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Post by Typhoon on May 28, 2006 22:08:23 GMT -5
Typh had finally lugged his luggage up to his third floor room. It was fairly spacious, even for a badger, as it took up almost the whole floor, excepting a bathroom. There was a bed, small wood stove, a wardrobe, a desk and a chair, but not much else. A large shuttered window provided illumination and ventilation for the room. The badger locked the door and sat on the sturdy wooden chair reviewing his situation.
There was no sign of Ffasma, and Typh was reasonably sure that no one had followed him off the ship. Having said that, the ship was still at anchor at the dock.
The other boarders, as far as Typh could ascertain, consisted of two hedgehogs in the small first floor room, and two moles, a hare and a squirrel in three separate rooms on the second floor. The otter landlord and his family slept in rooms on the fourth floor. All had seemed friendly.
There was good news with regard to his weapons. In his haste, Typh had brought more weapons than he had thought necessary, which he regarded as a good thing, as all weapons have times when their use is required. His spear, a longsword, a battle axe, the repeating crossbow and its bolts, a hatchet, two daggers and a heavy sabre were all in the wardrobe.
Things did not look so good when Typh reviewed his armour. He had an open-faced helmet, a chainmail tunic with sleeves up to his elbows, a long tower shield, iron plate vambraces and iron lamellar pauldrons.
Typhoon sighed. He took the kettle from the stove, filled it with water from the water catchment cistern on the roof, and proceeded to brew a cup of tea.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 29, 2006 16:05:17 GMT -5
*Time passed and Ffasma waited as patiently as she could for evening to arrive. Finally, as the sun was beginning to set, Ffasma dragged the stolen luggage of the volemaid towards the boarding house at the endge of the village. She politely rapped on the door, looking as innocent as possible (and quite worn out). Her disguise was fairly good and Ffasma had always thought she was a good liar, but she was about to find out. Surely the badger must have asked the otter to keep an eye out for any black-cloaked ferrets...he seemed paranoid enough to do that. Making sure all was in place, Ffasma awaited the arrival of the landlord of lady...*
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Post by Typhoon on May 29, 2006 20:57:19 GMT -5
On hearing the knocks, Typhoon started from his bed, where he had been reading a treatise on philosophy. Throwing the book on the bed, the badger ran to the window and peered out. He saw a volemaid, dressed in all the fineries that indicated a rich background and a good life. What, then, was shew doing in this fishing village? As she could not have been a resident of the village, Typh surmised that she must have come off the ship, which was the only one at anchor at the jetty. Could it possibly be the volemaid that he had met in the infirmary? Closer inspection proved this not to be the case. But what was it the volemaid had said?
"Was it the ferret? That crazy ferret with the weird eyes? "
That was an extremely good description of Ffasma. Presumably, the crazy ferret had done something to the volemaid to cause her to be knocked out or injured, while she took something from her room. After all, how many rich prissy volemaids could there be on that comparatively small merchant ship? That vole had to be Ffasma! The badger almost screamed. That horrible ferret whom he hoped he had avoided forever had reappeared. Typh ran downstairs as fast as possible.
As he descended the last flight of steps, he saw the landlord about to open the door.
"Don't do it!" he hissed.
"Why not?" asked the landlord.
"She's the ferret in disguise! She'll wreck your place up!"
"She don't look like no ferret t' me, mate."
"Just don't let her in!"
"I wasn't goin' to. We're full!"
Typh breathed a sigh of relief. But something occurred to him.
"She might ask to sleep in the common room!"
"Ah, then I'll 'ave to let er' in."
"No! Look, here's some silver. Don't let her in!"
Typh passed the money over. The otter shrugged and took the money.
"We're full, missy!" The otter shouted through the door. "There's another boarding house on the other side of the village, 'tis run by me brother. You might want t' go there instead."
OOC: Sorry about the poor otter accent.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on May 30, 2006 19:25:15 GMT -5
*Ffasma gave her best simper.* You'd REALLY turn down a poor maid? I'm scheduled to visit my sister here, but I came a day early...*She gives a "pretty" scowl and looks at the otter pleadingly.* It's late and I'm just a little miss...trekking back through the sand would be plenty difficult... *Ffasma stops when she spots Typhoon through the doorway. Hiding and malicious grin, she points to him.* Now there's a nice strong fellow! D'you think you could ask him if he would help me carry my luggage to the other boarding house? Oh please, sir, wouldn't you?
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Post by Typhoon on May 31, 2006 3:33:41 GMT -5
Typhoon could act as well as Ffasma, though in this case, his was not so much an act as the truth. The old badger sneezed and shivered, his voice reduced to a croak.
"I'll freeze to me death out there, mate. Ooh! My old rheumatism's acting up again. There'll be rain soon, mark my words..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an ominous rumble of thunder. It was not planned, but lent credibility to Typh's claims of rheumatism, which he in reality did not have.
"Stronger than most I might be, but my old bones won't last long out there! Still, if I must..."
The good otter stopped the badger from finishing.
"No no no, ole feller, you stay 'ere, by the fire. I'll help this young lady here."
The otter did not quite believe Typh's story about the volemaid being a ferret. He was determined to find out.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 4, 2006 16:34:17 GMT -5
*Ffasma cursed silently but kept up her innocent air, smiling prettily from the badger to the otter.* Oh THANK YOU sir! *She nudges the bag towards him and giggles, whispering in a low voice.* Badgers can be SO picky sometimes! *She winks and begins to sashay forward, a plan formulating in her twisted and devious mind...*
OOC: Sorry it's so short...
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Post by Typhoon on Jun 6, 2006 3:33:35 GMT -5
The otter, whose name Typh had not found out, stepped out onto the street and picked up Ffasma's luggage.
"Off we go then!" he said as he ventured off into the night, gesturing for the "volemaid" to follow.
There was no time to lose. Typh raced up the stairs to his room. Casting off all his armour, he wrapped himself in a black cloak, grabbed the repeating crossbow, a fifteen-round magazine of poisoned bolts and the hatchet. Glancing out of the window, he could see the otter walking with Ffasma down a dark alley. The badger had made up his mind. Ffasma would have to die if he was to have any peace. It was apparent that she would follow him to the ends of the earth to destroy him. Now would be a prime opportunity to stop her. He would kill her. Or try, anyway. Death usually stopped most beasts.
The badger closed the door behind him but did not lock it. He peered out of the door, but the two beasts had already rounded a corner. The streets were lit only by the light from the windows of the houses. Typhoon stole quietly across to an alley on the left of and parallel to the one Ffasma and the otter had taken. For his size, Typh could be surprisingly quiet. He ran down the alley until he found what he wanted. A gap between two houses on his right. the badger crouched in between the two houses, loaded his crossbow, and waited.
OOC: Sorry about the autoing.
How are we going to end all this? I'm going off to Malaysia tomorrow. We'll have to continue this next week.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 8, 2006 15:33:05 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post...maybe someone could get amnesia... Or they could both get drunk and be like "Let's....be friends! *hic"
BIC: *Ffasma led the otter down the alley, talking amiably, smiling, and laughing at the otter. When she felt they were far enough, Ffasma shot out with a paw and grabbed the otter's neck, her fingers instantly shooting to a sensitive pressure point. The otter crumpled to the ground, a still mass in the darkness. Turning, the ferret shed her costume and began creeping stealthily down the alleyway, keep her senses alert. Her eyes were scanning the surroundings when she did a double take, peering at the dark lump between two houses. It was too suspicious to be a trsahcan, and Ffasma felt her paranoia take hold of her. Backing up against the wall, the ferret flatened herself and waited, not sure if that was the badger and also unsure of what he would do...*
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Post by Typhoon on Jun 15, 2006 3:53:55 GMT -5
Typh silently cursed the ferret. She had seen him, and killing her would have to be put off to another day. That is, if he survived her next move. At any rate, the currently unconscious landlord would now know for sure that the "volemaid" could not be trusted, and would surely put up notices around the town warning the citizens about her. Ffasma would have to leave the town. which seemed primarily populated by goodbeasts and in all probability, would not tolerate a ferret in their town.
Feeling somewhat safer, Typh unloaded the crossbow silently, hid all his weapons under his cloak, and tried to creep silently out of the gap.
OOC: My landlord dude is unconscious, not dead, right?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 20, 2006 12:44:14 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah he's unconscious but chances are he's gonna be out for like...hours and memories will seem fuzzy.
BIC: *Ffasma grinned. The badger was moving! This was perfect! Advancing forward ever so quietly, Ffasma tried to think of a plan. She wished she had some daggers to throw, but all she had was her sword. She'd have to cut him off, which was an advantage to her, for Typhoon would either be coming towards her to get out, have his back turned to her, or be walking backwards, all of which were a huge weakness for the badger.*
OOC: Just specify which way you're coming out...
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Post by Typhoon on Jun 20, 2006 19:35:11 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going back the way I came, that is, with my back to you.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jun 28, 2006 17:06:34 GMT -5
*Taking her chances, Ffasma crept forward, her senses on high-alert, and her paws up and ready to fight. When she found herself within Typhoon's range, she picked up her pace, starting out trotting and ending up sprinting full-force towards the badger. Leaping in the air, the ferret aimed for Typhoon's broad back-an easy landing pad. Her arms were out in front of her, claws exposed and ready to do damage...*
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Post by Typhoon on Jun 29, 2006 7:28:10 GMT -5
Typh looked behind him and saw that it had all gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Far from being able to kill Ffasma, Typh found himself about to be killed by her. Speeding up his pace, Typh managed to squeeze out of of the gap before Ffasma hit him like a clawed and fanged demon, which, to the badger, she was. Helpless because he could not see behind him, Typh clawed and scratched at the invisible tormentor, while bellowing for help at the top of his lungs.
"Help! Call the militia! A crazed ferret is attacking me! Call the militia!"
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jul 4, 2006 20:15:40 GMT -5
*Ffasma cursed quietly under her breath as her leap came up short and she landed with a dull thud on the ground, her paws smarting. Seeing Typhoon's panic, however, caused her to forget her pain and dodge and duck his blind blows, feeling confident. As she started shouting however, she scowled and knew she'd have to make her attack quick...well...assuming anybody in the town heard Typhoon's cries for help, or ever cared! Crouching down, the ferret lunged at Typhoon's legs, her mouth open and fangs bared, eyes shining with a crazed glimmer...*
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 6, 2006 9:13:22 GMT -5
A rumble of thunder preempted the first drops of rain that soon turned into a thunderstorm. Typh cursed; no one would venture out on a night like this. The militia, if they had heard his voice and if they had got up, were probably now blaming the thunder and going back to sleep. Assuming in the first place that the town even had a militia or town guard.
The badger felt a horrible pain in his legs, and he only had time to make a half-turn before they gave way, and he collapsed against a wall facing Ffasma. Trying to ignore the pain from the wounds that, if he got out of the fight alive, would leave him lame for the rest of his life, Typh took out the crossbow and leveled it at Ffasma, his hand poised on the lever, which, one raised and lowered, would draw the bow, fit a poison-tipped arrow and fire.
The left leg was badly maimed; there were several extremely deep lacerations, each of the stretching from the knee to the shin. A few chunks of flesh had been torn out by the teeth. Though the right leg was not as badly damaged, his ankle had been badly sprained in the fall.
"Back off... Or I'll shoot you..."
OOC: I think that's the worst RPing I've EVER done... Are the things I describe even possible?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jul 6, 2006 11:41:42 GMT -5
OOC: Pfft, s'ok. This is Redwall. Half the things are impossible anyhow...
BIC: *Ffasma was thrown a bit when Typhoon fell, and was regaining her balance when she saw Typhoon's crossbow pointed at her. Freezing, the ferret stared levelly at the badger, going through her options. She could turn and run, but she'd get shot at anyway, she could attempt to lunge at him, but she would get shot that way, too. She shifted a little and then a very risky idea came to mind, though it appeared to be her only option. In one swift, practiced movement, Ffasma drew her sword and held it level to Typhoon's crossbow.*
I fight with my hands...my reflexes are quick. If you try and shoot my, I'll either block the arrow, snap it in half, or chop your crossbow...
OOC: That prolly doesn't make sense either, but there's not much I could do, really...
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 7, 2006 9:43:52 GMT -5
It was a stalemate. Typh could probably get off an arrow or two before Ffasma could destroy the crossbow and put an end to his miserable existence. At a range of about seven feet, he could not miss, even though it was dark and raining. The poison would kill Ffasma before she could make it to help. So, it was most likely that both of them would end up dead.
Typh looked at Ffasma. She was young, she had great potential in her, and had almost her whole life before her. She might have acted crazy, paranoid, and sanguinary at times, but deep down, Typh believed that she was still a good creature. On the other hand, he was a physical and mental wreck, scarred both in body and in mind, and, after the wounds he had just sustained, it was doubtful he would ever walk again, even if he somehow killed Ffasma and got out alive. There wasn't even a guarantee that he would survive.
"There's no point both of us getting killed," Typh thought. "I'm soon going to die anyway..."
Slowly, Typh set down the crossbow and pushed it towards Ffasma. Taking out his hatchet, he flung it into the night. He pronounced what were to be his last words in a clear, lucid voice.
"Leave me here to die. Better still, kill me yourself. You will have your revenge, and you can live your life without regrets."
OOC: If I die in this thread, do I have to make a new char?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jul 7, 2006 19:46:29 GMT -5
*Ffasma watched Typhoon's action with amazement that could barely be hid. She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face, his eyes, looking for traces of expression...anything. She was not accustomed to this at all, and the badger's actions had certainly thrown the ferret off guard. Finally, Ffasma took a few steps forward, her sword poised over the badger.*
My desire to kill you is gone. I am not sure I even wanted to in the first place. It seems trifle...but I will leave you with this to remind you never to cross me ever again. *In a few swift movements, the ferret cuts the badger's upper arm, making a "D" in his flesh. It is not terribly deep, but deep enough to scar. Offering a paw to the badger, she nods her head for him to get up.*
I will get you to care as quickly as I can and give the caretaker some adive. Then I am leaving, going back to the Horde. *Ffasma was no monster, but she wasn't the kindest of people either. She had no desire to kill Typhoon when he was in this state, but she was not about to drop her guard and become soft. Regaining her more distant and icy composure, the ferret let the badger balance some of his weight on her.*
I expect to see you back at the Horde. *It was the closest comment to either forgiveness or friendship...not even Ffasma herself could really tell...*
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