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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Aug 29, 2006 18:08:53 GMT -5
**Aster started as she heard her name called. What the...? Breathe. Slowly. In. Out. The river mousemaiden attempted to maintain the air of composure and dignity that had always seemed to come so easily to her twin. Steadying the nervous smile on her face, the medic walked forward. Measure your paces. Don't rush, don't trip. How does Sapphire manage to stay so calm? Don't walk too slowly, either. Shoulders back, head up. Aster finally reached the table, wondering what was going to happen to her. I'm getting an award! No, wait, this is a promotion. Aster struggled to keep her calmness about her. The young mousemaid cast a glance at the ornaments that adorned the table, the glinting metal making her temporarily forget about her troubles as her natural curiosity got the better of her. Ooh. Shiny...**
OOC: Sorry for the short post. I don't have much time today!
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Aug 30, 2006 19:53:38 GMT -5
*Finnerator watched quietly as more people shuffled into the clearing. She recognized a few of them though there were many new faces around. Have I slept all season? It looks like the size of this army has grown considerably. She commented, trying to put names to faces, but failing miserably. She did recognize Aster and Sapphire and a couple of others, but not many*
*The otter was saved from having to talk to anyone who she is supposed to know when Darter finally spoke up from where he had been leaning against a table holding different badges. There would be time to meet people after the ceremony. Right now she should pay attention to what Darter was saying. One never knows if they're the one being promoted*
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Darter
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Post by Darter on Sept 7, 2006 16:59:27 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait, I'll try to post an RPing piece ASAP.
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Darter
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Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Oct 8, 2006 8:19:23 GMT -5
OOC: Eh, sorry about the short post. Figured I might as well just try to get something in before this was all forgotten about.
IC: As he finished speaking, asking Aster to come forward, Darter glanced lazily in the mouse's direction, hiding a grin when he saw her expression. She must be happy, he thought to himself, and briefly wondered what it might be like to receive a promotion or award. Being the war commander, it was one of the few things the fort could not offer him. Realizing that his own facial expression had changed to one of discontent, the otter quickly sought to change it.
By the time Aster had reached him, Darter had already reached to his left and grabbed the major's insignia in a weathered paw, with only one quick look over his shoulder to verify it was the correct one. He presented the badge to her after unpinning her Captain insignia and placing it aside, behind him. The otter's gaze lifted until he was looking into her eyes, and he spoke in a warm tone, not bothering to raise his voice too much.
"You have served the code and our cause well. In recognition of many jobs well done, you are hereby named Major."
His left paw well to one side, and he stiffly raised the other into a quick salute, as a sign of respect, before dropping it as well, the palm resting on the hilt of his broadsword hanging from his ceremonial belt. Assuming she would turn to return to her seat, the otter made the decision to call up the next deserving officer. This time, he raised his voice to make sure he was heard clearly.
"Would Finnerator Rudderbow please come forward?"
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Dante Francisco
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Post by Dante Francisco on Oct 8, 2006 11:54:28 GMT -5
OOC: *doesn't feel like changing accounts* Oh, and since I never explained this, Marie's coming back from fighting Carrack. So she's all, like, beat up and stuff. Hence the delay. She wasn't counting on being so tired, and she needed to rest up for the journey. BIC: Hmm? *Willem turned to see the two river mice, Aster and Sapphire, seated beside him.* Oh, um, things are fine. *Removing his feathered cap, the harvest mouse brushed a paw through his well-groomed headfur, ruffling it slightly, a nervous half-grin on his handsome face. The fact that he hadn't heard the twins approach was evidence of how deep his worry went. Shaking his head at his own weakness, Willem opened his mouth to carry on the conversation with Aster and Sapphire in an attempt to pull himself out of the rut he was in, but he was interrupted by Darter's words. Turning around in his seat, he clapped heartily at the good Commander's announcement. As the mousemaid walked up and received her award, Willem's eye was caught by movement on the opposite side of the clearing. Could that be...? It was Marie. The golden-furred mouse slipped as silently as possible into the clearing, pausing to catch Darter's eye and smile apologetically before looking around for her mate. Where was the lad? Ah, there he was. Having caught sight of her dear Willem, Commander Marie Yewbow ducked around the outskirts of the clearing, doing her best not to draw attention to herself. Without a word, she dropped down beside him, opposite of Sapphire. She greeted her husband with a quick peck on the cheek, and waved a scarred paw to Sapphire. An enormous sense of relief flooded over Willem, freeing him to entertain such emotions as reproval. Glaring at the sturdy mouse beside him, he muttered under his breath.* Where were you? I was worried sick about you... *He didn't even pause to allow Marie to answer before he moved on.* Are you alright? I thought you might've been hurt. Your back's been bandaged; what happened? *His reproval was dissipating into concern; and somehow, that was alright with him. He didn't like being angry at anybeast, as he knew far too well the effects of such an anger. Rubbing a careful paw over his mate's wounded back, his eyes glittered with kindness. Marie smiled softly and pushed his paw away, muttering out of the side of her mouth.* Mah opponent was a big beast; corsair, nonetheless. First ah've seen o' 'is kind. Dingo, they called 'im. But we'll talk later. *Aster was just being named Major, and Marie did not want to miss her friend's promotion. Clapping her paws, she focused on the ceremony at hand. The harvest mouse's fur was ruffled, her eyes heavy, and her actions weary and slow. This Tournament was taking its toll, but she'd come here to escape, and so she did her best not to let such worrying thoughts hold her down. Willem was just glad to have her home. With a grin and a sigh, he placed his paw on her leg and raised the other one, balled into a fist, in a silent cheer.* OOC: I'll probably RP in Dante later. My brain hurts right now.
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 8, 2006 12:20:01 GMT -5
Rowan Sorriven, a tall, slender dark brown otter cloaked in a tattered black traveling cloak sat beside Raishel Strongshaft, a dark brown female squirrel wearing a sleeveless white shirt and black pants. They were both sitting on the cool dewy grass, enjoying the refreshing water on their weary limbs. As Darter called for Finnerator Rudderbrow to come up, his eyes glinted curiously as he saw a golden mouse arrive. Raishel turned, and gave a quick glance towards the beast, before turning and muttering something soft to Rowan. "Marie has returned apparently. I never actually knew of her absence, but then again, I don't really pay that much attention." Rowan winked at her, and then took a glance at Marie just as Raishel had done. "I knew she was gone, because she is the commander of the regiment I am in, and a commander doesn't usually go missing without some notice."
The otter and squirrel turned back to the stage, and watched as Darter waited for Finnerator to arrive and receive her promotion. Rowan turned his head, and saw Finnerator not too far off from their current position. He nudged Raishel. "Hmm, one day we may get promoted, but right now we are Specialists. Not too far down, but not the highest on the important list."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Oct 8, 2006 17:58:24 GMT -5
**Raiden's unforgetable form ghosted from the trees, into the clearing, which was kind of hard for a warrior wielding a claymore, a longsword, and a hand axe (not all at once mind), in addition to wearing full white platemail armour, well polished, helmet on it's clip on his belt, just to look his best, his formal suit was still getting fixed from when a few rats had been gate crashers at his wedding to Zahi, but made easier with the long black traveling cloak he wore.**
Congrats Aster!!
**Moveing forwards, he came up next to Marie, and Willem.**
Marie, you look like you've had a rough day. Not as rough as a few I've had by looks of you though... Willem, may I?
**Raiden motioned to the end of the bench Willem and Marie were sitting on, as he gave Marie one of his rare "Glad to see you're back, and relitively okey" smiles.**
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Oct 10, 2006 14:56:28 GMT -5
*Finnerator was clapping enthusiastically for Aster and almost started when her name was called. Certainly she had plenty of self confidence, but the otter still hated getting up in front of a crowd. She took a brief moment to make sure her paws wouldn't start shaking from nerves and with a deep breath rose from her seat. Once she was standing straight and headed towards the front, Finnerator was fine. She paced up the rough aisle between the chairs and stopped in front of Darter to await her award*
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Oct 10, 2006 19:27:13 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, Gosh! Sorry I'm late, guys! I don't think I ever posted here, so I'll act as if I didn't ever post.
BIC:
**Crystal's cloak swirled around her ankles, her tail sweeping cooly from side to side as she began to hear the noise of the ceremony. She knew she was still a good distance off, due to Mortamus's frantic glances everywhere. He would calm when he heard the sound. Earrings flashing in a most regal manner, Crystal looked like a diffrent creature in her dress of pale, pale pink, looking almost white. Her claok, this one of dark purple, Made her apperance more grand, andher spirt more calm. She couldn't hide the jagged cut on her chin from the spar she had ealier that day with her brother, but how she held her head, it was hard to notice, unless you looked hard.
Mortamus was waering a long sleeved shirt of dark, emerald green, matching the color of his eyes, less bright than his sisters, and more calm, without a warrior spirt to kindle them. As always, his medic pack was at his waist, battlesword on his back (I know it's not a healer weapon, but he uses it to try to scare them away, since he'd rather not fight.) and the pair of kniveswrapped carefully and tied to the scabbard of the grand blade. Below his waistline he had long, baggy pants of pure black, makeing his feet almost invisable, since they are the same color, giving him a ghastly apperance as if he were floating. Looking at his sister's calm expersion, she tried to calm himself when a wanted sound reached his ears. The rest of the Garadians of Mossflower!
Each looking quite grand, The ruby holding Mortamus's cloak on flashing slightly, showing their apperance. Crystal imedeatly wished she hadn't dressed diffrently, even if it was to honor the rest of her friends. Pointing her muzzle to the ground, she cursed silently and uttered an apoligey.**
Sorry I'm late.
I, to, must say my sorries now.
**Mortamus's Slightly lower pitched voice was more clam, and quiet, makeing Crystal feel even more stupid. Wishing the cloak had a hood to cover her face in shame, Crystal quickly seats herself, her brother nestleing down beside her.**
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Oct 10, 2006 19:36:52 GMT -5
**Song's curvy form waltzes over, her face alight with smiles. Her liquid brown eyes rove the scene as she takes all in. Her clothes are simple for once, she is dressed in a dark purple gown with a straight skirt. she wears her small choker necklace of a minature arrow ,dart, and musical note. Her belt is of a shiny silver sash. Her voice sounds like a song although she isn't singing. ** Hello all.
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 10, 2006 19:40:55 GMT -5
OOC Err, Song, I believe the ceremony is outside. Sorry for not role playing in this post, but I need time to think of my post...
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Post by Leatho and Dannon on Oct 10, 2006 20:08:11 GMT -5
*Leatho steps out into the courtyard and glances at the scene before him. He is dressed in his simple dark green tunic which looked as if it had been recently cleaned. The silver buckle on his leather belt had been polished. Leatho's sling was tucked into his belt and his broad sword was strapped to his back. His blue eyes roam about the courtyard and his face was expressionless. He nods his head in greeting,* Hello everyone.
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 11, 2006 6:18:56 GMT -5
Rowan stands up, brushing dew from his pants. Turning, he swats at a small fluttering insect before noticing Leatho Wavbattler standing in the courtyard. Raishel stands up, and also notices Leatho. They walk together, crossing the courtyard swiftly. "Hey Leatho." Rowan and Raishel stop off to the side, and then realization strikes Rowan. "There are chairs?" Quickly grabs one, and sits down. "After sitting on the ground for a long duration, he was tired of it. Raishel curtsies, unusual because she never curtsies to any beast. "Yeah, 'ey Leatho."
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Oct 11, 2006 17:54:59 GMT -5
Hmm? Oh, ah'll be fine. *Marie smiled at Raiden's comments and spoke quietly so as not to disturb those around them. A part of her silently doubted the scarred mouse had ever had a worse day than the day of her spar with Carrack, but she did her best not to linger on the memories. After all, she'd heard rumors of Raiden's past, and it certainly didn't seem a pleasant one, if the tales were to be believed.
Will noted the sadly thoughtful look on his mate's face, and his forehead wrinkled as he wondered what the cause of such worry was. Had the fight really been that bad? Despite his uncertainty, however, he was certain that Marie would overcome whatever scars were left behind soon enough. She was a quick healer, emotionally and physically. Nodding to Raiden, the harvest mouse tossed a paw nonchalantly in the direction of the open seat, indicating that the mouse could sit there. He, too, had heard the rumors of Raiden's past, but he didn't really believe them. It seemed highly unlikely that a mouse could endure so much trauma and survive as the admittedly eccentric but nice enough beast that he was. But Will didn't want to judge.* Have a seat.
*Marie heard Finnerator's name being called over the soft voices of the beasts around her, and smiled. Finn was a good lass. She deserved this. Clapping heartily, she leaned a little against her mate, suddenly struck with weariness from the long journey she'd made from the Highlands. Will smiled, his paw wandering to hers and clutching it gently, but firmly.*
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 11, 2006 18:34:12 GMT -5
**A lanky hare runs up to the field, hoping he was not too late. He was hoping he would not be reprimanded by the officers for his tardiness, and hurriedly tried to slip in. It was the promotion ceremony, and Quickbow didn't expect to be promoted, him not being a boundary guardian of any sort. As he slipped cautiously in, he saw a pair of mice from away, and assumed them to be either Marie and Willem, or Aster and Sapphire.** Greetings everyone, I hope I am not to late. **Quickbow, noticing it was his good friend Marie Blue-Eyes, approached them slowly, muttering softly.** This is my first ceremony to go to, what exactly do we do? **Quickbow hoped he wasn't heard by the other veterans, him liking to keep a sense of competence and skill about him. Sighing softly, he waits for the mouse to respond.**
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