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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 18, 2006 8:14:15 GMT
*Birchy shakes his head, a rather foolish smile on his dibbunish face. Ashnel doubles back.* I didn't say I minded you, 'Yen. But I don' want a horde of dibbuns following me around. Arven's old'r 'n' worse than the bunch o' them. Though - *He adds, looking down at Birchy.* - I think he has competition comin'.
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 3, 2006 7:23:08 GMT
Birchy hasn't done anything yet! *Ayeny protests, believing the young dibbun to be innocent of such accusations until proven guilty... and perhaps falling under the squirrel's cute charm.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 3, 2006 8:05:06 GMT
And I happen to recall you saying something at the forge meeting about not allowing dibbuns to play with knives. *Ashnel answers in a questioning tone. Birchy looks up.* Or at least, you said not your- *He pauses as Terragon gives him a triumphant look.* Hah! What? *The dark squirrel asks, frowning. The red doesn't answer, but gives him an all-knowing smirk.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 4, 2006 1:08:13 GMT
So don't give him any knives, *Ayeny replies to Ashnel, missing Terragon's look.* We're not going to the armory.
...Ashy. *She adds distantly, as an afterthought, before noticing the looks on the two larger squirrels' faces.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 4, 2006 8:59:52 GMT
*Ashnel bites his lip, and waits a moment before answering.* But don't think for a moment I'm happy about this. *Terragon chokes back a laugh.* And don't go imagining tha' this is a permenant measure, because- Terragon, will you stop laughing at me?! *The red squirrel, now unable to control herself, howls with laughter. Jupiter glances back sideways, a look of faint amusement on his striped face.* The archives. *He murmurs softly.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 4, 2006 18:00:15 GMT
*Ayeny smirks at Terragon's unconstrained laughter, though, unbeknownst to her, she does not understand it fully.* As long as everyone's 'happy' with the arrangement, can we get along to the archives?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 5, 2006 12:20:15 GMT
*In answer, Jupiter swings open a heavy door, concealed behind his vast frame and leads through into the cavernous room beyond. Books, scrolls, letters and parchment cover every available surface and shelf. Shelves lead mazes about the place, with a small army of libarian hares hurrying along - seemingly knowing where they're going.* Greetings, Mephistopheles! *The badger calls. Surprisingly, Mephistopheles is not a hare, but a wildcat (!) who glides from beneath a pile of books towards Jupiter. Almost as tall as the badger himself, the cat presents a strong figure, a blue blazor with golden buttons, black pantaloons and a trianglar hat that reminds Terragon strongly of a pirate.* Ah, 'tis ye, Lord badger. What brings ye here? *He even talks like a pirate, the red squirrel decides.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 6, 2006 7:27:02 GMT
OOC: You just love long names, don't you?
BIC: *Ayeny looks at the wildcat in shock for a moment at the instinctively unexpected and unfriendly sight. After a few moments, she quickly blanks the look, not wanting to offend him, but she remains quietly surprised. I suppose Lord Jupiter likes to keep us on our toes, she thinks wryly. Though how anyone can navigate this mess is just a wonder itself.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2006 7:55:22 GMT
OOC: I considered Ptolomy (sp?), but I didn't know how to spell it. Mephistopheles is the name of one of my cousins' cats. He looks like a pirate, and has a scratch across one eye - He should wear an eyepatch and call himself Cap'in 'Stopheles, really... *Ashnel and Terragon both smirk. Finally, the former apologies.* Sorry that we like long words/names! Birchy isn't too hard, though? BIC: Mephistopheles - I'd like you to meet a few friends of mine. *The badger continues, seemingly undisturbed by the wildcat's sea-faring look.* This is Ashnel of the Pine Groves, Terragon and Ayeny of Terralux and Birchy of the waves. *The cat nods at each in turn, and the second he looks back at Jupiter seems to forget all about them.* They wish to see any documents you may have on white squirrels. *Mephistopheles barely glances at Birchy as he gives yet another nod. An instant later, the wildcat turns on his heel in a sudden movement that makes Ashnel's paw stray to the sword hilt. But Jupiter pushes the dark squirrel forwards, and the two (Ashnel with Birchy still clinging to his paw) round the corner after the archivist.* *Terragon bounds after them, dizzy as corridor after corridor of shelves flutter past. The little white squirrel squeaks in delight as Ashnel swings him up onto his shoulder. Birchy grabs hold of the battle blade's hilt and hangs on, grinning.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 6, 2006 15:09:42 GMT
OOC: 'Tis okay. I have a bit of a love for them myself... I believe a few years ago I named a character of mine Loglimien Eirisanda Kaneilet something something something.... continue on for as long as is humanely possible. But for the most part, I called him Log.
BIC: *Ayeny watches shelf after shelf go past in amazement, having never seen so many documents and parchments. A moment later, she looks to Ashnel, and subsequently notices Birchy.*
...Now there's giving a dibbun a knife, *she says, sternly looking their way, though whether the look is directed towards Birchy or Ashnel, it is hard to say.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2006 18:02:38 GMT
*Mercifully, the next turn is the last. Mephistopheles comes to a halt as suddenly as he started and points robotically at a slim yellowing scroll. Ashnel regains his breath, enabling himself to reply to Ayeny's comment.* But it's no' like he's my responsibility, right? *Terragon looks away to disguise a smirk as Jupiter picks the scroll up. The wildcat watches with suspicious lamp-like eyes, as though daring the badger to damage his precious documents. Mephistopheles knows just about every inch of the archives by heart, and the scrolls seem to be the only thing he holds dear. His age is undeterminable, and the cat's grey fur would suggest a great number of years, but for the speed at which he ran.* *The red squirrel watches Mephistopheles from the corner of her eye, feeling an uncanny certainity that he knows she's watching... Jupiter passes the scroll to Ayeny and Ashnel. Birchy scrambles further up the latter's shoulder to take a better look.*
OOC: 'Stopheles is such a cool character!
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 13, 2006 18:59:13 GMT
*Ayeny 'hmph'-s slightly at what she considers a weak excuse from Ashnel, but says nothing, attention caught by the group's reaching their destination and the goings-on around the thin scroll. With a few glances at Mephistopholes, whose stare is undeniably interesting, she finds one end and unrolls the paper- carefully, so as not to accidentally rip it.*
OOC: Eccentric, yet... uncanny? I do like him.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 14, 2006 9:12:33 GMT
OOC: Exactly. Based on my cousins' cat.
"I be Mephistopheles the pirate!"
BIC:
*Jupiter reads aloud over Ayeny's shoulder for the benefit of the others.* "The Straltus Tribes of the Northern Ices are said to be one of the only known groups of both artic squirrels and ground squirrels. Cubs are brought up by the tribe as one, with no two particular guardians; this is claimed to make all the squirrels allied and united..." Blah, blah, blah - Not important... *The badger skips a few paragraphs.* Ah, here we are... "It is unusual to see these clans leave their homes and the only times recorded are: Summer of the Parched Land, (plague, even there *Jupiter adds.*) Autumn of the Sea Plains, that would be floods. And- *Here the parchment and ink are thin.* Somebeast - *Mephistopheles hisses.* Has spilt water on this scroll! *He nearly spits the word "water," and Ashnel, Terragon and Birchy take a step back.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Aug 14, 2006 10:12:02 GMT
*Ayeny cannot step back, as Lord Jupiter is behind her (and wouldn't it be embarrassing to walk into him?!) and she is holding the scroll in question, holding it a bit out for Mephistopholes's scrutiny. She does shrink back a little, wondering if she is inadverdently being held responsible, holding it. Things do get wet, I guess, but it's a shame it's the scroll we need that did.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 14, 2006 18:07:07 GMT
Mephistopheles. *Jupiter begins, but doesn't go any further as the wildcat glares at him before slinking off to sulk in a dignified way somewhere in the maze of books.* That'll be the last we'll see of him for some time. *The badger lord sighs.* Though I think we can risk taking the scroll outside now. *Ashnel watches Mephistopheles stalk off in vague amazement until Birchy tugs on his paw.* C'mon, Ashy! We're going fer a picnic outside!
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