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Post by Gulls Tilk on Aug 18, 2008 10:22:27 GMT -5
Gulls Tilk ordered five creatures to head to the North, East, and South watchtowers as he headed to the West tower. He reached the top of the stairs with the four other creatures and gazed apon the beauty of the land. Someday, it shall stay beautiful and not be ruined by evil creatures. One day. He shifted his sight over to the other side of the tower were he walked over to. He glanced over that area of land as well. The chipmunk smiled as somecreature came up the steps.
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tyme
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Post by tyme on Aug 19, 2008 20:06:14 GMT -5
Tymeratletis Sharpeyes
"Spies are not soldiers. They do not strike with swords and merely brush the peel of the apple. Instead they wiggle there way into the core with words. Choose a correct mask and the right words and no normal creature will deny you the answer you have come to get...."
Well to be exactly literal Tyme didn't climb up the steps. The large tern simply took the shortcut, spreading her wings to capture the warm updraft. She was supposed to also report on the movements of guards in these towers. Sadly though she'd yet to figure out the pattern. It seemed to change each day, depending on the season, time, weather and all matter of other things. Still though maybe she could talk to a few people and get some things weaseled out of them. As she climbed up her head sifted through her masks and she pulled one out. It was the one she usually used for these occasions. All her masks were similar at Arthon Castle of course, but they simply made her change moods to fit to the occasion.
Right now as she pulled over the steps she had a bright bubbly smile on and her gray eyes were twinkling. She'd learned that usually worked to make folk more open. Tyme shifted slightly her wing tips brushing the thyme leaves for a moment to shift her needle. Now it was deep inside the bundle and wouldn't be noticed even by the most sharpest eyes. And if it was noticed, well she had another batch of lies for that. "Hello Gulls Tilk!" she called in her throaty sharp tern call. She had plenty of calls too. That particular one were the ones the fairy terns used, a harsh crowing sound. She knew the Roseate terns' too, a sharp but sweet note.
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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 20, 2008 10:43:14 GMT -5
Safronia stumbled after her friend. Up the stairs. "Wait up!" She called breathlessly. Finally she struggled up the last enormous stair and stood at the top, along with Tyme and the General. "Hello, Mr. Tilk," She whispered shyly. The general had become something fo an idol for teenage creatures. Especially females. As much as Safronia hated to listen to conversations that went no further than 'oh my gosh, did you see how Tilk slew, like, five hundred lizards today?' she had to admit it was tainting her, slowly but surely as well. <OOC: haha! I wonder how you're going to deal with that! )
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Post by Gulls Tilk on Aug 22, 2008 18:35:11 GMT -5
Gulls Tilk turned around at the voices of Tyme and Safronia. He saluted to them as if they were the Generals. Throwing off his paw, Gulls smiled, "Good day to ye, Tyme. And a good day to ye as well, Miss Safronia. Is there be anything new going on downstairs at the moment?" Asked the chipmunk with a confident smile.
((You challenge many people! XD))
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tyme
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Post by tyme on Aug 27, 2008 22:36:15 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"The unplanned will happen. The trick is to make them work to your advantage instead of immediately thinking of them as a disadvantage."
"Good day," she said smiling. Maybe it was just a trick of the bright sun but her eyes seemed to flash black for a moment at the sight of Safronia. Which d isn't make sense did it? Because everyone knew that Tyme stuck with the gray squirrel like glue. Her mask turned whole again. Tyme was annoyed. This wasn't the only time the dear, lovely, and terribly eccentric and coincidentally also nosy squirrel had interfered. Of course she could also pry but it was different when it wasn't one on one. There were certain things that Safronia would look at her strangely for asking even if Gulls Tilk, who didn't know her as well wouldn't notice.
"I don't know," Tyme shrugged her orange beak running through her feathers to get out a stray piece of moss that had been clinging to her gray feathers. For once she was at a loss as to what to start the conversation off with. Starts were important. If they didn't go well the whole thing didn't have a chance. The wrong words would make people clam up or get suspicious. And with another variable added....well that was something she hadn't planned in the rehearsal she had run through her mind. Usually things went as planned when Tymaratletis Sharpeyes planned it. Obviously she should have counted Safronia running up the stairs as one.
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