looking amused. * *We may even 'ave t' change our fur color!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 29, 2007 17:55:29 GMT
OOC: Aaand, *Drum roll.* Presenting Ashnel h'Alashia's most stu-ish faults: fur colour a-and being slightly taller than most squirrels.
*Ashnel nods, the first of the obvious faults in Regen's plan already answered.* I was going to say - inconpicuous (sp?) is hardly dark fur and looking down on most creatures - and I'm pretty sure the world, 'is wife and drinking buddies all know that we know each other now. *He did say not to get into a fight, the squirrel admits; and then the talk of fur colour, and the changing of it reminds Ashnel, very suddenly, of somebeast he's tried hard to forget. And, the memory coming back throws the squirrel offguard, and makes his troubled expression all the more obvious.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 30, 2007 0:08:40 GMT
*Regen eyes Ashnel and sighs.* *Aye, yer right. Well, we c'n pretend yer from the East, where m' brothers are fightin' vermin. We'll leave yer fur dark, dress ye in a helm that covers alot o' yer face...bein' tall isn't a problem. I wonder if we c'n get a hauberk.... *The squirrel pauses.* *Ye won't be able t' talk, though, as obviously y' speak a different language. 'Kay?
*He takes a chomp of the bread, chews for a moment, and swallows with some difficulty.* *I'll dye m' fur reddish, like Terragon's, an' find some differen' clothes.
Yer gonna have t' loosen up on' the accent, too...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 30, 2007 16:11:40 GMT
*Without warning, Ashnel begins babbling in some unknown language, his expression aumsed as he waits for the resulting expression he hopes for on Regen's face.* Salvi, egosa Ashnel Alashiae nemoe kinde. Egosa Easte. Egosa non voce.
OOC: The language Ashnel's speaking is a made-up one from something I wrote a while back, and is based loosely on Latin, English and Portugese. Coincidentally, Ashnel's ancestors do, according to his known part of the family, come from Eastern Southsward.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 30, 2007 19:49:52 GMT
*Regen smiles and nods, apparently used to beasts breaking out into random languages. *Good. You'll need a different name, though....ye can be Ashn-el-Alash, mercenary from th' eastern deserts, an' I'll be yer translator, Tarth. Howzat?
OOC: Oh. I was thinking more like Isreal or Palestine, where the Crusades, according to my sort-of timeline, would now be happening. That's the war some of Regen's near relations are fighting in. An equivalent of the Crusades.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 2, 2007 7:02:23 GMT
OOC: Don't worry, Ashnel claims to be a good liar.
BIC: *Ashnel nods, dumbly.* A'right... so, if I speak in Mossflorian, stand on my footpaw, or kick me 'til I shut up, yes? *He frowns.* But, if I need to say, "Reg- Tarth, that giant rabbit is about t' stick a knife in y'r back", how will you understand me without me blowing cover? *Don't pick faults! Ashnel imagines Ayeny's voice.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 2, 2007 10:50:05 GMT
*Regen frowns.* *Ye c'n just stab 'em without th' dialouge, 'kay? *He sets the remains of the bread down on the table. *Y' wan th' bed or th' floor t' sleep on?
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