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Post by Yves on Feb 27, 2009 18:53:13 GMT -5
((I know  School is evil)) The rock bounced off Maximillian's foot as though he were a statue. Utterly self-possessed, he was stony-faced, sword between his legs, brow furrowed. His own personal desires or fears were irrelevant. If he could, through any deception, argument, or sacrifice, free Fieuline, then it was a worthy course of action. As such, he forced himself to look the otter in the eye with a serious, respectful mien. Whatever hatred burnt within him, he buried. Whatever blood he might have yearned for, he ignored. Whatever fear might have tormented him, he overcame. For the sake of Fieuline, he had to appear to respect this otter. "Listen, otter. I realize that you're in a position to kill the lot of us. That's not something any of us are going to argue, especially when time is too precious for petty squabling. What any intelligent person would question, however, is why? Such would be a gross waste of blood, and you can't think that the three of us wouldn't manage to take at least one of you before it was over. Why risk that, espescially when time is so precious for the maid? "Perhaps you don't understand her position. Allow me to put it as simply as I possibly can. She is unconscious. She has an open wound, cauterized on one side and festering on the other. If I am not allowed to find fresh water suitable for sanitizing the wound, as well as time and space to finish with what medical procedures are necessary at this point, she will die. In short, good sir, you have a choice--that is, the choice between certain death, and possible life for a young, and innocent creature." As he stared into the otter's fiery eyes, Maximillian slowly turned his blade in the sand, a silver, shimmering crescent in his hand. It was contained, still, but still full of energy, ready to strike the first time its master chose to call on her. |
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 27, 2009 20:08:00 GMT -5
Blade gave a sideways glance at Maple as if to say "What do you think yer' doin' ". He slammed his javelin into the sand and snatched the staff away in a childish manner tossing it to the sand at her feet as if it was irritating him. "You didn't even say Hello! My name is-!" he shouted snatching his javelin back out of the sand giving her a how rude glare before turning to Maximillian.
"She will be tended to...." Blade said returning Maximillian stare. "But not by yor' paws..." he said as a set of an otter's paws took Fieuline into the mass of otters. "If your so concerned about the little miss you wont mind if me' mates tend to her..." he finished with a grin making it clear that Maximillian was not to have his way.
"Good ta' meet ya' Sam..." he said keeping an eye on Maximillian. " Any friend of Redwall is a friend of the Skipper's Im sure...You can assist me' mates, heal her aye?" He said looking at Sam testing if he really was dedicated to help the little mousemaid. "I would suggest ya' come to tha' holt...You'll find a lot of trained beast that can help her out...best in these parts i'll guarantee. You'll also find food and shelter for as long as ye keep yer peace...That goes for all here..."
((Yes yes...short I know...))
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Post by Sam Gideon on Feb 27, 2009 21:17:30 GMT -5
"Good ta' meet ya' Sam..." he said keeping an eye on Maximillian. " Any friend of Redwall is a friend of the Skipper's Im sure...You can assist me' mates, heal her aye?" He said looking at Sam testing if he really was dedicated to help the little mousemaid. "I would suggest ya' come to tha' holt...You'll find a lot of trained beast that can help her out...best in these parts i'll guarantee. You'll also find food and shelter for as long as ye keep yer peace...That goes for all here..." "I certainly can help you and your friends heal her. The nurses at Redwall taught me how to heal to a certain degree as part of my education. Granted, I'm not an expert on it so there's only so much that is possible for me to do. It'd probablly be in the best interest of her if you could find out what's wrong with her and what herb will heal her. I'm going to do some research in the herblore books that I have in my pack so that I can know what's going on and how to help her. Thank you for your offer of food and shelter." Replied Sam as he went to go help Blade's mates. Sam was excited to help this mousemaid. He honestly didn't care whether or not she liked him because he knew that this was a good, honest, and decent thing to do; he was certain that the abbot would have approved of him doing it. Somehow Sam had a deep, inner, conjecture that the rat and the mousemaid knew each other or had worked with one another. If that was the case the question posed in his mind "What plans had they conspired during their time?" If they were cruel beasts then they'd have to watch their back, because Sam just couldn't let any more beasts get injured than is possible. He knew that it just wasn't right for the rat to get off scot-free but he also knew that there was nothing he could do to prevent it. So...... why complain? He'd just let life play its role out and make sure that he'd do the best job he could to prevent the loss of life in any circumstance. Sam had definitely learned from this experience that he was not the ultimate judge in who deserves to live or die. That was fate's job. |
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Post by Wildrun on Feb 28, 2009 10:20:22 GMT -5
"Hello," spat a strained, seething voice of a mousemaid, "My name is Mapel Wildrun. And who do you think you are?"
When the otter's eyes went to bore holes into Maximillian, Mapel's eyes darted down to the staff that had been her only defense mechanism. She could see it in her mind, a way to kick at the staff and have it spin upwards so she could grab it. Why, oh why, hadn't she paid more attention to Oaklea's rants about losing a weapon? Because I never thought I'd actually have a weapon to lose. It's not even a weapon, it's my walking staff! Confound it...!
She could just bend down to scoop it up, couldn't she? No one's eyes were on her. Sam was talking to the otter, the otter was glaring at Max, Max was galring back, and hopefully the rest of the otter crew wasn't paying her any mind. She bent carefully, keeping one eye on the creatures around her, pawing through hte sand for the staff...
As her paw closed around it and she breathed a small sigh of relief, a sudden thought struck her. Maximillian wasn't likely to be happy that Feuline had been taken from him. Apparently no one wanted any more blood--ha, she knew better than to completely believe that--but what would happen if--?
"Thank you for you offer of hospitality," Mapel said as she straightened up, keeping her tone level and diplomatic, "We would be very pleased to go with you to your holt. By we, of course, I mean myself, Mister Sam, and Mister--" again a paw wave, lacking a name for Max, "--we all accept your invitation. We will not put up any fight, I assure you--we're all goodbeasts of good intentions, right?--so long as would you please return the rights of watching the maid to us." She attempted a disarming smile. "That sounds fair, doesn't it? You're in charge, of course, but if her custody can be turned back over to him...?"
She shot Max a look out of the corner of her eye, as if to say, Please don't make this hard for me to pull off.
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Post by Yves on Mar 1, 2009 21:32:27 GMT -5
A million images burned in Maximillian's mind, as the otter shot him a grin that might as well have been a sword-thrust. He saw the grinning head contort with a sweet-tasting agony, before it dissolved, smashed to mere pulp against a rock. He saw the otter, as he really had seen so many others, impaled on his even then twitching blade, burning until the fiend was little more than smoke and ash. He saw ever inch of fur torn, every organ cut, every eye gouged, every appendage ripped from its socket. He saw these, and a thousand other deaths, in mere seconds, all muddled together in one delightfully painful maelstrom of anger, and hatred. At that moment, he hated Blade like a bee hates the bear, as it kills itself merely to pain the enemy. But, while the rat murdered in his heart, his brain was working, and it did not like what it saw. The band of otters, armed to the teeth, as excited and belligerent as hunting dogs holding their quarry under the feet of their swaggering master, would have killed him in an instant, with extreme pleasure. There was no getting around them, no way to sink the steel in the rat's hand through the bastard's throbbing heart. What was more, if he tried, even if he somehow succeeded, it would mark the end of his life, and that life was no longer his to spend. He had found, once again, a person, an object of affection, to cling onto, and as such, his life was now hers. If he ever wanted to prove useful to her, he would have to live long enough to see her again. So, ironically, considering she probably would have seen the otter dead if she was alive, Fieuline rendered Blade's safety complete, and would continue to do so until she either died, or awoke. In the mean time, Maximillian looked on silently, face rigid, lip taught, tail quite erect behind him, but nevertheless, complacent. He would submit. ((sorry for the short post. There's just not alot I can do if I want to let Blade respond to Mapel ^^;  ) |
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 1, 2009 23:04:13 GMT -5
"My name is Blade Steelpaw...Right-paw and First mate to the Skipper of Sea Otters..." he said with a salute.
He gave Mapel a friendly. "Sorry 'iffen I seemed a bit harsh with yer staff...Ya' have to realize though...It can be a bit challenge getting a beast to cooperate with us and ta' let them know we don't mean to hurt ye....when a beast threatens meh' with a' walkin' staff and attempts to use it as a weapon...Well...you get tha'...General Idea..." he turned his attention to Maximillian and motions at his footpaw. "Sorry about yer footpaw..." he said suddenly seeming to calm down from his battle rage. "Twas just trying to make a point who's land yer own...No hard feelins'?" he said offering a paw, looking him directly in the eyes trying to make another point that he was just trying to keep the situation in his control.
"Skipper will enjoy such interesting company I can assure you..." said Blade to Sam. "Perhaps some of the Beast there...even Undertaker might show ye' a few things about mending a beast...." he said.
He motioned the group to follow him as he walked in the direction of the Holt.
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Post by Sam Gideon on Mar 4, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
Sam thought for a few moments. "I'm an assasin, should I really be helping these otters? I want to get this rat somehow, because he's definitely a no-good-nick. But how can I get him with all these witnesses around? Shoot! If I did get him, they'd catch on fast enough and figure out who did it in a split second, so it's a lose-lose situation either way. I might as well just go along and pretend like I hold no qualms against anyone for the time being. But when we're alone.....oh I will so enjoy that moment!" Sam thought while monologuing silently and musing over his ideas. Then he responded to the otter as if he had just been pondering whether or not he should go on a picnic with a group of friends. "Sure, I'd love to go there, and maybe I can help cook with dinner too! I know how to make a flippin good cherry pie!!" Then Sam's voice decreased, almost to a monotone and said "I'm sorry about the mousemaid though, and I'll do my best to heal her. I'm not sure if I am skilled enough in my abilities to undertake the task." Replied Sam Gideon with some serious thought on the issue. Because he wondered "What if I'm not good enough to heal her, and I make a mistake? I could accidentally kill her!!" |
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Post by Wildrun on Mar 8, 2009 13:05:37 GMT -5
Don't relax. Not yet. Despite her inability to handle any kind of carnage or the fact that at the moment, her emotions were not stable in the slightest, Mapel was no fool. Malintent radiated from Max, detectable to anyone who was familiar with the look of constrained obeyance plastered on the rat's face. The Skipper would be hospitable and maybe even friendly to them, surely, if his second-in-command could be now. Sam was willing to lend a paw to caring for Fieuline, so that really only left the injured mousemaid herself.
What if they didn't make it to the holt in time? Fieuline was, afterall, still losing blood and they had wasted several minutes arguing with each other. Mapel banished these thoughts and pursed her lips, nodding in a formal way as a reply to Blade's apologies (although really she hadn't much forgiven him) and followed him at a slow pace, making sure to keep an eye on Max. The mousemaid tried to count the amount of otters around them in her head, but soon trailed off and frowned.
"Excuse me," she said, ears twitching. "Mister Blade? I was wondering if your holt might have some records of events and happenings in the area?" It was a half-baked question, but her obvious position as a scholar would cover for that. Honestly she didn't need an answer--any holt would have records of who passed by and when, and probably why.
Max knew Fieuline. His sudden change of heart and obsession over her safety was tribute to that. Had he been this way before? Had they both been this way before? The nagging instinct in Mapel's mind itched to ask the rat himself, but she was silent.
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Post by Yves on Mar 8, 2009 22:49:28 GMT -5
((Um, I know this is a tad taboo, but there's really nothing I can think of to do with Max, even descriptively speaking ^^;; He'd basically be doing what he did in my last post--putting on a happy face for the otter, and following along obediently.
So um... shall we change scenes with Skip's next post then? You all can skip me, or I can go after Skip changes things enough for me to do something. Specify which ya'd prefer Skipper))
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Post by Wildrun on Mar 12, 2009 19:58:42 GMT -5
((By that, do you mean a new thread to continue this, or skip ahead after Sam and Skip post to when they're at the holt?))
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Post by Yves on Mar 12, 2009 21:47:04 GMT -5
(( I actually meant the latter ^^;; but I'm fine with continuing in the new thread. Sam knows it's his turn, and he'll be posting there before long. He's just been a tad busy with school))
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 12, 2009 22:31:26 GMT -5
((I actually created a new thread in Sea otter holt for posting in))
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School is evil))
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