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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 26, 2007 22:31:33 GMT
OOC: Trust me, it's a good thing. You shoulda seen the eulogy we picked out. I think it was..four pages long?
BIC:
*Lonas watches Oakrose stroll off, then looks over at Rippla, who almost rolls his eyes.* ...sap.
*Regen strolls over to where Keia is sitting and settles on a rock nearby. He is silent for a second, then inquires, * Hey...how's it going?
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Post by Baraka on Sept 26, 2007 23:20:27 GMT
*Paddy turns to Oakrose.* Ooh, it was noothing lass. Just doing me duty as a... er... priest.
*Baraka shrugs apologetically at Oakrose* I think he has a few other things on his mind...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 27, 2007 15:21:13 GMT
*Terragon pauses awkwardly. She is certain Rippla remembers her as well as she remembers him and desperately clings to formal small talk.* So... have you been staying in the Tavern... Mr... Forlinost? *She can almost feel Ashnel's suspicious glances at her. The dark squirrel doesn't stare at the weasel, but hardly disguises the dislike that practically forms a dark cloud above the party, like the smoke from the bonfire.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 27, 2007 19:30:26 GMT
*Rippla smirks slightly. *Sort of. *In fact, the weasel has been spending his nights locked up in the only windowless room the Tavern has. Of course, Regen Eale has been pretending nothing's going on, but Rippla knows better.*
*Lonas smiles vaguely, glances in Ashnel's direction, and makes a face.* Well, I didn't expect most beasts to like him, but... *Trying not to fidget, he turns and wanders over to Soilrose, smiling innocently at Ashnel.* *How are you?
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Sept 27, 2007 20:16:24 GMT
*Regen strolls over to where Keia is sitting and settles on a rock nearby. He is silent for a second, then inquires, * Hey...how's it going? *Keia turns her head to face the squirrel and replies in an almost distant sort of manner.* Uh, good... good... *she trailed off for a second before coming back completely into reality and asking Regen in a more cheery tone,* And, how are you, Regen?
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 27, 2007 20:31:58 GMT
*Soilrose looks up from turning poles loaded down with toasting rolls. Seeing it was Lonas, she grins widely, her whole face submerged in velvety skin.* Oi'm doin foine, yoo? Oi'm toastin these yurr rollers furr snarks. Wood yoo loik oone, an maybe loik ta take Miz Oakenroser oone? *Sensing a danger to her baked goods, Soilrose immediatly looks down.* Hoi! Yuung rasklar, yoo'd best keep thoi pawers away frumm ee food! Goo on an arsk Miz Terragoner iffen she'd loik yoo ta sing! *The motherly molemaiden shoos Clearbrook from the fire.* *Clearbrook resentfully wanders slowly over to Terragon. Upon reaching the Leaderess's footpaws, she taps at her waist, trying to get the squirrel's attention.* Terri, wood ya like me ta zing a song? I fink I know one about Autumn, I bees checkin now... *The otterbabe wracks her brains for a song.* *Oakrose wanders over to the bonfire, opposite the side where Soilrose and Lonas are. She stares at the flames, remembering autumns past. Suddenly, she has an idea. Rushing out of the woodland clearing, the squirrelmaiden hurries home to find an old memory, one she's sure that the others will enjoy.* *Clearstream waves to Regen.* Y'know mate, Oakrose has been down lately, an' Lonas likes 'er, an I'm positive she likes 'im, so why not get 'em together? I could make it happen, and.... *The otter looks over to where Soilrose is talking to Lonas, grinning in a way that meant the mole was up to something.* ....I believe our dear mole Soilrose is trying to do the same.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 27, 2007 23:30:20 GMT
*Regen grins, glad to see the white squirrel is fine. *Doin' fine! How's Silas...d'ye know? *He glances up as Clearstream walks up, listens to the otter's suggestion, and glances over at Lonas. The ex-pirate has accepted a roll and is carrying another in one paw.* *The golden squirrel grins slowly.* *Aye...that might be worth a try. I c'n certain'ly hint t' Lonas. It'll serve 'im right, th' way he tried t' get me t' go with Amy...
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 28, 2007 0:21:38 GMT
*Clearstream nods.* I feel so bad, plannin this stuff behind their backs, but....it'll 'elp 'er. And she likes 'im now, since Ashnel wasn't so enthusiastic back ta 'er. So... should they meet at the tavern sometime? To....warm up over a warm Elderberry wine as a group meeting, but then only the two of them show up?
*Oakrose scurried back to the clearing, a sack on her back. She sets up a wooden platform, for dancing or preforming. She also sets up a cabinet-looking box, but with holes here and there. After piling up ten wooden balls, the ball-throw is ready to use.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 28, 2007 18:06:08 GMT
*Regen nods. *Aye, I c'n think up some excuse. We've got all sort o' plans goin' on.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 28, 2007 19:23:30 GMT
Wha-? *Terragon glances down.* Oh, yes... of course, Clearbrook. But one moment, a'right? I've just got to finish talking with this gentlebeast here. *She attempts to give Rippla a warm smile and continue the, "conversation", but his vague response has given her nothing better to say, other than,* Well, you must come over to Starsett Hollow sometime and I'm sure my cousin, Ashnel, would be delighted to register you in one of the village guilds, if you wish... *She trails off, hoping against hope that Rippla does not remember Ashnel - Nobeast mentioned his name, did they? - and that she'll somehow be able to persuade Ashnel to let her more formally invite the weasel.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 28, 2007 23:51:16 GMT
*Rippla smiles back, coldly.* I shall think abou' it. Thank ye. *He glances down at Clearbrook, looking very slightly condescending...the most emotion he shown all night, in fact.*
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Sept 29, 2007 4:39:19 GMT
*Regen grins, glad to see the white squirrel is fine. *Doin' fine! How's Silas...d'ye know? *Keia falters a tad when asked about Silas, but catches herself before it actually shows through.* Oh, um, He left a little while ago... *The squirrelmaid glances down at her footpaws.* OOC: I gotta keep up with all o' ye now...
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Post by Baraka on Sept 30, 2007 0:41:45 GMT
*Baraka rolls his eyes at Paddy, and continues listening to the conversation.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 30, 2007 1:52:15 GMT
OOC: So Regen, do you want me to make a thread and just have them beleive it rather than send PM's to everyone and tell them about it? Terri, I'm gonna make a song up. BIC: *Clearbrook wimpers, doing her best not to seem baby-ish in front of Terragon. Sitting on a log, she thinks, thinks, and thinks. Finally, after she came up with a song, she still had to wait for Terragon to 'finish'. Spotting Oakrose's ball toss, she allows a smile to split her face. Rushing happily over, she picks up a ball and gently throws it.* SCWOOORE! I made it! *She begins to dance around, waving her little paws in circles.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 30, 2007 12:07:58 GMT
*Terragon eyes flick over to Clearbrook, her smile becoming considerably more genuine for an instant.* In that case, *She murmurs back to Rippla.* I hope you won't mind if I excuse myself. *Terragon gives a stiff, formal nod to the weasel and standing as tall as possible, drifts away. Upon nearing Clearbrook, she finds the tiny otter dibbun waving her paws around in triumph.* What's the celebration? *She asks with a smirk, and notices Ashnel approaching, fiddle case in paw.*
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