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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:07 pm
"Gooooin' on a fiiiishie huuunt. GONNA CATCH A BIG'UN." Baneberry's brassy young voice filled the area as he stomped along toward the river. He wasn't just singing a song, no, he was informing the world of his plans.
He could already feel the change in dirt that came from approaching the riverbed, and just there, up ahead, was another figure! Brilliant. Baneberry loved having others around to witness his TRIUMPH. A little mouselet, and one he'd seen before!
That meant she was in his clan, and that he didn't [right now] have a good excuse to beat her up [yes, her. Bane was an equal opportunity bully!]. Wrinkling his nose only a moment, he decided to be benevolent.
"MISS TOKI. I'm glad you were brave enough to meet me here, as planned, for our warrior quest! Did you bring a weapon?"
Saying this, he realized that he did not have one of his own! A quick glance was cast about, and he picked up a large nutshell.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:27 pm
Toki had been waiting for quite some time, and waiting was most certainly not something that held Toki's attention. When the young ferret had failed to arrive within about thirty seconds of her sitting patiently and twiddling her thumbs, the little mousemaid had given the other youngster up as eaten by an owl and gone off to entertain herself.
She'd skipped several dozen stones (many simultaneously, though those typically just sunk), battled a half dozen invisible foes, solved world hunger, and, all of ten minutes from the time she'd arrived, was folding a broad leaf into the shape of a sailboat to then send off upon the river.
Intent on her work, tongue sticking out between her pursed lips, she utterly failed to notice the ferret's arrival until he called out. Her ears perked with the sound, and she whipped around, scrambling to her feet and tossing the unfortunate little boat over her shoulder and into the rushing water. It sunk like a rock, string quartet and all.
"I allus havea weapon, Baaaneberry," she retorted in what she took for sarcasm. Her 'weapon', a small wooden morning star (i.e. a thick spiky twig) as she liked to think of it, had in fact been discarded near the water's edge when she had turned her focus to the leaf boat. Now, she casually-but-quickly retrieved it, giving the little club an enthusiastic twirl. "There're lotsa villeeans along tha river. Methinks we should warrior quest that way."
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:53 pm
Baneberry narrowed his eyes momentarily, incensed at her sass, of course, that was all forgotten the moment she voiced her brilliant suggestion. Of course, his marvelous [in his eyes] vocabulary disintegrated in his excitement, encouraged by Toki's poor grammar.
"Down th' river t'is, then!"
More than a little impressed with her choice of weapon, Bane looked around until he found some stalks of strong river weed, using them to make a sort of strap for his skull-smasher. Or mayhaps a helmet? Yes! It worked far better that way!
The empty shell was placed on his head, and he too picked up a stick, tying more weed around his waist to make a belt to stick it in. Stomping down the riverbank with the small mouse, it was only a few seconds before he asked, demandingly, "Awrigh', then, Toki. Y'see any vicious critters 'round?"
She was better at the imagination part than he was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:55 pm
Toki experienced a moment of pure, bitter jealously as Baneberry placed the nutshell helmet upon his head. A helmet! Why, he was a true soldier now! How could she remain so poorly dressed in such company? After tugging up a strand of the same strong river weed, she bound the weed about her head in what she took to be a very dashing bandana...head band...thing. Shoulders back, chin up, point her morning star towards the river--strike a pose! She was, with every fiber of her being, the hero of Fangroot. "Down tha river!" she echoed loudly, and strutted off along the water's edge.
She strutted along the riverbank, idly flipping her weapon of choice about in her paw in a semblance of fancy twirling, and glanced up to the young ferret with the question. Immediately she narrowed her eyes, surveying the area before them suspiciously and tightly gripping her would-be morning star. "I don' see any, Baneberry... buuuuut... " she lowered her voice, ears twitching suspiciously. "I think... we're being followed..."
Toki gave the news only a beat to sink in before spinning around with a high-pitched war cry and racing off across the shore. She splashed through the shallows and dove headlong at a large piece of driftwood that had lodged in the mud, thwacking it solidly with her stick. "It'sa goombalatta Baaaaaneberry! It's trying to steal your helmet!!!"
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