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Post by ranjit on May 3, 2006 20:43:58 GMT -5
Ranjit thought he would try his hand at cooking. He was clad in a large white apron and hat. He had a bowl and some honey, some sugar, and some chestnuts. He was going to make candied chestnuts for all the officers to share.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 27, 2006 9:05:34 GMT -5
A large female badger saunters in and spots Ranjit. "Ah-hah! I thought I smelled food. I 'baint no officer, but you better dose out a few nuts to an old, homely, badgermum, hadn't you now?" She glares frostily at him, drawing herself up to her full, formidable height.
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Post by ranjit on May 27, 2006 10:19:50 GMT -5
Ranjit winked at her, smiling at her. "Oh yes marm. Grab ya a handfull." He gestured for her to grab some by grabbing one himself.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 27, 2006 15:17:24 GMT -5
Rue obliges gratefully, popping one of the sugary confections into her mouth with a huge, blunt paw. "Mmmm, scrumptious!" With that proclamation, she then proceeds to dip her entire paw into the bowl and cram chestnuts into her open mouth. She grins at Ranjit, not unlike a naughty Dibbun. "C'mon, matey, this bowl of chestnuts isn't going to eat itself."
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 27, 2006 20:47:49 GMT -5
*A slinky, skinny ferret slides into the room, peering out from under the hood of her large black cloak. Ffasma scans the rooms, noting the two beasts sitting at one of the tables not too far away. The ferret tilts her head, furrowing her brow at the unfamiliar smell that meets her nose. She takes a few steps forward, already feeling awkward, but her curiosity outweighs her social inablities and she takes a few more steps forward, her massive black cloak sliding along the floor with her steps. She stops a few feet away from the badger and weasel and stares.*
What is that smell? It is odd...unfamiliar...*She cranes her head slightly, looking inside the bowl, and furrows her brow.* What are those? I have never seen those before. *Ffasma shift nervously from paw to paw, shooting quick, uncertain glances at the pair before her.*
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Post by ranjit on May 27, 2006 20:56:07 GMT -5
"Hi Ffasma... I me...... mean Commander." Ranjit felt weird for a few days ago Ffasma had just been another captain in the army but now she was second- in- command. "Have some candied chestnuts. They are a specialty from where I come from." He reached in and grabbed some, and ate them.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 28, 2006 13:01:55 GMT -5
Rue roars with laughter, a grin of pure pleasure splitting her face from ear to ear. "C'mon, you old windbag, er, commander marm, you mean to tell us you've never had candied chestnuts before? What a deprived life you must have had, marm! Er, meaning no offense, of course, marm. Here, try one or four, I think you'll find them absolutely delectable." She held out the bowl of sticky sweets to the ferret, smiling. "Go on, marm, they won't bite ye."
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on May 28, 2006 17:08:44 GMT -5
Korren was just wandering around the mess hall, wondering if dinner would be done soon, when he detected a nice smell coming from the kitchens.
Going up to the door, he heard only two words: "candied chestnuts."
"Candied chestnuts?" he said, sauntering into the room at a noticibly fast rate. "Ah those were my favorite as a kid!! Can I have some? *suddenly noticing Ffasma* That is, if they aren't for you, ma'am. *gulping audibly*
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 28, 2006 18:04:08 GMT -5
"Of course, of course!" Rue nods emphatically at Korren. "Don't you worry, there's enough here for a truckload of hungry moles. C'mon in, pull up a chair."
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 28, 2006 18:59:05 GMT -5
*Ffasma stares at the weasel for a moment, but then turns her purple-grey eyes to the badger, her expression blank. At Rue's comment about a deprived life, the ferret could not help but wince. Thoughts of that vanished in moments, however, when Rue offered her some chestnuts. Ffasma glanced up at Korren before she took her treat, offering a small smile that looked more forced and creepy than friendly and natural, though she was aiming for the latter.* No...no go ahead. *Finally, Ffasma plucked a chestnut from the bowl and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly. She liked them...loved them, in fact!! Her smile widened, gaining a little friendliness, and the ferret took a handful of the treats, shoving them into her mouth in a most undignified manner. However, her eyes kept glancing at the other three beasts in the room, watching them intently.*
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Post by ranjit on May 28, 2006 21:18:55 GMT -5
"haha mates, this is what life is all about. Good food and good friends." Ranjit smiled contentedly, he loved this sort of stuff. He looked around and saw all his friends and then Korren, whom he would get to know soon hopefully.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 29, 2006 13:26:13 GMT -5
It was difficult to manage a reply with chestnuts bulging in her mouth. "Yew thed it, Ranthit..." Grinning with sheer delight, Rue crammed more chestnuts into her already overflowing mouth.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 29, 2006 16:06:18 GMT -5
*Ffasma took a few more chestnuts and then decided she should speak. Exhaling, she swallowed and then spoke.* So...where are you two from?
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 29, 2006 16:34:18 GMT -5
Rue manages to swallow (with some difficulty) and throws a belated, half-hearted salute before replying. "Me, marm? My old mother and her brother Tawnstripe (by whom I was raised, bless their hearts) reside in the Western Plains; Auma, a badgermum of Redwall from long, long ago was supposedly my great-great-great aunt twice-removed, or something to that effect.
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Post by ranjit on May 29, 2006 19:53:13 GMT -5
"Really, wow! That's really interesting." Ranjit exclaimed. His smiled faded slightly as he recalled his great great great uncle. He was a captain in an army that tried to capture Redwall at about that time. All that is in the past though Ran, get over it.
The smile was quickly back on Ranjit's face, trying not to seem disheartened but there was still a slightly sad look in his eyes. He couldn't do anything about that. Oh please don't let anybody see or notice. He prayed silently.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 30, 2006 14:39:27 GMT -5
Rue reaches over and pats Ranjit's paw under the table, a comforting look in her beetle-black eyes- badgers rarely missed anything. "So, your ancestor was a captain in Slagar's horde, you say?"
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 30, 2006 19:20:22 GMT -5
*Ffasma looked from Ranjit to Rue and then her eyes went wide.* Slagar? You mean...you mean...Slagar? *She drops the chestnut that was clutched in her paw and gapes at Ranjit. Suddenly, the ferret realized she looked completely ridiculous and regained her normal, icier composure. She is nto sure whether to be amazed or sympathetic, for while Slagar was pure evil, his deeds were numerous and amazing, despite their malicious intent.*
That is...impressive...in a sense. *Ffasma says slowly, picking over her words carefully.* Not...good...just amazing...
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 30, 2006 19:26:38 GMT -5
Rue looks bored. "Yes, well...my great-great-great-great uncle carried an axe that could have chopped up that mangy piece of ragfur in three different directions, if he had ever decided to stop kidnapping Dibbuns and fight like a real beast.
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Post by ranjit on May 30, 2006 20:13:59 GMT -5
"Yes, But remember I'm not my uncle I am myself." Ranjit felt bad. He was a weasel but not a bad weasel. He wasn't good either but not bad. He smiled again as he tried to block out the memories of his great great uncle or whatever. That was a long time ago but nobody seem to notice that.
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Post by Chicory Rue on May 31, 2006 12:46:18 GMT -5
Rue throws a heavy arm around Ranjit's shoulders, grinning. "Aw, don't be silly, Ranjy, you're the most lovable weasel a beast could hope for. Ancestors ain't any proper means of judgin' a beast, leastaways not our Ranjit, eh?" She ruffles his headfur affectionately.
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