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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 18, 2008 13:48:11 GMT -5
Safronia listened to the quiet hush of the breeze as it blew by the closed window. The dormitory was silent, and Safronia could almost believe she was the only one in the room, reading by candle-light.
She turned the page, careful not to wake her bunkmate Rosen, who was quite peculiar about her nighttime revunating facials. There was a certain contentment and solitude in knowing you were awake amid the quiet tranquility of the castle. Even the guards were probably snoozing on duty.
There was a small ccreeak outside the oaken entry door. Safronia closed the book, sighed, blew out the candle, and tucked it under her pillow. (Technically, it was lights-out after midnight, but Safronia couldn't resist.) She hoped it wasn't the boys again. The last time they had "accidently" wandered into the girls' dorm there had been a few real accidents as well. (Let's just say they weren't trained in combat for nothing.) In fact, most of them should still be recuperating in the infirmary.
She leveled her breathing and body to one who was deeply asleep, although her ears were perked to listen at the slightest sound.
The CREEAakk grew louder...
<note: are there any civilian role-players yet? If not, that could be a problem.>
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tyme
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Post by tyme on Aug 19, 2008 18:05:20 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"Remember students that acting as if you are caught means you are. Do not forget your masks even when you think someone has already seen your face under it....."
Tyme's gray wings fluttered quietly. She was drifting through the rooms, seeing if there were any night-time meetings going on. Or maybe some civilian was mumbling in their sleep. Either way she was determined to get some information before she returned to her bed on the far side of the females' civilian rooms. A deep scent of thyme filled the air mixing with the pleasent waxy smell of a burning candle. Tyme cursed the fact that she hadn't had the time to rip off her thyme necklace before coming. She could get caught. Not that the laxly guarded civilian section ever put decent awake guards on duty. She sniffed the air again. A burning candle? That wasn't right. Her wings snapped to her sides silently. Her gray eyes narrowed observing the room the smell was coming from. She rounded the corner and the smell was even stronger as well as the faintest glimmer of lights.
She hated these doors. They all looked identical with the same old doors. Even the layout was the same. Tyme hadn't been keeping track of which rooms she was going past so she wasn't sure which civilian room this was. Female, she knew. Her own dormitory was towards the other end of this long row. Tyme gently pushed at the door with her sharp beak recoiling back at the sound. Now she knew which one this was. The creaky one. Neverthless she wondered what would drive an animal to be awake at this hour. Something important hoepfully. When the candle blew out she frowned, and even considered flying back to her dormitory at top speed. But she doubted she'd get caught. If she stuck to the rafters she might catch some whispers. So she pushed the door with her strong wings. When it finally relented and opened with a woosh of the wind she zoomed to the rafters of the room her wings only a blur.
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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 20, 2008 10:33:13 GMT -5
Safronia forced herself not to gasp as a strong current of air blew the door open (or did it?) and the echo of wings flew to the ceiling. She kept her head, though, and did a quick analysis.
Species: Bird, or a mechanical puppet with wings (that seemed unlikely, she reasoned) Purpose?: To.. spy, or... watch... or... something else Facts: There were a few female birds in Arthon Castle, she knew. Maybe it was one of them. Bad?: Not unless it was a intruder from outside the castle, but that also seemed unlikely as no one would really visit a dorm room to plunder, destroy, and generally make a mess of things.
Suddenly she remembered Tyme! How could she have forgotten! Really! Tyme was one of her best friends! (Safronia felt a strong urge to headdesk.) And she was..just a little bit.. eager to find out what everyone else was doing. Yeah. That was a good way to put it.
Her paws formed a secret sign that Tyme was sure to see from.. wherever she was.
<Hope you don't mind how things are going. I'm a newbie; visited many rpg sites but never really got around to postin' in them.>
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Post by tyme on Aug 20, 2008 14:38:44 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"Even the worst situations can be turned with the right words. Remember that. Never panic, for it will make your mask turn to glass and they will see through it....."
Tyme caught a small movement, as small as it was. Her eyes swiveled to the source. Her mind drew up a profile of the squirrel. Safronia Cedarwood, born and raised in Arthon Castle, thirteen seasons, civilian, strong love of books. It was a cold hard thing and didn't mention that she was one of her "friends" in her mask at Arthon Castle. So far the squirrel had proved simply a hindrance to her spy work, tagging along when Tyme was trying to pry. But she didn't break it as most of the civilians at the castle seemed to love the gray squirrel.
A string of silent curses rushed through her at the sight of that silly hand signal. If the squirrel hadn't insisted upon it so much she would have never agreed. And she must have made it more obvious that it had been her. She was out of practice. No matter. She'd make up a story about not being able to sleep. Safronia usually believed all her stories. A silent figure glided down next to Safronia's bed. It would have even been a little suspicious to some people. Terns were not owls, there wings were not made to glide silently. Yet Tyme had almost managed that. Her gray markings shimmered strangely in the dark, although the part of her head with the crest seemed gone. Her blue grey eyes twinkled. She would be worried and excited. The mood set and her mask on her beak opened to greet the squirrel. "Hi Safronia!" she whispered.
[/size][/color][/blockquote] (ooc:Of course not . This will be an interesting thread xD)
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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 21, 2008 10:24:18 GMT -5
"'Ello Tyme. What makes you leave your bed at this hour? Usually it's just me and a book." Even Safronia could not help being suspicious at this illogical action, although she tried to hide it and stay loyal to her friend. "If you want to talk we'll have to go somewhere else. This dormitory is far too dangerous for an uninvited visitor to stay in. Why, last week-"
<ooc: When I wrote my last post I hadn't even read your character profile! It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? Also, I didn't expect Safronia to be popular, more like the awkward, doesn't-get-along with creatures kind (her speech is unnerving, right?). ;D>
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tyme
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Post by tyme on Aug 21, 2008 12:46:05 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"Never overlook any part of your story. Go through them carefully so that you have an explanation for everything. You must know all your false families names, what they looked like, where they live. Even what their posessions. It must all be known to you..."
"Sorry....I couldn't sleep," she whispered back her gray eyes seeming to droop. Of course it was all a silly fake mask. It was hardly her best. But the gray squirrel seemed to accept even the strangest stories. She forced a shiver to run through her and she ran her small beak through her feathers. The story slowly weaved itself in her mind. Tyme had a nightmare. SHe couldn't sleep. So she came to find her friend. Simple. It was perfectly acceptable for the situation. She wanted comfort from an older, wiser, friend. Her blue-grey eyes stared at Safronia with something that was supposed to be fear.
"Okay," she whispered. Her wings lifted into the air and catching one of those cold breezes she rose up into the air again, circling slowly. Her beak formed the silent words. "Where to?" she asked carefully. Ugh. The real Tyme, under the mask was disgusted. In fact she half hoped that someone would wake up and shoo her out. She wouldn't get any information tonight so it just ended up as precious sleep wasted. She'd just try to end the conversation as quickly and unsuspiciously as possible. In the meantime she needed to think about what happened in her nightmare. She dug through her false story. Her parents had died in a flood. Her siblings were washed away with the nest. Yes, that would do.
[/size][/color][/blockquote] (ooc: xD You didn't? Well either way this post will be exciting)
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Post by Seiko Jetfang on Aug 21, 2008 12:59:11 GMT -5
Twas in the dead of night when a woodrat from Seiko Jetfang's army scaled the flights of stairs to the dormitories. Only pausing to gaze around and take in the surroundings briefly, he ran forth, into the dormitories, lifting his small dagger that was coiled in his tail.
It had been too easy to get in. Perhaps this was a trap that Seiko knew about, and was sending a soldier to eliminate it.
The thoughts flashed through the woodrat's mind before he opened the door, knowing that disobedience to his savage leader meant death, starvation, or worse. He swallowed hard, trying not to think about it as he entered the room, dagger held high in the air. He paused momentarily as he took in the sight, a Roseate tern and a squirrel talking to each other as if they were long time friends. Hefting a warspear, the rat spoke in a shaky voice.
I...I am from Seiko Jetfang's army. Surrender and your life will be spared!
At that moment, the rat was silenced by a badly aimed arrow. Seiko Jetfang and her horde were nearly invisible against the darkened sky and grass, but they gave it away as another arrow zinged through the window. Seiko slew the woodrat that had done it with a twitch of her tail.
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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 21, 2008 15:26:08 GMT -5
<note: I'm confused. Who fired the first arrow, if a horde member fired the second?>
The dormitory was thrown into chaos. One moment, it was nice and quiet, with no hint of trouble brewing. Just a calm summer night. The next, a generically-dressed woodrat ran into the room (armed, no less) and said some very foolish words.
It was said that Mirk the Belligerent could operate a bow with her eyes shut...
Anyway, mass panic eventually set in. There was a rat in the room, Safronia told them, but he is dead now. Then another arrow flew through the window, which landed, luckily, quivering on the wooden floor. Safronia had the sense to look through it, to the starlit grass below. There! More vermin than she could count. Legions and legions..
Handle this calmly, she told herself. It's all right. No it isn't AHHH-
"Listen, everybeast, I need you to stay quiet. They might still think we're asleep. We'll have stealth on our side. In the meantime, we should warn the King and guard patrol. This is their job, not ours, although if you actually want to chop off a few vermin heads just go outside. Under no circumstances should you wake the others. We'lll need to be as secretive as we can. Those vermin should be out of our fur soon."
She glanced out the window, not even half believing her words.
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Post by Seiko Jetfang on Aug 21, 2008 15:49:56 GMT -5
<twas the same vermin that I killed. Sorry about the misunderstanding.>
Seiko Jetfang smiled as the squirrel peered out into the darkness. An arrow was fired on Seiko's command, and it stuck in the windowsill just below where the squirrel's head had been only moments before.
So, where's your king? He's fighting an opossum down in the forest, and losing badly, I should hope. Haha, the opossum's only using her paws, at that!
Three arrows zinged through the dormitory window, followed by a hail of sharpened river stones, then more arrows. Seiko Jetfang's voice rose to a yowl as the wildcat lifted a paw for silence and to halt arrow fire.
I am the warlord Seiko Jetfang! Surrender if you wish to live!
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Post by tyme on Aug 21, 2008 20:46:15 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"To know the one you are spying is to give reasons for their actions, and a more full report...."
Tyme's spy instincts kicked in. A few wingbeats made her travel to the top of the room. Her wings were pinned to her side and her grey eyes piercing the darkness. Who was this? One of her own? Or simply traveling under another war lord? She had no way to identify. A few seconds later she scolded herself. Her mask....She'd lost her mask. That made a shiver run down her. She went back down to the floor flapping her wings furiously in imitation of a scared bird. "Safronia what's happening?" she wimpered. It was a lame question but one she thought the tern of her mask would ask. She wished she was a nocturnal beast. Then she could make out the figures out in the darkness better. But even with her poor eyesight she could see a mass arranged farther then the view of the window.
Tyme squeaked, letting out one of those soft whimpers again as the arrow was pinned exactly where it would have caught Safronia's head. Tyme rushed to the window struggling to close it. In her real mind she knew it was impossible. She didn't have near the strength to close it while she was worrying about the arrows pinning her wings. Her ears perked at the mention of Seiko Jetfang again. He had appeared during their studies of warlords and other notable figures in conquest and war. To her however this strategy seemed ilogical. If they knew wehre the king was why didn't they just kill him? And why in the world would they attack the dorms? It was hardly as if the civilans had the power to say "yes" or "no" to surrendering. Well at least this visit hadn't been for nothing. She certainly had something to report now.
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Post by Seiko Jetfang on Aug 22, 2008 7:38:49 GMT -5
The pebble from a sling smashed the window that Tyme was trying to close. An arrow flew past Seiko's head into the room, directed at the Roseate Tern.
Seiko Jetfang, accompanied with five raccoons an seven woodrats, ran through the still open gate where she had picked the lock. Running up, she struggled to locate the dormitories, but to her suprise did so.
Strutting though the door, the cougar warlord faced the castle inhabitants. Drawing a hefty war-hammer, she lifted it and twirled it on her paw, tail twitching back and forth.
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Post by Gulls Tilk on Aug 22, 2008 18:57:11 GMT -5
((Do ya'll mind if I join in?))
General Tilk was not one of a heavy sleeper. Slightest noise may awaken him. Some nights he could sleep through a disturbance. Some nights not. And tonight, he couldn't sleep. Thus saying that, he uncovered himself and sat up on the bed. The chipmunk rubbed his paws against his eyes as he got out of bed. He slipped into some slippers and began tip-toeing to the door. Gulls slowly opened the barracks door and slowly shut it. He then turned around and began taking a midnight stroll through the castle. Somehow, he ended up over by the civilian quarters. gulls, all of a sudden, heard a voice. Far off, yet screaming with a disturbance to the ear. He quickened his pace. The voice got louder and more distinct. He threw his back to a corner and turned his head around it. Gulls Tilk saw the warlord... Seiko Jetfang! The chipmunk ran to sound the nearest alarm.
((Do you mind?))
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Post by Seiko Jetfang on Aug 23, 2008 6:37:33 GMT -5
((Not at all))
Seiko Jetfang's sharp eyes missed nothing.
As soon as General Tilk was spotted within her range of view, she sent out three woodrats and two raccoons to surround the chipmunk, which they did with practiced ease, menacing him with their weapons until their leader, the cougar, could be of assistance.
Seiko Jetfang kept her tone low and her voice angry. She whipped around to look out the door, exposing the knife held in her tail, then turned back to the room full of various frightened animals including a tern. She laughed mercilessly.
We have your general surrounded, your king is out battling, and you can only look at me like...that?
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Post by Safronia Cedarwood on Aug 31, 2008 17:43:02 GMT -5
Safronia remained absurdly calm as the enormity of the situation sank in, drifting to a state where all events seemed to come to her from the past. It's okay, she thought. This has happened before. I'm only reliving it now. Therefore, I should to the best I can to protect my fellow creatures, because I'm still alive in the future.
Logic during stressful situations was few and far between.
She started distracting the head leader, who was, she mused, acting pretty.. well, grumpy, considering everything was on her side.
"Y'know, you really should act more diplomatic. So in the future there would be less chance of mutiny. You know? It's very important to make a good first impression. If you want to take us over, you should make sure we're agreeing to it. There's no point in it otherwise, 'cause one day it'll catch up to you. Also, you don't seem the brainless type. Good job, but a successful horde leader always listens to his (or her, sorry) soldiers. It makes things much easier, and you also won't make the same mistakes..."
She watched the sympathy on everyone's face as a premonition of death came to them. Well! I will prove them wrong. Hah!
Yes, logic was very few and far between.
<If you're confused, here's a hint.. she has an undiagnosed mental illness. Go figure>
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tyme
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Post by tyme on Sept 2, 2008 23:43:34 GMT -5
Tymaratletis Sharpeyes
"Look closely, listen carefully. Never assume anything. Make sure you know before you talk....."
When the pebbles smashed against the window Tyme chirped worriedly flapping about a bit more. She noticed the arrow but she'd always been sadly slow on reflexes. Luckily though her acting managed to get her far enough from the arrow. It stuck through one of the leaves of her thyme necklace and knocked the needle out. It clattered to the ground, probably to end up getting stuck in some animal's foot. Tyme didn't care. She wanted to see what this fight ended up with. Her eyes and ears were wide open, even though they seemed clouded with distress and doubt. Her mask had grown more intricate for this situation.
At the strange words the gray squirrel was saying Tyme thingyed her head. She wondered if the squirrel had been born the wrong way or mayhap she was dropped on her head as a dibbun. She always seemed strange. Maybe it appeared as a calm, cool, person at first but if you actually started paying attention....Well then she sounded like one of those mad old owls that lived alone in the forest. But of course through her mask she couldn't say that. it would break it. "Keep talking like that Saf! You'll trick them!" she said edging a bit of excitement into her soft whisper into the gray squirrel's ear.
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