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Post by ginger on Mar 19, 2016 10:24:11 GMT -5
Her ears fidget a little and she huffs; she knew this act all too well. Yet, she decided to play along.
"Well...I suppose no one would miss a pastie or two..." She said, trying to act naive.
"What're you doing around these parts? You don't happen to be associated with the cat himself?"
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Post by ginger on Mar 19, 2016 10:33:36 GMT -5
((that was so bad sorry))
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 19, 2016 11:02:19 GMT -5
((I don't see how :3 your fine XD))
The fox grins, tail wagging feircely behind him. "Any generosity would be accepted, of course...a few pastries wont last very long on a three day trip. M-might even take a week to get where I am going!" he says greedily.
To the other question he laughs. Paws on his hips he replies, "Me? Work for a horde? Perish the thought. I am my own fox. I come and go as I please, free as the wind." he then coughs into one paw, "Plus horde life would eat me alive."
Looking to the east the fox thinks for a moment, free as he pleases to go anywhere, but constrained by time to stay...
"Perhaps we can continue this conversation as we go? I would hate to be here when who ever laid this trap returns..."
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Post by ginger on Mar 19, 2016 11:53:59 GMT -5
"Alright, sounds good."
She starts walking off towards the Abbey.
"Where have your travels taken you so far? Where did you come from?"
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 19, 2016 12:36:19 GMT -5
"Oh! The places I've been and the things I have seen. Do you like lizards? I came across this village once where they had a very unique little way of welcoming you to the tribe with song and dance..." he pauses, then turns and walks towards the woodpidgeon staked to a tree. "Waste not, want not." the fox beams as he slings the dead bird over his shoulder. "No where was I?"
The fox begins as he begins to move away from the small clearing.
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Post by ginger on Mar 19, 2016 13:06:43 GMT -5
"How can you beasts eat birds like that? The only meat I'll ever eat is the occasional fish." Ginger said, walking along side the fox.
After a little while, the two came across the large sandstone walls that was Redwall Abbey.
"Here, wait outside for a while. I'l get you a little pack of provisions."
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 19, 2016 13:59:30 GMT -5
The fox looks shocked, "Only fish? My poor gal, you have yet to taste the joy of Fowl. A little salt, a little pepper and some garlic this bird can be..." and the hare was subjected to all mannor of foxy cuisine, whether she wanted to hear it or not, all the way to redwall.
He pauses to stare at the... "Abbey?! That is an abbey?" he gasps at the fortress. "Ok then." he says simply then waves the hare off. "I'll stay here and out of trouble." Baro cross's his arms and leans against a tree.
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Meanwhile....
The beast stared at the empty tree, picking up the cut rope of the snare. The beast grits its teeth then drops the rob before adjusting the leather hide jacket about its shoulders. With a soft growl the beast heads out, following the trail of the fox and hare...
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Post by ginger on Mar 19, 2016 16:54:01 GMT -5
"Alright. You wait outside while I go in and pack you some provisions."
With that, Ginger opened the main gate and went inside.
She made her way down to the kitchens, smiling at the goodbeasts that had taken her into their home. Walking through cavern hole, she came across a small group of dibbuns, who immediately started squealing when they saw her, yelling "Gingy, Gingy! Come play wit us!" but she turned them down to go into the kitchens.
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 20, 2016 19:28:51 GMT -5
Even inbetween meal times the kitchen is a source of hurried activity as beasts either cooking meals or cleaning up after the fact. Today beasts also seem to be counting the inventory, making sure they have enough provisions to actually last a seige...if it came to it.
A pair of small mice walk into the kitchen from the cellar, both are dressed in simple tunics for working although neither appear like they have seen much laborous work. One mouse, a very skinny grey mouse with ruffled gangly fur, struggles to keep a long scroll from wrapping about himself.
The other goes about going the burdomsome task of eating an apple. The brown furred beast pauses to pick up an onion that rolled away from a cutting table, large generous belly falling to his knees as he leans over to pick up the escaping veggie and place it back on the table.
The heavy set beast waves to the hare as he catches sight of her, "Morning lass, are you here to work or here for a early lunch?"
"Lunch?! LUNCH!?" the grey furred mouse almost shrieks, he manages to peek through his layer of paper work to see the hare and gasp. "A hare?! No no no! Out! Out with you! We just got done counting the carrots! I will not have a hare gobbling them up and messing with the count! Shoo! Shoo!"
The brown mouse rolls his eyes, as does the hare cook in the distance.
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Post by ginger on Mar 20, 2016 19:59:58 GMT -5
Ginger chuckles a little and holds her paws up infront of her.
"What, me? Steal food from Redwall Abbey? Just because I'm a hare? Now, my friend isn't that rather discriminatory? We all know that I would never steal food, despite my species. I wouldn't be this skinny if I was gobbling down everything in sight now would I?"
She flashed a grin towards the two mice. She was starting to think that if this doesn't work, she could send someone else in for her.
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 20, 2016 20:41:34 GMT -5
Before the grey mouse can reply the heavier set beast places a paw on his shoulder, "Please excuse Oatis, he has had a bit of a stressfull day taking count of the provisions and is acting a little unbecoming of a Redwall beast, now arn't you Oaty?" this last part comes out quite bluntly.
The gry furred mouse wags a finger at the brown mouse, "Stressed? STRESSED? Why would I be stressed? We only have a horde coming to knock on our door, bringing all mannor of scoundrals and vermin! Weasels, rats, and f-f-fo..." the mouse stammers until he blurts out. "/vulpines/."
"Yes. Yes, why don't you go sit down and take a load off eh? Drink some wine, eat wome pie..."
"Like there will be any left when /you/ get to it." Oatis scowls, "I can't rest now, so much to do, so little time..."
Rolling his eyes the fat mouse extends a paw towards the hare, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Barley. This is my brother Oatis. Did you need help with anything?" he says as he takes a bite of an apple.
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Post by ginger on Mar 20, 2016 21:37:45 GMT -5
Ginger shakes paws with Barley.
"Pleased to meet you too, friend. Ginger Westbrook at your service. I don't think I'll need any help with anything in particular. I was thinking about scouting out the woods and see if the horde your brother was talking about had gotten any closer; I would be gone for at least a day and wanted to pack a bag of provisions. That is unless, your brother has a problem with that. In that case, I would gladly find some food somewhere else."
Ginger flashed her new mouse friend a toothy grin.
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 20, 2016 22:22:38 GMT -5
Oatis shoots his brother a look, "And here she said she wasn't gobbling up our food..."
"Oh be quiet," Barley waves Oatis off. "Sure lass ye are fine to take as much as you want. Take two take three!" he pauses to think about who he is talking too. "That's standard sized portions, not hare sized...right?"
"Sure, why not, take the whole bleedin cellar. I'll just toss three hours of work down the drain and..." crossing his arms Oatis pauses then turns to the hare. "What did you say you would be using these provisions for?" his tone becomes worried, "Scouting? Are you mad!?"
The grey mouse begins to peace as he waves a finger in the air, "The woods are dangerous! They are filled with horrible things like...like snakes! And and and c-cats! And eagles and f-f-f-f..." he swollows, "Those bush tailed monsters that must not be named! You will be eaten up and devoured for sure!" the mouse waves his paws in the air.
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Post by ginger on Mar 21, 2016 4:56:36 GMT -5
Ginger laughed.
"Just because I'm not in the Long Patrol that doesn't mean I don't know how to defend myself. I'll have my lance with me and I'll be as quiet as can be. And of course, standard sized portions are a must. I can't weight myself down with all the food in Redwall can I?"
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Post by coolcoyote on Mar 21, 2016 9:02:10 GMT -5
"And what's wrong with weighing yourself down with Redwall food?" Barly chuckles as both paws rest on thwe sides of his fleshy gut. "Sure, take what you need."
Oatis grinds his teeth but in the end conceeds defeat. If the hare wants to toss her life into danger that was her business. "Ffffine. Just promise you will be ok lass. And what out for vulpines. They are the sneakiest of creatures and the most vicious, cold blooded scoundrals one can run across...
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Out side Baro hoisted the woodpidgeon high into the air. He stared at it for the longest time.
"I have no idea how to cook this thing..."
He sighs, looking back to the great walled abbey in the distance. He admits a certain sense of morbid curriosity to go inside. He has heard...rumors. Legends of legends...while passing through taverns and gambling dens about a fabled red walled abbey.
Nost of the details were lost due to copious amounts of ale running through his viens at the time but he remembers hearing tales of a vermin death trap in the middle of mossflower woods. A place that ate up horde armies, decorating the ramparts in the hides of their victims and painting the walls red with the blood of vermin warriors.
Baro wonders if this really is the same abbey. Unless they were taking the hides of vermin warriors to the cleaners today the stories he heard were probibly not true.
Then again they did stem from defeated vermin warriors. Baro imagines that such beasts would rather not like their reputation varnished by their defeat at the hands of pacifists...
As the fox continues to watch the gates he catches sight of two vermin appearing from the roadway. Both weasels of a scraggly sort.
Baro's fur bristls on end, "No...how did...they cant be THAT close..."
The fox watches as the weasels are decended upon by no less than four guards armed with spears. There is a brief conversation, a paper with a picture is flashed by the lead weasel.
Shaking his head the otter guard then turns the vermin away and they depart back the way they came.
Baro relaxes, a smile on his lips, "Seems there are places even you cant get to laddie..."
Still, Baro was in danger here. His plan to milk the hare for any assistance she could give could prove...fatal. But maybe there was another way she could help. After all, a good scout knows the land they work in...
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bye!
