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Post by Margorr on Oct 6, 2016 23:26:20 GMT -5
(Long Patrol themed Halloween post? For sure!! I'll make a Redwall themed Autumn RP too! Thought we'd get into the spirit of the season though. I don't know what to title this I'm bad at names. Anyway, if you've got a hare, get in on this!)
Lucerne didn't often pay attention to a lot of the talk that went on in the barracks. Much of it was just bragging and bravado, especially from the younger hares. Occasionally, something they said would pique her interest.
"... and there's some sort o' spirit down there, wailin' and bangin' around. Corporal Rainier swears he saw it once. Nobeast can confirm that there is a lake under the mountain, and you'd think with all the noise the thing's supposed to be makin', we'd all know about it. I don't believe in ghosts anyway, wot."
The part about a lake sounded vaguely familiar to Lucerne. She couldn't remember if she'd read about it, or her dad had told her. Either way, curiosity got the better of her. Ghosts and a forgotten chamber of the mountain? She had to go.
Getting up from bed, she went to go find her friends. Hopefully one of them wanted to go on a ghost hunt with her.
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Post by Captain Bigwig on Oct 6, 2016 23:35:29 GMT -5
Not a great deal seemed to be going on in the great mountain of Salamandastron as of late. And idle hands often let their mind wander, perhaps a bit too much. . .
Sure, Dianthus heard about the rumors that some young bucks seemed to be spreading around. A "spirit" underground, they claimed, bright eyes glowing whenever they caught a glimpse of fear, or worse - actual belief! - in another's eyes. And who would believe that nonsense? A spirit? In an underground lake? What sort of mountain has an underground lake? (Dianthus' ignorance was caused entirely by his non-native lineage, and opinionated his head quite strongly on the matter indeed!)
Often a loner, Dianthus was lazily leaning against the wall of one of the many corridors within the mountain, nibbling slowly on a stale biscuit. How long had that thing been in his pocket, anyways?
From the corner of his eye, he spotted Lucerne, and his ears perked clumsily before he hastily shoved the puck of pastry into his pocket and waved an overeager paw. Goodness, only the morning and he was being an embarrassment! A new record, indeed.
"Well, look who it is!" he choked over his crumbs, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Up for an early morning exercise? Or, as some of our fellow solders would say, exorcise?"
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Post by Margorr on Oct 7, 2016 0:32:05 GMT -5
"You heard about it too!" Lucerne said, choosing to ignore his pun. She leaned on the wall next to him. It'd been a while since she'd been able to hang out with Dianthus, so she was glad to have his company again.
"Are you free for the day? I want to have a little adventure." She said. Suddenly nervous, Lucerne fiddled with one of the buttons on her jacket. She didn't want to feel silly if he didn't believe in any of these rumors the same way she did. Of course, he had always been a supportive friend, so there was a good chance he'd go along.
"I want to find the ghost."
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Post by Captain Bigwig on Oct 7, 2016 0:39:57 GMT -5
"Can't help hearin' about it, wot! Those ruffians are just trying to spook us all, that's what I think. Never heard of a spirit hauntin' a mountain before, have you?"
Giving her a smirk, Dianthus could hardly believe her request. Lucerne had most certainly always been the more sensible and well-behaved of the two, so for her to make such a request was. . . shocking. Still, he'd never pass up an opportunity to spend time with her, and he knew an adventure with Lucerne was sure to be fun. Not to mention, he'd love to prove all those ninnies wrong and be able to triumphantly say he'd braved the "dark depths" of the "underground lake" without finding more than a few pebbles and maybe a puddle or two.
(And maybe, if something scary happened, he could bravely scare away the offender and be the hero of the hour.)
Stepping from the wall, Dianthus bowed deeply before her, ears flopping slightly as his head bobbed.
"Why, boil my ears and call me a weasel! Nothing would delight me more than to accompany you on an old-fashioned poltergeist heist! I must say, though, I don't suspect we'll find the apparition you're wishin' for!"
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