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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 0:04:10 GMT -5
((Mostly for me and Skiv, to alleviate boredom. If you know Brian Jaques's Redwall series, ask for an invite in a PM or on AIM. If you haven't read the books, you'd prolly be lost.
I love these books. They're so verbose and kinda soppy and there's a very sharp line between good and evil, but I've read them for years, so. Werr.
Who knows when this takes place. Say... the gap twixt Salamandastron and Redwall?))
Sunlight leaked down into the thick pine forest from above, lighting the stretch of dirt road that wound through it. Dandelions drooped in the heat, and the only thing that stirred the dust was a small, coppery-orange fox.
It was a young fox, a vixen. The bag on her back and her thick brass earrings jingled slightly as she walked, adding percussion to the tune she was whistling. Though her easy, stumbling stride gave her a distracted air, her sharp gold eyes darted, observing everything around her.
At one point, she stopped and dug in her bag, making it rattle further. She extracted a stained map and collapsed onto a boulder on the side of the room. Turning it various ways, she muttered.
"Bloody otters don't know where anything is except the rivers, couldn't find their own tails without directions and a compass... bloody map."
She found a satisfactory 'north' and traced the line of the path with her paw. To the north a small square had been drawn in and labeled "R.Wall" in crabbed writing.
"Ah-ha." She nodded to herself and folded the map back up. With more clanking, she took a bottle out of her bag and took a sip of it, splashing some on her head while looking down the way she had came.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 0:26:18 GMT -5
Sylvia Bittirull was a hare, she was small, she was a bit touched in the head, and she was lost. Sylvia was quite small for a hare, about half the size of others of her kind, but didn't let that stop her from being quite visious at times, and very enthusiastic about almost anything.
From the footpaws up she was dressed in worn and sometimes patched clothing made from bright fabrics, all but dripping shiny bits of anything she could get sewn on them. Chains, sparkily rocks, beads, discarded jewelry, bits of metal, strings buttons and anything else.
She wore bright green pants, with a faitly scaley pattern, and a long, black jacket type article of clothing over them. It was closed from the neck to the waist, then opened up to show off her stunning pants. She had a bright orange bandana on, that had holes cut in it so she could poke her ears through. She had copper hoops and gemstone studs up each ear and all kinds of metal bangles on each wrist.
Her eyes were a michivious green color, and her fur was a very light brown, constant over her hole body. Her tail was currently bright blue, but that didn't seem to bother her. In her belt was thrust spoons of all kinds, shapes, sizes and makes, and off it hung pouches of all colors.
She wore chains on her ankles, and carried a midsized black patchy bag in one paw, as she walked through the woodlands with a swaggering walk.
Until she tripped over a rock that is.
"FIE UPON YOU SAH!!" She yelled at the rock. "Offending stone, how dare you slow my progress as I make my way eastward!! Or was it westward? Now look what you've done! You've made me go and forget which way I was going! Bloody pebble..." She muttered, picking herself up off the ground. "Now which way did they say that path was?..."
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 0:36:35 GMT -5
The fox's head snapped up at the screams, and she splashed water into her face. Her name was Britta Mokadi, but she spent so much time alone that she didn't often need to use it. She had left the otters a week ago and hadn't seen a creature in the Mossflower woodlands since.
The creature in the distance was a small hare dressed like... a clown was it? It was apparently yelling at the ground, and didn't seem to be winning.
Britta cleared her throat and stood up.
"Are you all right, there?"
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 0:41:47 GMT -5
Sylvia spun around at the sound of a voice, over shot, ended up facing the way she started, turned a bit more slowly and faced the person talking at her.
" 'kai there!" She called, waving cheerily, which really made no sense, since she said "Here there!" but that didn't matter to her. She looked the fox over and decided that she wasn't going to kill her, eat her, or take her shinies, so it was worth talking too.
She bounded over, hugged the fox and asked "Wa's yer name?"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 0:44:57 GMT -5
Britta recoiled so far that she fell off the rock into the dust of the road. The hare looked a bit mad. Most creatures didn't have their eyes that far open and shiny, or did they sport so many polished bits of metal.
She got up and snatched her bag to her chest and stared at the little hare.
"Is the heat getting to you?" she demanded, still staring.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 0:49:03 GMT -5
"Heat?" Sylvia questioned innocently. "Hardly, I find it's quite a pleasant degree, do you think it's hot? There's some lovely shade over here if you do." She chattered on, pulling the fox under a tree. "You never said your name, where are you going? Do you live around here, or are you traveling, I like your bag, what's it's name? Would you like something to eat?" She beamed up at the fox, obviously awaiting an answer.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 0:53:09 GMT -5
Britta only let herself be pulled to the tree because her mind was still reeling. Her mind struggled for a purchase in the spate of babble.
"I... it's the hottest month of the year... my name is Britta Mokadi... I'm travelling to Redwall Abbey, my bag has no name. I'm not hungry, thank you."
She continued to stare but had to blink. She wondered how it was possible for one to hold their eyes open like that for so long. It made hers water in sympathy.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 0:58:50 GMT -5
Sylvia bounced slightly in place before replying "Britta Mokadi is a really nice nav, name, I'm going to Redwall too, I was hoping to get a spoon and maybe a nice meal or three, it's really a shame about your goonna, bag that is, I think that most anything deserves a name, if it's served its perpose well, sure you're not hungry? I've got oatcakes and all that rot!" She said, scarcly pausing for breath.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 1:01:48 GMT -5
"Eheh. Heh. That's... nice. You looked... lost."
She glanced down at her bag.
"It holds my instruments and things... I never thought to name it. Does your bag have a name?"
She asked the question a little tentatively, like she was afraid of the answer.
"And... oatcakes... if you insist." Maybe she could convince the hare to eat one and stop talking for a minute.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 1:05:58 GMT -5
Sylvia gave the fox a scandled look, "Of course he has a name! He's only the best bag ever! His name is Kepsi!" Which didn't make much sense either, as 'Kepsi' means 'basket' and her bag was clearly made from leather pieces. She began digging through her bag in search of her foodpack, and found it, but not before producing three spoons, two small, bronze discs, some scraps of parchment, what appeared to be a crooked quill, some candied chestnuts, and a whithered primrose. She held the bag out happily, after taking an oatcake for herself.
"That's all I have left, I'm hoping to reach the Abbey soon, do you know where it is?" She said, before scarfing her cake.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 1:11:37 GMT -5
"Do you have a... spoon... fixation?" Britta asked slowly. "And... name? Well, seeing as your bag does, you probably do." She blinked. Her day had been making sense up until a few minutes ago.
She took an oatcake and nibbled on it. It tasted almost exactly like sawdust. She held it as politely as she could in her paw.
"I have a map, but it's not very good. I think we're a few hours away."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 14:22:19 GMT -5
"Of course I have a blinkin' name!" She said, thrusting out a paw. "Sylvia Bittirull, at ya service! As the name implies, yes, I have a bit of a fetish for rulls,, spoons that is. Would you mind horribly if I took a quite eye to that map of yours ol' chap?"
She stared politely at Britta.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 16:43:58 GMT -5
"Of course." She dug in her bag and came out with a slightly ripped map. "So far, almost all that's been right on it is the streams and the fords."
She tossed into the hare's lap and pulled out a piece of what looked like a tin pipe with a few holes in it. Britta frowned down the length of it, like she was sighting an arrow, and sighed.
"Looks like a few dents. Hope someone at the Abbey's got a hammer," she muttered.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 16:53:27 GMT -5
Sylvia's ears perked up, "Hammer? I've got a hammer!" She said brightly, before diving back into her bag. A few random items later, and she produced a rather small hammer, about the size of a carrot. She held it out to Britta with a smile.
"Hope that can do something for your pretty music-shiny wot wot." She said, taking the map.
"Lovely map I'm sure, makes no sense though." She said, after examening the map closely, upside down.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 16:59:13 GMT -5
"It says... north... the other way." She smiled at the hare. No wonder she'd been wandering around like that.
"Do you always carry around hammers like that? This won't be any good until I find a forge, though, thank you." Britta carefully handed it back and stood up, stretching. The shadows were getting longer. "I should get going, if I want to get there by nightfall."
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!