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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 28, 2007 7:23:06 GMT
OOC: Alright, I'll wait for Balder to find the recorder before RPing him/her.
BIC: *Ashnel struggles up; fighting against the dark dizziness which creeps in at the corners of his eyes, and makes him want to throw up.* I'm coming too, *He insists, aware that nearly every creature in the ward will be joining them soon.* She'll be most likely giving her name as Terragon Canopy, or p'rhaps Scrufftail or Redwood. *It was so much easier when we were dibbuns, because she didn't think Scrufftail was immature... and she has to keep dredging up the name Redwood...* Sorry, *He adds, as though feeling that the confusion over second names is his fault.*
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Post by Engel on Apr 28, 2007 13:11:57 GMT
*Balder very narrowly resists the urge to stuff his face into his paws and growl helplessly. As is, he can't help feeling his hackles lift briefly in frustrated alarm. I am not leading two head injuries on a sodding field trip around the battlegrounds looking for a probably-dead comrade. I am not doing this because the hares will kill me, skin me, and use me as a battle standard.*
No, I'm sorry, *He replies after a second, trying for his best polite-yet-firm healer voice. He wishes he could deliver it half as well as his teacher did.* I can't risk that cut on your paw opening back up and getting sand in it all over again. And I don't trust anyone with a concussion like yours to manage a crutch for a few days. Your sense of balance is bound to be shot to hades and back. *He gets his cloak off the row of pegs, fastening it around his shoulders.* If you want to help, you can stay here and keep your comrades calm. A familiar voice of authority works wonders.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 28, 2007 14:20:12 GMT
*Regen, having managed to get his boots on and somewhat laced, glances at Ashnel.* *Too bad. I'll let y' know if we find her, obviously. *He stands, takes a few steps, and makes a face. *Erg. This is as bad as a hangover while yer still drunk...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 29, 2007 8:20:55 GMT
*Ashnel nods as if to assure Balder that he agrees with him completely.* Oh, don't worry... I'll wait here, like y'said. *The squirrel forces a smile, that looks almost genuine, and sits heavily back down again.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 29, 2007 12:09:26 GMT
*Regen grins. *'Sides, y' still 'ave t' be a "voice 'o authority", anyhow. *The squirrel glances toward the door, frowning, and takes a few experimental steps toward it.*
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Post by Engel on Apr 29, 2007 13:47:24 GMT
Thank you, *he replies, audibly grateful. Dinnertime comes, you're getting food from the mess instead of hospital mush. He glances at Regen, giving a brief nod.* Why don't you get your sea legs under you -- I'll be right back. *And without another words he trots up to the head of the ward, stopping in front of the recorder and clearing his throat.* Excuse me. Is there a squirrel in the wards going by the name Terragon Canopy? Maybe using the surname Scrufftail or Redwood instead?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 29, 2007 18:04:22 GMT
OOC: Brave you for leaving Ashnel behind! He so deserves it though, as he's always trying to do everything, not get left behind and be some big-headed hero. In the nicest possible way. BIC: *The recorder, a petite hare by the name of Daisychain ( ), runs a claw down the list of names, written in her own neat paw/hand. Daisy' shakes her head, as she replies in a genuinely sorry voice and usual hare accent.* No, 'fraid not, sirrah. No Terragon Ca'h'anopy, Scrufftail or blinking Redwood, wot. * H'And you've not got h'a bally chance of finding your pal out on the jolly battlefield, the hare recorder grows serious, despite the inappropriate use of the word "jolly". No deadbeast walks, don't cha know.* Can you give a good ole d'scription, if y'please, gentlebeasts? *Daisy looks to Regen too (OOC: I assume Regen is there, if not, assume she is talking to Balder.).* Somebeast else with better eyesight 'n' blinkers might've spotted your Terragon.
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Post by Engel on Apr 29, 2007 19:04:52 GMT
*Balder pauses, humming* I . . . don't really know. She's a female squirrel. *I think they both said 'she' . . . damned ears, he thinks, brushing back the brief irritation. In the presence of the neat, polite recorder he's careful to speak well, trying to keep as subdued as possible the rougher, growling dogfox tones his voice tends to carry.* I have a few patients who are rather anxious about her.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 30, 2007 0:04:18 GMT
*Regen follows Balder, despite being insructed to stay behind, and stands behind the fox, flexing the digits on his good paw as Balder converses with the Warden.* Can you give a good ole d'scription, if y'please, gentlebeasts? *Daisy looks to Regen too.* Somebeast else with better eyesight 'n' blinkers might've spotted your Terragon. *The squirrel interrupts when Balder finishes speaking. *She's a female squirrel, reddish fur, few inches shorter 'n me.....um....I don' remember what she was wearin', though. Las' I saw 'er...she... *The squirrel trails off, trying to remember, then holds up a finger.* *Hah! She was near th' dunes, away from th' tideline. Tha' was at th' beginnin' o' the battle, though, so she's probly somewhere else now.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 30, 2007 16:05:39 GMT
*As Balder mentions that Terragon has been missed, Daisy' glances sidelong at Regen, and in a less serious situation, might have giggled. Instead, she nods sombrely to Regen.* I see. Well, I'll let you know if she's seen, Mister... *The hare pauses, trying to decide which surname seems appropriate, as she has decided that Regen is surely a relation, or perhaps the spouse of the missing squirrel.* Mister Canopy, *Daisy finishes, choosing Canopy as she feels it is the nicer of the three names.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 30, 2007 19:34:44 GMT
*Regen's jaw almost drops, but he seems to contain himself long enough to say thank you. *Uh.....thanks, ma'am, but Eale will do. Terragon's more of a ... sister ..... see. Adopted sister?......jeez, Regen, who's going off the edge now? *He looks like he's going to elaborate, but apparently decides against it, and begins planning how he's going to convince Balder to go let him look.*
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Post by Engel on May 1, 2007 0:01:36 GMT
*Balder nods, expression level.* Thank you very much, miss. *He glances at Regen, then gives a nod that indicates he should follow him, heading for the door. He doesn't want him coming along, but he's seen enough determined patients enough to know that Regen's going out whether he wants him to or not. His job now is to make sure he doesn't hurt himself worse. You could be miles further north by now, but no. You had to remind yourself of the damned life-debt. Schwachkopf.*
*He speaks over his shoulder, pacing forward as quickly as he can without losing Regen in the twisting halls of the mountain.* Why don't you describe this Terragon to me as well as you can, so I can have a better chance of spotting her.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 1, 2007 0:52:17 GMT
*Regen follows Balder, holding his injured arm in it's cast near to his chest. *Uh....red fur, a little shorter n' I am. I think 'er eyes are green, although I never looked closely enough t' tell fer sure... *The squirrel catches up with the fox, doing his best to avoid running into anybeast.
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Post by Engel on May 1, 2007 3:16:02 GMT
*Balder gets to the great front door and pushes it open, glancing out at the seashore, still strewn with bodies and broken weaponry. Alright, broken arm on top of a concussion, what's the solidest ground . . .* Why don't you take the shoreline? I'll comb the dunes.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 1, 2007 11:33:26 GMT
*Alright. *Regen heads toward the shoreline, picking his way through dead bodies. Most of them seem to be the corsairs, suggesting that more of the villagers had survived than he thought.* *The squirrel walked through the rising tide, carefully looking for a hint of a squirrel.* I wonder where their ship is?...
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