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Post by Chicory Rue on May 24, 2006 19:36:17 GMT -5
*A large, female badger strides into the room, towering over every beast already there. She is completely unremarkable in appearance, except for the fact, that, well, she's a female badger, and as such has the heigh, girth and imposing manner of one. She stands in the middle of the room like some gigantic tree, waving frenziedly.*
Greetings! My name is Chicory Rue. Just call me Rue. Anybeasts up and about? *She sits down with a flump to wait.*
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Post by Typhoon on May 25, 2006 8:53:32 GMT -5
Hungover yet again, Typh staggered against the wall of the Social court, trying hard to avoid loud noises, which would make his headache worse. The very fact that the noise in the social court was tolerable spoke of the gradual desertion of the Horde by its soldiers, though a few new members had come in recently. Just then, he heard the loud voice of a female badger, one of the new recruits, hollering a greeting to the whole social court. Though her enthusiasm was appreciated by Typh, he nonetheless grimaced and covered his ears. In any case, he had not seen another badger for seasons. Going over to the other badger, he sat down slowly, his aging joints creaking. When he spoke to her, it was in a low whisper.
"Don't speak so loud, madam, I beg of you..."
OOC: First RP in more than a week... Even worse than I normally am. Sorry about that.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on May 25, 2006 13:27:58 GMT -5
A tall ottermaid garbed in a dark green tunic bounds towards Rue, stops in front of her and starts chattering. "Hi! I suppose you are new here. I'm Legolas Greenleaf. You'll like it here, we have fun. Well not all the time. There are some people who can be really grumpy sometimes, but just ignore them. They will get over it. Do you like achery? I love archery. I bet if you do achery your bow is gigantic! Wanna have a contest sometime? I might not have strongest pull, but I'm pretty accurate." She pauses to take a deep breath, and opens her mouth again to chatter some more.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 25, 2006 16:07:10 GMT -5
*Rue lowers her voice and looks apologetically at Typhoon.* Sorry there, old chap. *Suddenly, she spots the source of the chatter and grins at the ottermaid.* 'Ello there, Lieutenant Legolas...eh, I've not pulled a bowstring in years, though I reckon my aim hasn't gone completely awry...want to have a friendly match? After I have a bite to eat, of course. *She reaches over and plucks somebody's abandoned pear flan off a nearby plate, putting her paw in her mouth and chewing thoughtfully.* Hm, not bad...
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Post by Typhoon on May 26, 2006 5:25:37 GMT -5
Typh buried his face in his large paws, trying to avoid the incessant chatter of the half-insane otter Lieutenant. When she paused for breath, Typhoon quickly took advantage of the break to pour himself a cup of hot tea, which he hoped would dispel his headache and hangover.
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Post by ranjit on May 26, 2006 10:52:40 GMT -5
Ranjit sauntered over and said" Hi, and who might you be ma'm?" He smiled but then looked over at Thyphoon. Oh no, he'd drunk again.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on May 26, 2006 17:40:17 GMT -5
She smiled. "Great! As soon as you're ready. I'm going to go wax my bowstring." With those parting words, she dashed out of the room.
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Post by ranjit on May 26, 2006 20:36:24 GMT -5
What was that about? Ranjit wondered. He looked back at Rovarue.
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Post by Typhoon on May 27, 2006 1:28:51 GMT -5
The male badger sighed as the torrent of useless words stopped. Sipping at the hot tea and massaging his temples, Typh got up to leave, hoping that his room would be a more tranquil refuge than the Social Court.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 27, 2006 9:01:48 GMT -5
The badger waved at Typhoon as he turned to go, then turned to Ranjit, chuckling. "Aye, that'd be Leggy...mouth like a motor, but a heart of gold..."
Suddenly, she turns and dashes off. "Wait, Legolas! Lemme get my bow!"
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