Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Oct 8, 2008 21:28:29 GMT
I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark....
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Worse than Ghosts
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"Stupid rats."
A chill is in the evening air as dark comes early. The woods are empty, the only creature in them being a tall, irritated-looking ferret and an equally annoyed weasel. The weasel is holding a lantern, which he holds up to a signpost. At one point it seems to have pointed the way to Terralux, "Forte tis directshun", but currently it is turned in what any resident of the 'forte' would know to be the wrong 'directshun.' The ferret speaks again, his dark eyes blazing with annoyance.
"The oldest trick in the book and there's nothing I - we - can do about it!"
He speaks with a faint Italian accent. The weasel, a dark hood concealing his features, shrugs slightly. He appears to be nearing the edge of his patience..no suprise. The ferret holds himself with extreme arrogance and seems to be some kind of courtier or aristocrat. This particular weasel is not known for his patience with such types.
"I live in the fort. I don't need the sign."
His voice is cold..definitely annoyed. The ferret huffs out a breath, which hangs on the chill air for a second before fading away again. His voice, when he speaks again, rings through the dark woods with assurance.
"Fine then..take us there!"
The two move off, the ferret muttering to himself in front and the weasel behind, fiddling thoughtfully with the hilt of his long sword.
"Damnit."
Citadel Clearing is empty as usual, and Regen has forgotten to bring a lantern as usual. Usually this wouldn't annoy the golden squirrel too much, but on this particular night...he is jumping at shadows, the sliver of moon in the sky barely lighting his way. A paw clutching his sword hilt, Regen stares up at the far-off object, mumbling nervously.
"Must'a taken a wrong turn..terrible luck..where's my hat."
"Aha."
He reaches down and collects it off the ground, smashes the wide-brimmed hat down on his head, and stares about at the pagan statues that surround him. After giving the fox god Mars a suspicious glare, Regen rattles his sword in the sheath to comfort himself and stomps along, ignoring the leaves that blow down in his face.
He stops short just before walking into the woods, realizing that he's managed to lose the path - and he comes here all the time! How could he forget where the thin trail that goes down to Eale's Nest is? And what was Lonas going to say if he ever heard about it? Regen sighs, yanks his hat off his head again, and sits sulkily on the base of an unknown statue.
"My luck. Nearly All Hallow's Eve an' I can't find my way home. An' I'm not even very drunk. Heav'n knows that stupid swill Lonas told about th' ferret w' no head is goin' through my mind again. Now's such a great time t' get superstitious.."
Something hoots in the trees. Regen turns a fiercely angry eye on it, curses again, and goes back to mumbling to himself - this time in Spanish. Eventually he falls silent, looking somewhat nervously into the woods.
The squirrel sucks in a breath, seeing something move out there..a tall shape, all black. Regen can't tell what it is, but that doesn't stop him from standing and putting a paw to his blade. Trying not to sound like he's ready to run, he sucks in a breath and inquires fiercely, "You!"
...but can't think of anything else to say. Regen falls silent, watching the shape approach, and sighs in relief as the beast holds up a lantern.
"Rippla."
The weasel shoves his hood off his head, a slight smile on his face as the light falls over the golden squirrel. He turns his dark eyes behind to where the ferret can be seen, stumbling along with a very annoyed glare on his face. Regen frowns at him, identifying his black clothing and hood immediately.
"A monk? Who's this?"
Rippla interrupts the ferret's reply unhurriedly, just barely rolling his eyes.
"He says his name's 'Father' Peter. I believe he wants to stay in the Fort for a while."
The ferret is distracted by the statues around him and says nothing, instead spearing Regen with a glare that somehow leaves the squirrel feeling a bit guilty. Regen glances at the monk, clears his throat, and gestures out toward the trees.
"Well, I'd offer t' take ye there, but.."
He trails off, embarrassed. Rippla smirks slightly. The Father ignores them both, having gone suspiciously up to one of the statues to read the nameplate. Regen tucks his cape around him, trying to hide the Spanish cut of his clothes, and glances at the trees. A quick excuse comes to mind, and Regen blurts it out.
"I'm waitin' for someone."
"Mm." Rippla doesn't comment otherwise.
The ferret, however, does (although on a different subject.) He turns to Regen and declares, indignant, "You are pagans!"
"Uh, no..not 'xactly.." Regen backs away, speaking in a low mumble to cover his accent. A shape in the woods catches his eye, and although Regen has a dancing image of a ferret carrying a head in his mind's eye, he waves a paw..his right..toward the shape.
"You there! Over here!"
He could swear that Rippla had brought the monk into this clearing on purpose..and now Regen was going to have to persuade this Dominican that the fort wasn't a den of pagans and/or heretics. Great, since that was a nearly total lie. All he needed to complete the picture was for that gypsy fox, Romula, to turn up..
He almost wished it had been a headless ferret.
OOC: Inquisition, yo.
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark....
________________________________________
Worse than Ghosts
________________________________________
"Stupid rats."
A chill is in the evening air as dark comes early. The woods are empty, the only creature in them being a tall, irritated-looking ferret and an equally annoyed weasel. The weasel is holding a lantern, which he holds up to a signpost. At one point it seems to have pointed the way to Terralux, "Forte tis directshun", but currently it is turned in what any resident of the 'forte' would know to be the wrong 'directshun.' The ferret speaks again, his dark eyes blazing with annoyance.
"The oldest trick in the book and there's nothing I - we - can do about it!"
He speaks with a faint Italian accent. The weasel, a dark hood concealing his features, shrugs slightly. He appears to be nearing the edge of his patience..no suprise. The ferret holds himself with extreme arrogance and seems to be some kind of courtier or aristocrat. This particular weasel is not known for his patience with such types.
"I live in the fort. I don't need the sign."
His voice is cold..definitely annoyed. The ferret huffs out a breath, which hangs on the chill air for a second before fading away again. His voice, when he speaks again, rings through the dark woods with assurance.
"Fine then..take us there!"
The two move off, the ferret muttering to himself in front and the weasel behind, fiddling thoughtfully with the hilt of his long sword.
"Damnit."
Citadel Clearing is empty as usual, and Regen has forgotten to bring a lantern as usual. Usually this wouldn't annoy the golden squirrel too much, but on this particular night...he is jumping at shadows, the sliver of moon in the sky barely lighting his way. A paw clutching his sword hilt, Regen stares up at the far-off object, mumbling nervously.
"Must'a taken a wrong turn..terrible luck..where's my hat."
"Aha."
He reaches down and collects it off the ground, smashes the wide-brimmed hat down on his head, and stares about at the pagan statues that surround him. After giving the fox god Mars a suspicious glare, Regen rattles his sword in the sheath to comfort himself and stomps along, ignoring the leaves that blow down in his face.
He stops short just before walking into the woods, realizing that he's managed to lose the path - and he comes here all the time! How could he forget where the thin trail that goes down to Eale's Nest is? And what was Lonas going to say if he ever heard about it? Regen sighs, yanks his hat off his head again, and sits sulkily on the base of an unknown statue.
"My luck. Nearly All Hallow's Eve an' I can't find my way home. An' I'm not even very drunk. Heav'n knows that stupid swill Lonas told about th' ferret w' no head is goin' through my mind again. Now's such a great time t' get superstitious.."
Something hoots in the trees. Regen turns a fiercely angry eye on it, curses again, and goes back to mumbling to himself - this time in Spanish. Eventually he falls silent, looking somewhat nervously into the woods.
The squirrel sucks in a breath, seeing something move out there..a tall shape, all black. Regen can't tell what it is, but that doesn't stop him from standing and putting a paw to his blade. Trying not to sound like he's ready to run, he sucks in a breath and inquires fiercely, "You!"
...but can't think of anything else to say. Regen falls silent, watching the shape approach, and sighs in relief as the beast holds up a lantern.
"Rippla."
The weasel shoves his hood off his head, a slight smile on his face as the light falls over the golden squirrel. He turns his dark eyes behind to where the ferret can be seen, stumbling along with a very annoyed glare on his face. Regen frowns at him, identifying his black clothing and hood immediately.
"A monk? Who's this?"
Rippla interrupts the ferret's reply unhurriedly, just barely rolling his eyes.
"He says his name's 'Father' Peter. I believe he wants to stay in the Fort for a while."
The ferret is distracted by the statues around him and says nothing, instead spearing Regen with a glare that somehow leaves the squirrel feeling a bit guilty. Regen glances at the monk, clears his throat, and gestures out toward the trees.
"Well, I'd offer t' take ye there, but.."
He trails off, embarrassed. Rippla smirks slightly. The Father ignores them both, having gone suspiciously up to one of the statues to read the nameplate. Regen tucks his cape around him, trying to hide the Spanish cut of his clothes, and glances at the trees. A quick excuse comes to mind, and Regen blurts it out.
"I'm waitin' for someone."
"Mm." Rippla doesn't comment otherwise.
The ferret, however, does (although on a different subject.) He turns to Regen and declares, indignant, "You are pagans!"
"Uh, no..not 'xactly.." Regen backs away, speaking in a low mumble to cover his accent. A shape in the woods catches his eye, and although Regen has a dancing image of a ferret carrying a head in his mind's eye, he waves a paw..his right..toward the shape.
"You there! Over here!"
He could swear that Rippla had brought the monk into this clearing on purpose..and now Regen was going to have to persuade this Dominican that the fort wasn't a den of pagans and/or heretics. Great, since that was a nearly total lie. All he needed to complete the picture was for that gypsy fox, Romula, to turn up..
He almost wished it had been a headless ferret.
OOC: Inquisition, yo.