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 Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:27 pm
Oh hi page 2.
I don’t need you right now.
So uh… just… stay here quietly for a bit…
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 5:23 pm
[Solo] He’s ours! “We can’t keep him?” The first guard finally broke the silence that had settled for them as they stared at the little Teddiursa that seemed to be trying to eat his own hand.
“Why not?” The second guard questioned as he stared into big hazel eyes.
“He’s already promised...”
“Tell him we lost the egg.”
“You can tell him!”
“I was beheaded last week. I’d rather not go through it again so soon.”
They fell into silence.
Eventually one reached out, patting a little blonde head.
The Teddiursa smile brightly.
They kept him hidden for three hours before the Teddiursa slipped around them and toddled into the guard room. Having already noticed that the egg they had gotten so used to was not around, the rest of the men were not amused to find it was two of their own that had taken him. Clearly they needed to learn how to share and were locked away in an empty cell for the night.
Two days later they were still keeping the Teddiursa’s hatching a secret and had named him. Kennard they called him. Each one was immensely proud of their new young charge. He was polite, quiet and utterly adorable. The guards kept him well looked after in their barracks, kept content with a mountain of food they filched from the kitchen.
However that amount of food disappearing was quickly noticed and an enterprising young cook soon discovered the guard’s secret. He quickly told the rest of the kitchen staff. The maid’s, being terrible gossips and always having their ears up against walls, knew about it approximately four minutes after the kitchen.
An intervention was organized.
“You can’t just keep him locked in here!”
“Yeah, he needs light and air.”
“Don’t’ be stupid. He’s fine.”
“All you want to do is keep him for yourself.”
“We do not!”
“Hand him over, the kitchen will be a much nice-“
The intervention devolved into a lot of biting and hair pulling.
Kennard just watched, chewing on fruit mince tart.
That was where the Executioner found them. He stalked in, stepping past the various staff members trying to beat of their co-workers without even a glance. He approached the table where the youngster sat and stared down at him. The little bear didn’t look like he had a future in head removal, but you never knew.
Taking a small axe from under his cloak he placed it on the table. Kennard stared at for a moment and then put aside his pie, reaching out and taking the axe handle up in a firm grip.
The Executioner was surprised by the strangely empty smile the boy gave him. He nodded to himself, satisfied. “Your training begins tomorrow. I will collect you at dawn.” Then he left, stomping back out the door.
The guards, maids and kitchen staff stared silently at each other for a long moment.
“Well…” One guard began. “… Kennard will need a good sleep tonight. So you had better all leave…”
“He’d have a better sleep in the kitchen.” A cook huffed.
“How about the maid quarters?” Said a maid disapprovingly.
And when the Executioner returned, he found them all fast asleep in a heap. Snatching Kennard up out of the arms of one of the guards, he carted the giggling bear off to training.
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