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Post by Typhoon on Apr 18, 2006 7:27:19 GMT -5
OOC: Sure, why not? It's after the invasion. BTW, Ffasma, what did you have in mind for this guy?
BIC: Typh adjusted his glasses and squinted at the squirrel. Finally, the realization dawned on him. It was his friend. His old friend. From years ago, from the old land. Only... the badger had forgotten his old compatriot's name... Typhoon decided to stall for time.
"And you've changed too much, my friend."
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 18, 2006 10:53:42 GMT -5
OOC: Well I was going to figure that the squirrel was a stow-away who was masking as a crew member...and he's seen Typhoon around before...
BIC: *The squirrel chuckled.* All of this "my friend" business, hm? I'm Trez Tailfire. Now, Typhoon you old stripedog, what are you doing here?
OOC: Sorry, short post. And WELCOME, FLAMECAKES!
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 19, 2006 19:39:57 GMT -5
OOC: I am so confused... And we weren't planning to launch a counterattack...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 20, 2006 16:03:34 GMT -5
OOC: B-but... When I made this thread it was to be totally unconnected to the invasion... That's why I made it...as a breather... *Blinkblink*
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Post by Flameclaw on Apr 21, 2006 19:58:47 GMT -5
OOC: Ok.... I'll get rid of that post
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 24, 2006 19:00:12 GMT -5
OOC: Awww...thank yooh, Boot! ^_^ You can make another post, obvious or Typh wherever he is...
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Post by Typhoon on May 3, 2006 4:57:02 GMT -5
OOC: I'm here. Sorry for the delay...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 12, 2006 16:58:10 GMT -5
OOC: We need to get this thread up an' running again!
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Post by Typhoon on May 14, 2006 2:43:29 GMT -5
Typhoon sighed a deep sigh, as he frequently did during these dark days of doom, desperation and despair.
"That's a long story, mate. To be brief, I settled down on an island, quite a nice place. I was walking about at night when I heard a noise. It was a drunk. The drunk wanted me to SWIM. SWIM! At my age, and in these frigid waters, it could mean death! Anyway, I ran off, she got injured somehow, I didn't know, but she blames me for not going back to help her. I didn't want to kill her, but you can see from these wounds that SHE does."
Typh sighed again.
"So, what brings you on board this leaky old tub?"
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 14, 2006 12:56:14 GMT -5
*The squirrel looked darkly at the badger, and then turned his head away, his bushtail twitching oddly.* I...made some mistakes my friend. I need a new start.... *He sighed, paused, and then began explaining.* You see, I was "happily married" for a number of years but all of sudden, I found myself...not loving my wife. *He chuckled darkly.* Oh, listen to me, sounding like I'm innocent. Anyway, I was caught, and, well, I"m sure you can guess how that went over with the misses...and the other misses. So I did what I had to...I apologized, and left. I'm really not supposed to be on here...I don't have a ticket, but I managed to pose as one of the crew members. *He laughed a little, a brief flicker of joy flashing in his eyes, but then quickly vanishing.* I don't even LOOK like a crew member, do I? Haha, and they took me!
*The squirrel suddenly looks sharply at Typhoon, as though he had said something offensive.* And don't you DARE tell a SOUL about what I just told you, my friend. *His sharp look vanishes.* I'm sorry for bombarding you, Typhoon, I just needed to talk...badly. *He stops walking.* Well...here's the medical office. Farewell, Typhoon. *With that, the squirrel strolls off.*
OOC: Yeah I dunno if that's gonna play into the story, but I felt like inventing a neat little tail...
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Post by Typhoon on May 15, 2006 8:29:00 GMT -5
Typh stared with his open eye at the retreating form of his friend. He was dumbfounded. From what he remembered of Trez, he was not the type to cheat on his wife. The badger sighed again at the decline of moral values in the society before knocking on the door in front of him and going in.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 15, 2006 16:55:39 GMT -5
*Typhoon had no sooner opened the door when a voice bellowed out to him.* OY! CAN'T YE SEE I'M BUSY? *Out stormed an old female hedgehog, a pair of tweezers held in her paw, and looking fierce. She wags a finger at the badger, narrowing her eyes.* Can't ye wait, ye mangy stripedog? Well, c'mon wit ye. No use STANDIN' there. Gumph! *She sighs and grabs Typhoon's paw, leading him across the infirmary and pushing him onto a bed.* Stay put. I gotta go attend to a misses. *She steps behind a curtain set up in the next bed, and then quickly steps out, pulling on the curtain until it falls with a clatter to the ground.* OY! 'OO DID THAT? *She snatches the curtain and then marches off, calling for Typhoon to "stay put" once more.*
In the next bed is a petrified looking volemaid. She glances over at Typhoon, taking in his many cuts. Finally, after a few silent, awkward moments, she speaks.* What happened to you, good sir? *No sooner had these words left her mouth when the nurse walked back in, carrying her medical box. Setting it down on the table, she gruffly pushes Typh to lie down. Looking him over, she cocks her head.*
Wot 'appened to ye? Get beat up by a girl? Hohoho! *The hedgehog nurse throws her head back and laughs, and the vole shoots the badger an apologetic look.*
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Post by Typhoon on May 16, 2006 8:59:10 GMT -5
The badger sighed yet again, muttering excuses in order to save face..
"One's not as young as one used to be you know... In these small spaces, one's size is rather a disadvantage... She wasn't really a girl... More like a crazed demon..."
There was something odd about the volemaid, and, as he lay on the bed, Typhoon watched her out of the corner of his eye, trying to put his finger on it, but to no avail. It was something about the voice. There was a slight familiarity about it. And there was the expression. The volemaid seemed like she was trying to look afraid and weak, not like she was really afraid and weak. Suspicious, Typh decided to get off the ship at their next port-of-call, an obscure fishing village.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 17, 2006 19:28:05 GMT -5
*The vole shot a few more nervous glances at the badger. She was trying to look brave, she really was! When the nurse left to go get a solution to clean his wounds, the vole dared to speak.* Was it the ferret? That crazy ferret with the weird eyes?
*The vole looked upon shiftily and then slumped on her pillow, ceasing her talk as the hedgehog nurse came marching back in. As she patched Typhoon up, she began talking.* So it WAS a girl? Wot, didja break the engagement? Hohoho! *She paused a moment and then looked up at the badger.* Were ye part o' that noise that I 'eard down the hall? Some ruckus, I'll say...an' I was NAPPIN'! I'll slay th' beast that ruined m'nap! *She grinned up at the badger, a sort of frightening thing, and laughed again.* HOHOHO!
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Post by Typhoon on May 18, 2006 8:15:18 GMT -5
Being rather scared by the hedgehog, who seemed in every way almost as mad as Ffasma, Typh resolved to get out of the place as soon as possible. Replying to neither the volemaid's queries or the nurse's taunts, the badger hurried out of the medical office as soon as his wounds were patched up, muttering his thanks and leaving a few coins on the table. He ran back to his room, determined to barricade himself in until the ship dropped anchor.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 23, 2006 19:31:52 GMT -5
*Ffasma heard the patter of hurried footsteps and glanced out the small window of the volemaid's room. She had completely forgotten about the room's original occupent, however, being more concerned with extracint revenge on the badger, or finding out if he had given up. She began declothing herself, removing the volemaid's dress, and doning her black cloak once more. However, she wasn't sure what to do now...it seemed that everything had gone well and there was no more commotion...she wasn't even sure if Typhoon cared anymore. The ferret decided to wait and bide her time, seeing if anything might occur.*
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Post by Typhoon on May 26, 2006 6:44:14 GMT -5
OOC: Can we fast forward a few days, to the next port?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 27, 2006 14:42:37 GMT -5
OOC: Soitenly, Typh!
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Post by Typhoon on May 28, 2006 6:15:19 GMT -5
The following week was uneventful, though Typh dared not venture out of his barricaded room except for meals, which he took and ate in his room. The thought of meeting that dreaded apparition which seemed to haunt his every move was terrifying, so much so that the badger had grown thinner, almost to the point of gauntness.
When the ship at last dropped anchor at their next port of call, an obscure fishing village on the sunny south coast, Typh hurriedly got off the boat with his luggage and stepped onto dry land. Although everything seemed peaceful as he left the jetty with no sign of the crazed ferret Ffasma, Typhoon could not shake the horrible feeling that he was being watched...
He made his way as fast as possible into the quiet village, which had an estimated population of fourscore fisherbeasts. For the paltry sum of eight copper coins a day, the badger managed to rent a third-storey room on the outskirts of the village. The landlord, a burly middle-aged otter, welcomed him gladly, and promised that he would keep an eye out for any mad ferrets.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 28, 2006 19:08:00 GMT -5
*Ffasma awoke with a jolt, feeling the boat drop anchor. Ffasma scuttled out of her room and over to Typh's glancing into the badger's room and seeing it empty. Grinning, the ferret hurried back to her room and changed as quickly as possible back into the female vole's dress. She then got off the ship and entered the fishing village, searching for the badger. It wasn't long before she found his hulking, but thin, form and she quickened her pace, drawing up behind him but not TOO close. Her eyes never left Typhoon, but she did stop when the badger started making his way over to a building on the outskirts of town. It would look suspicious if Ffasma followed him, so the ferret hung back, looking oh-so-innocent and dainty in her fancy garb. She could bide her time for a little while, and go get a room in the evening.*
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